My girlfriend is from the future!

"Of course. It's already evening. You're really weird..."

"Speaking of inexplicable things... you are the one, Wen Liang. Tell me what you think."

"What are you thinking? I wanted to ask you something. At the last class reunion, you privately investigated Zhang Zhifan's dark history over the past few years. Why didn't you come forward and let Xue Yong speak out for you?"

"..."

Class reunion? Zhang Zhifan? Xue Yong?

The combination of these familiar yet unfamiliar nouns just touched upon the blind spot in the memory of the sinister He Tianran.

But since the other party said so, he just continued asking.

"You knew already?"

"Of course!"

When talking about this, Wen Liang's voice instantly rose several decibels:
"Not only me, even Bai Tingting was puzzled as to why Xue Yong, who had nothing to do with Zhang Zhifan, would investigate someone else for no reason and know everything about him. The most bizarre thing was that he jumped out to defend me at that time.

Do you know how much misunderstanding you have caused between other couples? If Xue Yong hadn't really had no other choice and had come to me to ask for my help to clarify, I would have had to explain everything clearly. Otherwise, I would have really been kept in the dark by you, He Tianran!"

The man quickly picked out the key points from this pile of complaining words. Combining the previous and subsequent wordings, it sounded as if he had commissioned Xue Yong to help Wen Liang target Zhang Zhifan at the class reunion.

He Tianran, who had come to the conclusion, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He lowered his head and whispered to himself:

"Why should I help you...?"

Wen Liang opened his eyes wide and asked loudly:
"Yeah! Why are you helping me!"

He Tianran raised his head and couldn't bear it anymore:
"Why should I help you? Don't you have any idea?!"

The original expectation should be to be retorted again, but He Tianran found that after he finished yelling, Wen Liang actually tilted his head to the side, as if he was a little guilty, and stopped talking...

Yes, this is what it looks like after being helped by oneself!

Although He Tianran's dark personality didn't know what he had done to help Wen Liang at the class reunion, he knew that there was no reason in the world to be scolded after helping someone. After grasping this point, the man regained his home ground. He took the lead and slammed the table with his big hand -

"Snapped--!"

Wen Liang's body trembled, and he heard He Tianran continue to yell:
"You said you know everything now, right? And you still blame me for keeping you in the dark? Okay, then tell me! Why should I help you in that situation? Hmm? Why did it have to be Zhang Zhifan? Come on, tell me!"

"You...what are you yelling about! He Tianran, I know you helped me, but the loudness of your voice is not the key to success! You...you helped me in private, why don't you just admit it openly? Who are you trying to scare by yelling so loudly?"

Wen Liang also responded loudly, but his face had already turned red for some reason.

"You are being unreasonable, Wen Liang. You said you knew it, but you couldn't explain it for a long time. So you come to talk to me about this. Do you think you are interested?"

He Tianran continued to press the issue, but there was no other way. Even if someone asked him to explain the matter clearly, he would not be able to do so. From Wen Liang's perspective, the man was deliberately pretending to be confused to squeeze her. He had to hide his thoughts to the bottom, like a piece of cotton soaked in water, not smooth at all!
How could Wen Liang bear this? She stamped her feet, gritted her teeth, pointed at He Tianran's nose, and shouted:
"He, Tian, ​​Ran! Your buddy Xue Yong has explained everything clearly. He told me that you hired someone to investigate Zhang Zhifan the month before last, and later spent a lot of money to have someone disclose the confidentiality agreement! At that time, I didn't even agree to attend the class reunion! It was Zhang Zhifan who asked Xue Yong to ask you to ask me to go!
I'm surprised that you've put so much effort into investigating someone. You, He Tianran, say you don't love me, but you want to help me secretly. You're using the name of protecting the company's artists because you're afraid that my old relationship with Zhang Zhifan will rekindle, right? It's just that Cao Aiqing was there and it was difficult for him to stand up on his own, so in order to avoid suspicion, you let Xue Yong be your pawn!"

He Tianran was still trying to extract the key points from this sentence, but after hearing this, his brain almost burned out. His expression was dull, and he paused for several seconds before saying:
“…Uh, huh?”

"What the hell! Speak!"

"No...you...wait a moment...let me think about it..."

"Why don't you just admit it? Why do you need to think about it? You are thinking about how to fool me, right?"

"I was thinking about how much I spoiled you in the past! I spoiled you like this, helped you, spent money on you, and you still dared to point your finger at me and scold me! Am I a fucking cheap one~! Fuck!"

"..."

"..."

The tense atmosphere returned to silence as the curse words were spoken. He Tianran was still holding his forehead, and Wen Liang's eyes were a little evasive. Neither of them looked at each other.

In fact, He Tianran’s understanding of Wen Liang is not much more than Yu Naoqiu whom he met earlier. His current mature inner personality is derived from the strong desire of the "boy" personality to be independent. Because he only inherited the revengeful desire and memory of the "boy" personality, he has more means and less morality than the main personality, so he is more like He Tianran after the "boy" personality has grown up.

But now, the situation seems to have changed dramatically...

Adhering to the idea of ​​careful verification and bold assumption, He Tianran tentatively said:
"You just said... I said I don't love you..."

"Yes."

"But I'm helping you secretly...?"

"Yes."

"So now... do I love you or not?"

Wen Liang looked at someone who was crazy, "He Tianran, why are you going crazy? You're just teasing me, right? Listen to what you're saying!"

"No...I...you...then let's skip this topic for now. You just said something very important!"

"What did I say?" He Tianran clenched his fist and tapped his forehead a few times, then suddenly said loudly:

"Yes! You also said that I was afraid that you and Zhang Zhifan would rekindle your old relationship! That's it!"

Wen Liang narrowed his eyes, glanced at the man in front of him who seemed to have caught some inspiration, and asked:
"Are you jealous?"

Unexpectedly, these three short words made the originally deep-minded man instantly jump up and down, as if a switch was activated, and he suddenly became excited.

"I'm jealous? Because of you and him? I wouldn't be jealous even if I ate shit! I want revenge..."

He Tianran suddenly stopped talking and almost blurted out the word "revenge". Wen Liang looked at him suspiciously, his eyes sparkling, and asked:
"What do you want to report? You're talking halfway. You're going to be without a partner in the future. Who do you want to be a widow?"

"Haha~"

He Tianran laughed dryly:
"I want to 'repay' you, okay? Repay! I would rather be single for the rest of my life than to break up this pair of bastards! Repay, okay!"

"Um--"

Wen Liang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and her signature nasal tone came out of her nose.

"Speaking of this, I have something I want to confirm with you."

"You said."

Wen Liang tapped his neck, which was at the same spot as He Tianran’s kiss mark.

"Don't say you accidentally bumped into this 'strawberry'. It was there when I left the meeting and came back. It was so conspicuous and ostentatious, don't say you didn't notice it."

"Are you jealous?" He Tianran replied.

Wen Liang looked calm and said calmly, "It's meaningless to parrot others, and... I won't force myself to say something against my will."

He Tianran was stunned for a moment, and then he heard the girl continue:
"At the last class reunion, Miss Yu had just been tortured by a scumbag, and you just sent her off. How could she have a new target so soon?"

"Maybe I seduced her?"

He Tianran spoke the truth, but most of the time, the truth or falsity of some words is always judged by the listener.

Wen Liang's judgment on this made her shake her head after hearing it.

"I think you must have your reasons for doing this, but you are not that kind of person."

"So sure? Why?"

Wen Liang lowered her eyes silently, revealing a look of reminiscence, and then a lost smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if she had thought of something, and laughed at herself, then looked at He Tianran and said seriously:

"I don't believe that someone who is willing to put himself in a garbage bag and is unwilling to betray love would do such a thing."

The girl's self-deprecating smile could not be tarnished or questioned, and even He Tianran was a little at a loss.

"I...seem like this in your eyes?"

"Not entirely, there are still some flaws."

"...for example?"

Wen Liang shrugged, "For example, you just said you wanted to eat shit, but you didn't eat it."

"I~"

Wen Liang's always eccentric style of doing things is really that no matter which "He Tianran" comes, there will always be moments of confusion...

The man rubbed his brows for a while and said solemnly:
"Before I explain why 'Strawberry' appeared, I have something important to ask of you, can I ask you for a favor?"

"what's up?"

"Last time... at the class reunion, I forgot some details, so could you please, Wen Liang, help me recall it?"

Wen Liang pulled a chair over, crossed his legs, sat opposite the man, and nodded:
"Okay, details about what? Miss Yu?"

"Everyone...including you...and Zhang Zhifan."

"Ha~"

The girl crossed her arms over her chest and turned her head away. Her eyebrows and eyes were curved like the crescent moon gradually rising outside the window, and she kept teasing herself:
"And you said you don't eat..."

"Don't say that word again!"

He Qi is in a state of panic. (End of this chapter)