Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

The other party was stunned for a moment, and then "huh?" again.

The blankness in his eyes flashed away, and no change could be seen from Xiangyi's expression.

Recalling the first time they met, Jian Anran gave Xiangyi the position - "Oscar Queen".

At first, I thought that the other party might have met by chance a few times, acting on every occasion, and pretending to be when I meet people.

But now it seems that Xiangyi has naturally integrated this trait into every aspect of her life.

How much is a little bit of acting skills in the body.

"Please be quiet, please."

"Ah? I didn't make too much noise either." Xiangyi blinked her big eyes innocently.

"No." Jian Anran gave her a cold look, "When you stand in front of me, it's a little noisy to my eyes."

"Ah? Jian Xuemei is angry?" Xiangyi looked surprised, and deliberately raised her volume a little.

Song Qi, who was serious about drawing pictures, even secretly removed some earphones, his eyes were fixed on the screen, but his ears were always paying attention to the conversation between Jian Anran and Xiangyi.

The last time Mi Yingying and Xiangyi's quarrel almost caused Song Qi the level of ptsd.

After experiencing the sudden retirement of the previous tutor, I postponed my graduation for a year, and finally met a good new tutor.

In case of two consecutive quarrels in the same semester, he couldn't imagine what would happen to Wen Siheng's studio.

He also thought that if he was postponed for the second time, Song Qi's back would feel cold and his forehead would sweat.

He has been observing the situation on the side, waiting for any conflict between them, he must rush to make a rescue immediately.

Even the screen of Song Qi's mobile phone was already stuck on the recording interface.

Xiangyi's upper body leaned forward slightly towards Jian Anran, looked down at her tired face, and said, "Sister, sometimes, choice is more important than hard work."

"It may not be useful to work hard—" Her ending sound was very long.

"May I ask what senior sister chose?"

"Which tire do you choose?"

"I'm not born with a surname, I'm sorry." Not wanting to leave any room for the other party, Jian Anran kept Xiangyi speechless with a few words.

She glanced sideways at Xiangyi who was blushing in front of her, and suddenly froze, she couldn't think of what else to say in response.

All the way from the neck to the cheeks, Xiangyi finally let out an angry "hum".

Pushing away the chair, Jian Anran grabbed the bag at hand and stood up, ignoring the expressive person in front of her, and walked straight to the door.

"Where are you going!" Xiangyi shouted from behind, "It's still working time!"

Unable to find any refutation, Xiangyi tried to pick a thorn in Jian Anran's head on the issue of principle.

"Leave early." Without looking back, Jian Anran dropped two words coldly, and opened the office door.

When she went out in the morning, the door of the master bedroom was closed.

I don't know if Wen Siheng has gone out at home, and now she is not in the mood to explain this difficult matter to others.

While the elevator was going down, Jian Anran decided to go back to the dormitory.

I remembered that I haven't been home for a long time. Since the last quarrel, her mother Yang Yahui sent her WeChat several times.

Probably discovered that no matter whether it is soft and hard, or coercion and lure, no kind of tricks will work on Jian Anran.

Her own news fell into the sea, and Yang Yahui never sent her WeChat again.

Jian Anran was originally a person with no opinions, but sometimes, she was unexpectedly obsessed with a certain thing she believed.

She had folded Yang Yahui's messages a long time ago, and Jian Anran didn't read any of the messages she sent.

When I was a child, I often saw TV saying that home is the only haven.

Walking on the stone road of the school, Jian Anran was a little puzzled.

Where is her home?
I gave birth to myself and raised myself, lived in the house for more than [-] years, and finally found out that it was actually my younger brother's house.

The home she goes to sleep and eat every day is the home of her nominal husband, Wen Siheng.

She was still in Luojiang City, her hometown where she grew up, but Jian Anran felt like a duckweed living in the city for a moment.

There is no need for wind to blow, and you don't know where you are going after a few floats.

When he returned to the dormitory, Ning Beibei, who played games all night yesterday, went back to catch up on sleep after gossiping about the scholarship this morning.

When she opened the door and entered, Jian Anran looked at her bed, the quilt was shrunk into a small ball, and Ning Beibei was sleeping soundly amidst the sound of soft and even breathing.

There have not been many friends who have lasted for a long time, and Jian Anran is actually not very popular.

It just seems that every stage has different, but very good friends.

It's just that elementary school is elementary school, junior high school is junior high school, and in high school there are a group of different friends. It wasn't until university that they met Ning Beibei.

Her friendship status is probably like this: no one knows her past, but there are always people looking forward to the future with her.

Jian Anran didn't pay much attention to this issue until she entered her senior year this year, and she suddenly felt a sense of crisis when she was approaching graduation.

What if I never meet a good friend like Ning Beibei again?
The impression Ning Beibei left on her at the beginning of school was that she was always immersed in the small world of her mobile game, and didn't care about anything around her at all.

Originally, she was worried about not being able to get along with Ning Beibei who was a roommate, but as the days went by, Jian Anran found that Ning Beibei was really an extremely easy-going person.

Informal and open-minded, sometimes Ning Beibei looks like a bold and unrestrained poet.

But careful, not missing any details, delicate emotions, and at the same time a bit of graceful charm.

Probably Ning Beibei's character is a hexagonal warrior in a sense.

As soon as she sat down, she saw Ning Beibei's huddled quilt move.

"Are you back?" Ning Beibei just opened his eyes a little, and saw Jian Anran sitting on the chair.

"Are you okay?" She sat up anxiously, a little confused, and her head hit the railing of the bed with a "bang".

When Jian Anran turned her head, she saw Ning Beibei was holding the bumped head, with a distorted expression.

But it was obvious that Ning Beibei woke up immediately.

Ning Beibei quickly got up and washed up, and immediately asked Jane Anran to go out for dinner together.

Once again, I complained about the scholarship all the way.

From the scholarship all the way to the structural arrangement of the college, and then all the way to complain about the lack of school management ability.

After scolding almost every leader she knew, Ning Beibei suddenly drank two glasses of ice water after finding a seat in the restaurant, and then she recovered.

There was no change of clothes in the dormitory, and Jian Anran stayed until the shutter was closed, and then reluctantly stood up with her bag.

"Little Jane." Ning Beibei suddenly stopped Jian Anran who had just turned around, and turned her head, only to see her solemn face.

"If it makes you feel uncomfortable..."