Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 120 Another person came outside the door
"Really?" Wen Siheng smiled, didn't say anything, just opened the door and walked back to his small office.

On the black desk, the white paper is very conspicuous.

The A4 paper was folded in half, just lying there quietly, no matter whether it was opened or not, the matter seemed to have become a fact.

Stunned at the door for a moment, Wen Siheng quietly listened to the glass door behind the door shut with a "click".His fingers hesitated for a long time in mid-air, and there was only a blank in his mind.

The recent scenes reappeared in front of my eyes like a revolving lantern.

Since his flash marriage, although Tang Yirui has not made a clear statement, but based on Wen Siheng's understanding of his mother, Jian Anran definitely does not meet her expectations for her daughter-in-law.

The appearance of Xu Nianhe was beyond his expectation. He seemed to try his best to prevent everything from happening, but everything still proceeded according to what he feared most.

In Wen Siheng's deepest heart, he can understand Jian Anran's current actions from beginning to end.

After all, they said they would divorce as soon as the good things were over.

The matter has been over for a long time, but none of them mentioned it, and everyone knew it tacitly.

In the end, Jian Anran became the one who proposed it, and Wen Siheng couldn't help thinking of her fisherman's hat mask and sunglasses on the day she received the certificate.

Open the white A4 paper that was folded with corners and corners, the only content on it is three large characters that almost occupy the entire paper——

【Letter of Resignation】

The inscription below is her Junxiu's signature and date.

It was mentioned inadvertently that Jian Anran said that the only good handwriting she can write is her own name.

Because in the calligraphy class that she lasted for only one month, after teaching strokes and strokes, she began to teach everyone to write their own names.

Stuffing this extremely short resignation letter into a drawer, Wen Siheng suddenly thought that when he left the counselor's office, the other party seemed to want to say something.

But seeing that Wen Siheng was in a hurry, the counselor said that he could leave first and talk to him later when he had time.

Opening the briefcase, Wen Siheng found the kraft paper bag that the counselor gave him just now.

Opening it, there was a handover confirmation letter, confirming that Jian Anran had terminated the position of office assistant.

It turned out that she had already prepared everything, and the only thing left in the final process was his signature for confirmation.

He opened the drawer again and stuffed all these messy documents into the deepest part of the drawer. Wen Siheng didn't take his bag, pushed open the glass door and walked out.

Seeing Wen Siheng reappear, Xiangyi got up with a copy of the materials and said, "Teacher, here are..."

Before Xiangyi could finish speaking, the office door was closed again, and he walked out of the office at high speed.

The white sports car was galloping on the road (not speeding), and when it stopped again, Wen Siheng slapped the steering wheel heavily with his right hand.

For the first time, he hated the traffic lights that spread across the city like bacteria.

When he pushed open the black door at home, he habitually looked at the closed secondary bedroom door.

Before going out this morning, whether it was the living room or the dining room, he felt that nothing had changed at home.

But after thinking about it carefully, the other party seems to have hardly left any personal belongings anywhere other than the bedroom.

Everything was as it was when he lived alone.

His palm touched the cold brass of the handle, and he seemed eager to reveal the answer.

Holding a shred of expectation, I hope that all my guesses are false.

Pushing open the door, his hopes were once again dashed, and the second bedroom was empty.

On the table, on the window sill, and in the bathroom, there was almost no hair left.

On the mattress were neatly folded sheets and quilt covers, which they bought together in the supermarket after get off work on the day Jane Anran moved in.

She left so little here that Wen Siheng just woke up like a dream. It turned out that she was ready to leave from the very beginning.

……

Gently tap the phone screen, the wallpaper is a green landscape photo, Jian Anran lay on the bed and looked at it for a long time.

"Ning Beibei, you send me a WeChat message, but my WeChat seems to be unable to receive messages again."

"Deng-deng--" Ning Beibei immediately sent an emoticon package.

Holding the phone on her chest and turning over, Jian Anran murmured to the screen: "So I can get it."

In the 24th hour after the incident, Jane Anran did not receive any news.

There is no bloody "chasing his crematorium" plot, and the other party doesn't seem to care at all, not even a squeak.

"A normal person would feel a little bit of emotion even if his roommate moved away?" Jian Anran rolled around again, dragging her head with her hands, and said lying on the bed.

Ning Beibei immediately retorted: "It's a fallacy, I don't feel any emotion after you leave."

"However," she added immediately, "I haven't slept with you, the situation is indeed different."

She began to wonder again, is the other party so busy that she hasn't been to the office yet?
This situation is indeed very possible. Recently, Wen Siheng was busy with travel and dust all day long, so busy that he almost didn't have time to eat. In the few days when Jian Anran was in the office, he didn't even see Wen Siheng.

"What are you thinking about?" Ning Beibei said to the point.

As if being caught, Jian Anran was eager to deny it, "No... how can it happen?"

The air was silent for a while before hearing Ning Beibei's proposal: "Why don't we go out for a walk?"

"Where?"

"Jiangbian? Shopping mall? You are from Luojiang. Luojiang, you are no better than me." Ning Beibei looked speechless.

"You also know that I don't go out."

Thinking it made sense, Ning Beibei nodded and stood up immediately.

"Well, it's Jiangbian! I heard that Jiangbian has built a new boardwalk a while ago, and there are many Qingba cafes along the road. I haven't been there yet."

After grabbing a piece of clothing, Jian Anran and Ning Beibei wore slippers and took the bus to the Luojiang River. They walked on the boardwalk, almost perfectly blending in with the aunts and uncles who came for a walk at night.

The evening wind swayed the leaves on the riverside, and the rustling sound was sent to the ears by the autumn wind.

The faint scent of green grass in the air and bursts of damp breath make people feel inexplicably quiet and peaceful.

At least that's what Ning Beibei thinks.

Jian Anran's mood was more surging than the waves on the river——

Going a little further, there is the Qing Bar, which changed her life in the past half semester.

This area was still under construction three months ago, and both sides of the road were covered with blue iron sheets to cover it. The Qing Bar, which looked quite stylish, stood abruptly in the iron sheets.

Now that the wooden plank road is finally completed, with the removal of the blue iron sheet, the bar is more prominent in this environment, so that Jian Anran can see it when she looks up.

"My legs are so sore, find a place to sit down." Ning Beibei on the side had a sad face, hooked Jian Anran's hand, and pressed all the weight of her body on her.

"How come there is such a long wooden plank road, I'm exhausted." Ning Beibei complained again.

Without giving Jian Anran a chance to refuse, Ning Beibei took her and walked forward.

The moment the door was pushed open, the familiar sound of the bell hanging on the door came from the ear.

In the deepest part of the bar was a familiar figure in a white T-shirt.

(End of this chapter)