Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 57 Her Design
Jane Anran didn't want to open the door at all.

Resisting the urge to turn off the doorbell directly, she angrily pointed at the screen towards Wen Siheng.

In the familiar beige trench coat, her makeup was even more delicate than at the end of the evening dinner, and she was holding a bottle of foreign wine in her hand.

Seeing the person on the other side of the screen clearly, Wen Siheng turned his head and looked at Jian Anran seriously.

"sorry."

"What?" Jian Anran was a little confused.

The black door opened, and Belly handed over a bottle of whiskey, smiling with eyes crooked, staring straight at the man in front of him.

"At this point, you are usually still up, so I came in to bother you unceremoniously." Belly said with a smile.

The moment a small head popped out from behind, the smile on her face disappeared.

"Oh? This is the classmate from just now? Are you still discussing the subject at such a late hour?"

Even though he had already guessed his answer, Belly still forced a smile to play the fool.

Before Wen Siheng could speak, she stretched out her hand and pushed him aside, and followed him stepping on stilettos.

Looking across the empty vase in the hallway, he said with a smile, "What? Don't you like platycodon flowers? Then I'll change it to something better next time."

"unnecessary."

I heard it, but the other party ignored it.She went straight to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

Looking up and looking around, the woman stroked her hair.

"I just said that this black sofa looks good, and it has a lot more texture than the brown one you picked before."

As she spoke, she squatted down again and reached out to touch the smooth coffee table.

"The texture of this marble looks as good as it looks in the sample picture."

"It's the height of your TV, I think it's better."

"What do you want to say?" Interrupting the woman, Wen Siheng stood at the other end of the sofa and looked at her coldly with his arms around him.

The warm light cast a long shadow on him, and Jian Anran stood in the shadow without the courage to step out.

"Half of the credit for this design, can I accept the result?" Belly smiled deeper.

Seeing Jian Anran's puzzled face, Belly tilted her head and said to her: "I conceived this house step by step from the rough beginning."

"No matter the structure and layout, as small as the sofa accessories, even the vases in the porch are all arranged by me."

"This used to be our wedding"

"enough!"

The house suddenly fell silent, Wen Siheng's almost roaring voice came from the vocal cords, and Jian Anran was greatly shocked.

This was the first time she saw such uncontrollable emotions in Wen Siheng.

His neck was slightly red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

"It's over, you can leave." Wen Siheng turned sideways, without looking at her directly.

The woman's expression sank, she ignored it, and stood up at once.

"Boom boom boom——"

Her stiletto heels paced up and down the marble floor tiles of the house.

"I haven't finished reading it yet. The little classmates have discussed the topic until one o'clock and haven't come home. It's not like me, right?" She said and was about to walk to the area of ​​the room.

"This is also her home."

As soon as the words fell, Belly's eyes widened, and he turned around and scanned them up and down.

Almost an instinctive reaction, Jian Anran involuntarily leaned towards Wen Siheng.

She wanted to grab his arm, but she felt the unfriendly gaze from the other side, but her hand was hanging in mid-air, and finally fell slowly.

It was a strong hand that grabbed her arm and hugged her naturally like this.

Following the beautiful neckline, Wen Siheng's expression returned to his usual composure, and he even saw a trace of impatience in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"So fast?" Belly spit out three words slowly, then turned and walked to the bedroom.

Pushing open the double doors of the master bedroom, the quilt was neatly spread. She took a careful look and found that there were two pillows on the bed.

So are they real?

When Belly saw Wen Siheng and Jian Anran leaving together at the entrance of the izakaya, she felt a little blocked, but she wasn't too sad.

After all, it's been a while since we broke up, and it's normal for the other party to have a new love after returning home.

Who wouldn't be tempted by a young, innocent and beautiful student?

She held the whiskey she brought back from England, which was his favorite foreign wine in the past.

She came to his house in the middle of the night. She had never been here before, but she was not a stranger here.

The man in front of him smiled and told her that he had prepared a wedding room for her in his hometown.

Hearing what he said, Belly turned on the computer almost immediately and began to conceive everything about the new house.

Even if they thought at that time that there was a high probability that they would not return to China for development, Belly wanted to have the feeling of being a hostess in arranging a new home.

When he came out, he glanced at the master bedroom. There were women's skin care products on the sink.

Turning around and closing the door of the master bedroom, Belly regained her self-esteem. When she returned to China this time, she had a mentality of whether she could meet Wen Siheng again.

If the other party has already moved on (looking forward), at least he has at least a minimum of self-esteem, and Belly will never allow himself to stalk him.

Just when she wanted to get out of the bedroom area, I don't know if it came from a woman's keen intuition.

For a moment, a thought flashed through her mind, and she opened the door of the second bedroom sideways.

Pink bedding, a computer that is still on on the desk and a pile of textbooks spread out.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Belly turned around and squinted, and said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: So you are roommates? "

"You come with me."

Wen Siheng glanced at her, and walked towards the balcony of the living room expressionlessly.

Belly obediently followed her, and when passing by Jane Anran, he stuck out his tongue at her.

In an instant, the inferiority complex on Jian Anran's face was swept away. Isn't the other party just here to find fault?
As soon as Belly stepped onto the balcony, Wen Siheng pulled the glass door closed, only to hear the woman say coquettishly at last: "It's so cold."

The sound insulation of the door is very good, and you can't hear anything when you close it.

Standing in the living room and watching from a distance, they seemed to be arguing, only to see Wen Siheng saying something expressionlessly.

And different from the intellectual first impression, Belly's almost gaffe-like emotions and actions.

After listening carefully, she still couldn't hear clearly, so Jian Anran gave up and went back to the kitchen to pack her things.

After a while, I heard the sound of the balcony door being opened again. Belly poked his head out from the dining room, and Belly sat on the sofa angrily and refused to leave.

"I thought I made everything clear." Wen Siheng cast a sideways glance.

"What more do you want?"

Ignoring the extremely cold tone of the man in front of him, Belly smiled again, "I want to save you."

The tone is extremely light, with a rising ending, as if talking about someone else's business casually.

Almost instantly, Jane Anran, who was standing at the side of the living room, immediately turned and went back to the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)