Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 12

【Jane: The other party is typing.】

After a while, there was still no message from the chat window. She subconsciously typed in "it's my sb's ex" in the chat window.

After thinking about it, it seems that Wen Siheng and Wen Siheng are not familiar enough to speak ill of others behind their backs together.

After speaking for a long time, an unfamiliar phone number suddenly popped up on Jane Anran's screen.

After pressing answer, a familiar voice came from the other side of the receiver.

Low alcohol and lazy.

"Where are you?"

"Dormitory." Jian Anran covered her mouth and looked up at Ning Beibei's expression.

The mother and fetus have been single for 22 years. She is very witty, and she goes back to her desk with the computer.

"Come out for dinner together?" asked the other end of the phone.

"No," she added after thinking about it and finding it inappropriate. "Just ate."

The other end was silent for a moment, only the sound of electric current sizzling.

"How did you know my phone number?" Jian Anran suddenly realized that the only way she could contact Wen Siheng was through WeChat, which she was forced to add in class.

"I teach at the School of Architecture, it's not difficult."

"Using power for personal gain?"

"Ah."

"The other party's name, and what unit does he belong to, and is there a phone number?" The other party asked.

"What do you want these for?" Jane Anran was puzzled.

Wen Siheng on the opposite side did not answer her question, "Send it to my WeChat later."

"Okay." She replied weakly, without further questioning.

There was another long silence. At this moment, Jian Anran realized that their lives were so inseparable that they didn't even know how to say a word of greeting.

"Then see you in class tomorrow?" His voice was very low, and he whispered into his ear through the phone.

"Goodbye." After Jian Anran finished speaking, the other party did not hang up for a long time.

Staring at the increasing talk time on the screen, she hesitated for a moment before pressing the red button.

The call stopped abruptly, and she felt her heartbeat was a little out of order.

In the next few days, it was as calm as if nothing had happened, which also confirmed Wen Siheng's promise before filling out the marriage application.

Obtaining the certificate is purely for emergency and will definitely not affect her normal life.

Occasionally, when she was free, she also thought, what would it be like if it was affected?
"Ding——" her screen lit up, and it was a message from a non-address book contact.

Although it has been deleted, she remembers the tail number very clearly, it is Tang Zhechuan's mobile phone number.

[Have classes in the afternoon?Let’s talk at the cafe next to the subway station】

[I have nothing to talk to you about] Jian Anran replied in seconds. I haven't seen him for a long time, but the other party is still so inexplicable.

【Ah?What are you pretending, call your professor boyfriend together】

The screenshot of the text message interface was sent to Wen Siheng, and he replied immediately: What time?I'll pick you up.

Seeing Wen Siheng again, he had been waiting at the gate of the subway station for a long time, still wearing the white shirt and black trousers he wore in class in the morning, Jian Anran sometimes wondered if he didn't have other clothes.

Wen Siheng noticed this right away. Jian Anran, who was going to the appointment, was wearing her classic skin in class: white T jeans, and a pair of sneakers.

"Hi! Hello, teacher!" Ning Beibei poked her head out from behind and waved her hand happily.

Hearing that Tang Zhechuan wanted to meet Jian Anran, no matter what she said, she wanted to follow her lingering scumbag ex.

As soon as he entered the coffee shop, Tang Zhechuan had already sat down by the window, facing the door. Seeing them walking in, he immediately stood up, trying to use his height to suppress Wen Siheng.

In an instant, the memory of death slapped Jane Anran twice.

When Tang Zhechuan, a sophomore, asked how tall her ex was, when he heard that the other party was 180, he acted like "Oh, I'm only 180, I'm 192".

Putting his experiences and conversations aside, Wen Siheng's words and deeds are mature and steady. Although the other party is a little taller, he looks like a big fool at this moment.

Competing with each other, Ning Beibei couldn't help laughing out loud, Tang Zhechuan glared at her angrily.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?" Tang Zhechuan spread his legs wide as soon as he sat down, and folded his hands around his chest.

"Do you think you are sick? You don't know what you have done? What are you still asking?" Ning Beibei had an expression of "who gave you face".

"You guys have never done anything, can I have a chance to play?" Tang Zhechuan sneered.

"No, I gave you a face, right Tang Zhechuan?" Jian Anran felt that if she hadn't held Ning Beibei, she might have gone up and slapped Tang Zhechuan twice.

"The male is unmarried and the female is unmarried. Both of them are adults with independent thinking ability. How old is your grandfather this year?"

"What does it have to do with my grandfather?" Tang Zhechuan immediately retorted.

"What does that have to do with you?" Ning Beibei made the other party speechless.

"Don't waste my time, just tell me, how can you withdraw the lawsuit?"

"Withdraw the lawsuit?" Jian Anran was at a loss.

"What are you pretending to do? Even the ward branch will directly sue others in court. You are playing tricks." Tang Zhechuan's voice became louder and louder, so that people at several tables looked sideways.

"What? Before you uploaded the sneak shot to Weibo, you already called someone else?" Wen Siheng said, his deep voice seemed a bit more comfortable.

"Oh, Professor Wen," Tang Zhechuan sneered, "To be honest, you, a university professor, have an affair with a student, and it's not nice to say it."

"This kind of thing that insults the style of study, how can you compare with me?"

Without leaving a chance to catch his breath, Tang Zhechuan thought he was going after the victory.

"I can delete the photos. As long as you withdraw the lawsuit, we can write a settlement letter and we're done." He put forward the conditions.

"No need," Wen Siheng's eyes were a little cold, and his brows were full of disgust.

"My lawyer will be responsible for follow-up. Let's see you in court."

"Are you not afraid that I will post the photos online?" Tang Zhechuan threatened.

"It's not good for your career, is it? Who would dare to hire a teacher who has a room with students in the future?"

Compared with Tang Zhechuan, who was flushed, with veins on his neck, and felt that he was about to stand up and overturn the table in the next second, Wen Siheng seemed a little calm and breezy.

He calmly took out the red booklet from his coat pocket, spread out the first page and placed it on the table.

"I don't know what kind of copy you want to use to post us online." Wen Siheng shrugged pretending to be innocent.

Seeing this, Jian Anran leaned to the left and hugged Wen Siheng's arm, looking weak and frightened.

Compressing her vocal cords, she said in a high-pitched voice, "Stop stalking and filming me! No matter how much you coerce me, I will never leave my husband!"

The penetrating power of the voice was so strong that other people in the coffee shop looked sideways, lowered their heads and pointed at Tang Zhechuan in a low voice.

"Oh my God, how could there be such a person? Stalking and secretly taking pictures of married women?" Passerby A was amazed.

Tang Zhechuan's face turned black and red, and became extremely ugly.

"You are the most hypocritical person who says you don't want to get married." Tang Zhechuan cursed while pointing at Jian Anran's nose.

"Why are you pretending to be a white lotus? As soon as you see a professor, you want to post it?"

"Whoa-"

Ning Beibei took the water at hand and splashed it on Tang Zhechuan's face.

"Give you a face? If you don't have a mirror at home, you won't take a pee to take a look at yourself? How many catties and taels don't count, right? What kind of personal attack?"

(End of this chapter)