Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 20 The two sides meet
Jian Anran was slightly taken aback, she didn't know where to put her hand, she hung it in the air for a while, and finally landed firmly on the other party's neck, enjoying a moment of tenderness.

She used to spend a long time thinking about her out-of-this-world relationship, she didn't know how to deal with herself, and she didn't know how to look at it.

But from the moment Wen Siheng's lips touched, she immediately made up her mind.

Instead of spending a lot of time chasing illusory answers, it's better to enjoy every minute and every second of the moment.

The other party smiled slightly as if he had succeeded, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a beautiful arc.

"I have a sentence I like very much." Wen Siheng seemed to remember something suddenly.

Jane Anran tilted her head: "What?"

"If you understand the past, don't remonstrate, but if you know the future, you can pursue it."

"Use high school texts to fool me?" Jian Anran patted him on the back.

"It makes sense, doesn't it?" Wen Siheng used his index finger to draw the outline of Jian Anran's lips in a playful manner, and his fingertips vaguely touched her rosy lips, like an electric shock, evoking a tingling numbness in his heart.

When she was in high school, Jian Anran liked this sentence very much when she read Tao Yuanming's "Return to Come": the past can no longer be changed, but the unknown future can still be fought.

The family of origin was once a mountain that Jian Anran felt could not be overcome. The father who had absolute authority at home, the mother who regarded her as the only one to confide in her life all the year round, and the one who was addicted to games every day and did not study at all, but still regarded him as a big Buddha at home. Get up brother.

LY City is located in the lower part of the coast, and there is a strong atmosphere of small businesses. People don’t care much about famous schools like 985211. A school like Jian Anran who can go all the way to a local undergraduate school is already considered someone else’s child to a certain extent. .

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't beat her mother's words, "It would be great if you were a boy."

She has always comforted herself that although their family favors boys over girls, there are not many, and their family has always upheld the principle of treating men and women equally in material terms.

But the subconscious feeling of suffocation that only boys can achieve great things came to the surface, making her breathless, and she once wanted to prove herself.

But after finishing high school and going to university, the gradual accumulation of experience made her gradually strip away from her longing for the sense of approval from others.

Now she just wants to escape, escape from people who don't know how to identify with others.

Wen Siheng was the one who helped her break free from the shackles of the cage, and even said it was an opportunity, as she currently does not have the conditions to escape.

Leaning her head quietly on his strong chest, "plop plop", it was the first time that Jian Anran could hear the other person's heartbeat so clearly, it was strong and powerful.

"Let's go." She looked up.

"Aren't you staying at home tonight?"

"No." Jian Anran pulled Wen Siheng out.

In the living room, Jian Shaobo, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV after dinner, looked up at the two of them. The dining table had already been cleared.

Jian Anran ignored Jian Shaobo, and said to Yang Yahui, "I'm back to school."

"Aren't you going to stay at home for the night?" Yang Yahui just came out of the kitchen, and her eyes fell on the tightly clasped hands of the two.

"No, I have class tomorrow morning and I have to get up early."

Back at school, Wen Siheng's car stopped at the intersection of the dormitory area.

"Stop far away." Jian Anran looked around, for fear of encountering a classmate she knew.

Wen Siheng drove the car a little further.

"I'll pick you up this weekend." He shifted the gear into park.

"Where are you going?" Jane Anran unbuckled her seat belt and was about to get out of the car.

"Hasn't Auntie told you yet? Make an appointment with the two families to have a meal this weekend."

Until now, Jian Anran has a real feeling that she has really received the certificate. She has never imagined what it would be like to meet her in-laws.

At noon on Saturday, Wen Siheng's car stopped 500 meters away from the intersection of the dormitory area, and Jane Anran was still wearing the white eight-point chiffon skirt that she went to the hotel that day.

It was the most demure, unschooled outfit she could find in her closet.

The meeting place agreed by the parents of both parties was in a local tea house, with antique Mowa white walls, walking straight around the chashou corridor around the pool, up and down, and then arriving at the main hall of the restaurant.

"Surnamed Wen, the six people who made an appointment this week."

The staff understood and immediately led them to the box area.Through the screen, you can see that both parents have arrived, and when you walk to the door, you can hear Yang Yahui and Wen Siheng's mother Tang Yirui chatting politely with each other.

Knocking on the door and entering, the voices in the room stopped immediately, and four pairs of eyes looked at the door.

"Hello, uncle and aunt." Jian Anran greeted obediently first.

"Hello, An Ran." Tang Lingli reacted first, stood up and introduced, "This is Siheng's father, Wen Shuliang."

"Long-awaited, Mr. Wen, hello."

Wen Shuliang nodded and said politely, "Hello."

Wen Siheng stepped forward and pulled out the chair to signal Jane Anran to sit down, and both parents expressed their appreciation.

The air conditioner in the box was fully turned on, Wen Siheng took off his black suit jacket and put it on Jane Anran's shoulders.

Last time he saw her wearing this outfit and a small suit jacket.

Feeling a heavy warmth from the shoulders, the remaining warmth of the other party's body was still in the suit jacket, Jian Anran was taken aback, and from the corner of his eyes, he secretly glanced at Wen Siheng who was looking down at the menu with his head down.

"Uncle and aunt, let's see what you want to eat. I don't have any taboos." Wen Siheng politely handed the menu to Yang Yahui.

"How do I know this?" The two sides declined each other, but the menu finally remained firmly in Yang Yahui's hands.

It was only then that Jian Anran calmed down and took a good look at the decoration inside the box. This teahouse is antique from the inside out, with mahogany tables and chairs, and exquisite carvings of animals on the furniture. Even the waiters are dressed in Tang suits, following the classical Chinese style of the teahouse.

"Didn't you just come back? How did you know about this teahouse?" Jian Anran leaned over her head and asked Wen Siheng in a low voice.

She has never heard of such a high-end and stylish restaurant in Luojiang City for 22 years.

"My parents recommended it." Wen Siheng replied with a smile.

It was only then that Jian Anran noticed that Tang Yirui had been staring in their direction frequently, and there was even a touch of emotion in his eyes.

After his son returned to China, he did not know how many blind dates he had met. Whenever he mentioned this matter to him, it seemed to touch Wen Siheng's backlash.

I thought that he was also infected with the western pattern of infertility. The old couple were so worried that they couldn't sleep. Who knew that Wen Siheng would suddenly tell them that he had obtained the certificate when he came home from work one day.

At first, he was worried that his stubborn son might be deceived by some demagogues outside, but he didn't expect that it was someone he had a blind date with before, and he was also a student of our school.

At the banquet, the two parents began to politely raise such a good son/daughter, and let their children get such a good marriage.

The two sides talked more and more speculatively. Tang Yirui began to think about where to place the wine, and Yang Yahui immediately began to talk about whether the wedding dress should be Western or Chinese.

"We don't hold weddings." Jian Anran said abruptly, causing everyone to turn around.

(End of this chapter)