Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 22 The Neighbor Couple
"Attic?" Jane Anran asked.

Wen Siheng gave a "hmm".

"Don't everyone like to buy penthouses? They are afraid of water leakage and wind." Jian Anran remembered the lightning protection posts about buying penthouses and Donghu that she often read on Xiaohongshu.

"Compared to such resolvable objective factors, I am more worried about uncontrollable neighborhood relations."

Jian Anran nodded, thinking it made sense.

Their house is on the fifth floor, and the children on the seventh floor always like to skip rope upstairs. She can hear it clearly from two floors away.

"Don't you have to wait a long time for the elevator on the 32nd floor?"

"One ladder, one household." Wen Siheng patted her head and said.

The elevator quickly ascended to the top floor, with a sound of "ding dong", the elevator door opened and it opened into a rather grand elevator hall, the marble decoration shone under the reflection of the crystal chandelier, and the flowers with water droplets on the petals were placed on the table beside it .

Wen Siheng's cell phone was leaning against the door lock, and the door opened automatically with a click.

The interior style of the house is in sharp contrast with the elevator hall. The house of more than 300 square meters has only three bedrooms, the living room and dining room are huge, and the north and south are transparent.

The entrance is a huge porch, the kitchen and restaurant area is to the north on the left, and the south-facing balcony on the right is the unobstructed view of the Luojiang River.

There are only three main colors of black, white and gray in the interior, with gray and white marble paving, black flat leather sofas, floor-to-ceiling TVs and a full set of bose speakers that can often be seen on social platforms.

The kitchen is divided into Chinese and Western double kitchens. To the north is a Chinese kitchen with a sliding door, surrounded by a circle of western-style islands, and next to it is an eight-seater black marble dining table.

Some of the furniture is still covered with dust bags. It looks like it has just been shipped, and the room is neat and tidy. Some tables are not completely dry, and it looks like someone has just come to do the cleaning.

"Come in." Wen Siheng leaned his back against the door, motioning for Jane Anran to come in first.

"Where are the slippers?" Jian Anran stood at the door cautiously, for fear of soiling the clean and reflective floor.

Wen Siheng pushed open the invisible door behind the entrance. Inside was a cloakroom that looked bigger than Jane Anran's room. After searching for a long time, he found a pair of disposable hotel slippers.

Jian Anran burst out laughing, she didn't expect that Wen Siheng, who was like a flower of Gaoling, would walk away with slippers from the hotel, so she looked no different from herself.

Wen Siheng seemed to see what she was thinking, and explained: "There are many people who come here without the house installed, and my mother brought it here."

Bypassing the entrance, the living room is further inside to the bedroom area. There are only three bedrooms in a house of more than 300 square meters. Except for a study room, the master and second bedrooms are equipped with bathrooms and cloakrooms.

"Your parents also live with you?" Jian Anran asked casually.

"No, don't worry, such a thing will never happen."

Jian Anran rolled her eyes and said, "What does it have to do with me?"

"Keep away all hotbeds that affect the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law." Wen Siheng leaned on the door frame, looking down at her.

"Then why do you keep such a well-equipped second bedroom?" Jian Anran asked.

Such a large house should normally have 4-5 rooms, but there are only three rooms left, probably because Wen Siheng knocked them out and put them in other areas during the renovation.

"What if there are new family members in the future?" Wen Siheng's words were unclear.

Jian Anran was stunned for a moment, and then recovered her expression: "Then I wish Teacher Wen to have a son soon."

"You too." Wen Siheng smiled slightly.

"Don't curse me." Jian Anran continued walking inside.

For career women, getting married and having children seems to be a shackle on the way forward.

It's not that Jian Anran was born with a fear of marriage and childbirth, it's just that when she was looking for an internship job before, the hr would ask her if she had a boyfriend, and whether she would get married immediately after graduation, which was really scary.

The bedrooms basically have the same layout. The bathroom in the master bedroom has double basins and a bathtub, and there are two dressing rooms for the male and female masters. The second bedroom is a three-piece dressing room and bathroom that is usually accessible.

There is a whole wall of book rules in the study room. The books have not been moved in yet. In the middle is a huge white lift table, with a single sofa and a floor lamp at the foot.

After browsing the bedroom briefly, and walking to the living room, Jian Anran's gaze was attracted by a single chair next to the sofa.

One of the representatives of modern craftsmanship, the classic work of the 1929 World Expo, the Barcelona chair designed by architect Mies van der Rohe.

Simple and clean black leather surface and exposed silver metal support, a model of minimalist style.

Jian Anran once liked this chair very much. She searched it on a certain orange shopping software, but the high price made her retreat.

Walking straight to the Barcelona chair, the moment I sat down, it seemed as if I had completed a certain life achievement point in the game.

She felt like light was shining in her head.

"Like it?" Wen Siheng sat beside her, resting his head on the back of the chair and looking at her with a satisfied expression.

"A little bit." Jane Anran nodded.

"Just a little?"

"I like it very much." She touched the black skin with her hand, the grooves were distinct and very textured, in front of such a dream chair, the excellent river view outside the window was slightly pale in her eyes.

Wen Siheng started to fiddle with her broken hair with his knuckle-knuckle fingers again. Jian Anran was in a good mood this time and let him play with it.

"Ah? Does the teacher really want me to go home with you? Isn't that good?" Suddenly, Jian Anran became interested, and started to act in a melodrama.

Wen Siheng was very cooperative, "Do I have a chance for you to refuse?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Jian Anran's deer eyes with gleeful eyes, stretched out his hand to wrap her arms around her slender waist, and when he lowered his head to cover the other's lips——

"Ding dong——", the doorbell rang unwittingly.

After hearing this, Jian Anran wanted to get up and open the door. Wen Siheng grabbed her wrist and pressed her tightly under her body. Fiery breath swept over her face, and her body softened. When her consciousness line of defense was being gradually breached, the doorbell rang. rang again.

Wen Siheng's fingers covering her waist were broken one by one, and Jian Anran struggled out from the gap between the man on her body and the chair, walked to the door and suddenly thought of something, quickly plucked her hair twice before opening the door.

A man and a woman outside the door looked like husband and wife, middle-aged, with the man's hand on the woman's shoulder.

Seeing Jian Anran, the woman smiled politely before she said: "Hello, I see that your house has been busy and renovated for a long time. Every time you come, there are workers there, and you haven't seen the owner. I just saw the elevator when I was waiting for the elevator. After reaching the 32nd floor, I wanted to try my luck."

Wen Siheng didn't know when he suddenly appeared behind her. Jian Anran felt a sudden weight on her shoulders, and Wen Siheng put his hands on her shoulders.

"Hello, what's the matter?" Wen Siheng asked.

"It's like this. We have visited several times, and it is rare to see such a stylish decoration. Could you please introduce the designer to us?" the man said politely.

"No problem." Wen Siheng turned around and took out a business card from the coat on the sofa in the living room and handed it to the man.

"Wen Siheng?" The man glanced at the business card in his hand, "So you hired a university professor? No wonder why it's so different!"

(End of this chapter)