Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 25
Walking through the living room and the hallway, Wen Siheng was preparing dishes on the counter, when he saw her walk into the kitchen and look around.

"Are you looking for something?" Wen Siheng asked, "I'm going to make cheese and cream pasta tonight, is that okay?"

As if Jian Anran didn't see him, she walked straight through the kitchen and groped around the wall near the kitchen.

As if sensing that Jian Anran's mood was not right, Wen Siheng stopped preparing dishes, walked to her side, and reached out to brush the hair hanging down her face behind her ears.

"What are you looking for? I'll help you."

Unlike usual, Jane Anran pushed his hand away in disgust, turned her head away, and didn't want to talk to him.

Although she is dependent on others now, Jian Anran still thinks she has some self-esteem.

What happened to sleeping in his vacant second bedroom?There is no need to insult people like this, just dragging someone's suitcase to the nanny's room without saying a word.

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she became, Jian Anran's nose couldn't help sour, her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't lift them up, and her eye circles became more and more red.

"What's wrong? Want to go home?" Wen Siheng's voice melted into Jian Anran's eardrums.

Usually she likes his voice very much, it is extremely gentle, mellow and cold, Jane Anran can't wait to record it and listen to it ten or eight times a day.

But thinking that the other party was looking at her with a condescending attitude, extreme grievances came to her heart, and Jian Anran felt unprecedented humiliation.

"Patta," finally found the invisible door in the wall decoration, and Jane Anran opened it to look inside.

Eh?Empty?There wasn't even a bed, and there were only a few shelves in the cramped room.

"Are you looking for this?" Wen Siheng's tone was a bit incredulous.

After connecting several scenes and the aggrieved villain in front of him, he immediately understood what was going on.

Flicking the teardrops hanging on Jian Anran's eyelashes with his fingers, Wen Siheng lowered his head and pressed his warm lips to her forehead.

"What you worry about won't happen."

When Jian Anran finally calmed down, Wen Siheng held her hand tightly and walked towards the bedroom.

Pull open the creamy white double doors of the master bedroom, and the suitcases covered with labels are placed at the door of the cloakroom.

"You sleep in the master bedroom."

Staring down at her suitcase for five seconds, Jane Anran said in a low voice: "Ah? Give me the master bedroom? Then where do you sleep?"

Wen Siheng: .
"Are you hungry? Let's eat first." His tricks in front of Jian Anran's rectum didn't work, and Wen Siheng planned to express his position more directly from next time.

"Aren't you still preparing dishes?" Jian Anran said as she was about to open the suitcase.

"So you didn't see me?"

Thinking of the gaffe and absurd thoughts just now, Jian Anran's ears flushed.

"Actually." Wen Siheng's expression was a little hesitant, "I'm not very good at cooking either."

Jian Anran looked up at him, and the two looked at each other for ten seconds, then turned around and took out her mobile phone to open the blue delivery software.

"Wait!" Wen Siheng stopped, "I can learn."

"At least the taste of pasta is guaranteed. I used to cook it when I was in school."

"Did you cook for yourself when you were in school?"

Jian Anran doesn't know much about the experience of studying abroad. She thinks that most of the people who study abroad are children of the wealthy class, and they are probably able to eat out in a hurry.

"I don't know if you have heard the saying that Britain is a food desert. Except for going to Chinese restaurants, if you want to improve the food, you can only cook by yourself." Wen Siheng explained.

Jian Anran suddenly realized with an "oh", recalling the British students who had brushed up on Xiaohongshu before, and indeed often saw them complaining about the local food.

The pasta with cheese and cream was prepared in no time and arrived piping hot.

Jian Anran imitated the appearance in the TV series, rolled up a handful of noodles gracefully with a fork and put it in her mouth, only then did she notice the look of Wen Siheng beside her looking forward to getting feedback.

His eyelashes are long and beautiful, and under the direct light of the warm-colored bar lamp, a circle of fan-shaped shadows are formed under the eyelids.

Eyes blinked like they were about to squeeze out water, it was the first time that Jian Anran wanted to use the word "sweet girl" on a man.

"good to eat."

After getting the desired feedback, Wen Siheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your family is like this." Jian Anran just opened her mouth, and was immediately corrected by Wen Siheng.

"It's your home too."

"Okay" Jian Anran immediately changed her words, "Our family is so big, will it be very hard to clean up?"

The only nanny's room that was equipped was changed into a storage room, and Jian Anran was a little curious, would people living in such a house actually do the cleaning by themselves?
She thought that living in such a mansion, the person inside who greeted them was their "servant Mary".

Thinking about it carefully, is it right for me to live in someone else's house and help with hygiene? Thinking of such a large area, Jian Anran's waist will start to ache.

Wen Siheng pointed to a corner beside him, and looking in the direction of his finger, Jian Anran found the sweeping robot charging in the corner.

"Sweeping and mopping in one, you don't have to worry too much."

"Such a large area, can't sweep for a long time?"

Jian Anran thought of her aunt's sweeping robot, which had to be charged two or three times to sweep a house of about 120 square meters.

Look around, the corridors are long enough for kittens and puppies to run cool, and the robot vacuums have to buzz and work all day.

"So I prepared three sets." Wen Siheng said, "The kitchen area, living room, and bedroom are all equipped, and it will be resolved soon."

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Jian Anran, who has to think about buying a cup of 15 yuan milk tea, doesn't quite understand such a state.

"Usually having a sweeping robot is enough. I can learn to cook, and there will be part-time workers every week to do other hygiene. I don't like having outsiders at home very much."

"I'm not an outsider too." Jian Anran muttered in a very low voice, but was caught by Wen Siheng immediately.

"You are not an outsider," his eyes curled up, "you are an insider."

"What?" Feeling her cheeks burning hot, Jian Anran buried her head in her mouth, trying not to let the other party find out.

After eating, Wen Siheng got up and put the plates and forks into the dishwasher, and simply cleaned up the island table where he had just eaten.

Glancing at the living room, the Barcelona chair that Jane Anran loved was empty.

The door of the master bedroom in the deep corridor was closed, and only the lights in the second bedroom were on. Wen Siheng walked in and saw that the suitcase was spread out on the ground, and Jane Anran seriously hung up her clothes one by one.

Wen Siheng's eyes dimmed, his hands were folded around his chest, his head was slightly leaning against the door frame, Jian Anran in the room didn't notice him.

When she finally packed her clothes, Jian Anran got up and met Wen Siheng's gloomy eyes.

"Do you hate me?"

(End of this chapter)