Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 32 Economic Crisis
Opening her eyes in the early morning, the curtains in the master bedroom have a strong ability to block light, and Jane Anran can't tell the current time.

The pajamas were rolled up to her neck, and a big warm hand was still mosuo on her stomach in sleep.

Jian Anran secretly made up her mind to tuck her pajamas into her pants before going to bed next time.

After a little struggle, she broke free from Wen Siheng's arms, and touched the head of the bed with her hand.

Picking up the phone, it was almost ten o'clock.

It's ten o'clock!
The office assistant's working hours are from nine in the morning to five in the afternoon, and she struggled to sit up from the soft bed in a panic.

The corner of the clothes was tightly grasped from behind, and when she looked back, Wen Siheng, who was sleepy, was looking at her resentfully.

"Where are you going?" His voice was hoarse.

"Go to work, it's already ten o'clock."

"What class do you go to?" Wen Siheng asked.

Jian Anran gave him a blank stare, a little speechless: "You don't know what class you are in? Take your class."

It is indeed right to go to his class.

"But isn't today Tuesday?"

correct!Today is Tuesday!

Because there are still classes, student assistants only have to go to the office on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and other times can be arranged freely.

The happiest thing in the world is that you think you are late, but it turns out that you don't have to go to work today.

She immediately got into the bed and turned to the other side, swiping her phone with her back to the man behind her.

The person beside her immediately lay back, put his hands around her waist from behind, and buried his face in her back.

Wen Siheng took a deep breath, greedily wanting to pocket all the faint fragrance of the little man in his arms.

"Why are you lying back? Don't you have to go to work?" Jian Anran asked.

As an assistant, she has fixed working hours, but the tutors don't. Many other young teachers are buried in the office on weekdays.

"They will be uncomfortable if I sit in the office." Wen Siheng closed his eyes, quietly enjoying the intimacy at this moment.

A new message popped up on WeChat suddenly. Jian Anran clicked in and saw a 60-second voice message from her mother Yang Yahui.

60 seconds of voice is the upper limit of WeChat, not the upper limit of Yang Yahui.

Without too much hesitation, Jian Anran pressed [Voice to text] for a long time.

【Well, An Ran, you don't have class today. Uh. I want to talk to you about that today】

Jian Anran couldn't help feeling that her mother used too many modal particles.

To sum up Yang Yahui's 60-second voice content: Early this morning, Jian Anran's grandmother went to the mountain to pick a lot of strawberries and came back, and asked her to go home and get some to eat.

【Jane: I asked my grandma yesterday if she brought the "Meditation Mantra"】

[Flowers bloom and wealth: brought together in a strawberry basket]

[Flowers bloom and wealth: I don’t know if your child has changed sex, why do you want to watch this all of a sudden]

Jian Anran didn't answer, and sent an emoji to prevaricate.

The person in his arms suddenly got out of bed and lay down on the ground looking for the slippers that had been kicked off the bottom of the bed yesterday. Wen Siheng sat up at once.

"Don't lie down much?" His expression was a bit resentful, "I was so tired last night."

"Then don't do things that will tire you next time." Jian Anran raised her head and rolled her eyes.

"Actually, I'm not that tired," the other party retorted immediately, "Moderate fatigue can maintain a certain amount of vitality."

False!

"My mother told me to go back, you go to work first." Jane Anran opened the bedroom door.

"I'll see you off."

"No need," she immediately refused, "It will be a short journey by subway, and there will be traffic jams in the morning rush hour."

If her mother found out that it was Wen Siheng who sent her back, she wouldn't let it go without dragging Wen Siheng upstairs and asking around again.

"It's 10:30 and it's still early peak?"

After returning to the second bedroom and changing clothes, Wen Siheng was already waiting at the entrance with the car keys.

Seeing Jane Anran walking out, he immediately raised his head and smiled slightly, "Let's go."

The main urban area of ​​Luojiang City is not too big, starting from Qishangyun, it takes less than 10 minutes to reach the downstairs of Jian Anran's house.

After the car stopped, she reached out to pull the door handle.

The wrist of the left hand was firmly bound, the driver loosened his seat belt, and put a kiss on her lips.

Like a superficial touch, by the time Jian Anran realized it, Wen Siheng was already sitting on the seat, with a beautiful curve on the corners of his lips as if he had succeeded.

His hair shone warm brown in the sun, thick and smooth, matching his harmless face.

The slender index finger reached into the gap between the buttons on the collar of the opponent's shirt, and gently hooked it forward. The delicate red lips brushed the line of his chin faintly, and finally landed on his lips.

Immediately with a "squeak", Jian Anran got out of the car.

After closing the co-driver's door, she bent over and mouthed through the window: "Goodbye, teacher."

As if without nostalgia, what remained in Wen Siheng's eyes was the back of her turning and going upstairs.

Click until the end, if you are about to leave.

For the first time, he was curious whether the other party had experienced so many battles in the field of love before he could develop such profound skills.

Taking out the key from the bag, Jian Anran opened the door and entered the house by herself. Yang Yahui and Jian Shaobo were sitting on the sofa and chasing the family drama that had been rebroadcasted countless times by the TV station.

"Anran is back?" Yang Yahui poked her head outside the door, but there was no one behind her, and Jian Anran closed the door after entering the room.

"Where's Siheng? Didn't come back with you?" Yang Yahui asked.

"It's work, today is Tuesday."

Yang Yahui said "Oh", and took the bag in Jian Anran's hand, "Let's go after lunch, the meal is almost ready."

Jian Anran responded and sat down on the sofa, and took a strawberry washed on the table.

Jian Shaobo looked her up and down, and greeted her, "You're back?"

With some hesitation, "Mmm", Jian Anran was surprised that he would take the initiative to speak for the first time. This was the first time the father and daughter spoke since the last time they quarreled.

Staring at the old-fashioned bloody plot on the TV, they chatted without saying a word.

When they were halfway through the meal, Yang Yahui and Jian Shaobo began to exchange glances.

Sensing that something was wrong, Jian Anran couldn't hold back and said: "You can say whatever you want."

From Yang Yahui's dodging eyes and Jian Shaobo's usual silence, she already guessed that what they wanted to say would probably not be anything good.

"An Ran, it's like this," Yang Yahui hesitated, "We may not have living expenses for you in the future."

"What did you say?"

No matter how much Jian Anran thought about it, she never thought of this possibility.

Only then did she realize that her parents, who had always paid her living expenses in a timely manner, hadn't transferred a penny to her for more than half of this month.

It's just that she has the habit of saving money, and she didn't take it seriously when she saw that there was still a balance in the card.

"Dad also means that?" She looked at Jian Shaobo who had remained silent all along.

As if thinking of something, Jian Anran sneered, "Or, is this what Dad meant?"

(End of this chapter)