Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 37 He Didn't Come
The lie was exposed the moment it landed, Jian Anran couldn't help biting her lower lip, her shoulders shrank subconsciously.

Without looking back, Wen Siheng walked towards the dark restaurant.

After staying in the same place for a long time, the other party didn't talk to her again, Jian Anran's heart beat wildly, and she rubbed the corners of her clothes with both hands uneasily.

Back to the second bedroom with her head drooping, she found her pajamas on the bed and took a long hot bath.

The bedroom was filled with mist, and she reached out to wipe the mirror, revealing her flushed face.

The collarbone was still the lingering imprint of last night. She specially wore a dress with a high collar today to dare to go out.

The water mist covered it again, and she gradually couldn't see herself clearly in the mirror.

Wen Siheng had known for a long time that she was hiding something from him, but she didn't want to say it, and he didn't ask any more.

What flashed through Jian Anran's mind countless times today was, what would happen if she told him?
In fact, they had known each other for less than a month. Seriously speaking, Jian Anran felt that she knew nothing about Wen Siheng.

What if he found out?Will he generously propose that he will be responsible for her living expenses in the future?
——This is the last thing Jane Anran wants to happen.

Or would he respect her idea and let her do a part-time job to take care of the expenses.

The first time I met Wen Siheng's parents that day, the other party was gentle and gentle, showing elegance in every gesture, and there was a feeling of poetry and bookishness in his belly.

Then compare with the parents who are eating at the same table, yelling at every turn, even a trivial matter can make them angry.

For the first time, Jian Anran deeply understands what it means to be superior and inferior.

Originally unequal family conditions, accidental accidents made them closely linked.

While enjoying the moment, Jian Anran suddenly realized that she seemed to be preparing to separate at any moment.

She didn't want him to know her miserable life, this was Jian Anran's last self-esteem.

"Dong dong dong—" There was a knock on the door of the second bedroom.

She came out wrapped in a bath towel and opened the door. Wen Siheng looked down at her flushed little face, was silent for a while, and finally sighed slightly.

"Come out."

Jian Anran had never seen such a serious Wen Siheng in class, so she gave an "oh" without confidence.

"I'll change my clothes."

The other party nodded, turned and closed the door.

After changing into her pajamas, she came out with her slippers on. The bar lights in the dining room were on, and she could vaguely hear the sound of pots and bowls clashing from the kitchen.

Taking a closer look, there is a cup of hot soup on the bar.

"My mother sent it today. It's just warmed up, so be careful."

In the kitchen, Wen Siheng squatted on the ground, taking out the dishes from the dishwasher one by one and putting them away.

"That's it?" Jian Anran blurted out, only to realize that something was wrong with her tone, so she quickly changed her words.

"I mean thank you for your kindness, auntie, that's why you called me out."

After putting away the last spoon, Wen Siheng stood up, dragged his gray slippers and walked to the bar.

"What do you think I should say?"

Under the light of the overhead light, the other party's face became extremely stern, with a strange seriousness in his eyebrows and eyes.

She picked up the spoon, buried her head in the soup, and used the top of her head to block the hot eyes of the other party.

"Go and rest first, I'll do the dishes myself later."

He let out a "hmm" and walked straight back to the master bedroom without another word.

The moment the white bedroom door closed, Jian Anran couldn't tell if she was finally relieved, or a little more nervous.

Falling asleep in anxiety, she was half asleep and half awake at night, and slept very restlessly all night.

Even though it was ten o'clock in the morning, she woke up at 07:30.

When she came out of the second bedroom, she held the slippers in her hand and tiptoed to the master bedroom.

The door of the room was open, and when I looked up, there was no one inside.

"Crack," she threw the slippers on the ground and put them on again.

There was no one in the living room, in the dining room, or even in the laundry room.

In the dressing room at the entrance, the pair of black leather shoes he used to wear were gone.

Jian Anran attended class all morning absent-mindedly, and didn't even know that she was called in class.

It was still Ning Beibei who poked her waist with his elbow, "What's wrong with you? Are you downcast? Could it be that you are too tired from work?"

"It's okay." She rested her head on the table with her hands, "I couldn't sleep last night."

"What, dry firewood...?" Ning Beibei had a smirk on her face.

"What!" Jian Anran gave her a blank look, "Simple insomnia."

"That's right, that's a pity." Ning Beibei said disappointedly.

When the last class was over, she took the subway and arrived at the coffee shop just in time.

"It came on time." Su Yiqi raised his watch and looked at the time.

There was only Su Yiqi in the store, and the bar was empty.

It seemed that Xiangyi had never been seen in the store since she found out that she came here to work part-time.

Occasionally, when they met in the office, Xiangyi always avoided her eyes, and greeted her unnaturally because she couldn't avoid it.

Even Mi Yingying began to reasonably doubt whether Xiangyi had any personal negative thoughts about Jian Anran.

Jian Anran had to carefully reflect on whether she had accidentally annoyed Xiangyi.

The only time the two of them met was in the same office, but Xiangyi had both passed the graduate school entrance examination, and her uncle was also the vice president, a condition that Jian Anran couldn't keep up with even if she flattered her.

After thinking about it, she didn't even think about it. What can a little undergraduate student do to her?
After running around for a day, I stood in the coffee shop for another four hours.

When she got home, looking in the mirror, Jian Anran realized that her legs were swollen and her knees could hardly be bent.

After taking a bath, she immediately threw herself into the embrace of the quilt and pillow. On a day of exhaustion, her consciousness began to blur as soon as she lay down, and she seemed to hear a knock on the door when she was half asleep and half awake.

"Come in." She called softly towards the door.

Opening a small crack in the door, Wen Siheng poked his head in, and the room was pitch black.

"What's the matter?" Jian Anran felt that she would close her eyes again in the next second.

"I have something to tell you."

The other party's hoarse voice sounded like ASMR to Jian Anran.

Before her consciousness completely blurred, she whispered, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

In the darkness, only the sound of Jian Anran turning over and rubbing against the quilt was heard, and then fell silent again.

"Good night." Wen Siheng said softly, closed the door and left.

When he woke up the next day, Wen Siheng was still not at home, the huge house was empty, there was a sandwich, a cup of hot cocoa and a note on the dining table.

[Remember to drink after heating]

Ke Ke didn't know when it was soaked. She stretched out the back of her hand and gently leaned against the cup, and it was completely cold.

The other seniors and sisters in the office have all arrived, and the glass door of the small office in the deepest part is closed tightly, so it is impossible to tell if there is anyone inside.

After looking at the project documents all morning at the workstation, and seeing that there was nothing to do in the afternoon, Jian Anran copied the data from the hard disk to the computer, and started to do her own class assignments.

"Mr. Wen doesn't need to come out for lunch?"

When passing by Mi Yingying's seat on the way to pour water, Jian Anran pretended to ask unintentionally.

"Teacher Wen?" Mi Yingying seemed surprised why Jian Anran would ask such a question.

"He didn't come today at all."

(End of this chapter)