Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 51 Is the suitor?
There is a summary meeting to be held today, and Wen Siheng sent a WeChat message in advance saying that he will come back very late.

Jian Anran, who received her salary at the end of the month, took the bus to a nearby supermarket to buy food and went home, planning to make a difference.

As soon as the elevator door opened, a bouquet of white lisianthus flowers was placed on the table directly opposite, with a card inserted in the flowers.

"I will be right here waiting for you." (I will be right here waiting for you)
Thinking about whether the property was delivered to the wrong building, Jian Anran picked up the delivery note left next to her and looked at it——

Room 12, Building 3203, Qishangyun, received by Mr. Wen.

Smell it close, the fragrance is fresh, and the faint floral fragrance can only be smelled if you close your eyes and smell it carefully.

Was it sent by some organization?
Wen Siheng is well-known in the industry, and companies or institutions he has worked with will send flowers and gifts every time of the New Year.

It didn't seem to be a rare thing, without too much hesitation, Jian Anran brought in the bouquet together.

After entering the door, Jian Anran specially opened the calendar app to take a look, and there are no holidays recently.

Suddenly remembered something, the supermarket shopping bag was thrown directly on the ground, and she ran back to the room with small steps.

Opening the drawer of the bedside table, I dug out the little red book from the depths.

Turning to the first page of the marriage certificate, Jane Anran was relieved that his birthday was in December.

December 12st, the last day of the year.

Without worrying any more, Jian Anran went back to the entrance and carried the shopping bag to the kitchen.

Her gaze scanned the house, neat and tidy as always.

I don't know if it's because he has been studying alone overseas for many years. Unlike most men of this age who live alone, Wen Siheng's ability to take care of himself is excellent.

The house has always been kept clean, and his classic skin white shirt and black trousers are always meticulous.

Glancing at the crumpled quilt on her bed, Jian Anran was ashamed of how she looked when she woke up this morning, and what she looks like now.

After the meeting, I finally had time to return the nanny car. Wen Siheng took a taxi and went back downstairs. Looking up, the lights on the top floor were already on.

Lost for a moment, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if his heart suddenly felt full.

That day, the person who was wrapped up tightly and went to get the certificate with him like a thief with a guilty conscience seemed to be right in front of him.

He never thought that this unexpected relationship could last for so long, he seemed to have gotten used to the familiar figure beside him.

Whether sitting on the sofa at work, eating, or driving to work every day, the people around you are like clockwork robots, never tired and chirping.

Sometimes when he gets off work late, as soon as he opens the door, he can see the figure huddled in a ball on the Barcelona chair in the living room, swiping his phone.

I have to secretly rejoice that that chair can be called his most successful shopping this year.

Opening the black door, the throat was irritated, and Wen Siheng was choked and coughed.

The kitchen was full of smoke, and in a moment of impatience, he threw the computer bag in his hand on the ground, and he rushed over.

Jian Anran fanned her nose with one hand, and frantically looked for the switch of the range hood with the other hand.

"Drip—" Wen Siheng stepped forward and turned on the range hood, and the smoke was sucked away immediately, leaving a strong smell of lampblack in the kitchen.

"Why did you come back so early." Glancing at the wall clock on the wall, it was not yet seven o'clock, Jian Anran was a little surprised.

"I'm afraid the house will be burned if I don't come back." Wen Siheng smiled and opened the window for ventilation.

"What?" Jian Anran pouted and pretended to be unhappy, "Afraid I burn your house down?"

"It's also your home." Wen Siheng corrected.

With a lump in her throat, Jian Anran lowered her head and stared blankly at the floor, not knowing what to say.

Ever since her parents cut off her living expenses when she went home that time, Jian Anran always felt that she lost her sense of belonging in Luojiang.

Could this be her home too?
"What are you doing?" The other party asked after glancing at the dark, unidentified object in the pot.

"Originally it was braised pork ribs." Jian Anran turned off the fire in embarrassment, "Now I'm not sure."

Lowering his head and laughing softly, Wen Siheng took over and poured out the burnt ribs in the pot.

"You can't laugh." Jian Anran gave her a serious look.

Immediately put down his expression, Wen Siheng tried his best to maintain a serious face in class, turned around and opened the refrigerator.

Jian Anran walked out of the kitchen to tidy up the things on the island, saw the bag and shoes thrown on the ground in the entrance, and bent down to put them back in place.

The boiled fish fillets are ready in no time, and the red oil soup base is sprinkled with green peppercorns, which makes people appetite greatly.

"what is that?"

Following the direction of Wen Siheng's line of sight is the white platycodon flower at the entrance, Jian Anran shook her head.

"I don't know, I left it at the door when I came back."

Looking from a distance, there were still cards on the flowers, Wen Siheng's expression was gloomy, and he asked, "The suitor?"

Her mouth was full of fish, and when Jian Anran heard his words, she almost choked, and took a sip of water to calm herself down.

"That's your suitor, for you." Jian Anran rolled her eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Siheng got up and walked to the white bouquet, and his name was indeed written on the receipt next to it.

Pick up the card inserted in the flower, and quickly scan the sentence "I will be right here waiting for you" written in cursive.

His eyes darkened slightly, as if he remembered something, and then he stuffed the card back into the flower.

"Who gave it to you?" Jian Anran looked at his back and asked, "There is no name written on it."

"I don't know." He walked back nonchalantly and continued to eat.

The two of them didn't speak any more, the atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment, except for the occasional sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding.

Wen Siheng's mood is extremely stable at ordinary times, and he is not such an uncertain person.

He was always smiling and squinting, confused for a moment, and Jian Anran knew what to say, just thinking about finishing the meal quickly, and staying away from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

When she woke up the next day, the bouquet of flowers was no longer in its original position. Jian Anran looked at the living room, room and study room, and they were all gone.

"Bada—" the black door opened, and Wen Siheng had just returned from running in his sneakers.

"Where are the flowers?" She pointed to the empty table.

"It's dealt with." Wen Siheng took off the earphones and walked to the bathroom.

"Why did you throw it away? Do you know who sent it?" Jian Anran asked.

"I don't know," he remained calm, "There will be bugs when the flowers are kept for a long time."

Jian Anran said "Oh", no wonder, after thinking about it, there are very few green potted plants in this house, presumably because they are not easy to take care of, so they never appeared.

It is quite in line with Wen Siheng's personality to kill all potential troubles at the root.

Without thinking about it, she went back to the bedroom and changed out of her pajamas.

Opening the door of the office, Song Qi and Mi Yingying were already at their desks.

Thinking back to the first week at work, Ning Beibei came back to the dormitory and wondered what the life of a graduate student was like.

After thinking about it for a long time and not knowing how to describe it, Jian Anran only thought of Song Qi and Mi Yingying going out early and returning late to work hard every day.

Ning Beibei couldn't help but sigh with emotion, it must be such a person to be admitted to a graduate student.

Ten minutes after Jian Anran sat down, Wen Siheng arrived at the office on time as usual.

"Sister, are you coming to the dinner party today?" Mi Yingying pointed to the desk calendar on the table, and she drew a big circle with a red pen on Monday.

(End of this chapter)