Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 7 The sultry little wild cat
What is the old place, a western restaurant?Or H Hotel?

Jian Anran held the mobile phone in both hands, stared blankly at the flashing green bar in the input field, let her thoughts circle around Luojiang City, and was finally forced to return to the classroom.

When chatting with strangers, she always has to write words for a long time, and often even send what she wants to say to herself in the file transfer assistant first, and then forward it one by one.

Although they have been in contact with each other at a negative distance, they are not really acquaintances.

[Wait for you at the door of the classroom after class? 】The other party asked.

The moment the news popped up, her heart almost stopped suddenly. What?What is he doing?
How many people are there in the classroom aisle between classes? That is not equivalent to directly sending the ID card to the entertainment tabloid and saying: It is me, it is me, and the protagonist of the story is me!

[Stay away from the school, you decide the location, what time? ] Jian Anran's thumbs flicked across the screen.

[12:30? How about H Hotel? 】

【[ok]】She replied with an emoji.

【Okay, I'll wait for you at the door after school】

【No, I'll go by myself】

As the get out of class was approaching, Jian Anran lay beside Ning Beibei's ear and whispered: "I have something to go back home, you can eat by yourself."

Her home is in Luojiang City, and she goes back from time to time. Ning Beibei has long since realized the strangeness, nodded and started packing her schoolbag.

On the way out of the teaching building, the more Jian Anran thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. After hesitating for a long time, she turned her head and went back to the dormitory to change a set of clothes.

This morning before class, I met Wen Siheng who was going to work in the elevator, wearing a white shirt and black trousers as usual, and carrying a briefcase.

We met several times, it seems that no matter what the occasion, he always wears this serious outfit.

Thinking about my own white t-shirt jeans, it is somewhat inappropriate to go to a place like H Hotel during dinner time.

As soon as she left the school gate, Jian Anran immediately reached out to hail a taxi. She didn't finish class until almost twelve o'clock. Given the distance from the school to the city center, it should be more than enough to go to the 12:30 appointment.

But it took a little time to go back to the dormitory to change clothes, and she didn't even hold back from running all the way from the dormitory to the school gate.

It's not that I want to meet the familiar stranger on the other side of the screen, it's just that if I'm late to talk about such a matter of life and death, I feel like I've lost my momentum.

The taxi drove straight to the entrance of the hotel lobby just like that day, and the waiter immediately came to open the car door for her. Jian Anran secretly felt that it was indeed a five-star hotel.

She tried her best to maintain a positive look, wrapping herself in a well-informed and familiar persona.

There was no one in the hotel lobby at noon on weekdays, and Wen Siheng, who was sitting on the corner sofa waiting, saw the figure at the door.

He put down the coffee in his hand, got up naturally and walked to her side, like an old friend who has known him for a long time.

"Hello, Mr. Wen." She smiled, reminding the other party of the huge disparity in their identities, and pulling the two of them apart.

"Student Jian doesn't seem to be wearing this kind of clothes in the morning."

Wen Siheng didn't seem to care about her small thoughts hidden in her speech, and glanced at her skirt, a white eight-quarter chiffon skirt, and a small black suit jacket.

She froze for a moment but didn't respond.

In the elevator in the morning, his and her eyes didn't meet at all, and she thought that Wen Siheng would not notice such small details.

"It's beautiful." The other party added in a nonchalant manner.

Jian Anran deliberately slowed down and followed Wen Siheng, and got on the elevator one by one.

Although at this point in time, there should be no students from the University of Los Angeles entering and leaving the H Hotel, but the bloody precedent was there before, and it still occupies a place in the hot search list today.

In broad daylight, it was found that the students and the professor went in and out of the hotel together, which confirmed the unclear relationship between them.

Having suffered the loss of the mirrored elevator door last time, this time Jian Anran dared not peek at the other party through the mirrored door, she lowered her head and stared at the toe of her shoe.

"Good noon, may I have dinner with you two?" the staff asked as soon as the elevator door opened.

"I made an appointment yesterday, surnamed Wen."

"Mr. Wen, you two, please follow me here."

The restaurants of five-star hotels seem to be unaffected by working days. The seats in the lobby are already filled with well-dressed people, and the sound of knives and forks colliding can be heard from time to time in the low-frequency conversation like white noise.

Sitting at a location with an excellent view by the window, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the famous river view of Luojiang City, with criss-crossing viaducts and cars passing by.

Jian Anran immediately realized that she was a little lamb who had strayed into the tiger's den. Although she had almost never been to such a place, this place could not be reserved within just one or two hours.

Countless conjectures flashed through my mind, and I always came back to the same idea in the end—the other party had seen the message a long time ago and just didn't want to reply.

Thinking back to the sleepless night with her mobile phone in her arms, Jian Anran felt a little bitter. Sure enough, under the absolute authority, even the hottest scandals can be laughed off.

"Whatever you like to eat, order whatever you want." The other party maintained a meticulous manner at all times.

There are dishes in Chinese, English and French on the menu, but there are no prices or any pictures.

"I want a creamy pasta, thank you." Jane Anran tried hard to pick out the most basic and possibly the cheapest staple food from a row of unfamiliar names.

"Don't you want something else?" Wen Siheng asked, "What about drinking?"

Jane Anran shook her head, and shook the water that the waiter had just poured towards the person in front of her.

"I made an appointment here with a friend in advance, and I just saw your message this morning, sorry." The other party explained.

She once felt that the other party was like a wizard with powerful magic power, who could see through her thoughts at a glance without even using a crystal ball.

After a soft "um", the person opposite couldn't help asking.

"Are you a poor drinker?"

"Huh?" She was at a loss for this sudden question.

"You, who haven't been drinking, seem to be a different person."

At the beginning of the day when the lights came on, the flood of the eclectic scene of rubbing ears and temples rushed through the dusty gate of memories, and Jian Anran's face turned red all the way to the roots of her ears.

She has a very slow personality and stays away from strangers.

The alcohol that night revealed the true appearance covered in layers of good-looking skin, and even Jian Anran herself was shocked.

She even felt that the person that day was not herself.

Rather, it was a seductive little wild cat.

"Isn't it just to talk about business?" She tried to bring the topic of derailment back to the railway before the flood washed away her sanity downstream.

"Well, you haven't answered me yet, what do you think?" Wen Siheng threw the time bomb back into his hand again.

Jian Anran grabbed the water glass at hand, pretended to be calm and took a sip of water to moisten her throat.

"If it's a big deal, just drop out of school. It's okay to stay for another year." Her upper and lower lips parted, and her voice became weaker and weaker.

"Do you think another year will fix this?"

Straight to the point, Jian Anran was like a stick in her throat, and the other party was as rational as a third party watching the matter, with a steady tone without any emotional ups and downs.

She tried her best to keep her line of sight within the range between his brows, so as to maintain the illusion that she was looking at him. Her brain had stopped working, and her heart was in a mess. She searched hard but couldn't find an untied line.

"Eh? Why is Teacher Wen here too?" A sweet voice came from behind, and in Jian Anran's auditory system, it sounded like the death knell of a church, implying that her death was approaching.

It was finally witnessed by others, and the peachy news was a certainty.

(End of this chapter)