Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 80 Let's Divorce

"Go back and talk." With doubts in her heart, Jian Anran walked towards the door without looking back.

In the city center in the early morning, the streets are empty.

The orange-yellow lights on the side of the road gather under the fog, impenetrable and hazy, exuding the Tyndall effect. It is not as busy as the daytime traffic, and the entire city center looks unusually quiet.

The white sports car was parked at the entrance of the gallery, Wen Siheng walked to the front of the car and opened the passenger door, and Jian Anran sat in.

"Why didn't you buy yourself a drink?" Looking at the empty center console, Jian Anran asked.

As she spoke, she handed out the milk tea in her hand, "Try it?"

The person on the opposite side hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to take a sip of the milk tea in Jian Anran's hand.

"How?" Looking at his complicated expression, Jane Anran asked.

"not bad."

"fraud."

"..." Wen Siheng's lips parted slightly, but no sound came out for a long time.

"I heard Xu Nianhe say the other day that you don't like desserts the most."

"What kind of cakes, biscuits, milk tea, you don't like any of them." Jian Anran said with a blank expression while looking ahead.

"But you always have biscuits and snacks at home, and you often bring me milk tea drinks, which are obviously things you don't like."

"I can understand that you think I like it, so you often buy it back, right?" Jane Anran asked.

The other party "hmm" for a while, and wanted to speak several times, but he still didn't say anything.

"You are obviously such a delicate person, what happened in the office in the past half a month, you are also very clear, right?"

"Ah."

Having reached the limit of her patience, Jian Anran even felt that she was a little aggressive.

Jane Anran, who was eager to get an answer, gradually slowed down her tone, and she tried hard to get the other party to confirm the answer in person.

"Thank you." He said after a long time.

"What else?" Jian Anran asked incredulously.

"Could it be that it's because the Vice President is the one who brought you back to teach, so you pamper her niece like this?"

"Then why are you recruiting so many students in a grand manner? Why not change the name to Xiangyi Studio."

Not knowing whether it was because her emotions had reached a certain limit, or the air was a bit stuffy after staying in the car for a long time, Jian Anran rolled down the window, put her nose in front of the window, and took a deep breath.

The morning air was a little chilly.

"Ding-dong-"

The phone screen lit up again, and Jian Anran looked down, it was the small group in their studio.

[Xiangyi: Oh, I fell asleep just now, where are you all after finishing the arrangements? 】

Obviously, someone in the large group has already posted photos of the exhibition.

"I'm really...a bit upset recently." Jian Anran said.

"Yes, I still have many shortcomings." Wen Siheng also rolled down the window of the driver's car.

"Where do we start?" He put his hand on the door.

"Actually, when Xiangyi first joined the group, it wasn't because of the relationship with the Vice President."

"Her grades were excellent, and her performance in the interview was excellent."

"I don't want to bring too many personal feelings into my work. Xiangyi's appearance in my team is all because of her personal ability."

"You are the personal feelings."

"Huh?" Jane Anran came back to her senses, "What kind of personal relationship?"

As if she remembered something, she tried to clear her mind and said, "I signed up for the office assistant last semester!"

"Of course I know," he turned his head, with a sly gleam in his eyes, "You were originally in Professor Zhang's group."

Jian Anran asked cautiously: "Then I... No, it's because you went to find a counselor?"

She asked again: "How did you tell him?!"

A master's supervisor who just returned to China personally came to the counselor to ask a young undergraduate student to be an office assistant. No matter what, it was difficult to find a reasonable explanation, and Jian Anran frowned.

"Say you're my wife."

With a sideways glance, Jian Anran's face turned red all of a sudden.

The person on the opposite side suppressed a smile and lowered his head, "Of course you did very well in my class. I want you to come to my office."

"That's it?" She confirmed cautiously.

"That's it." In Wen Siheng's answer, she gradually understood the ins and outs of the matter.

Jian Anran's heart gradually calmed down, and even for a moment she forgot what she was angry with in the first place.

"Wait!" She recovered in time, "It's obviously not what I was talking about just now."

"I probably know what happened recently, although I know that you have worked hard and felt wronged."

"But how do I step in and fix it, I don't have a clue."

His voice became hoarse, "I'm sorry, I failed to take care of you."

"Xiangyi knows that our relationship is unusual. If I protect you, it's hard for me to imagine what she will do."

All along, Jane Anran was very reluctant to let anyone else know about their unusual relationship.

But whether she wants it or not is the same thing. Over time, Jian Anran gradually realizes that the other party doesn't want people to know this.

His cautiousness seemed to have touched the little sensitivity in Jian Anran's heart, and she began to have crazy thoughts, imagining whether she was too self-indulgent.

"You think I'm ashamed?" Jian Anran asked with some confidence.

The other party stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the hair off her face, all the way down the back of her head, and finally stopped at her neck.

"It's impossible."

"But what you need to know is that once our relationship is made public, you will be the only one who will be hurt in the end."

Seeing his fiery eyes, Jian Anran brought back waves of initial memories.

Once immersed in this extraordinary love affair, Jian Anran kept thinking, how about sharing this joy.

They hide when they eat, hide when they go to school together, and even dare not write their real address when they fill in their home address.

Jian Anran even once felt that she was like a mistress who couldn't see the light.

A university is like a small society, and there is no absolute fairness in this society.

If other people knew the news, another, even ten, hundreds of people like Xiangyi would inevitably pop up.

They will only trip her up in the open and in the dark, after all, the other party is a professor and a mentor.

Such things are just a small talk about him, and when bigger things surface, people will soon forget these small things.

But for herself, it was fatal.

No matter what the reason for being with the mentor in the first place is, others will only say that she will do anything to get ahead.That's the reality, no one will care about her situation or give her a fair assessment.

"Then, let's get a divorce." Jian Anran's tone was very steady.

(End of this chapter)