Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

He felt very annoyed by his reaction, and the depression between his brows and eyes deepened.

"Do you have to do this?"

Yan Ran asked him that.

Li Mu's face was sullen and he didn't say a word.

Yan Ran already knew the answer from his silence, he stifled the cigarette in his hand, and when he spoke again, he regained his composure.

"Then you go."

Li Mu's back was tall, strong and stiff.

In the end, he still didn't turn his head and left.

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Song Wenjing lost her job at the bar.

That drugging, Song Wenjing knew who did it, it was nothing more than jealousy, the few times Yan Ran came to the bar, he ordered tens of thousands of expensive wines, and he also drew a lot of commissions from it, naturally some People can't see it, and they are jealous, so they came up with this dirty method.

After Song Wenjing thought about it clearly, the first thing he did was drag him into the alley and beat him severely.

And he also lost his job because of absenteeism for no reason.

In fact, for Song Wenjing, the bar job is the most profitable and relatively easy. After losing this job, he also cut off a source of income.

I could only do groceries and go back to the dormitory until very late.

Yan Ran was still awake, sitting on the bed playing games. When he heard the noise, he didn't even raise his head and said, "You're back?"

Song Wenjing closed the door and hummed.

Yan Ran was wearing white short-sleeved shorts. This clean color made her look so white that she almost glowed. The two legs exposed in the shorts were also very white, so white that even the toes were white.

She must have just taken a shower, and there was a smell of shower gel in the room, as well as the smell of her body.

It diluted the desertedness of this dormitory, and there was an indescribable feeling.

After Song Wenjing took a shower, he took a shower very quickly, and it was resolved in a few minutes.

While wiping his hair, he used his peripheral vision to look at the person sitting on the bed.

His hair was short, and he dried it after a while, and started to study by lighting the lamp while sitting in a chair.

Yan Ran suddenly felt thirsty in the middle of playing a game, so he hung up and got out of bed to drink some water.

He opened the bottle of mineral water and took a sip of water.

Half of Song Wenjing's mind was on homework, but the other half was on another person in the room.

Transparent drops of water slid down the boy's snow-white and slender neck, and escaped into the loose collar of the pajamas as he swallowed, looking very astringent.

Song Wenjing glanced at it inadvertently, and his eyes flickered for a moment.

As if feeling something, the young man licked water drops from his collar on his knuckles, and turned his eyes slightly.

The tails of the eyes are slightly raised, indescribably lazy, but also mixed with a hint of playfulness.

Suddenly meeting her gaze, Song Wenjing realized in embarrassment that he was fascinated by the look, instantly embarrassed, and hurriedly left his sight.

Of course, Song Wenjing also felt that Yan Ran's gaze was always on him. On the surface, he looked calm and steady, but in fact, the palms holding the pen were already sweating.

"Song Wenjing, you work so late every day. Are you working part-time outside?"

When Yan Ran suddenly asked, Song Wenjing's writing hand paused, and he looked at it as if nothing had happened, "Yes."

Yan Ran said naturally, "Bring me one tomorrow."

As soon as these words came out, Song Wenjing made no secret of her surprise, and almost wondered if her ears had auditory hallucinations.

Yan Ran also seemed to feel a little embarrassed. Before, he was a poor student who took one bite at a time. Now that he said such a thing, it was a bit of a slap in the face.

But there is no other way, Ren Ci is determined to teach her a lesson, Yan Ran has a small amount of money under his hand, but she can't stand it and spends money lavishly, and soon there is not much left.

You can't just borrow money everywhere.Although it must be possible to borrow it, it is really embarrassing for Yan Ran, and it is better to earn it with his own hands.

Song Wenjing felt as if he had been bewitched, or had taken the wrong medicine, otherwise, why would he keep asking such nosy questions: "Why?"

In fact, he shouldn't have asked this question, because what people like Yan Ran need most is money. What Yan Ran said might be a joke or a whim, but it wasn't enough for him to ask anyway.

Yan Ran leaned against the desk and stared at him leisurely.

Is it a straight gaze, without malice, or that kind of casual feeling.

Looking at each other for a few seconds, Song Wenjing noticed that her heartbeat accelerated slightly.

... Sure enough, I can't stand it.

Those amber eyes are like glass, like a seductive fairy.

She really is perfect from top to bottom.

When she lowered her eyes, she looked a little lonely.

"Why else? Of course it's a lack of money, or am I out of my mind?"

How could Yan Ran be short of money?

But Yan Ran didn't look like he was lying.

It's not a good way to make money with Yan Ran, it's like carrying a bottle of oil, it has no benefit other than trouble.

He should have refused.

But Song Wenjing suddenly found that he couldn't refuse any request from Yan Ran. This realization made him feel a little scared, but he was still calm and easy-going, still looking calm, "Okay."

The moment he finished speaking, a system prompt sounded in Yan Ran's ears: [Ding!The villain's blackness has reached 35%!]

Yan Ran laughed. Under the red and white light, her eyebrows were curved, her pale lips were rippled like spring water, and the red mole on the tip of her nose was like a cinnabar mole.

She smiled carelessly, while Song Wenjing's mind went blank.

"Then it's settled."

Song Wenjing's earlobes turned red, gradually spreading down to her neck, and she let out a dull hum again.

Yan Ran laughed at him: "Are you a fool? Or are you stupid because of reading? Yeah, yeah, like a boring gourd."

Song Wenjing was originally a quiet person, and there were not many people around him who could talk, sometimes he could stay silent for a day when he became silent, withdrawn and weird, just like him.

But after Yan Ran said that, he was not very happy, and retorted: "I am not."

Even the rebuttal is so serious.

Yan Ran is evil-minded. The more serious Song Wenjing is, the more she wants to tease people.

"Student Song, I will hang out with you from now on, you can cover me well."

The young man lowered his eyes and smiled, the tails of his eyes were red. Looking at him like that, it gave people the illusion of being affectionate and loved.

Song Wenjing experienced the feeling of being relied on for the first time, maybe it was an illusion, but his heart still beat fast.

When his heartbeat seemed to reach the highest threshold, he could even feel the blood rushing through his body.

"it is good."

Song Wenjing's voice was a little subconsciously astringent, met Yan Ran's eyes, very serious and persistent, obviously remembered in his heart.

Seeing the boy's stupid look, Yan Ran laughed so hard that his stomach hurt and the ends of his eyes were red.

"You are so funny."

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