Wen Ran fiddled with the mobile phone Jiang Jichuan gave her and clicked on the search page, wanting to check the Zhou family in Nanzhou.
But I couldn't find anything useful at all.
Wen Ran threw the phone on the bed and lay back weakly.
She was in a mess and originally wanted to talk to her grandpa.
But grandpa is sleeping at the moment, and Assistant Qian’s mouth has been opened and he is being treated.
Brother Jichuan and Jiliu, something seems to have happened suddenly in the company...
She didn't even know anyone in the Zhou family, so she couldn't find anyone to inquire about.
Ming Ming lay firmly on the bed.
But it feels like duckweed on the water.
She hadn't even asked who Romanov was!
Although she had some guesses in her mind, she felt it was too ridiculous.
Just as he was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door.
"Miss Mianmian, you didn't eat anything for lunch. I'm worried before going to bed, so I asked you to give you something to eat."
"Come in!" Wen Ran said and stood up from the bed.
The door was pushed open and the servant came in pushing the dining cart.
Wen Ran glanced at it, why is this dining car so big?
"Just put it here, thank you!"
"Okay, if you need anything, just call the intercom. I'll go down first."
"If grandpa wakes up, please tell me."
After the servant went out, Wen Ran locked the door.
She had no appetite at all, pinched her sore eyebrows, and walked slowly to the window.
This side faces the back garden, with pavilions and waterside pavilions, low-key, luxurious and poetic.
Looking into the distance, that boring mood instantly dissipated a lot.
The meal must be eaten one bite at a time, and the work must be done one by one.
When she was anxious, she was only internally consumed.
Let's bury her father first. If she really can't handle the Zhou family's affairs, then she should run away as soon as possible!
The moment I thought about it, I felt hungry.
Just as Wen Ran was about to turn around, he heard the sound of cloth quickly lifting up and cutting through the air.
Her back stiffened, and her hands subconsciously grasped the standing lamppost next to her.
Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a casual and playful call: "Baby, I'm coming, the day is getting longer."
A chill rose from the soles of her feet, and Wen Ran tightened the lamppost she held in her hands.
She closed her eyes to steady her mind.
At least he didn't come up and yell at her to kill her.
"What? You still want to play a golden cudgel on me?"
He still had that lazy tone, and it was impossible to tell whether he was in a good or bad mood.
Wen Ran let go of his hand and turned around.
The man opposite was leaning against the wall, still wearing the flamboyant orange silk shirt on his upper body, and the golden python tattoo on his forearm was arrogant and domineering.
Seeing her turn around, her slender fingers tapped her forearm twice.
Zhou Qixiao originally had a scornful smile in his eyes, but when his eyes fell on the finger marks on Wen Ran's small chin, he suppressed his smile.
Does he have that much energy?
Is it made from real tofu?
This moment of confusion reduced his arrogance by half.
When Wen Ran turned around, she decided to strike first and asked directly: "Who are you?"
After hearing this question, Zhou Qixiao came back to his senses.
He stared into those eyes, which should have disgusted him.
But the little girl was wearing a white cotton skirt with a white silk flower on her head. She looked trembling, elegant and fragile.
The ends of her eyes were red from crying, and she looked over with autumn water, arousing affection for no reason.
The harsh words rolled around on the tip of his tongue and turned into a joke, "That old guy didn't even tell you this, so you dared to kick me and come to him?"
Men don't follow her thoughts at all.
Wen Ran thought for a while, if he was too hard, he could only be soft, and his voice was lowered, "I don't know what you misunderstood, but I left, I...I wrote you a letter!"
It would be better not to mention the letter, but to mention it.
The nameless fire spread upwards layer by layer.
Zhou Qixiao half-opened his mouth, touched his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, pushed his body forward, and walked towards Wen Ran.
Wen Ran instantly felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
She wanted to run away, but behind her was a window, three stories up.
Just as she was hesitating, the man's rough hands pressed against the side of her face.
Wen Ran subconsciously wanted to move to the other side, but the big hand with the snake head tattooed on her waist pinched her waist without any scruples.
"Well, it's a good letter indeed."
Rubbing her slender waist with his thumb, Zhou Qixiao lowered his eyebrows and stared into Wen Ran's eyes.
You still dare to stare at him now, how brave you are!
"Write that I kiss you without your permission, that I am a stinking hooligan, that I scare you at every turn, that I have a bad temper and that you should go to the hospital to see if you have mania, that I want to dig out your father, that I am disrespectful to the dead, that I am arrogant and domineering, that I... …”
Wen Ran's eyes opened little by little, and she raised her hand to cover his mouth based on instinct.
He couldn't be allowed to talk any more.
"No……"
The man opened his mouth and bit her ambiguously.
Wen Ran's hand shook, and Zhou Qixiao sneered: "Why don't you let me say it? Are you saying that I don't know how to control myself? Haha, I really don't know that serving you makes you feel comfortable. In the end, it's still mine..."
Wen Ran couldn't care less this time and covered his mouth tightly.
But the man seemed to have lost his patience.
His big hands easily clasped her wrists above her head, and her hot body pressed against hers.
Wen Ran struggled hard, but found that he couldn't get any further, so he looked up at him.
My head was in a mess.
Why was he reading this letter? !
Wasn't it torn to pieces by her?
Zhou Qixiao stared at Wen Ran and saw a layer of mist in the little girl's eyes. Her mouth was half open and she couldn't hum a word for a long time.
He lowered his head to her ear and kindly reminded her, "How about I make up a reason for you? Sleepwalking in the middle of the night, your little paw wrote it by yourself? So I won't trouble you, so I'll just give you this ungrateful little paw. Just chop it off.”
The delicate body in his arms trembled slightly, and Zhou Qixiao was about to raise his head.
His eyes ran across her delicate white face and bright red lips.
Thinking that this little mouth might say something he didn't want to hear.
As soon as he turned his face, he bit the small seductive lips unscrupulously.
Sweet and hot memories rush into my mind.
Zhou Qixiao's hand tightened around her waist.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Mianmian, I heard that you fainted?"
