Panguan

It would be like raining red from the sky if he could take the initiative to visit her.

Zhang Lan didn't want to get wet in the red rain today.

Because although Xie Wen is a dabbler and rarely enters the cage and cannot escape it, he knows the current rules very clearly. At least he understands the rotation she is going to talk about today.

With this ancestor here, Zhang Lan is still fooling around.

She felt that she had picked the wrong time. Even if it was a few hours later, it would be better to come back after Xie Wen left than to come in now.

You've done a good job!

Zhang Lan turned around and glared at Xiao Hei, planning to find an excuse to leave.

Who would have thought that Xiao Hei, the melon skin, would get the wrong idea, thinking that she was lazy again and asked him to do the work for her. So he said to Xie Wen sternly: Is it convenient to come in and talk?

Zhang Lan: ...

It's not really convenient for me.

Xie Wen didn't see the stiffness in her smile, or maybe he did and pretended not to see it. He glanced at the two of them and said sideways: Come in.

Zhang Lanxin said that she really knew how to make the decision, just like your family.

Xiao Hei, the traitor, closed the door behind him. Zhang Lan looked around the room and made silent calculations in his mind. We're all here, so let's just chat for a while.

After sending off Xie Wen, the visitor of the God of Plague, it would not be too late for her to get back to the topic. Anyway, she had nothing important to do today, and she had plenty of time. Let's see who can outlast whom.

This is my first time here. Zhang Lan said.

This is my second time. Xie Wen answered casually and walked into the house.

It seems that I am the same person, no one is as familiar as the other.

Zhang Lan felt relieved.

She subconsciously followed Xie Wen, but what she was thinking about was how strange it was for the two Shen brothers to leave Xie Wen as a guest wandering around the house, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Did you go to the bathroom?

Or upstairs?

Generally speaking, the process of things will not be interrupted like this. It seems that the conversation is over? Aren't you leaving soon?

Zhang Lan felt more at ease and said with a smile: You came to see these two brothers for something? You came really early.

I have nothing to do. Xie Wen stood at the door of a room on the first floor, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and said to the people in the room: You have already entered the door, are you still going to hang around?

After calling the people, he turned to Zhang Lan and said, I'm not looking for them, I live here.

Zhang Lan: ?

What are you doing? ? ?

The next second, the door to the closed room was opened. Shen Qiao's handsome apprentice appeared behind the door.

His sleepiness has not subsided, his thin eyelids are half-draped, and he looks a little cold and inhumane when looking at people.

He frowned and said, Who is looking for someone so early in the morning?

Xie Wen turned sideways, revealing Zhang Lan who was half blocked.

Although the other party pursed his lips and swallowed all the words out of education. But Zhang Lan still saw the remaining traces of those words on his face: Why is it you again?

Zhang Lanxin asked me why I came here...

When I heard this, I really didn’t know what this young lady was up to.

He turned off the air conditioner in the room and threw the remote control back on the bed. He said Wait a minute in a low mood, turned around and went into the bathroom, grabbed a toothbrush and a water glass, and drank the water in a muffled voice.

Getting out of bed and washing up is actually a very personal matter. Aunt Zhang was very sensible and turned away. She took bodyguard Xiao Hei to the living room sofa to sit down and wait for others.

When I heard this, I hunched my shoulders and held the edge of the sink with one hand. As he watched the water in the water glass slowly fill up, his peripheral vision fell outside the door - Xie Wen was still standing there, not knowing why he didn't follow him away.

He could feel the other person looking at him, which made him a little uncomfortable.

Because half a minute ago, he closed the door in front of Xie Wen, and his first reaction was to change out of his sleep-wrinkled T-shirt and trousers.

At that time, the dazzling light shone in from the window. He half-squinted his eyes, walked away from the closet with bare feet, and subconsciously raked back his hair twice.

When he grabbed the air with his right hand, it touched the end of the short hair on the back of his head. Only then did he suddenly realize that the last moment he was raking and combing the hair was not to get in the way of the hair on his forehead, but to tie it up.

It was as if time had gone back to an unknown year. Every time he got up from bed, he had to endure the rush of breath and tidy up before going to see anyone, so as not to be teased again.

This must have been the confusion caused by that convoluted and vague dream. Wenshi was in a daze for several seconds. He frowned and stood in the bright sunshine. It wasn't until the door was knocked again that he suddenly came back to his senses. Open the door.

And the hair he grabbed was scattered in front of his eyebrows, making it even more messy than before.

When Wen Shi placed the water glass on the marble countertop and reached for the toothpaste, he raised his eyes and glanced at the mirror, and happened to meet Xie Wen's eyes through the mirror.

But the next second, Xie Wen had already retracted his gaze and turned to the living room.

It seemed that the gaze just now was just that he was suddenly distracted and thinking about something unrelated.

When Wen Shi came out of the shower, Lao Mao and Xiao Zhao were already downstairs.

Xia Qiao blushed and rummaged through the kitchen cabinets. Dazhao was very skilled. He took the tea can that Xia Qiao found and poured Zhang Lan a cup of tea as if he were greeting customers in a shop...

Then they sat in a row on the sofa next to Zhang Lan, occupying all the seats specially reserved for Wen Shi.

Aunt Zhang's face was all blue.

When I smelled it, there was still some residual irritation, but it wasn't too refreshing. But when he saw the crowded scene, he paused with his fingers touching his Adam's apple, and suddenly

Ran wanted to laugh a little.