Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Recalling that when he just started school, after playing the Campus Cup, he gained a large number of little fans from inside and outside the department, and even Ning Beibei specially took Jian Anran to watch him play together.

"What's the matter?" Ning Beibei said with her throat closed and her eyes blinking.

"Do you know that classmate just now?"

"Which one?"

"Jane Anran?" Ning Beibei asked without reacting for a moment.

"Can I trouble you to push her WeChat to me?" the handsome guy said as he was about to take out his phone.

Looking at the expectant eyes of the other party, Ning Beibei still reluctantly shook her head, and said earnestly: "It's not very convenient."

"Have a boyfriend?" The other party immediately frowned, a little curious.

Shaking her head again, Ning Beibei denied the statement: "That's not true."

A legal husband is indeed not exactly a boyfriend.

Ning Beibei was also confused at this time, what is the relationship between Jian Anran and Professor Wen.

At the beginning, she said that she would go for a divorce after the limelight was over, but when she saw them fighting each other, Ning Beibei thought for a while that they just decided on each other.

But judging from the current situation, Jian Anran almost never mentioned Wen Siheng again.

He used to show up in the office on time every day, but he can't be found anymore except during class time.

I really wanted to find a chance to talk to Jian Anran about this matter, but Ning Beibei didn't know how to say it.

Wen Siheng is excellent, but Ning Beibei still feels very sorry.

From the perspective of a good friend, she still hopes that Jian Anran can happily talk about a carefree love like other college students.

At least it is a love that can see the light.

Withdrawing his head, the handsome guy didn't know what he was whispering to the classmates next to him, but from the glances he glanced at from time to time, Ning Beibei knew that they probably weren't saying anything good.

……

"Hello, we are the public relations department of miumiu. A flash mob event will be held in Luojiang City at the end of this month. I would like to ask Mr. Wen if there is a spare time here, so I can take part in it?"

An unfamiliar number called Wen Siheng's mobile phone suddenly. At first, he thought it was a scam call, but Wen Siheng didn't plan to answer it from the beginning.

Ludao's project was coming to an end, and Wen Siheng was too busy to care about other things at such a critical juncture.

When he put down the phone, he accidentally pressed the answer button. Out of curiosity, he finally picked up the phone and leaned it to his ear.

In order to test Luojiang City's enthusiasm for luxury goods, miumiu made a special effort to stage a huge flash mob event in the atrium on the first floor of the S shopping mall by the river.

Many Internet celebrities in the industry, as well as well-known local high-end groups in Luojiang City were also invited to participate in the campaign.

"First of all, thank you for your invitation, but," Wen Siheng paused, "forgive me, I'm afraid it doesn't fit your company's brand positioning."

For this answer, the other party seemed to be prepared: "Mr. Wen, the situation is like this."

"Relevant staff of our company posted on Weibo the site of your studio's exhibition layout for the Chinese painting exhibition."

"Your design concept is exactly in line with our product theme this season."

"It's a pity that I couldn't see your exhibition in advance, so now I want to invite you to come to our first day of activities and the reception afterward."

"But as far as I know," Wen Siheng said again, "miumiu doesn't have a men's clothing line, right?"

"You don't have to worry about this. On the opening day, we invited many people from all walks of life, many of whom are elites in a certain industry like you. Our company does not pay too much attention to gender differences..."

The other party added: "If you go to the appointment, you can also have a plus one quota, and you can invite your relatives and friends to participate..."

(Generally, when attending receptions or various activities, those who are invited will have a "plus one", which can bring a male/female companion to attend)

"Plus one..." Wen Siheng repeated in a low voice.

Opponent seemed to see his interest in plus one, so he continued talking.

"You also know the vitality of our miumiu brand, which is especially popular with female friends, especially young women."

"If you bring your female companion to attend at that time, we can provide clothing for your female companion in advance."

……

Jian Anran, who had just stood on the stage, was shining with a soft light in her eyes under the light.Those big eyes seemed to be dripping with water, exuding a gentle and elegant temperament.

in reality--

The color contact lenses were slipped, and her eyes shed tears frantically, trying to hold back the tears.

Immediately after stepping off the stage, she couldn't wait to run to the bathroom. After putting on her colored contact lenses again in front of the mirror, Jian Anran turned and walked out the door.

Bowing her head and busy answering Ning Beibei's series of fatal calls, Jian Anran didn't pay attention to her steps.

Anyway, there weren't too many people in the teaching building at night, so she just walked with her head down.

[Ning Beibei: Little Jane, come quickly! 】

[Ning Beibei: There are handsome guys!Hurry up!Really handsome! ! [Rose]】

Suddenly, hearing a muffled cry of pain from the top of her head, Jian Anran bumped into a strong chest head-on.

A burst of warm breath emanated from the man's chest, and she couldn't help holding her breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was not careful..." Almost at the same moment, Jian Anran bowed her head and apologized.

The other party didn't speak, but he bent down and looked at her through Jane Anran's hair.

The corners of the lips were raised, and there was a faint smile, and the other party's eyes were filled with gentle light.

A large white shirt, black tie, black shorts, sneakers and white stockings, without the sweaty smell common to boys of this age, his body exudes a hazy breath.

Jian Anran stared at the other party with her face up for a long time, this pretty face was really familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

"Student Jian Anran, right?" When the other party smiled, his eyes narrowed, as if he didn't spare his smile at all.

"Huh...? Yes." A little surprised that the other party would recognize her, Jian Anran nodded blankly.

"Can I call you An Ran?" the other party asked.

When Jian Anran came back to her senses, she was finally able to look directly into the other person's eyes calmly.

The sculptural outline of the face set off his perfect figure, and the opponent's height seemed to be 185 or higher.

Although she couldn't remember his name, Jian Anran seemed to have seen this outstanding face when she and Ning Beibei went to the basketball court to see the handsome guy.

The facial features are exquisite, the lips are thin and strong, and the smile is unsparing.

Before Jian Anran could answer, the other party continued, "Hi Anran, my name is Shen Huainan, and I'm at the same level as you."