Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 161 The Real Criminal
Is it Xiangyi?

Xiangyi had been arguing with them for a long time because of these insignificant details, and everyone is still deeply impressed.

So much so that when Jian Anran saw this 35-page so-called internal report document, Jian Anran immediately thought of Xiangyi.

After exchanging glances with Wen Siheng, she almost immediately denied this conjecture.

It's not that she believes in Xiangyi's sense of morality and character, it's just that she really lacks such a motive for committing the crime——

Xiangyi really couldn't do this.

It is very unlikely that such a large-scale project will be implemented during graduate school. As a member of Wen Siheng's studio, such a project that will add to her resume, she really can't do anything for the small favors in front of her. Turn your back on your opponent.

"Jere, how's it going? Did you find anything wrong?" Seeing Wen Siheng's increasingly serious expression, Xu Nianhe was a little nervous.

The previous things went so smoothly that Xu Nianhe himself didn't realize something was wrong until now.

It's no wonder that her reaction is too slow, but apart from Wen Siheng's emotional line that has been cut and messed up since childhood, Xu Nianhe can be said to have nothing against her wishes.

Everything came according to her will, and she didn't even know how the word rough was written.

"Sorry, I may not be able to entertain you today. We have something to go out." Wen Siheng said and immediately pressed the dot in the upper right corner of the file to forward the report material to his mobile phone.

Hearing the word "you", Xu Nianhe was a little unhappy, and the corner of his eye inadvertently passed Jian Anran.

"Now?"

"Well," he nodded, "now."

"I'll let you know if there's any progress in the future, and if there's any new news recently, please tell me, and..."

He confessed to Xu Nianhe: "During this time, you'd better not have too many private contacts with the project board, and try not to leave any evidence of private connections."

"Okay," Wen Siheng patted his thighs with both hands, and sat up from the sofa, "Go slowly, I won't see you off."

Dragging the cotton slippers, Wen Siheng immediately walked towards the room, took a few steps and turned back to Jian Anran, "Get ready too, let's go together later."

Nodding blankly, Jian Anran sat on the sofa and glanced awkwardly at Xu Nianhe. After the other party got up, she immediately stood up, walked to the entrance with Xu Nianhe, and watched her open the door.

After taking off the disposable slippers, Xu Nianhe put on the small high heels he wore when he came here.

Until the moment the door finally closed, her expression was anything but friendly.

"pat-"

The pitch-black door was closed tightly, and Wenth quickly changed into his work skin: a white shirt and black trousers came out of the room.

"Let's go." He said to Jane Anran.

Before responding, Jian Anran let out a "Huh?"

This is gone?For a moment, I even forgot why I came all the way to live in the clouds.

"Didn't you just say that I must come here for something? You want me to leave immediately after seeing off your ex?" Jian Anran complained in a low voice while changing her shoes.

After waiting for a long time for the other party's response, Jian Anran raised her head after changing her slippers, just in time to meet Wen Siheng's smiling eyes.

"What? Do you want to stay?" His smile grew stronger.

Pretending to avoid his sight, Jian Anran lowered her head and murmured softly: "What..."

"What did you say?" Bending over, Wen Siheng put his ears next to Jian Anran's lips.

In a hurry to dodge for a while, Jian Anran subconsciously closed her eyes, her body center of gravity tilted, she fell backwards, and fell heavily on the door behind her——

Um?Why doesn't it hurt?

With sharp eyes and quick hands, her big hand stretched out almost instantly against the wall like an unconditioned reflex, blocking between Jian Anran and the door, and she fell heavily on the opponent's hand.

"Does it hurt? I'm sorry." After standing still, Jian Anran looked at Wen Siheng apologetically, and looked down at his palms that started to turn red.

"I don't feel it at all, it's as light as a feather." The corners of Wen Siheng's lips curled into a faint arc, and he could only hear him laughing and snorting.

"Let's go!" Feeling like she was being teased, Jian Anran opened the door angrily and walked out.

Unlike other old professors, Wen Siheng's office does not have a strict attendance system, and as soon as the project at hand is finished, he gives everyone a big vacation.

Following Wen Siheng's white sports car to the school, there was no one downstairs in the department during class time, and she hadn't been in the other's car for a long time, so Jian Anran opened the door and got off without thinking.

As soon as they took the elevator up to the seventh floor, they could see a row of brightly lit rooms in the distance, only their office was pitch black.

"Have you brought the key?" Wen Siheng turned his head.

Jian Anran was stunned for a moment before finding the key to the office from the depths of her shoulder bag. It was rare for her to be the first to arrive at the office. Since she got the key, she basically never took it out again.

"As a teacher, don't you have a key to your own office?" Jian Anran gave Wen Siheng her key.

Wen Siheng smiled, took her hello kitty keychain, and lightly said, "No need."

As it is.

The teacher didn't even need to be in the office, so there was no need for him to open the door in person.

Probably because she wanted to sort out the information to prove her innocence, the moment she opened the door and walked in, Jian Anran even wanted to use the word "fresh" to describe the office.

The previously cramped room was filled with various documents and materials, and it was basically an avalanche when I walked by and accidentally encountered it.

In the current office, all the paper documents are filed and arranged in the cabinet, and the desk is spotless.

"How to check?" Jian Anran sighed without a clue.

Wen Siheng went straight to Xiangyi's computer, pulled out her office chair and sat down.

"You want to turn on her computer directly, isn't that good? You also know her..."

Before Jane Anran could finish speaking, Wen Siheng reached out and pressed the switch of the host on the table, and the computer screen lit up quickly.

Unfortunately, Xiangyi's computer has a password.

For the same project, Jian Anran's carelessness and failure to set a password during the preliminary research led to Gao Feng's acting as a demon at that time. Since then, every computer in their studio has been locked separately.

"What should I do?" Jane Anran asked.

After thinking for a while, Wen Siheng immediately said, "Call Xiangyi."

"Why are you calling her?" Jian Anran was at a loss.

Wen Siheng replied solemnly with his most serious expression: "Of course I asked her for the power-on password of her computer."

"No," Jian Anran immediately asked back while not quite understanding Wen Siheng's brain circuit, "You want to steal other people's computers, and you directly ask them for their passwords?"

(End of this chapter)