Wen Jun walked into the inner room, closed the door and locked it.

"Wen Xiaojun, what do you want to do? Get out! Seeing Wen Jun's series of movements, Duan Yanran's eyebrows on the pair of autumn water cut pupils were twisted into a thick rope in the shape of a twist, and she scolded angrily.

Is this hateful thief because of his father's joke of "marry Yanran to you", he has the audacity to think that he has already eaten me, and he can act arbitrarily in front of me?

He silently brought a chair and sat down across the desk from the "iceberg beauty".

"What do you want to do, whore?" Duan Yanran raised her eyebrows coldly, watching his every move.

Wen Jun said with a smile: "Sister Yanran, I was entrusted by Uncle Duan and Aunt Luo to see you. ”

"Your uncle, Wen Xiaojun, you are sick!" Duan Yanran's pretty face turned pale with anger, and her two small and cute nostrils could literally light gasoline.

Being said to be sick for no reason, who can stand this? No wonder the "iceberg beauty" is furious and has a rough exit.

"Sister Yanran, you are really sick."

"You're sick! Get out of here, or I'll call security. A raging fire burned in Duan Yanran's chest, waiting for it to burst out at the right time.

"Sister Yanran, I mean you have a mental illness." Wen Jun patiently explained. This world is really wonderful, the drunk say they are not drunk, the sick say they are not sick, but the corrupt people sit on the stage and talk about the anti-corruption experience......

"You're sick in your heart, especially your brain, which is full of mush." Duan Yanran stood up and wanted to open the door, but was grabbed by Wen Jun, who stood up with him, and grabbed her wrist like a lotus root.

Wen Jun thought that she wanted to run away to avoid herself, so she pulled hard, and Duan Yanran's body involuntarily threw herself into his arms.

Duan Yanran hurriedly pressed Wen Jun's chest with the slender hand that could still move freely, so as not to make too close contact with him with his body.

"You...... You asshole, let it ...... Let me go! She was a little flustered and trembling when she spoke, this was the first time she had been so close to a man.

Wen Jun tugged on her wrist tightly and said sharply: "You yourself are also studying medicine, haven't you found that you have psychological problems?" It's almost twenty-eight, and you haven't been in love yet, don't you think it's abnormal? ”

"I ...... I just didn't find someone who appealed to me. Duan Yanran's pretty face suddenly became rosy, and even her slender snow-white jade neck was not spared, as if it was dyed with a faint blush, and she scolded angrily, "Adulter, what does this have to do with you?" Don't try to beat my mind! ”

"Tell me, just a woman like you who hates men in your bones, which man is attractive to you?" Wen Jun hit the nail on the head and said, "As for me, I'm not interested in you yet." ”

"You...... You fart! A foul sentence blurted out, and the "iceberg beauty" was obviously angry. The old lady is as beautiful as a flower, you are not interested?

Wen Jun is embarrassed, my day, this girl is really not an ordinary person, she is in a hurry, she dares to say anything foul!

"How long are you going to be stubborn?" Wen Jun dragged her to a grooming mirror placed in the room, pointed to her in the mirror and said, "Look at you, what are you dressed up beautiful every day?" ”

"I ...... I appreciate it myself, can't I? She puffed out her cheeks and said forcefully.

"To put it nicely, this is called lonely self-appreciation, pity for the mirror." Wen Jun said unceremoniously.

"Humph! I want you to take care of it, I like it, old lady. "This girl is an old lady, do you really think Wen Jun is his son?

"Yurong is lonely and tearful, a branch of pear blossoms brings rain in spring, and hibiscus is like a willow like an eyebrow, how not to cry about this. Sister Yanran, whenever you can't sleep in the dead of night, don't you feel a little lonely? ”

Wen Jun felt like an instigator who was teaching a fairy with a fluttering jade coat how to think... Spring?

Obviously, when Wen Jun said something, Duan Yanran's heart trembled slightly, but it was only a tremble. The city of Rome was not built in a day, and the thousand-year-old ice will not melt in a moment.

She had a cold face and stubbornly scolded: "The old lady is lonely or not, what do you have to do with it?" Are you idle eggs hurting? ”

Wen Jun's handsome facethrob showed a hint of banter, and said playfully: "You are so violent and cruel, don't you have a little sense of guilt?" ”

Duan Yanran's frosty face turned red, and she said angrily: "Adulterer, are you begging to be beaten?" ”

Wen Jun looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and once again grabbed her tender lotus-like wrist and said, "I know, your coldness, your fierceness, and your rudeness...... All of this is deliberately pretended by you, in order to make men afraid of you, hate you, stay away from you, and better protect you, isn't it? ”

Duan Yanran was a little dumbfounded, this was a secret she hid in her heart, even her parents and girlfriends didn't know, how did he know? It seems that this lewd thief is not simple.

Wen Jun struck the iron while it was hot and asked, "Do you think this is protecting you?" ”

Duan Yanran said coldly: "Isn't it? ”

"Sister Yanran, you are wrong, very wrong." Wen Jun sighed, the expression on his face was heartbreaking, "Actually, you are hurting others, and even more so yourself!" ”

Duan Yanran sneered and sneered: "Haha...... Hurt myself? Joke, what a joke! ”

"The boy listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles were dim. In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the passenger boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples have stars. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, one step ahead, bit by bit until dawn. ”

Wen Jun stood with his hands in his hands, feeling as if he was a university professor explaining the philosophy of life to his students.

This is a true portrayal of the life of Jiang Jie, a poet in the Song Dynasty, who chased joy and laughed and enjoyed intoxication as a young man; In the prime of life, wandering and lonely, touching the scene and feeling sad; Lonely and lonely in old age, unable to sleep listening to the rain. Do you want to be like him and end up living alone? ”

Duan Yanran was very good-hearted, how could she not understand the meaning of his words?

There is a saying that "which man is not loved, which girl is not pregnant... Spring", even if the "iceberg beauty" has been tightly imprisoned by the "heart demon", but when the lonely night comes, when a person faces the starry sky, her heart will also be curious about the strange opposite sex.

Duan Yanran looked at Wen Jun, who was a little conceited and a little pretending, and didn't know what to do.

Wen Jun's words were like a spring breeze melting ice, making her cold and numb heart slowly have a trace of consciousness. She knew her own problems, and she still had an indelible picture in her heart.

In the dead of night, the pictures of her sister-in-law Duan Jingru's bruised skin and swollen face always woke her up from her nightmare. Or turn on the TV, keep your eyes glued to the screen, and your soul doesn't know where it has gone?