When she returned home, it was already completely dark, and as soon as she poured herself a glass of water, a new message popped up on WeChat, a new contact.

remembered the friend Tang Ziyuan said, she ignored the black screen of her mobile phone.

She has never been in the habit of adding strangers, and she just didn't want He Xu to be polite at the dinner table just now.

After a while, the person sent a verification: I am Zhou Nan's brother.

Wen Lan was stunned for a moment.

Zhou Nan is Mrs. Zhou's daughter.

She remembered that Zhou Nan had indeed told her that she had an older brother.

Even if she is half an acquaintance, she can't keep people hanging there.

She passed the person's verification and put down her phone to put down the water and take a shower.

The mist rising from the bathroom made her feel real, and the thought of He Yun being in the same city as herself made her feel a lot more relieved.

Gradually fell asleep, I don't know how long it took, she felt that she was suddenly picked up from the bathtub, and the weightlessness in the air woke her up, and when she opened her eyes, she found that the person in front of her was He Xu.

When did this man come in? Where did he get the key?

Instantly the sleepiness was swept away, desperately trying to break free from him.

Ignoring her struggles, He Xu directly put the person on the bed.

She was wet, the sheets had just been changed, and it was very uncomfortable to be thrown directly on the bed, and she was anxious to jump off as soon as she got into bed.

Before she could succeed, He Xu pulled a bath towel from nowhere and wrapped it around her.

His dark eyes are deep and gloomy, and his handsome facial features have a cold aura.

Wen Lan lost his mind for a while.

It wasn't until he wiped her dry that Wen Lan reacted and kept looking at him.

He put the used towel back in the bathroom and brought his bathrobe and hair dryer.

Seeing that Wen Lan had been staring at him in amazement, he hooked his lips and smiled in a low and deep voice: "Don't worry, dry your hair first, otherwise you will have a headache." ”

Wen Lan immediately reacted to what he meant, picked up the pillow beside him and threw it at him.

"Perverted." She gritted her teeth and said resentfully.

He Xu dodged sideways, and the smile on his face became more obvious.

He helped her put on a bathrobe, picked her up and turned her over, and gently rested Wen Lan's head on his legs, ready to help her blow her hair.

Her hair spreads out like seaweed, and it's hard to put down.

Wen Lan had forgotten all about struggling, and couldn't even guess what he was thinking.

She was lying flat just enough to see the handsome face of the man who lowered his head and helped her blow her hair seriously, and she didn't know where the warmth flowed from in her heart, and she suddenly felt a little nostalgic for the person in front of her.

Before he got married, she and He Xu had a long sweet time, when they would talk about the interesting things they had experienced in the more than ten years they had been separated at night, and sometimes they would quarrel, but every time He Xu would take the initiative to coax her, Wen Lan was also very coaxing, and a kiss could make her forget all the troubles of quarrelling.

But whether it was in the past or now, Wen Lan understands that this person cannot belong to herself, and what she coveted in the past is destined to let go one day in the future.

They didn't say a word, Wen Lan's hair was gradually dried, and He Xu put away the blow-off.

He stared at the person in front of him tightly, and couldn't help but lean over and kiss again: "Okay, give me your phone." ”

This sentence directly knocked Wen Lan back to reality.

She wondered, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Delete the individual."

He spoke lightly, as if it were a matter of course.