If a good match is the prerequisite for becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, then it can be said that it is absolutely impossible for Wen Yiran and Zhang Weimo to become boyfriend and girlfriend.

"Let's go, get off work." Yang Yining took a picture of Zhang Weimo with her new bag on her back. The pair of heart-shaped silver earrings on her ears were shining, and her whole person was as strong as a star taking a pictorial.

shrouded.

"You go first." Zhang Weimo supported her arm and said to her with a smile. Zhang Weimo's clothes were monotonous day after day. Occasionally, she would look girlier when she put on a skirt, but she didn't know it.

The best thing is that her smile can cover up these insignificances and become a good medicine to heal others.

Zhang Weimo bit her red pen tip and continued to correct her homework with a frown, until she and Li Ke were the only ones left in the office. A strong wind suddenly blew outside, and the trees outside the window were blown loudly, and the sky became gloomy.

The whole scene outside is like what is written in an ancient poem: "Dark clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it."

After a while, raindrops fell from the sky, and Zhang Weimo happened to bring neither an umbrella nor a raincoat. She looked out the window and sighed in her heart.

When Zhang Weimo finished correcting her homework and walked out of the office, the rain had become lighter, but she was wearing a sweater. If she rushed into the rain, her sweater would soon become heavy because it was soaked with rainwater.

, so she stood in the corridor and waited for a while, watching the drizzle and couldn't help but stretched out her hand to fiddle with it.

A voice suddenly came from behind Zhang Weimo: "Hey, Teacher Zhang, why don't you go home yet?"

"Oh... uh... I'm just about to leave!" Zhang Weimo retracted his outstretched hand in embarrassment, smoothed his hair that was not messy when he turned around, and planned to leave right away.

"Did you bring an umbrella?" Li Ke may have noticed her predicament, so he stopped her.

Zhang Weimo turned around and smiled naively: "Uh, no."

"Come to the dormitory with me!"

"ah?"

"I...I don't mean anything else. I just want you to wait for me downstairs in the dormitory, and I will go to the dormitory to get you an umbrella."

"Oh~ No need to trouble you, I'll go outside and take a taxi home."

Li Ke didn't say anything anymore. He went back to the office and took an umbrella and handed it to Zhang Weimo: "The school entrance is quite far from the teaching building, so hold on to the umbrella."

"Then what do you do?"

"Anyway, I live in a dormitory and there are not many roads. Just take it. Don't forget to prepare an umbrella at school next time. The weather is changeable now."

"Yeah, okay, I'll bring that umbrella to work tomorrow and give it back to you."

Fortunately, it wasn't raining heavily outside. When Zhang Weimo returned to her apartment, her shoes were only a little wet. When she walked downstairs, she shook the rain off her feet, put away her umbrella, fixed her hair, and went upstairs.

Perhaps because of a telepathic connection, Wen Yiran, who was sitting on the sofa as if he was worried, seemed to hear the sound of the door being unlocked, so he walked to the entrance and saw her back through the peephole as she entered.

He excitedly ran back to the living room, picked up the express delivery on the table and was about to deliver it to her. He suddenly stopped, returned to the fitting room, and started demonstrating in front of the floor-length mirror.

"Your delivery!"

"No! No!"

"Hi, hello, when I just went upstairs today, I saw the courier guy knocking on your door. You were not at home, so I collected the courier for you."

…

Wen Yiran acted skillfully in front of the mirror, and suddenly an idea flashed through him: "How about this..."

Then, he made a beautiful snap of his fingers: "That's it!"

Zhang Weimo's doorbell rang: ding-dong, ding-dong.

She had just returned home and changed into home clothes, a set of black silk pajamas, which could vaguely reveal her collarbone.

Opposite her was a tall, thin man wearing a mask and gray sportswear, holding a courier box in his hand, but he didn't look like he was delivering a courier at all.

"Who are you?" Zhang Weimo looked at the man in front of him suspiciously.

"Hello, is this Ms. Zhang?" Wen Yiran deliberately pinched his throat: "Your express delivery."

Zhang Weimo leaned his head over and read the information on the express box. He could smell the shampoo on her hair, which was the familiar scent of lavender that he had borrowed before.

"Oh, it's mine, thank you." She took the box smoothly, but he didn't let go, but held it tighter, as if he couldn't bear to give it to her.

She raised her head and frowned at the strange man in front of her. She always felt as if she had seen these eyebrows before somewhere. He was staring at her, as if he wanted to see through her.

The stalemate lasted for about ten seconds, and Zhang Weimo suddenly realized: "Are you... Wen Yiran?"

He finally let go of the courier and took off his mask: "How did you know it was me?"

"Why do you have my express delivery?" She asked before she got an answer.

"Um..." he began to hesitate.

"I just happened to encounter the courier guy knocking on your door today. You were not at home. He entrusted me to deliver it to you."

Zhang Weimo looked at him suspiciously, and he continued to add: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't steal your express delivery!"

"Pfft..." Zhang Weimo couldn't help but laugh when he heard his defense.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I didn't say you stole my express delivery, pfft... Anyway, thank you."

Wen Yiran didn't know what he just said, he shyly touched his peaked cap.

After Zhang Weimo thanked him and saw that Yiran had no intention of leaving, he casually asked: "Aren't you going to be filming today?"

"Oh, I've finished my work long ago."

"Then why don't you rest in the hotel?"

"Well...I'm staying in an apartment recently and don't plan to go back to the hotel."

"Aren't you afraid that fans will follow you?"

"It's okay, I sneak out of the back door of the hotel every day."

"What about in the morning? What should you do if your fans can't squat in the hotel?"

"I'll sneak back early."

She asked him a series of questions out of nowhere. Was this concern? She didn't know.

However, hearing Yiran's heart blossomed with joy.

The two stood at the door for a while, and he had no intention of leaving. Suddenly he smelled the smell of hot pot coming from her house: "Are you cooking hot pot?"

When asked about this, Zhang Weimo should have invited him politely, so he replied: "Yes, do you want to eat?"

"Okay!" Wen Yiran replied smoothly.

Zhang Weimo didn't expect him to agree, and there were no dishes or chopsticks prepared for him at home, but he couldn't take back what he said, so he gave in, invited him in, and got him a pair of slippers.

Wen Yiran noticed that there was a pair of slippers of the same style and different colors as hers in the shoe cabinet, and pretended to be casual and said, "Can I wear this pair? This one looks pretty good."

"This...this belongs to my best friend."

"Oh, really? Sorry, I'll just wear this." With the goal accomplished, Wen Yiran smiled awkwardly and put on the slippers she gave her.

Zhang Weimo walked to the refrigerator, turned around and asked, "What to drink?"

"Is there any wine?"

"have."

She brought a bottle of beer and poured some for him. She never drank or bought it, because she would blush when she drank, even if it was just a small glass, and this bottle of wine was left by Xiaowei.

"Don't you want to film tomorrow? Are you sure you want to drink?"

"I'll be shooting tomorrow afternoon. It's okay if I drink some. Don't you want to drink?"

"Oh, I won't drink." Zhang Weimo picked up his own juice and put it to his mouth, shaking his head.

At the dinner table, they didn't chat at all. Wen Yiran didn't eat much hot pot, but he drank two glasses of wine at the beginning.

His face turned red all of a sudden. It was obvious that he was not good at drinking either, and he lay on the table after a while.

"Wen Yiran, Wen Yiran..." Zhang Weimo pushed his arm, but there was no movement, and she didn't know what to do.

"Let's put him on the sofa." Zhang Weimo saw that he seemed to be asleep, so he picked him up and trudged to the living room. When she put him down, her hair just fell on the tip of his nose, and the familiar smell

It poured into his nose, and he said, half awake, "I like you."
Chapter completed!