After the stand-in resigned

The word "home" is so beautiful that An Fan followed Ling Ran away unconsciously.

When she came back to her senses, she had already arrived at the villa in Songqiao District, and she was surprised that the two places were not far away.

Aunt Yu from the villa was still there, and when she saw her enthusiasm, her joy was beyond words: "Oh, Anfan is back!"

An Fan and Aunt Yu have a good relationship. After all, they have been here with Ling Ran so many times. Once Ling Ran left, she and Aunt Yu were left staring at each other.

An Fan was dragged by Aunt Yu to greet him, Ling Ran was happy to see this scene, and went upstairs with a smile.

Aunt Yu is one of the few Anfan who can feel the care of the elders. Anfan chatted with her for a while, talking about her past and her recent situation, but did not talk about Ling Ran, which cannot be avoided between the two. .

Aunt Yu slapped her thigh as she listened: "Look at me, I'm so happy. I still have sago dew iced there. Don't you like this most? I'll bring it to you."

The fruit sago was cold, and a few small dried rose petals were sprinkled on the surface. An Fan stirred it with a spoon, and the petals sank to the bottom. She asked, "Why is this?"

"Ling Ran asked me to make it..." Aunt Yu sat down again: "She has been coming here recently, and she asked me to make the food you used to love. I think I miss you."

An Fan didn't reply, she scooped up a spoonful, the tip of her tongue was filled with a faint fragrance of roses, she thought she misunderstood Ling Ran again.Borrowing this bowl of sago dew, she thought that all of today's events were again deliberately arranged by Ling Ran.

At this moment, Ling Ran went downstairs wearing a bathrobe, with her wet curly hair hanging behind her back. She sat down on the single sofa and raised her legs. Her slender calves were shining brightly under the chandelier. She asked :"What about mine?"

Aunt Yu hurried to fetch it.

An Fan suddenly had the illusion of going back to the past, Ling Ran was still the aloof Ling Ran, and she was still the An Fan who only obeyed Ling Ran.

An Fan quickly drank a couple of sips, awakened by the coldness, she felt Ling Ran approaching, finally sat beside her, and asked, "Do you like it?"

The illusion dissipated, the former Ling Ran wouldn't talk to her, An Fan continued to drink, the situation reversed, and the one who didn't talk to her became her.

Ling Ran said: "Auntie has researched a lot of new dishes during this time, and you ask her to cook them for you."

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Going in such a hurry?" Ling Ran was puzzled, and said, "Your house, if you don't come back to live in it, it will accumulate several layers of dust."

Aunt Yu was always there, so how could it be possible to collect dust? It was just Ling Ran's lure, and An Fan replied, "Isn't this where you live?"

Ling Ran felt deeply, and smiled: "If you dislike me, I won't live here."

She approached like a cat, lowered her voice, and said in her ear with an ambiguous tone: "But I think, we are all in that relationship, and there is nothing wrong with me living here."

An Fan's ears itch, and he almost missed the bowl in his hand. She thought back to Ling Ran's words in a daze, did she regard her as her little love?

An Fan was shocked, and immediately sat away from Ling Ran, glaring at her bitterly.

Ling Ran wanted to move forward as if she was a senior, but fortunately, her aunt showed up in time. Ling Ran took the Similu handed over by her and said, "There's nothing to do tonight, go to bed early."

"Okay." After Aunt Yu answered, she turned around and told Anfan, "Leave the bowl, I'll wash it tomorrow."

After two seconds of silence, Ling Ran answered, "I'll wash."

Confusion appeared on Auntie Yu's face, she looked back and forth between the two for a few seconds, and left with an expression of "I don't understand you young people".

Aunt Yu's bedroom is on the first floor, once the door is closed, only Ling Ran and An Fan are left in the huge living room, it is so quiet, An Fan asked: "Didn't you eat yet?"

If you drove Aunt Yu away early, could it be that you are still waiting for her to do it for her?

Ling Ran didn't expect this, but just wanted the rare two-person world.It's unrealistic for Anfan to do it, and she didn't want to move after a day of exhaustion, so she raised the bowl in her hand: "This is enough."

An Fan glanced at it, but remained silent.

Perhaps this house has carried too many memories of the past. An Fan easily remembered that Ling Ran had a stomach problem. Ling Ran was busy with work and had an irregular diet. Stomach problems are common diseases. In fact, it’s not a big deal, but she used to like him, and her heart aches. Too bad, I even thought of giving Ling Ran three meals a day.

Ling Ran didn't care much about it herself, she ate as much as she wanted, and seized the rare opportunity to ask, "Did you return it for me today?"

An Fan said, "No."

Afraid that Ling Ran would have to think too much, An Fan reiterated: "Really not."

Ling Ran's expression proved that she had thought too much, even though An Fan repeatedly denied it, there was still a trace of sweetness on her face.

An Fan was helpless, more speechless, she simply couldn't see it, she glanced at the paintings on the wall when she shifted her gaze, she stopped, and asked, "Is the painting on the wall by Ding Xian?"

Ling Ran looked over and thought about it for a while: "Well, I took it at a charity dinner two years ago, do you like it?"

An Fan remembered what happened today, and instead of answering, he asked, "Do you know him?"

"I don't know..." Ling Ran said, "But it's not difficult to get to know each other. If you're interested, I'll let someone arrange it."

It seems that it wasn't Ling Ran. An Fan could probably guess who the leader was. She shook her head and continued with the Similu in her hand: "I'm not interested."

Ling Ran was interested, so she asked: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." An Fan blocked her with words: "Hurry up and eat, and wash the dishes after eating."

"Row."

There are many rooms in the villa, and there is no possibility of crowding into one room. An Fan graciously gave up the master bedroom to Ling Ran, and found a guest room to rest in.

After taking a shower, I came out and lay on the bed. It was already eleven o'clock.

It wasn't a tiring day, but it definitely wasn't easy. An Fan put his phone aside, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

When she was about to fall asleep in a daze, there seemed to be a knock on the door. An Fan thought it was the movement in a dream, and was still struggling in the sea of ​​sleep. Until there was another knock on the door, she suddenly opened her eyes and woke up suddenly.

The knock on the door, which had seemed phantom just now, resounded clearly outside the door now, An Fan stood up and opened the door, and the moment he opened the door, Ling Ranguang, who was sitting on the ground leaning against the door, slammed into her leg.

An Fan was too frightened to move, Ling Ran raised her head, the corridor lights were dim, making her eyes wet, she said pitifully, "An Fan, I'm in pain..."

An Fan barely maintained his composure: "You haven't eaten, so you shouldn't eat something cold."

Ling Ran lowered her head, not knowing if she was listening or not, she covered her stomach with one hand, and hugged An Fan's leg with the other, like a helpless attachment under pain, she rubbed her face lightly.

An Fan's hairs stood on end for a moment, and he was forced to feel the softness of Ling Ran's cheeks. After a while, he said, "Relax, I'll go find you medicine."

"Holding you like this will be better." Ling Ran's voice was weak and strong.

An Fan moved his calf and chased her away: "It will be better to take medicine."

Ling Ran still didn't get up, An Fan looked down, the broken hair on her forehead and temples were soaked with sweat, as if she couldn't stand the pain, she had no choice but to help him into the room to comfort him on the bed, turned around to ask Go find the medicine chest.

Ling Ran was lying on the bed with her body bent like a small shrimp, but she was still holding on to her skirt stubbornly, her eyes were shining brightly: "Where are you going?"

"I'll get you some medicine."

But Ling Ran didn't seem to listen, and still said in that weak voice, "Where are you going? Don't go, don't leave me."

An Fan clenched her fists, as if she heard the sound of her heart collapsing in a quiet room, she patted the back of Ling Ran's hand and said, "Take the medicine, don't leave, I won't leave you behind."

Ling Ran was skeptical, his eyes were like those of a pre-term puppy, but he slowly let go of his fingers.

An Fan came back with the medicine, waited for Ling Ran to finish taking the medicine, and stretched out his hand holding the cup: "Drink all the water in this glass."

Ling Ran took it, sipped her mouth obediently, and said cautiously: "I want to rely on you."

An Fan froze for two seconds, and sat on the head of the bed as if giving up. Ling Ran leaned over, leaned against her, and gently rubbed her shoulder.

An Fan's shameful dream came true at this moment.

She had imagined such a scene before, Ling Ran was sick and fell down, she took good care of her, the weak Ling Ran was full of attachment to her, just sticking close to her like this, and couldn't leave her.

An Fan rubbed the space between his brows, wishing it was just a dream, but the clear touch of his fingertips reminded her that this was the reality she was experiencing.

In the quiet room, only the sound of Ling Ran's sips remained.

Soon, Ling Ran handed her the empty cup, as if begging to boast: "I'm done."

An Fan felt that this should be a dream, and that this should be Ling Ran acting as a stand-in, but no matter what the situation was, she couldn't escape the softness in her heart, so she took advantage of the situation: "So good."

The empty cup was placed on the bedside, Ling Ran embraced her with both hands, and buried her on her body with her eyes closed, in a posture of total attachment.

An Fan didn't move, his mind was in chaos, enjoying the crime-like pleasure, he asked for a long time, "Do you still hurt?"

"Well... don't drive me away." Immediately, she hugged her even tighter.

"Would you like to rub it?"

It was only when An Fan said it that he felt how wrong it was, but what he said could not be deleted, so she made amends: "I'll find you a hot water bottle to cover it."

Ling Ranhuan's hand on her waist had already covered hers, and she consciously placed it on her stomach. She said softly, "Knead."

An Fan's mind was struggling, but her hands moved first. She had learned cooking for Ling Ran and massage for Ling Ran. She consciously applied what she learned, and she almost didn't have to work hard.

Ling Ran didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't speak for a long time, and An Fan didn't open her mouth to destroy this rare harmony, as if giving up, she followed the trend.

After a long time, Ling Ran asked, "Anfan, do you like me?"

An Fan paused and stopped, feeling that he shouldn't knead any more, but Ling Ran held her evacuated hand tightly, and she held her tightly, and looked at her at this moment, seductively: "An Fan, I want to You still like me."

The author has something to say: I changed the last sentence, Ling Ran’s meaning remains the same, I had to make Anfan misunderstand, and I started to write the next chapter only to realize that I didn’t write this sentence well, sorry.