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Wen Yifan did not reply, but recalled what happened today.

She didn't know if she was too angry with Wang Linlin, but she couldn't restrain her emotions at the time because of fear.

If the person here today is not Sang Yan.

If Wang Linlin gave the key to another man, a neighbor like her before, would she still be able to sleep on this bed so soundly?

Wen Yifan sighed.

In any case, Wen Yifan no longer wants to have an intersection with Wang Linlin.

Wen Yifan began to think about sharing a lease with Sang Yan.

After calming down, consider this matter again.

She suddenly felt that this matter did not seem to be difficult to accept. She doesn't have high demands on her roommates. Of course the same **** who gets along is the best choice, but it doesn't matter if the person of the opposite **** is good.

Although Sang Yan was a bit stubborn, Wen Yifan still believed him very much.

In addition, he didn't want to live for a long time. He just lived for three months, which was a buffer period for her to find a suitable new roommate who could share with her for a long time.

But Wen Yifan felt.

After a night of precipitation, according to Sang Yan's previous attitude towards her, he should not be willing to face her day and night.

Early the next morning, Wen Yifan was awakened by a phone call.

She didn't look at the electric display, and directly picked it up in a daze. Unexpectedly, I heard the smiling voice of my mother Zhao Yuandong from the other end: "A Jiang."

Wen Yifan's eyelids moved and he hummed.

Zhao Yuandong called her nickname.

The day Wen Yifan was born happened to be Frostfall. Before her name was picked up, her father temporarily called her "Little Shuangjiang". Later, I named it but I got used to it, so I just used it as a nickname.

When she got older, this nickname gradually evolved into the word "A Jiang".

But this nickname, except for the few people in the family, no one else seems to call her that.

Zhao Yuandong: "Are you sleeping? Mom, do you want to call you later?"

Wen Yifan: "It's okay, I woke up."

"Is it cold in Yihe? Do you remember to wear more clothes. I look at the weather forecast. It looks scary at minus ten or twenty degrees." Zhao Yuandong said concerned, "Don't catch a cold."

"Great."

Zhao Yuandong sighed: "You haven't called your mother for a long time."

"Ah." Wen Yifan blurted out, "I have been too busy these days."

"Knowing that you are busy, I dare not call to disturb you. But this is also about to celebrate the New Year," Zhao Yuandong said, "I will ask you, can I return this year?"

"..." Wen Yifan asked without reacting, "Where to go back?"

There was silence on the other side, and after a few seconds, the voice became unnatural: "Where are you going back? Go back to mom. Mom hasn't seen you for years, and your Uncle Zheng wants to see you too."

Wen Yifan opened his eyes and said gently: "I thought you let me go to Uncle Na."

When she heard this, Zhao Yuandong smiled: "I don't have to ask you to come to me, you can go to your uncle."

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