Tender trapping

Chapter 9

Ran Xu didn't expect Zhuo Wenlang to call directly. He stared at the name on the screen, stunned for a long time, and then hurriedly pressed the answer button.

He listened to the noise on the phone, but didn't take the initiative to speak.

There seemed to be other people on Zhuo Wenlang's side. After a moment of noise, his slightly concerned voice came through the receiver: "Xiao Xu, what happened?"

The address on the screen turned into a voice in an instant, and Ran Xu's ears turned red when he was listening to the phone, and he didn't give an answer immediately.

Zhuo Wenlang didn't question his silence, he pondered for a while, and said, "If you come out now, you can come to me at 1980, and I'll wait here for you to return the key."

Ran Xu could tell that he was trying to save him, and it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, so it would be a little foolish to bother Zhuo Wenlang.

He quickly refused: "Forget it, Mr. Zhuo, it's too late today, I'm just talking..."

"Okay..." Zhuo Wenlang dragged his voice, with a rather helpless smile in his tone, "Although I'm still happy to be your listener, it's up to you to say or not."

After saying this, he fell silent.

Ran Xu could only hear the sound of Zhuo Wenlang's breathing mixed with the beating of his own heart. In such a cold night, it seemed to be some kind of potion to confide in one's thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, Ran Xu said slowly, "I'm going to the library to sort out materials for the teacher today..."

He told the ins and outs of the matter, and the moment he finished speaking, he suddenly felt relieved, and the strange anger just now disappeared——Sun Cheng's tricks are really clumsy, and for this kind of person, there is no need to even get angry .

Zhuo Wenlang quietly listened to him on the other end of the phone, said "hmm", then asked Ran Xu if he had considered going downstairs to find the supervisor.

"Forget it." Ran Xu sighed, "It's not like this kind of thing has happened before, they will still open the door after all, and if things get serious all night, they will be uneasy...I just want to go to bed early now, after I finish telling you, I feel better already."

He said the last sentence in a low voice, like a cat's tail swipe.

Zhuo Wenlang hung up Ran Xu's call, half leaned on the leather sofa, shook the tall wine glass in his hand, turned around and picked up the phone to dial another number...

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When Zhuo Minghui appeared in the corridor, Ran Xu could clearly feel the anger on this man's body. When he went up the stairs, he stepped on every step loudly, as if trying to wake up the sleeping people in the whole building .

"Why did you come back?"

Ran Xu sat by the radiator, holding a book in his hand, and looked curiously at Zhuo Minghui.

"Dou, what are you doing here?!" Zhuo Minghui was startled by the sound coming from the bottom of his feet, he looked down at Ran Xu, and saw the little lame man huddled up in a black padded jacket, revealing his head .

Zhuo Minghui took out the key from his pocket, twisted it against the door a few times, and couldn't help cursing while twisting: "Zhuo Wenlang is really fucking sick, what's wrong with pretending to be a good person and pretending to be an addict? , don’t care if I’m in school or not? Where do I live and do his shit... Fuck, why can’t this door be opened?”

Ran Xu was taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't help but smile, like a rabbit who stole carrots.

He stood up from the ground and walked behind Zhuo Minghui: "The latch is locked from the inside."

Zhuo Minghui looked back at him, then turned his head and knocked on the door vigorously.

Sun Cheng's sound of playing games continued, and when he heard the door being knocked, he subconsciously yelled: "Knock a fart, didn't you say that I will open it for you after I finish playing? Can't take it!"

"Who the hell are you calling?" Zhuo Minghui yelled louder than him, "Hurry up and get the fuck out of here and open the door! Don't wait for me to kick the door in!"

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Perhaps in such a tense atmosphere, Ran Xu should remain serious, but he just couldn't help but curl his mouth upwards. To be honest, although the trick of using violence to control violence is a little bit damaged, it's really fun to use...

It seemed that Zhuo Minghui didn't know what was going on between Ran Xu and his brother. This phone call seemed to be just a little secret between the two of them.

The corners of Ran Xu's mouth curved even more.

When Sun Cheng came out to open the door, his face was ashen. Seeing Zhuo Minghui's face, he didn't hold back a word of nonsense, but Zhuo Minghui was dissatisfied with his brother in the first place, and now he would vent his anger and push Sun Cheng into the house , To go up is to kick his calf.

"Brother Hui! Brother Hui, I was wrong." Sun Cheng supported the bed frame and apologized to Zhuo Minghui, "I thought it was Ran Xu, I didn't expect you to come back today."

"Ran Xu? Why are you shutting him down?" Zhuo Minghui added another kick.

"I... I didn't do it on purpose, I thought I would open the door for him after I finish playing the game."

playing games...

Speaking of playing games, Zhuo Minghui glanced at the computer next to the table. The interface of the game was still displayed on the screen, and messages jumped up one by one from the lower left corner.

He took two big steps, walked over and reached for the computer, and threw it to the ground vigorously.

The metal case hit the floor with a loud noise.

Everyone didn't react, and saw all kinds of parts and broken shells flying in the air. Sun Cheng ignored the pain in his legs, opened his eyes wide, looked at the broken computer on the ground in disbelief, and his lips squirmed: " Brother Hui, you are..."

"Are you still playing?" Zhuo Minghui walked up to him expressionlessly and grabbed his collar, "Are you still playing now?"

"...I won't play anymore, I won't play anymore!" Sun Cheng was so frightened that he trembled.

Zhuo Minghui tilted his mouth and gave an unfriendly smile: "Very well, remember, don't fucking touch other people's things in the future."

"Remember, remember." Sun Cheng nodded his head, looked up and saw that Zhuo Minghui had climbed onto the bed with a face of indifference, and asked hesitantly, "Brother Hui, what about this computer..."

"My stuff, I can throw it if I want, anyway, it's my brother's money." He said bluntly, "Okay, turn off the lights and go to sleep."

Ran Xu was lying on the bed, still replaying what happened just now in his mind.

Logically speaking, Zhuo Minghui clashed with Sun Cheng and dropped the computer, which should have nothing to do with him... However, he himself knew that Zhuo Minghui was called back by Zhuo Wenlang to help him.

Even if he couldn't afford it, Ran Xu knew the price of that computer, at least twenty to thirty thousand, at that time, even for urban families, it was a lot of money.

Zhuo Minghui said that it was his brother's money.

Feeling uneasy all the time, Ran Xu tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, so he couldn't help getting up and sending Zhuo Wenlang another message.

[Mr. Zhuo, thank you. 】

He didn't know whether he should tell Zhuo Wenlang about his brother, after all, it sounded like he was suing anyway.

However, until Ran Xu fell asleep with his thoughts on his mind, Zhuo Wenlang did not reply to this message again, as if Zhuo Minghui's behavior that night had nothing to do with him.

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When Monday came, Ran Xu's life became busy again.

He took the time to go to the office building to deliver materials to Lin Zhengqing, and happened to bump into Lin Yingying, Professor Lin's daughter and Ran Xu's senior sister, in the corridor.

"Hey, is little brother Xiao Ran free recently?" She held Ran Xu and blinked.

The Lin family's father and daughter are very kind to Ran Xu. They even invited him to have dinner at home before. Lin Yingying treated him like a younger brother and helped him a lot at school. Therefore, Ran Xu was also very fond of this senior sister who was a little older than herself. Good impression.

He smiled at Lin Yingying: "What's the matter? Does the student union need my help?"

Lin Yingying was a member of the presidium of the student union, and the Propaganda Department was short of staff, so she brought Ran Xu over to help make promotional materials.Later, she suggested that Ran Xu should simply come to the student union, but Ran Xu refused several times on the pretext of not thinking about it, and said that if he still needs help, he can come to him at any time.

"No, it has nothing to do with the student union this time." Lin Yingying shook her head and dragged Ran Xu to the corner, "Our class wants to do a photography exhibition, but the promotional materials haven't been settled yet, so we're going to spend money to find someone else to do it, but You see, the fat and water don’t flow into the fields of outsiders, and it’s not reliable to find outsiders, or else..."

She winked at Ran Xu.

Lin Yingying is a photography major. Although it is also related to art, it does not have much to do with design. The Internet is not very popular at that time. If you want to find someone to help, the best way is to find a reliable friend you know offline.