Zhang Mishuang didn't hear clearly for a moment, and asked anxiously: "What did you say? Who did you catch? Are you in danger?"

Du Xiran shook his head.

"Just tell me quickly! You're making me anxious to death!" Zhang Mishuang grabbed her arm and shook it, "Tell me quickly!"

"Stop shaking, stop shaking." Du Xiran was nearly shaken to vomit. After the other party let go of her hand, she rubbed her temples, relaxed for a while, and looked at Zhang Mishuang in silence.

Zhang Mishuang began to analyze: "You don't look like you were mad at a stupid customer before, and you don't look like you are at odds with your colleagues, so it can only be... the stock has hit rock bottom?!"

Du Xiran: “…”

"No?" Zhang Mishuang continued to guess, "Du Heruo ranked last in the exam? He was put on a blind date again? The couple he was looking for is not a match again?!"

Du Xiran tried to be energetic: "When did I ever eat CP?"

"Oh, then your life must be so boring. Not only do you not have a partner, but you also ship other people's." Zhang Mishuang joked.

Du Xiran paused for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, "How did you and Qiu Ye establish your relationship?"

"Why, you want to ship us as a couple? Then I have to tell you about it." Zhang Mishuang recalled, "When should I start? Let's start from the first day we met, when the sun was shining and the breeze was not dry..."

"Why don't you start from when Pangu created the world?" Du Xiran asked.

"Hey, okay, I'll tell you the truth. Actually, I just like faces! I'm obsessed with looks!" Zhang Mishuang said, and suddenly laughed, "But he's not very handsome among all the boyfriends I've dated. At most, he's pretty and a little dull. He doesn't know how to be romantic. When we first met, he hardly talked to me. I thought he was aloof, but he was actually nervous."

"Then you confirmed your relationship with him in just three days?" Du Xiran was very puzzled.

Zhang Mishuang smiled and said, "Because that day, I was so confused by Party A's requirements that I wanted to throw away the drawing board. At this time, a cup of hot tea was handed to me. He silently helped me communicate with Party A, listing one, two, three, four, and five points. It didn't take long for the communication to be completed. It was that simple."

Du Xiran drank thoughtfully, her words still ringing in his ears: "In fact, after the age of being crazy about love, those fancy romances seem to be unimportant. After seeing too much, they seem like tricks. Instead, a cup of hot tea, quiet company and the ability to solve problems make people feel more at ease."

Du Xiran had a deep understanding of this. Last year, a boy who was a few years younger than her pursued her passionately. He sent her flowers, milk tea and handmade cards every day, came to the company to confess his love to her, and even claimed that age was not a gap and that he would treat her well all his life. But what was the use? She took the boy to a five-star restaurant for a meal, and when he paid the bill, the boy turned pale with fright.

Actually, this boy is two years older than Ye Nanning, but Ye Nanning's way of pursuing her makes people feel comfortable. He doesn't make such romantic declarations naively, nor does he pester her to the point of being annoying. Although he is seven years younger than her, he is meticulous and mature in some aspects, which makes people feel distressed.

"Shuang, I have something to ask you..." Du Xiran was dizzy and hesitated, "How do you judge whether you like someone?"

Zhang Mishuang: "This question is too broad and difficult to answer."

Du Xiran: "That's right."

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden... God, are you in trouble?" Zhang Mishuang looked at her in surprise, "So you were just trapped in love? Help me, I have never thought about it in this direction. How can a widower like you have emotional problems?"

Du Xiran: “…”

"So what's the situation now? You're not sure if you like the other person?"

Otherwise, why do we call each other childhood friends? Once we find a problem, we are so sharp. Du Xiran nodded: "I am afraid that if I act impulsively and find out that it is not the case later, won't I hurt others?"

"Why do you think so much?" Zhang Mishuang put his arm around her shoulders again and said with a smile, "Congratulations, are you finally going to meet love?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Du Xiran said depressedly, "What does it mean to like someone?"

"There are many kinds of liking someone. Wanting to see them every day and feeling happy when you see them is liking them. Thinking about them restlessly is also liking them. Feeling possessive and jealous is also liking them... But Ranran, no matter what kind of liking it is, when you asked this question, you actually already liked that person." Zhang Mishuang said incisively.

Du Xiran's eyes trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes to stare at the edge of the cup: "Why?"

"Because you are not the kind of person who takes love affairs seriously. Over the years, you have had so many suitors, but have you ever asked what love is?" Zhang Mishuang asked.

Du Xiran paused for a moment and looked at her in surprise.

Zhang Mishuang: "Because you are beginning to get scared, afraid that the negative aspects of love will overwhelm you, so you want to be fully prepared to welcome the other person. So, deep down, you actually like the other person, but you are just trying to control it with reason."

Du Xiran's eyelashes trembled: "Is that so?"

"That's right. Let's do a little test." Zhang Mishuang held up the wine glass and asked her to look at it. He pretended to shake it up and down and left and right, then said, "Now look at the glass and answer my question within three seconds - you are drunk now, who do you want to take you home?"

Du Xiran stared at the cup, distracted for unknown reasons, and didn't know when Ye Nanning's party would end.

"The time is up and you didn't answer." Zhang Mishuang put down the cup and said.

"So does that mean I don't have anyone I like?" Du Xiran asked.

"No." Zhang Mishuang shook his finger and said mysteriously, "On the contrary, this shows that you have someone you like in your heart. You were distracted. Are you thinking about that person?"

Du Xiran: “.”

"It may be that you have thought of it, but you dare not say it out loud because of your face. I remember playing this little trick with you a long time ago, and you gave the answer in a second, saying without any hesitation that you would find a designated driver to take you home. Ranran, you already have someone in your mind who you hope will come to pick you up, right?" Zhang Mishuang said.

Du Xiran slowly leaned over the table, holding the cup with his fingers, feeling very confused.

"Oh, Xiaoye is here to pick you up." Zhang Mishuang said suddenly.

Du Xiran turned back suddenly and saw Ye Nanning walking towards this direction. The light cast a dim shadow on her face, making Du Xiran suspect that he was drunk and had an illusion.

The other person was getting closer and closer to her, and then that flawless face like white jade came before her eyes, bringing with it a sweet fragrance that made her dazed for a moment.

"Boss Du, are you okay?" Ye Nanning observed her expression closely. It was the first time she saw Du Xiran drunk and she was a little worried. "How much did you drink?"

Du Xiran just looked at her without saying a word, until Ye Nanning frowned, and then he unconsciously raised one hand and pinched her face. Feeling the real touch, he woke up as if from a dream and murmured, "You really came?"

"Yes, Xiaoye saw the circle of friends I posted, and came to ask me where we were." Zhang Mishuang said, and her phone rang. It was Qiu Ye who came to pick her up. "Xiaoye, you're here just in time. Take her back."

"Okay." Ye Nanning helped Du Xiran up, put one hand around her waist, and half-hugged and half-carried her out.

Zhang Mishuang was sitting in her seat. When she saw the two of them from behind, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't asked Du Xiran who she liked yet.

Never mind. I’ll ask next time.

Ye Nanning brought her home and saw that she was very drunk. She asked, "Boss Du, come to my house and rest for a while. I'll make you some hangover soup, okay?"

Du Xiran nodded absentmindedly.

Ye Nanning put her on the sofa, poured a cup of warm water and placed it next to her, then went to prepare the sobering soup.

After a while, she heard the sound of Du Xiran turning over on the sofa. She turned around and saw her drunken body, half lying on the armrest of the sofa, with only her head exposed. She asked dazedly, "Are you guys leaving so... early?"

"They were still playing, so I came back early." Ye Nanning said.

"Why did you bring it back...?"

Seeing her resting her head and speaking incoherently, Ye Nanning was touched by her cuteness and said with a smile, "Because you and Sister Shuangshuang went out to drink and didn't call me."

In fact, I had wanted to leave for a long time. I was always wondering whether President Du had eaten dinner. It was not until I saw Zhang Mishuang’s circle of friends that I immediately found a reason to leave.

"Then what are you and...her looking at?" Du Xiran asked stutteringly.

The sudden question made Ye Nanning confused: "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Du Xiran slid into the sofa again, closed his eyes and rested.

After Ye Nanning made the sobering soup, she brought it to the coffee table. Just as she was about to call for help, she found that she seemed to have fallen asleep, so she squatted beside her silently and peeked at her openly.

After falling asleep, Du Xiran lost her usual sharpness. Her facial features were coated with a soft glow under the light. Her hair was scattered, her cheeks were rosy, her lips were moist and bright red, her breathing was heavy, and her chest was heaving... Ye Nanning's face turned red.

She held her face with both hands to cool it down. Although she didn't have the heart to do so, she still woke Du Xiran up: "Boss Du, drink the hangover soup before going to bed."

Du Xiran's eyelids twitched a few times before he opened his eyes. He struggled to sit up but failed.

Ye Nanning hurriedly helped her up, but just as she was about to let go, she fell back onto the sofa. She had no choice but to hold her tightly, then fed her the hangover soup and said, "Boss Du, come on, drink some."

Du Xiran felt dizzy. When he saw the mouth of the bowl, he subconsciously opened his mouth and took a few sips. He drank too fast and choked because he turned his head too far.

Ye Nanning put the bowl down and picked up the spoon to feed her little by little.

Du Xiran drank for a while and regained some consciousness. He rubbed his temples and drank the soup while staring at Ye Nanning from the side, which made Ye Nanning a little nervous.

After finishing half a bowl, Du Xiran pushed away her spoon and struggled to take off her coat. The air conditioner at home was turned up high, and she had drunk some wine, so she was still very hot.

Ye Nanning let go of her hand briefly, took the bowl to the kitchen, and then returned to the sofa. She saw Du Xiran taking off her sweater, and at the same time pulling up her inner shirt a little, revealing her flat and slender belly.

Ye Nanning subconsciously covered her eyes, then quietly opened a crack to peek, while secretly cursing herself for being a pervert in her heart.

Du Xiran took off all her clothes except for a single piece of underwear, then she fell back on the sofa comfortably, half-closed her eyes, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Ye Nanning walked over to her and squatted down, saying softly, "Boss Du, how do you feel now? Are you still dizzy?"

After a while, Du Xiran slowly turned his head and looked at her quietly, his eyes were hazy and unclear.

Ye Nanning moved closer and asked, "Boss Du, do you want some more hangover soup? I'll get you some more."

Just as she was about to stand up, someone grabbed her arm. She looked down and saw Du Xiran looking up at her: "Don't leave. Just stay here... for a while."

"Okay." Ye Nanning squatted down beside her again, and their eyes met, neither of them looked away.

After an unknown amount of time, Du Xiran turned over and lay on his side facing her.

Ye Nanning's breath caught in her throat, and her eyes couldn't help but outline the curves of her body, and then fell on her face. She didn't dare to breathe heavily for fear of disturbing her.

At this time, Du Xiran reached out his hand and slowly stroked her cheek, his eyes sparkling and his voice softly: "What are you thinking about?"

Ye Nanning's heart suddenly felt numb and she could no longer hold back, blurting out, "I want to kiss you."

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