Hard to Deceive

Although according to Zheng Kejia's temperament that she can't hide anything, Wen Yifan never thought that nothing happened to her. But she hadn't thought about it. It hadn't been half an hour before Zheng Kejia had reported the matter.

Just after leaving the hospital, Wen Yifan received a call from Zhao Yuandong.

Zhao Yuandong’s voice followed the sound of electricity, and her tone was a bit hesitant: "A Jiang, I just heard Jiajia say that she saw you at the city hospital? Have you returned to Nanwu?"

Wen Yifan walked to the opposite bus stop, he hummed.

As soon as this sound fell, both of them became quiet.

Zhao Yuandong sighed, and said nothing more: "How long have you been back?"

Wen Yifan: "It didn't take long."

Zhao Yuandong: "Do you plan to settle down in Nanwu in the future?"

Wen Yifan paused for a few seconds, and honestly said, "I don't know."

"Then make a decision later, Nanwu is fine. You are alone outside, and mother is not at ease." Zhao Yuandong said, "Also, if you have a holiday during the Chinese New Year, go home and spend the New Year with your mother. Don't be alone. Been outside."

"Ok."

Zhao Yuandong babbled: "Nanwu has cooled down again recently. Remember to wear more clothes. Don't forget to eat because of your busy work. Treat yourself better, you know?"

Wen Yifan sat on the chair at the bus stop and listened absently: "Okay."

There was another long silence.

I don't know how long it took, Wen Yifan faintly heard a choke from the other end.

Her eyelashes moved.

"A Jiang," Zhao Yuandong's voice gradually became choked when she said this, "Mom knows that you blame me, I have really not fulfilled my responsibility as a mother in these past few days... Your dad, he's also blaming—"

"You can say anything," Wen Yifan interrupted her, "but can you not mention my dad."

"..."

Realizing that his emotions seemed to be coming up, Wen Yifan lowered his eyes again and immediately narrowed: "Don't cry, I'm having a good time. If I have time, I will go to your place."

Zhao Yuandong said nothing.

Wen Yifan smiled: "And your mother's responsibility is very good."

——It's just not to me.

Just as the bus came, Wen Yifan stood up, said goodbye to the other side, and hung up the phone. She got into the car, found a place to sit, and stared at the light and shadow that had been blurred out of the window as the car was driving.

Thoughts gradually emptied.

Slowly, little by little, digest all negative emotions.

It seems that there is an invisible hand that can hollow it out.

It's like, you can only pile it up and press it in an invisible place.

While getting off the bus.

Wen Yifan also adjusted his mood.

It may be that after sleeping long enough today, Wen Yifan was full of energy all day.

After she came out of the police station, she returned to the TV station and stayed in the editing room all afternoon listening to the simultaneous writing of the manuscript. After finishing writing, she continued to cut the film. After returning to the office, I finished writing many of the manuscripts I had accumulated before.

People around came and went, and gradually she was the only one left.

Looking at the time again, it is almost eleven o'clock.

Wen Yifan looked stunned, immediately got up to pack his things, and quickly left the unit. Because it was too late, there were few passers-by on the street, and the journey was quiet and heavy.

She trot to the subway station, panting, and caught up with the last subway amid the sound of the broadcast.

Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief.

The subway station at this point was not crowded, so Wen Yifan found a place to sit down.

She flipped through the phone.

Suddenly noticed that two hours ago, Zhao Yuandong transferred 3,000 yuan to her bank card.

Wen Yifan pursed his lips and turned back directly to her.

...

It was almost half past 11 when I got home.

She entered the door, hung her head and took off her shoes. When she raised her head, she happened to meet Sang Yan who was lying on the sofa.

"..."

Wen Yifan suddenly envied his life a bit.

When she went out, he was lying on the sofa.

After she returned from a busy day outside, he was still lying on the sofa.

Like a vagrant with nothing but money.

At this time, the TV in the living room was on, and there was a family ethics drama of unknown name.

Sang Yan didn't look up, probably just listening to background music. He was holding a game in his hand, and listening to the sound seemed to be playing a game. The volume of the mobile phone is also loud, mixing with the TV sound.

Wen Yifan didn't remind him.

I plan to take a shower first, and if his "sense of existence" is still so high after he comes out, send a WeChat message to let him stop a bit. Across the screen, it should be considered a little face for him.

Wen Yifan was about to walk to the room.

Sang Yan raised his eyes again and called her: "Hey."

Not knowing what kind of demon this young master is going to be, Wen Yifan stood still hesitantly: "What's the matter?"

Sang Yan's words came suddenly: "I am this person."

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

Sang Yan continued to play the game, while talking to her casually: "There is a problem."

"..."

Wen Yifan wanted to complain.

Are you only one?

"My security awareness is very strong. Before I go to bed, the door of the house must be locked." Sang Yan paused for a few seconds, then looked straight at her, "Otherwise I can't sleep."

His expression and the meaning in his words seemed to condemn her.

Because of her, it affected his normal rest

"I also have the habit of locking the door after I get home," Wen Yifan discussed with him. "If you are sleepy, go to bed first. If I arrive home later than you, I will lock the door. You don't have to worry about insecurity."

"What I'm talking about is," Sang Yan was lying halfway, looking up at her, but still looked arrogant, "Sleep, before."

"..." Wen Yifan reminded, "I told you clearly before we rented together. I often work overtime at work, which is very irregular. You also accepted it."

"Yes." Sang Yan said unhurriedly, "so you won't be back before ten o'clock, please tell me in advance."

silence.

Wen Yifan asked: "It's useful to just say it?"

"Of course not. This is considered our respect for each other." Sang Yan said in a hungry voice. "Otherwise, if you don't return all night, I won't be able to lock the door all night, and spend the night in fear and anxiety."

"..."

Wen Yifan really felt that he had a lot of things all day long.

Thinking is just a matter of one sentence, Wen Yifan did not argue with him: "Well, I will tell you in advance when I return later."

After speaking, she was about to go back to the room.

Sang Yan said again: "More."

Wen Yifan said with a good temper: "Is there anything else?"

"Business," Sang Yan said concisely, "help?"

"..."

Wen Yifan hadn't discussed this matter with Zhong Siqiao and the others. She wanted to refuse directly, but she thought of Sang Yan's twenty yuan. She swallowed back what she said, and changed her mouth: "Really only ninety-nine?"

"..."

In the end Sang Yan was relieved.

Give her the most friendly price.

-Eighty to ten percent off.

Wen Yifan didn't know what his nerves were, and he actually agreed.

Back to the room, Wen Yifan turned on the phone.

I happened to see Zhong Siqiao and Xiang Lang chatting in a small group of the three of them, and they were talking about the day after tomorrow's gathering. Wen Yifan's fingertips paused on the screen for a long time, extremely regretting that he had accepted the incident because of the flash of gratitude.

Wen Yifan bit his scalp: [Would you like to work overtime? 】

Zhong Siqiao: [Huh? Isn't that the one we went back to? 】

Zhong Siqiao: [Sang Yanna bar? 】

Wen Yifan: [Yes. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [Why go to that, I have been there once. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [I want to change one this time! 】

Xiang Lang: [Sang Yan? 】

Xiang Lang: [He has already opened a bar. 】

Wen Yifan: 【Because. 】

Wen Yifan: 【……】

Wen Yifan: [I will tell you something. 】

Xiang Lang: [What? 】

Zhong Siqiao: [Say. 】

Wen Yifan: [I told you about the roommate I found. 】

Wen Yifan: [It's Sang Yan. 】

"..."

The group seemed to be still in an instant.

Xiang Lang: [? 】

Zhong Siqiao: [? ? ? 】

Zhong Siqiao: [I rely on? ? ? Are you two living together? 】

Zhong Siqiao: [My impression of him is still stagnant when he asks you to take his coat back as a souvenir. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [How! What! Back! thing! 】

Zhong Siqiao: [like! real! trick! Come! 】

Wen Yifan: [I will tell you when I meet. 】

Wen Yifan: [Go? He said he would give us a friendship break. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [A discount, then I agree. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [How many fights? 】

Wen Yifan: 【……】

Wen Yifan: [Eight Nine. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [...]

Xiang Lang: [...]

Zhong Siqiao: [You tell him to go. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [Who is taken advantage of! A fool believes his friendship! ! ! 】

Wen Yifan: 【……】

Wen Yifan: [I agree. 】

Xiang Lang: [...]

Zhong Siqiao: [...]

Although they were all not interested in the offer offered by Sang Yan, they couldn't make Wen Yifan go back, and finally set the meeting place at the overtime bar.

Thursday night.

When Wen Yifan was about to go out, Sang Yan also happened to come out of the room. He changed his clothes and wore a dark windshield jacket, and he was pulling the zipper up his neck.

"We should be there after dinner," Wen Yifan was not sure if he helped stay on the stage, and offered to mention it, "I can tell the waiter my name then, right?"

Sang Yan glanced at her: "Repay me."

Wen Yifan said, "Thank you then."

Xiang Lang's call came in just then.

Wen Yifan picked it up and walked to the hallway to put on his shoes: "Are you here?"

"It's at the gate of your community," Xiang Lang's voice was clear, with a smile, "Don't let in, can you walk out by yourself? You can see us as soon as you come out."

"Okay." Wen Yifan said, "Then wait, I will come out now. Soon."

"It's okay, don't worry." Xiang Lang said, "You take your time."

"What's the hurry!" Zhong Siqiao's voice came over the phone, noisy, "Wen Yifan! You hurry up! I'm going to starve to death!"

"Then you bear it again," Wen Yifan took the key and smiled, "I will save your life now."

Walking out of the house, when Wen Yifan was about to close the door, he found that Sang Yan was going out too. He was standing behind her right now. She paused, nodded to him, then walked to the elevator room to wait for the elevator, and hung up the phone.

The sound of Sang Yan closing the door came from behind.

The two got into the elevator.

The elevator closes.

Wen Yifan pressed the "1" floor, stopped, and asked him, "Help you press negative one?"

Sang Yan stuck in his pocket and stood on the spot, leisurely saying: "No need."

Silence was restored.

When he reached the first floor, Wen Yifan walked out.

I don't know why he didn't drive out today, and Wen Yifan didn't care. Fearing that they had been waiting for a long time, she looked at the time, and her walking speed gradually accelerated.

Just out of the community.

Wen Yifan saw them both at a glance just as Xiang Lang said on the phone. She hasn't seen Xiang Lang in years, but his changes are not big.

Xiang Lang's appearance is rather delicate, wearing a long brown coat and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, looks gentle.

Zhong Siqiao stood beside him.

Both of them are outside the car at the moment.

Besides, there was a tall and strong man standing near them.

Wen Yifan took a look.

It's Su Haoan.

The three of them were chatting, and the atmosphere looked very warm.

Just as Wen Yifan wondered how Su Haoan would be here, he suddenly thought of Sang Yan who was not driving out today. She looked back subconsciously, and there was a distance between the two.

He just came out of the small door.

First discovered that Wen Yifan was Xiang Lang.

He smiled cheerfully and waved to Wen Yifan: "Yifan, come here."

Seeing Sang Yan behind, Su Haoan also said, "Did you two go out together?"

The eyes of the three people in front of him all fell on Wen Yifan.

"..."

Anyway, they all know about the two of them renting together, and Wen Yifan didn't consciously have anything, and said calmly: "Yes."

"Eh," Su Haoan actively invited, "Since we happened to ran into each other, let's have a meal together. Xiang Lang, do you remember that we were at the same table before!"

Xiang Lang smiled: "Remember."

Zhong Siqiao responded happily: "Then go and chant together, anyway, eat and eat."

"Well, let's get in the car first. It's weirdly cold outside." Su Haoan was thinking about going back to his car, and then changed his mind, "Then I won't drive, and I'm going to drink some alcohol. Car. I just stopped here. Xiang Lang, I got in your car."

Xiang Lang: "Sure."

While they were talking, Sang Yan came here. When passing by Wen Yifan, he paused, turned his head and slowly opened his mouth: "Although I know this is something worth showing off."

Wen Yifan: "?"

"But we are renting together," Sang Yan sighed, seemingly troubled, "You don't have to mention it when you meet."

"..."