Hard to Deceive

At the same time, Su Haoan has opened the door of the back seat of the car.

He caught a glimpse of Wen Yifan and Sang Yan who were standing still, and he urged: "Why are you two standing there? Let's talk about anything if you get in the car."

Wen Yifan retracted his eyes: "Here."

Xiang Lang's car has only five seats, and only two seats in the back are left.

Wen Yifan walked to the door on her side and stretched out his hand to open it.

Before she could sit in, Sang Yan had already taken a step ahead of her, raising his hand against the car window. He stopped, lowered his eyes and glanced at her, raised his eyebrows and said, "Thank you."

"..."

As if she was a tool specializing in helping open doors.

Wen Yifan watched him sit in the center of the back seat, and on the other side inward was Su Haoan. Zhong Siqiao was sitting in the position of the co-pilot, looking at her side at this time: "Fanfan, get in the car."

She responded and got in the car.

As soon as the car door was closed, Su Haoan immediately wentssiping with a smile on his face: "What are you two talking about, can you let me listen to it too?"

Wen Yifan glanced at Sang Yan's face and said honestly: "He told me not to show off everywhere."

Zhong Siqiao answered: "Don't show off anything?"

Wen Yifan: "It's a shared lease with him."

"..."

The space in the car is closed, and the atmosphere seems to be stagnant.

After several seconds, the silence was broken by Su Haoan's swear word.

"Fuck me."

"Big brother, I know you are shameless, but you can't be so shameless, right?" Su Haoan said, "Wen Yifan, you don't have to pay attention to him. He is a low-mouthed person, and he has a virtue when he was in high school. Normal people will converge when they are older, but this is impossible for him, he will only get cheaper and cheaper—"

Sang Yan tilted his head and said suddenly: "You are in a good mood today."

Upon hearing this, Su Haoan immediately silenced.

Zhong Siqiao hehehe: "Sang Yan is still so humorous."

Xiang Lang turned the steering wheel, and Wen Sheng added: "Yi Fan only told us two, don't worry."

Sang Yan raised his eyelids lightly, not talking.

Wen Yifan glanced in the direction of Sang Yan.

In fact, every time she listened to these words of Sang Yan, she didn't feel anything.

At most, there is only a feeling of silence and choking.

The first reaction in my mind is.

Wow.

It turns out that her words can still be misinterpreted into this meaning.

Or is it.

Awesome.

Such words can be said without changing their faces.

So when Wen Yifan just recounted it, he didn't have any emotions and didn't think too much. She was too lazy to make up words, and felt that since he could say it, he shouldn't mind letting others know these words.

Just tell the truth directly.

But at this moment, she inexplicably felt a sense of guilty conscience that she was making a small report.

"By the way, Wen Yifan." Su Haoan said, "I still have to apologize to you when I mention this. I thought that the contract for this house was signed by each tenant separately, and I didn't understand this. The process of co-leasing. I thought I had negotiated with the original tenant and just moved in."

Wen Yifan turned to look at him.

Sang Yan sat between the two of them, as if they were air, and didn't participate in the topic at all.

Su Haoan: "So when Sang Yan asked me to find a house, I gave him the key directly. I'm so embarrassed to be scared of you when I heard who said that. You make up for it."

Wen Yifan asked subconsciously: "Then who?"

Su Haoan was silent for a while: "Just Wang Linlin."

His reaction seemed to be awkward with Wang Linlin. This matter was turned over on Wen Yifan's side a long time ago. She didn't care about it, and didn't intend to interfere with other people's affairs: "It's okay, this matter has been resolved very well. You just need to pay more attention to such things in the future. "

Zhong Siqiao turned his head: "Hey, you told me before that your co-leasing roommate is your colleague, and his name is Wang Linlin, right?"

Wen Yifan: "Yes."

Xiang Lang: "Then Su Haoan, how do you know Wang Linlin too?"

"..." Su Haoan said, "My ex-girlfriend."

Zhong Siqiao was surprised: "Is it such a coincidence?"

Wen Yifan was also a little surprised because of the word "front".

Xiang Lang smiled: "Then when you gave Sang Yan the key, did you know that the other roommate is Fan?"

Su Haoan sighed and pretended to say: "How can I know this."

"That's it. But I didn't expect that Sang Yan would be willing to share a rent with someone." Xiang Lang looked back in the rearview mirror and pointed out, "I heard that you have opened a bar now, which is quite profitable. "

As one of the bosses, Su Haoan was trying to say "It's okay" in a low-key and ostentatious way.

But before he could speak, Sang Yan had long ears and mouth this time, and his tone still owed to the ground.

"No."

"..."

A group of people came to a hot pot restaurant that was very popular recently.

Xiang Lang booked a table in advance, but didn't know he would meet Su Haoan and Sang Yan, so the store arranged for them a table for four. There is a long bench on each side of the table, and one person is spacious, but the two are a bit crowded.

But there is no other place in the store, I can only squeeze it.

The two girls were small and sat in a row. The other three men sat in a row.

On the other side of Wen Yifan is Xiang Lang, and on the opposite side is Sang Yan.

Xiang Lang rolled up his sleeves, chatting with Su Haoan, and pouring tea for the others thoughtfully.

Wen Yifan picked up the cup and took a sip. Upon seeing this, Zhong Siqiao patted her arm and said amused: "You put it here, it's not for you to drink, wait for me to help you iron the dishes."

It just so happened that Xiang Lang had already scalded his bowl and chopsticks with tea. He habitually pushed in front of Wen Yifan, exchanged a pair of dishes with her, and said casually: "We are both the same. I have been abroad for a long time, and I don't have this habit."

Very natural movement.

Sang Yan stared at him for two seconds, then quickly retracted his gaze.

Noting Xiang Lang's actions, Su Haoan said with a grin: "What do you do like taking care of your girlfriend."

"Almost, we both have this habit." Zhong Siqiao said naturally, "Wen Yifan used to scald himself, causing us to be frightened when seeing her take the boiling water. After that, either I will help her or Xiang Lang will help her."

Su Haoan suddenly realized: "Oh, I almost forgot. You three grew up together?"

Wen Yifan: "From kindergarten is a class."

"Hey, I suddenly remembered something," Zhong Siqiao began to laugh before he even said it. "Wen Yifan had a nickname called Wendiandian when he was in elementary school."

"Huh?" Su Haoan asked, "Why?"

"Because, on the first day of the first grade, the teacher asked us to write our own names in the notebook." Xiang Lang also smiled, "But Yifan was very slow in learning things. At that time, he only wrote his own last name. I can think of those two points in my name."

"So during the first time of school, she wrote her own name every time," Zhong Siqiao made a stroke, "Wen Dian."

"..." Wen Yifan was a little embarrassed and lowered his head to drink water.

Su Haoan was stunned, then laughed for a long time. When he laughs, there is always something wrong with shooting people. The injured person is still Sang Yan next door to him: "Damn, I laughed to death."

Sang Yan looked very upset, and said coldly, "Are you sick?"

"Why are you so bad-tempered?" Su Hao'an closed his hands and sighed, "I am quite envious of you. The dog I have known the longest is Sang Yan. But you understand his character. I also blame the pain. of."

Hearing the word "pain", Wen Yifan felt amused, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

This situation reminded her of the first meeting of the two.

Wen Yifan raised his eyes.

It happened to collide with Sang Yan Liangliang's eyes.

"..."

Wen Yifan blinked, lowered his head calmly, and slightly converged.

...

The next meal was exceptionally harmonious.

When Su Haoan is there, he will not be cold. Most of the time he is talking, and he basically solves things. Two things were going on at the same time, and he didn't delay anything at all.

Wen Yifan only ate some symbolically.

She rarely eats dinner.

At first, it was because she had a small appetite and could hardly feel hungry, so she didn't remember to eat when she was busy. When she was at home on the rest day, she didn't bother to make it, so she didn't eat it at all.

But when interviewing outside, she puts a lot of energy bars in her bag to replenish physical strength.

After the meal, the group drove to Fallen Street to the overtime bar like a hair salon. The familiar black signboard exudes a distinctive atmosphere in this colorful place.

Into the bar.

There was heavy metal music playing in the store, and it was like a heat wave upon entering the door.

Sang Yan walked in the direction of the bar, seemingly planning to part ways with them from here, but only lost a word.

"You take them up."

But after not taking a few steps, Su Haoan was dragged by Su Haoan: "No, why are you going? Meet the old classmates, let's talk a little longer. Also, you **** face the bar at the bar, we can still have business ?"

"..."

Su Haoan took them to the deck in the middle of the second floor.

The sofa is placed in a "U" shape. The location is similar to the one during the meal, with two girls sitting in the middle, Sang Yan and Su Haoan sitting on the left, and Xiang Lang on the other side.

But at this time it became Sang Yan sitting next door to her, with Xiang Lang next to Zhong Siqiao.

As soon as he sat down, Sang Yan leaned back in the chair. It's like no bones, nothing sitting. He was wearing a high-necked windshield jacket, slightly covering his chin, looking extremely tired.

Wen Yifan pulled out the phone, thinking about the time to go home in his heart.

At this moment, Zhong Siqiao leaned in her ear and whispered: "Sister, you and Sang Yan are renting together, will you have a miserable life?"

She paused: "Why do you ask?"

"I haven't seen him laugh once during the whole meal. It looks like someone owes him eight million." Entering the bar, Zhong Siqiao continued, "What's wrong with him? Has something bad happened?"

Wen Yifan quickly glanced at Sang Yan's expression: "Isn't this normal?"

Zhong Siqiao: "..."

Su Haoan asked the waiter to bring drinks, and by the way, he took five sets of dice cups and a set of truth or dare. He opened a can of beer and took a sip: "Let's play big talk dice. Whoever loses will drink alcohol, or punish the truth or dare, how about?"

"Okay." As he said, Xiang Lang looked at them, "But will you?"

"Of course it will." Zhong Siqiao scolded with a smile, "Who do you look down on."

Wen Yifan said honestly: "I won't."

Su Haoan: "Then try to play a few rounds first, and when the game is smooth, there will be punishments, okay?"

After speaking, he noticed the position and immediately said with sympathy: "Wen Yifan, you have to be careful. This dog Sang Yan is very good at playing this. Every time he gets stuck with the numbers, no one dares to open him. So His next home will be driven miserably."

The rule of this game is that everyone looks at the dice in their dice cup after rolling the dice. Call the numbers in clockwise order, choose one of the number of dice or points to increase, and the next one must report higher than the previous one.

From the next home to the home, the other companies feel that the numbers reported by the other party are really outrageous, and they can also choose to skip. But if you skip and lose, you have to double the penalty.

There are five people on the court, so Su Haoan stipulated that he bid from seven dice.

Wen Yifan played a few rounds before gradually understanding the gameplay. But she played very badly. At the beginning of the official round, she was very cautious because of Su Haoan's words, adding one to the amount that Sang Yan said every time.

first round.

Su Haoan called 14 6s.

Sang Yan opened the dice cup in front of him, lifted his chin towards him, and lazily said, "Open."

"..."

Su Haoan drank wine.

second round.

The third round.

The fourth round.

It's just seven or eight rounds.

Wen Yifan was surprised to find that he followed Sang Yan's shout, and he had never lost a round. On the contrary, Su Haoan, who was sitting at Sang Yan's home, was driven several times by him, and even drank several glasses of wine.

In the ninth round, Wen Yifan was driven by Zhong Siqiao. She hesitated and chose a big adventure.

Zhong Siqiao helped her draw a big adventure card.

——State an advantage of each opposite **** present.

"..."

Wen Yifan raised his eyes and said to Xiang Lang first: "Careful."

Let me say Su Haoan: "Enthusiasm."

Finally, say Sang Yan.

She stared at his face, and she must say an advantage that made him not narcissistic. She held it back for a long time before she held it: "...rich."

"..."

Sang Yan stared at her, and the corners of her lips twitched, as if sneered.

Tenth round.

Xiang Lang lost and chose the truth.

——Mention one thing that makes you feel very sorry.

"That should be—" Xiang Lang groaned, and sighed softly, "Go abroad to study. Otherwise, I should have reported to Yihe University with Yifan, and I had already decided to report for clinical medicine."

"..."

Wen Yifan was about to say something.

at this time.

Sang Yan already shook the dice cup and said lightly: "Go on."

Wen Yifan's words stuck in his throat, and he looked over.

His profile looked a little cold in the dark light, his head hung slightly, and his body bowed slightly. His face was half-bright and half-dark, and black hair scattered in front of his forehead, and his expression was not clear.

Wen Yifan lowered his eyes and took a sip of his wine.

Fifteenth round.

The numbers kept shouting, and when it was Su Haoan's turn, it had reached 15 fives.

Sang Yan did not open.

Wen Yifan was a little nervous.

After all, it was his turn after he shouted.

Sang Yan stared at the dice cup, remained silent for a while, then raised his eyes to Wen Yifan. His eyelids are thin, his pupils are as dark as ink, and he can't see what he is thinking.

"18 5s."

Su Haoan was so excited that he stood up and slapped the table hard: "Go!"

"..."

"You are really outrageous! Are you stupid to drink and drink? 18, stupid all drive you!"

With the leprosy, there are 17 5s on the field.

It happened to be one less shouting than Sang Yan.

Double the penalty.

Sang Yan chose a truthful word, plus a glass of wine.

Su Haoan enthusiastically helped him draw a card.

——The city where I went by plane recently.

"..."

Su Haoan frowned, so angry that he wanted to tear the card: "Damn, you're a **** hard loser, what a problem!"

Sang Yan poured a glass of wine on his own, and then drank all the wine in the glass. His Adam's apple slid up and down and paused for several seconds, as if a little lost. Then, he uttered two words without any waves.

"Yihe."