Hard to Deceive

It's colder outside than when it came.

The only sweater that could keep warm was soaked and she put it in the bag. Walking to the door, Wen Yifan felt that his body was almost not his own. She opened the door, and subconsciously glanced to the other side.

At this time, the man at the door probably hasn't returned yet.

Usually it was two or three o'clock. When she was already in deep sleep, he would pass by her door with a smile and knock on the door panel twice maliciously. The strength is very heavy, like thunder in the middle of the night.

Then he returned to his house.

Do nothing.

It is irritating, but there is no way to solve it.

Wen Yifan told the landlord about this situation several times, but none seemed to be effective.

After locking the door, Wen Yifan boiled the pot of water, and sent a WeChat message to Zhong Siqiao by the way: [Here is home. 】

Zhong Siqiao's home is far from Shang'an, and he is still on the subway at this moment: [So fast? I still have several stations. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [Eh. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [I just gave a blow, and I remembered Sang Yan's behavior tonight. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [You said, Sang Yan was afraid that you would be cold, so I threw your coat? Then he was too embarrassed to say, and broke off a reason like that. 】

Wen Yifan pulled out a change of clothes from the closet. Seeing this sentence, she stopped: [Say something reliable. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [? 】

Zhong Siqiao: [I am not reliable! ! ! 】

Wen Yifan: [He is here to solve the problem. 】

Wen Yifan: [So it is probably because I am afraid that I will fall ill because of this, so I should ask him to squander the medical expenses. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [...]

Zhong Siqiao: [Then he can find someone to give you a coat. 】

Wen Yifan: [This is not an easy task in such a cold day. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [? 】

Wen Yifan reminded: [He may not be able to borrow. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [...]

A reminder of low battery just pops up.

Wen Yifan put the phone on the table to charge, and went into the bathroom. Taking off the makeup on her face a little bit, she stared at the face in the mirror, her movements suddenly stopped.

The pair of eyebrows that I saw not long ago flashed past my mind.

Wen Yifan cast his eyes down and absently tossed the cotton pad into the trash can.

Leaving aside the present, when he was most familiar with it before, Wen Yifan didn't know Sang Yan very well either. So she couldn't tell the difference, he pretended not to recognize her, or he did not recognize her.

It's like a coin toss game.

There are no clues, no guesses, only luck to get the result.

After all, in her opinion, these two possibilities.

It's all things he can do.

After drying his hair, Wen Yifan habitually turned on the computer and wrote a press release for a while. She didn't go back to bed until she started to feel sleepy and reached out to pull the phone on the table.

Not long after she entered the bathroom, Zhong Siqiao sent a few more messages: [Everything is possible, even if it doesn't, we can make up for it and make myself refreshed. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [I'm quite curious, how do you feel when you see Sang Yan now. 】

There was a gossip face behind him.

Wen Yifan thought for a while: [He is really handsome. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [...]

Zhong Siqiao: [Nothing? 】

Wen Yifan: [I haven't thought of anything else, I will tell you if I think of it. 】

Wen Yifan: [I went to bed first, so sleepy. 】

In all fairness, it feels deceptive to say that it really doesn't feel like. But she didn't think there was much to say, and she had to talk about it when she mentioned it. It's better to sleep more when there is time.

She threw the phone away and began to brew sleepiness.

With this sleep, Wen Yifan still slept extremely poorly without exception.

Has been in a state of half asleep and half awake, entangled in bizarre dreams. When I felt I was about to break free in the next second, and fell asleep completely, I was woken up by the idiot next door slapped on the door.

Pulling the quilt off the top of his head, Wen Yifan felt fierce all over.

Wen Yifan's temper is generally recognized as good, and he can solve everything without hurriedly, and his exposed emotions rarely fluctuate greatly.

It may be that people always have a channel to vent.

So she got up very badly.

Being awakened will lose your mind.

Not to mention the situation where she felt that she would fall asleep completely in the next second.

Wen Yifan tried to calm himself down, only hoping that people outside could quickly roll after a few shots as usual.

I don’t know that this time he seemed to have been attacked by an evil spirit. The knocking on the door continued, and his mouth was still burping: "Are you not awake? Pretty sister, please do me a favor, my toilet is broken... come here to wash it. A bath..."

Wen Yifan closed his eyes, got up and turned the camera out, adjusted the position, and recorded video in the direction of the door. Then, she picked up her mobile phone and directly dialed 110, clearly reporting the address and situation.

After such a toss, her last drowsiness disappeared completely.

In the middle of the night, living alone, harassed by drunk men outside the door.

Wen Yifan felt that under this situation, he should be afraid. But at this time, she only felt hot and tired, and she had no energy to share with other emotions.

Because there has been no response, the man had already returned home before the police arrived.

Wen Yifan showed the filmed footage to the police and asked to go to the police station to resolve the matter. Since the police had already made a noise, she never thought about reconciliation, planning to move out after the incident.

In the video, the door was shot violently, accompanied by the unconscious voice of the man. It looks crippled.

The police knocked on the opposite door.

After a while, the man opened the door and said impatiently, "Who!"

"We received the report," the policeman said, "to report you harassing the neighbor in the middle of the night."

"What kind of harassment." The man was silent for a few seconds, pretending to be unconscious, and his tone was not as aggressive as he had just been. "Comrade police, I just came back from a drink. I might have knocked on the wrong door when I was drunk. It's a misunderstanding. ."

The policeman sternly said: "The person also provided the video. You knocked on the wrong door and shouted that you want to go to someone's house to take a bath? Don't be **** with me here. Hurry up, follow us to the police station."

In this weather, the man only wore a close-fitting short sleeve, showing the majestic tiger tattoo on his arm. The figure is very strong, with muscles bulging out, like a wall.

The man explained a few more words, seeing that it was useless, and quickly gave up.

He raised his head, his eyes deep, staring at Wen Yifan who was standing behind the policeman.

Wen Yifan folded his arms against the edge of the door, looking back at him blankly. The emotions in his eyes were very cold, and there was no fear at all, but he seemed to be staring at something dirty.

...

At the police station.

The man killed him and said that he was drunk and talking nonsense. Wen Yifan clearly stated the situation during this period on the other side. But this matter did not cause her financial loss in detail, only caused her mental sensitivity and weakness.

In the end, the man was fined a few hundred dollars and detained for a few days.

Before leaving the police station, one of the old policemen kindly reminded her not to live in a group rented house.

This is not only the problem, there are other security risks.

Before the fire was caused by a certain group of rented houses overloaded with electricity, the Nanwu government has begun to pay attention to this matter, and will start to manage it when the policy is approved.

Wen Yifan nodded and thanked him.

It was already light outside.

She simply went back to the station.

After returning to Nanwu, Wen Yifan posted his resume to the "Communication" section of Nanwu TV Metropolitan Channel through social recruitment.

"Communication" is a livelihood news column in Taili. It mainly reports livelihood news in this city and surrounding counties and towns. The main purpose is to "pay attention to the lives of the people and convey the voice of the people."

Wen Yifan felt that he needed to be paid attention to this situation, thinking about whether to report this matter as a topic, and entered the office.

The light inside is on, but no one is there.

She went to the pantry to make a cup of coffee. She was really lacking energy right now, and she didn't even have an appetite for breakfast. But she couldn't sleep either, and started writing articles after reading the news app.

The whole day passed in a muddle-headed manner.

When the new intern Fu Zhuang went out for interviews with her, his expression was always hesitant, but finally he couldn't help but said, "Sister Yifan, did I do something wrong?"

Wen Yifan realized that he had been getting up for almost a day.

Wen Yifan didn't choose to work overtime for the first time until the news that was handed in was on the order, so he just packed up and left.

The temperature is low at night, and the cold wind is like a sharp ice blade, blowing across the ears.

Within a few steps, Wen Yifan received news from Zhong Siqiao.

Zhong Siqiao: [Wen Yifan, I am dead. 】

"..."

Wen Yifan: [? 】

Zhong Siqiao: [Me! Really! want! dead! Up! 】

Zhong Siqiao: [My bracelet is gone! 】

Zhong Siqiao: [My male **** gave it to me! I haven't worn it a few times! 】

Wen Yifan: [Didn't you find it? 】

Zhong Siqiao: [To TAT]

Zhong Siqiao: [I only found it at the company this morning. I thought it was at home, but I didn't find it after I got home. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [But I feel like I'm in the Sangyan Bar. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [Please help me to ask after get off work, I am too far to Shangan. 】

Wen Yifan: [OK. 】

Wen Yifan: [Don't worry too much. 】

Wen Yifan's brain seemed to be rusty, thinking dullly about the direction, and then he raised his foot again. Fortunately, Fallen Street is not far from here, it takes only seven or eight minutes to get there.

Go inside and find the "Overtime" bar.

She walked in.

Unlike last night's style, the position on the round stage was replaced by a rock band, and the music was so heavy that it made ears numb. The lights in the bar are dim, the atmosphere is high, and the colorful lights flash past.

Wen Yifan walked to the bar.

Inside it was the yellow-haired bartender last time.

Wen Yifan shouted to him: "Hello."

The bartender smiled: "Good evening, ma'am. What would you like to drink?"

Wen Yifan shook his head and said straightforwardly: "When I came with a friend yesterday, I dropped a bracelet. I wonder if you found it?"

Hearing this, the bartender seemed to recognize her, and immediately nodded: "Yes, wait a minute."

"Okay, trouble you."

Wen Yifan stood there waiting.

Watching the bartender open the drawer on one side, flipping inside. Then he opened the other side and turned over again. He stopped suddenly, raised his head and waved in a certain direction, and shouted, "Yu Zhuo."

The waiter who was called "Yu Zhuo" came over: "Eh. Brother Xiaohe, what's the matter?"

Wen Yifan looked over.

At a glance, she recognized the waiter who spilled wine on her yesterday.

The bartender wondered, "Didn't I accept the bracelet you picked up yesterday? Why didn't I find it."

"Ah? That bracelet..." Yu Zhuo was also dumbfounded, and then suddenly remembered, "Oh, yes. When Brother Yan came down to take the clothes, he took the bracelet away."

"..."

Thinking that he had heard it wrong, Wen Yifan was taken aback and couldn't help but uttered, "What?"

Yu Zhuo repeated subconsciously: "Brother Yan took it."

"..."

This time Wen Yifan heard it clearly, and he couldn't believe it.

The owner of such a bar.

Actually, he blatantly took the property left by the guests accidentally as his own.

The bartender obviously didn't know about this, and he looked inexplicable: "Why did Brother Yan take it? Where did he go? Wasn't he still there just now?"

Yu Zhuo looked like a natural daze: "I don't know."

Quiet for a moment.

The bartender looked back at Wen Yifan with a little embarrassment: "Sorry, the boss here is usually in charge of the lost property. Or you can leave your contact information first, or you can wait for a while, I will contact the boss now."

Wen Yifan didn't want to stay here for too long. He felt that it would be the same if he came to pick it up tomorrow: "It's okay, I'll leave the contact information."

"Okay." The bartender drew a business card to her from the side, "You can write it on it."

Wen Yifan lowered his head and wrote a string of numbers on it, and handed it back to him: "Then please help me find it again. If you find it, just call this number—"

The words are not over yet.

The business card was suddenly taken away from behind.

Wen Yifan turned around unexpectedly.

I saw Sang Yan standing behind her, very close, as if confining her. He was born thin, tall and handsome, and turned his head slightly at this moment, and glanced at the business card lightly.

Then, meet her eyes.

The feasting scene, the deafening music, and the mixed aroma of tobacco and sandalwood.

The man's brows and eyes are naturally cold, but at the moment they are a little bit ridiculous.

Familiar but unfamiliar eyes.

It seemed to recognize her.

Suddenly.

The corners of his lips were loosened, and he said with a smile, "Don't give up?"

Wen Yifan was stunned when he didn't understand what he said.

Sang Yan casually threw the business card back in front of her, and slowly stood up straight, pulling away from her.

"Come here to leave contact information?"