Hard to Deceive

Wen Yifan subconsciously let out a subconscious voice, and then glanced in the direction of the drink, only then did he notice what was wrong. But she has always been like this when going out to dinner with others, always listening to other people's arrangements.

Don't mind being the last one.

Normally, the orderer will ask her opinion politely.

Wen Yifan has never encountered it before, as Zheng Kejia directly showed that she is a situation that can be treated casually.

Wen Yifan has never paid much attention to such trivial matters, and he didn't even feel anything wrong just now. But it was strange, there was a strange feeling inexplicably at the moment.

She licked the corner of her lower lip and looked down at the menu like a cover.

There are not many dishes in this restaurant. The menu is a fold-out, sealed with plastic film. The drinks are located in the lower right corner of the back, and there are not many varieties. In addition to the drinks on the market, there are also several drinks unique to this store.

Wen Yifan looked at it for a while, but didn't have any interest: "You pick it, I just drink water."

Sang Yan had the dishes and chopsticks hot, and pushed him in front of her.

"No need to add anything else?"

Wen Yifan nodded, stared at the bowl and chopsticks in front of him, and handed him the menu back.

Sang Yan poured water into the glass and scanned the menu and the dishes that had already been ordered. In the end he didn't add anything, and put the menu back to the center of the table.

After a brief silence, the table became lively again.

The rest of the people talked with each other and spoke to Sang Yan from time to time.

Mostly gossip, and occasionally talk about work. Wen Yifan didn't know the person they were talking about, nor did he know anything about this field. She didn't listen much, and drank water slowly.

Wen Yifan suddenly realized something.

So Sang Yan pushed the company's dinner party to have this meal with her?

Thinking of this, Wen Yifan looked in the direction of Sang Yan, but met Zheng Kejia again. Her expression seemed a little uneasy, with a little embarrassment, as if someone had said something to her.

Wen Yifan moved his eyes away and faced Sang Yan's profile.

Noting her gaze, Sang Yan quickly looked over: "What?"

"Nothing." Wen Yifan lowered his head and continued to drink water.

Sang Yan still stared at her, and suddenly smiled: "Hey, don't want to fool around."

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

Sang Yan's eyes were dark and light, with a natural meaning, as if this dinner had nothing to do with him. He pulled his lower lip lightly, and said cynically, "This meal doesn't count."

...

At the end of dinner, Wen Yifan got up and went to the toilet.

Wen Yifan came out of the compartment and turned on the faucet to wash his hands. Looking at herself in the mirror, she lowered her eyes, took out the cushion and lipstick from her bag, and was about to add makeup when she caught a glimpse of Zheng Kejia entering the toilet.

Zheng Kejia stopped for a while, walked over and stood next to her.

Wen Yifan's movements didn't stop, and he started to touch up makeup in front of the mirror.

Zheng Kejia seemed to just come to wash his hands. She squeezed the hand sanitizer and said, "I didn't expect to meet you here today. Did you know our manager before?"

Wen Yifan hummed perfunctorily.

"Just now, my colleague told me that I felt that I didn't give the manager face, so I would treat the people he brought with me so casually." Zheng Kejia frowned slightly and whispered, "I don't mean this, then you just don't pick it. ?"

Wen Yifan rubbed the traces of lipstick from the corners of his lips with his fingertips.

Zheng Kejia: "I just thought not to waste, I ordered all the points."

Wen Yifan said casually: "Then why don't you drink it yourself?"

Zheng Kejia choked: "I don't like it. You weren't all..." Before the words were finished, Zheng Kejia was silent in time and changed his words: "Can you explain something to the manager? I'm afraid I will offend him. The internship period will not pass."

Wen Yifan smiled: "You think too much."

"Then I'm afraid? You can help me." Zheng Kejia also made a red mouth, with a charming voice, with a little envy, "By the way, is the manager chasing you?"

"..." Wen Yifan wondered how this matter could be upside down, "No."

"Then you haven't started chasing? Are you still in the ambiguous period? Anyway, he must be interesting to you. I originally planned to chase him, tall, handsome, cool and rich, or my boss..." Speaking of which, Zheng Kejia He curled his lips, "But looking at you two, I think it's fine. I don't want to be able to catch up after posting upside down. My conditions are not bad."

Wen Yifan's action stopped: "Is he interested in me?"

"Does this need to be asked? Are you deliberately making me unhappy?" Zheng Kejia was speechless, "He treats you too differently from others. Although I don't want to admit it, I don’t have your face. What is the odds."

Wen Yifan was silent, as if thinking about something.

"Forget it, it's nothing great." Zheng Kejia stroked her hair and dignified herself down the steps. "I'm not interested in this kind of stinky face. I have to coax when we are together, then I must be spoiled. That one."

Wen Yifan just finished his makeup, and walked out: "Well, I'll go back first."

Zheng Kejia followed: "Let's chant."

Wen Yifan is still pondering what Zheng Kejia said just now.

As we walked, Zheng Kejia remembered something: "Hey, let's add a WeChat account. I have always wanted to contact you before, and you have been ignorant of adding your WeChat account."

Wen Yifan didn't say a word.

"How long have you not contacted your mother? Because you ignored her, she has been in a bad mood during this time." Zheng Kejia said, "The relationship between you two is like this, and the main responsibility lies with me. You don't have to blame her."

Wen Yifan found it funny after hearing this: "Then why should I add your WeChat?"

Zheng Kejia frowned: "Don't I want to talk to you?"

Wen Yifan said softly: "There is nothing to say."

"Do you have to be like this?" I feel that I have been so good, but I can't get a good face. Zheng Kejia is also a little unhappy. "It's not that serious, right? As for your daughter, my stepdaughter is not right. She is fine."

"That's true." Wen Yifan smiled, puns, "You are more like a daughter than me."

Zheng Kejia quickly reflected what she meant. In an instant, her arrogance disappeared, her lips moved, but she couldn't say a word.

In all fairness, Wen Yifan actually doesn't have much feeling for Zheng Kejia.

It's impossible to like it, but it's not annoying.

After all, she always felt that although Zheng Kejia was the fuse, the main reason was Zhao Yuandong's repeated inaction.

The two were born in the same restructured family, but their personalities were completely different.

Destiny seems to start here, with a fork in the road, leading them to different life trajectories.

Wen Yifan fell into the mud from heaven, was rejected by his new family, and lived a prudent life under the fence. From then on, she had no qualifications to be arrogant, she did not fight or grab anything, nor did she dare to do anything wrong.

And the girl in front of her was loved by her father without a bottom line, and her stepmother loved her like a biological mother. She had never experienced any suffering, and even the troubles were sweet.

At this age, she is still a little princess who can't understand the winks of others and has no emotional intelligence.

Almost back to position.

Wen Yifan lowered his voice, and finally said: "So she has nothing to lose, right?"

"..."

"Don't you still have a daughter?"

As soon as she returned to her seat, Sang Yan turned her head and looked at her up and down: "Alright?"

Wen Yifan nodded.

Hearing this, Sang Yan stood up: "Let's go, then." Then, he looked at the others and said casually: "You continue to eat, we have something to do, let's go."

"Wait!" The tin foil stood up immediately and took out the phone, "We haven't taken pictures yet! Come on, take a few pictures at random, otherwise there will be no material for posting to Moments later."

"..."

Sang Yan was a little impatient, but still sat back.

Wen Yifan leaned in his ear and asked in a low voice: "Then should I avoid it?"

"Avoid what? Sit down." Sang Yan glanced at her, "Do you know what your role is?"

"Ok?"

His tone was not serious, and his tone was slightly dragged: "Set me off."

"..."

Wen Yifan didn't care about him, sitting upright, staring at the direction of the camera. The expression on her face was faint, showing the usual smile when taking pictures. After tens of seconds, the tin foil was hot and put down the phone.

"alright, alright."

When the voice fell, Sang Yan also got up.

Wen Yifan politely said goodbye to the others and followed Sang Yan. She glanced at the time and asked, "Are we going home now?"

The two left the shop.

Sang Yan glanced at the small business district next door: "Watch a movie."

She didn't ask for her opinion at all, as if she was sure she would not refuse, and made a decision directly. Wen Yifan fell silent, and naturally answered: "What movie to watch?"

Sang Yan gave her the phone: "You pick it."

Wen Yifan flipped through the movies that were released recently, but there are quite a few, and the ratings are quite high. She looked at the introduction, struggling between a disaster film and a horror film.

At this moment, Sang Yan asked suddenly: "You have a bad relationship with your stepsister?"

Wen Yifan continued to struggle, and incidentally answered honestly: "Yes."

Sang Yan has never seen anyone with this "no temper": "Why."

"Because it is to reorganize the family." Wen Yifan replied concisely and answered almost perfunctorily. After speaking, she immediately broke the topic and handed him the phone to watch, "This disaster movie, and this horror movie, which one do you want to watch?"

Sang Yan stared at her for a few seconds, but did not respond.

Wen Yifan still did not continue the topic just now, and asked again: "Which one do you want to see?"

Then, she raised her head and ran into his eyes, and soon dropped her eyes.

Sang Yan was silent for a while, and glanced at random: "Disaster film."

Wen Yifan: "Okay, then I will pick a position. Sit in the back row?"

"Ok."

The topic seems to be divorced.

Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief, and stopped thinking about the mess at home. She was about to click into the ticket purchase interface of the disaster movie, and suddenly remembered how Sang Yan had chosen this without hesitation.

Later, Wen Yifan remembered his fear of ghosts.

She hesitated for a while, hesitated, quit, and switched to the horror movie.

I don't know if I am obsessed with my heart or desire, the next operation of Wen Yifan is extremely smooth. When she arrived at the payment interface, she handed him the phone without changing her face: "Okay."

Sang Yan didn't doubt that he lost the payment password without seeing it.

Wen Yifan picked the most recent game, and there was only half an hour left before the opening. The two went directly to the floor where the cinema was located. After collecting the tickets, they waited outside to enter the venue.

Through this gap, Sang Yan glanced at the movie ticket. Noting the name of the movie, he paused, then took out the comparison of the ticket purchase records on the phone, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "The horror movie you bought?"

"..." Hearing this, Wen Yifan pretended to look at his mobile phone, and it took a few seconds to react, "I seem to have bought it wrong."

Sang Yan turned his head to look at her, with a sense of scrutiny in his eyes.

Wen Yifan looked back, his expression not half-hearted.

After a long time, Sang Yan let out a meaningful "Oh".

It feels a bit like being caught, making Wen Yifan's calm and watery mood instantly make waves. After dealing with it, she gradually regretted her behavior a little bit, after all, thinking about it seriously, this was something Sang Yan was afraid of.

It seems not so good.

Thinking of this, Wen Yifan suggested: "How about buying it again? I'll transfer the money to you."

Sang Yan: "No."

It just so happened that the ticket check-in began.

Wen Yifan's inner guilt became more and more obvious, his head was crushed by a heavy stone. After sitting in her seat, she hesitated again and again, but still called him: "Sang Yan."

Sang Yan: "Say."

"If you are afraid for a while," although the result is the same, the purpose of Wen Yifan's present proposal is definitely not as impure as the original purpose, "I can protect you."

Sang Yan's expression was a bit stunned: "What is it?"

Wen Yifan licked his lips and did not continue.

After a few seconds, thinking of the cause and effect, Sang Yan seemed to finally understand something. He laughed out loud, his shoulders and chest trembling slightly, as if he felt extremely funny, and he also brought out a shallow breath when he laughed.

Under this dim light, Wen Yifan also faintly saw the pear vortex on his lips.

She was a little embarrassed: "I bought it wrong..."

"Okay." Sang Yan reluctantly stopped his smile and said calmly, "I underestimated you."

At the same time, the movie started playing.

Wen Yifan pretended not to hear, raising his eyes and staring at the screen.

The entire movie lasts an hour and a half.

Occasionally when Wen Yifan sees the key point, Sang Yan next door will suddenly approach her ear, and say with a breathless voice, "It's terrible."

"..."

Otherwise it is: "Why? Don't come to account yet—"

Speaking of this, he stopped very deliberately and changed his words intentionally: "Protect me?"

After a movie, Wen Yifan felt that he had watched everything, but it seemed that he hadn't watched anything. In short, there was no memory point, and Sang Yan's words that seemed provocative and flirting reverberated in his mind.

She couldn't even tell whether Sang Yan was afraid or not.

On the way home, Wen Yifan remembered Zheng Kejia's words again.

Although Wen Yifan felt that Sang Yan seemed a little different to her before. But also worried that this was just her own passionate thoughts. But from the perspective of an onlooker, it seems to be the same.

I also feel that Sang Yan has a good impression of her.

Then it means that the feeling during this period of time should not be regarded as her illusion.

Following the reflection of the window, Wen Yifan saw the corners of his lips curled up.

She blinked, but she didn't converge.

After arriving home.

Wen Yifan remembered the group photo in the grilled fish shop. Before entering the room, she asked: "Can you send me the photo taken today?"

Sang Yan was sitting on the sofa looking at the phone.

Hearing this, he turned off the screen and said idlely: "I don't have one."

Wen Yifan nodded, but didn't force it.

...

The next day, Wen Yifan went to work in the company.

As soon as she turned on the computer, Su Tian also arrived at the company, and habitually asked her about her progress.

Speaking of this topic with Su Tian again, Wen Yifan had a little bit of confidence. But she didn't know what to do next, so she simply asked the opinion of the senior in love.

Su Tian touched his chin: "That feels almost confession."

Wen Yifan: "...is it so fast?"

"It's not fast." Su Tian said, "It's just a relationship, and it's not about getting married right away. If you are still worried that it is just an illusion, you can wait for the other party to take the initiative?"

Thinking of his avoiding attitude when Sang Yan asked a question yesterday, Wen Yifan just shook his head.

Su Tian thought her attitude was a bit strange: "How do I feel that you are particularly trembling to this King of Duck? You always look forward and backward for everything."

Wen Yifan smiled: "Do I have one?"

"Yes." Su Tian enlightened her, "You don't need to think too much, just fall in love! It's not a big deal!"

Wen Yifan hummed and continued to type on the keyboard.

"I know."

Between the two, it seemed that only the unspotted film was left.

Wen Yifan didn't know what he was panicking.

Maybe, I don’t know if he minds the past, and I don’t know how to talk to him about his past that he doesn’t want to mention;

Or perhaps, she didn't know whether the result would be closeness or permanent alienation after piercing.

So even if she desires to take a step closer, she would rather shrink temporarily.

I just hope that the time spent with him will be longer.

Two weeks later, Wen Yifan suddenly received a notice that he was going to Beiyu City on a business trip. Because the tunnel collapsed suddenly, causing heavy losses. As soon as the incident came out, it also caused heated discussions on the Internet, causing a lot of noise.

Wen Yifan went home immediately to pack his luggage.

Sang Yan happened to be at home because it was a rest day.

Seeing her anxious look, Sang Yan suddenly guessed the reason. Before she left, Sang Yan asked: "Go to Beiyu? When will you be back?"

Because there is a follow-up investigation, Wen Yifan is not so sure: "Should it be two or three weeks?"

"Oh."

I don't know if he can come back before his birthday, Wen Yifan wants to say something but dare not promise. She picked up her luggage and walked to the hallway. When she was about to go downstairs to meet Qian Weihua, Sang Yan suddenly said, "Hey."

Wen Yifan looked back.

"Come back early," Sang Yan said seriously and casually, "I have something to tell you."

"..." Wen Yifan stopped and looked back at him, "Can't you say it now?"

"Now I said it." Sang Yan was playing with his phone, raising his eyebrows and smiling, "I'm afraid you don't want to work hard."

...

Wen Yifan got into Qian Weihua's car with Mu Chengyun in the back seat. She greeted the two of them, then fastened her seat belt, thinking absently what Sang Yan had said.

Feeling he said that, she couldn't concentrate even more.

Wen Yifan flipped through the phone and quickly put it down.

It takes about three hours to drive from Nanwu to Beiyu. It was getting dark now, fearing that Qian Weihua would feel tired, Wen Yifan planned to take turns with him, planning to take a rest first.

Not long after closing my eyes, the phone vibrated.

Wen Yifan picked it up, and the new friend in the address book lit up with a red dot. She clicked and saw that it was Zheng Kejia again. When she was about to exit directly, she suddenly saw her remarks.

[Send you photos, dinner together. 】

Wen Yifan thought for a while, and then agreed.

A string of ellipsis was immediately sent over there: [...]

Zheng Kejia: [I have added you hundreds of times and you have no response at all. You can say that you give photos in seconds. 】

Zheng Kejia: [You are too realistic. 】

After half a minute.

Zheng Kejia sent five photos.

The background is all the same, it seems that the foil was hot and took five consecutive pictures.

Wen Yifan clicked to see.

In the photo, her hair is randomly scattered behind her shoulders, her slap-sized face, and her complexion is as white as paper. When you smile, the corners of your eyes will bend slightly, and the gorgeous eyebrows will become softer.

Sang Yan, who was sitting next to her, didn't look at the camera. She was staring at her quietly, her lips curled slightly.

Wen Yifan's breathing paused briefly.

She slid back down and looked at the remaining four photos.

Five photos.

It lasted about half a minute.

Sang Yan in the photo never looked at the camera.

——Looking at her.