Hard to Deceive

Sang Yan suddenly said, "The temperature drops."

"Ok?"

Wen Yifan hadn't heard Sang Yan calling her like this for many years. But since the two were together, he changed his mouth to shout so, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

I just feel that she seems to be indeed, quite like this title.

Sang Yan said: "Not taking pictures?"

Only then did Wen Yifan remember what he had just dealt with the staff. She didn't explain, her mind was all occupied by that "rumor", and she didn't have extra energy to think about other things.

Whatever he said, she did.

next moment.

Wen Yifan took the phone out of his pocket and took a few pictures of the night scene outside.

"..."

Sang Yan thinks her behavior is extremely unbelievable: "Where are you filming?"

Hearing this, Wen Yifan stopped and turned his head.

The two looked at each other.

Staring at Sang Yan's face, Wen Yifan hesitated for three seconds before taking a picture of him as if guessing.

Seeing him expressionlessly, Wen Yifan took a few more pictures. Then, she looked at the results for herself.

The man sits lazily, looking at the camera, and Wanjia lights are behind him. His face is half-bright and half-dark in this light, and the outline is not clear, but it can't cover his clear features. It is extremely beautiful.

Wen Yifan reluctantly picked a problem.

It just looks a bit too tugging.

It seems that the next second is about to break free from the screen and fight to the death.

Wen Yifan suggested: "Why don't you... laugh?"

"..."

"You still have a pear vortex when you smile," Wen Yifan pointed to the corner of his lips and praised him, "It's pretty pretty."

"What Liwor? I don't have that stuff." As if not counting on her, Sang Yan took out the phone from his pocket and turned on the selfie mode, "Come here."

"..." Wen Yifan finally realized what he meant by taking pictures.

She immediately moved closer to him, raised her eyes, and happened to see herself on the screen.

Sang Yan spit out another word: "Laugh."

Wen Yifan smiled obediently.

Sang Yan pressed the camera button several times at random, and then put down the phone. I don't even look at how it was shot.

Wen Yifan looked at him and whispered: "I want to see the photos."

"Be later." Sang Yan glanced out, and said suddenly, "It's not about the top."

"..."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan looked outside unconsciously.

This skyscraper is built on the sixth floor, with its own height, and it feels like floating in mid-air as you look down. The uneasy feeling that I didn't have before, also because of this high altitude, surged in my heart at this moment.

Wen Yifan retracted his gaze and licked his lower lip. She was so nervous that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet, but she still pretended to be calm and composed, and she said a little bit more for sure: "You heard it."

Sang Yan admitted: "Yes."

"..."

Wen Yifan didn't know what to say.

She wondered if there would be an advance notice before other couples kiss.

But she thinks it should not be.

Because of this emotion, it is too difficult.

It seemed that every second was hoping that that moment would come soon, but it was stretched abruptly, and was extremely at a loss. I don't know how she should respond when it really comes.

Wen Yifan could only speak to ease his emotions: "Do you still believe such rumors?"

Sang Yan smiled: "Of course I don't believe it."

Wen Yifan was stunned.

If they don't believe it, they will come up again, as if it is meaningless.

While speaking, Sang Yan also slowly approached her: "But that's it."

Wen Yifan stayed where he was, staring at his black eyes that seemed to be stained with light by the stars, and couldn't hold anything else in his eyes. The bewilderment that had been squeezed, rose to the top at this moment, and seemed to disappear with it.

As the distance gets closer.

Sang Yan's voice is getting softer and lighter, with a subtle meaning.

"I believe in myself."

This thing together for a lifetime.

As long as she took the first step, he believed he could make it happen.

Just to the top of the Ferris wheel.

"This rumor—"

When the words fell, Sang Yan's body fell down.

He raised his hand and lowered the back of her head, his hot lips covered her with the breath. Wen Yifan even forgot to close his eyes, but only remembered to stare at the man who occupied her field of vision, without moving.

A small world with only two people.

Up, there are stars; down, there are brilliant lights.

It seems only a few seconds.

Sang Yan's eyes were dark, staring at her, and finished speaking in a dumb voice.

"You believe it."

...

It was near eleven when the two arrived home.

She had to go to work the next day, and Wen Yifan did not stay in the living room long before being urged to go to sleep by Sang Yan. She answered and asked him to go to bed earlier, and then went back to the room.

Go back to bed after washing.

Wen Yifan got into the bed and hugged the pillow in his arms. At this moment, the phone rang on the bedside table.

She reached for the phone and lit the screen.

It was a message from Sang Yan.

Sang Yan: [[/Picture]]

Sang Yan: [Sleep after watching. 】

The picture he posted was a group photo of the two on the Ferris wheel.

Seeing himself smiling mildly above, the corners of his eyes bend slightly, and Sang Yan next to him has a very pale expression, with only the corners of his lips twitching slightly, still looking cool. The two temperaments are totally different, but they seem to be extremely harmonious.

Wen Yifan bent his lips and stared at it for a while before saving it and setting it as a lock screen. She didn't play with the phone anymore, lay back, staring at the dark void, and stroked her lips with her fingers.

I remembered the kiss on the Ferris wheel again.

With just a light touch, it seemed that Sang Yan's breath still remained.

Wen Yifan's face started to get hot again, which made her feel that the room was a little stuffy in this cold weather. All her thoughts were occupied by Sang Yan, and she laughed to herself, and an idea came to mind inexplicably.

There will always be such a person.

He will make you think.

It turns out that adults can also believe in fairy tales.

During this period of the year ago, things in the station have increased again.

After adding two weeks of shifts, Wen Yifan was scheduled to take a shift, which is still a working day. Sang Yan was going to work there, but fortunately she didn't want to do anything, so she just lay at home for most of the day.

Wen Yifan didn't even bother to eat food. He went to sleep after playing with his mobile phone, woke up and played again, and left the bed all the time. It wasn't until Sang Yan got off work that she struggled to get up and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

There are plenty of fresh vegetables in the refrigerator.

After getting up, Wen Yifan didn't feel lazy anymore, and made three dishes and one soup in a leisurely manner.

When the last dish was brought to the table, there happened to be movement in the hallway.

Sang Yan put the car key aside and looked in her direction. Soon, he looked down again and swept around the dining table. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and after putting on slippers, he raised his foot and walked over.

The two have always been like this.

It's the same before being together. Generally, whoever is free will cook, and it's not about taking turns. Because she was alone before, Wen Yifan was too lazy to do it, but if someone eats with her, she is quite passionate about cooking.

Sang Yan took off her coat and rubbed her head incidentally.

Wen Yifan's hair was tossed by him, but he was too lazy to adjust it. She filled herself with a bowl of soup, sipped it, and asked, "Are you tired today?"

"It's okay." Sang Yan sat down beside her, "What?"

"Then let's watch a movie later, at home." Wen Yifan suggested, "My colleague recommended me a suspense film, which seems to be pretty good."

Hearing that, Sang Yan lifted his eyelids and stared at the green gray under her eyes: "If you are sleepy, go to bed earlier." He glanced at the time and said bluntly: "Not bad for this day."

Wen Yifan raised his eyes.

Sang Yan finished lazily: "I can watch with you any day."

"I'm not sleepy, I slept for a whole day." Wen Yifan drank the rest of the soup gently and glanced at him, "Will you see it later? Then I will ask my colleague to recommend me more movies another day."

"Ok?"

Wen Yifan: "Save it for next time."

Sang Yan looked at her straightforwardly and smiled suddenly. He trailed off slightly, and said in a less serious manner: "Wen Shuangjiang, is your purpose mainly in the movie, or on me?"

Wen Yifan also looked at him and answered honestly: "You."

"..."

Sang Yan's expression paused slightly.

Wen Yifan lowered his head, continued to eat, and whispered, "I want to watch it with you."

...

After the meal, Wen Yifan went to the living room first and took the remote control to find the movie recommended by Fu Zhuang. She finally found the Internet TV used at home on one of the software, and Sang Yan also cleaned up the table and came out.

He sat directly next to Wen Yifan.

Wen Yifan pressed the start, then took a sip of the water on the coffee table.

There is still a period of advertising.

Wen Yifan picked up the mobile phone she put aside. Noting that there were a lot of unread messages on WeChat, she opened it at will, glanced at it casually, and opened the chat window with Zheng Kejia.

A series of news rushed forward.

[I took it]

[Your dad’s relatives are too shameless, right? 】

[They have been at my house for a week! Don't **** leave! ! ! Do you want to live longer? 】

[How can it be considered that you are closer to them? Can you quickly take them away? 】

[You big aunt, you still ask your mother for money[/smile]]

[What does it have to do with us to buy a house when her son gets married? 】

"..."

News on the other side was still coming in one after another, as if she was a tree hole for venting.

Wen Yifan stared for a few seconds, the original good mood dissipated in an instant. At this moment, Sang Yan suddenly said, interrupting her attention: "Who are you talking to?"

She directly turned off the screen of the phone and looked up.

"If you want to watch a movie with me, just concentrate," Sang Yan said leisurely. "Can you?"

The phone is still vibrating.

Wen Yifan suppressed his emotions and held the phone in his hand: "I see, I won't look at the phone anymore."

Sang Yan smiled slightly, "Why is this expression suddenly?"

"No." Wen Yifan adjusted his emotions and smiled, "Let's watch a movie."

Realizing that she didn't want to say anything, Sang Yan only stared at her and didn't continue to ask.

The movie begins.

While Sang Yan went to the refrigerator to fetch fruits, Wen Yifan turned on his phone and glanced again.

Zheng Kejia's news is still a long list. The long white bubbles occupy the entire interface, and they are all complaining. After these negative energy words were finished, a very abrupt sentence came at the bottom.

[Mom asked me to ask you, will you come back this year? 】

Wen Yifan didn't pull up.

After adding Zheng Kejia's WeChat account, she didn't say anything, so Wen Yifan felt that it would not affect the list and forgot to delete it. At this moment, she didn't even bother to reply, and directly pulled the other party into the blacklist.

Sang Yan put the freshly washed apple in her hand, as if thinking of something, and asked casually: "When are you on holiday?"

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

Sang Yan: "New Year."

"New Year's Day to New Year's Day," Wen Yifan said, "If there is an emergency, you have to work overtime."

"Will you go home?"

Wen Yifan said silently: "I should not reply."

"Oh, then I count."

"What kind of?"

"Forget it," Sang Yan tilted his head and looked at her lightly, "When will I come back to look for you."