Hard to Deceive

Because of Mu Chengyun's words, when he left the company, Wen Yifan subconsciously glanced around. After all, she had seen this kind of disturbance, and she was always a little uneasy in her heart, and roughly recalled the report she had made during this period.

She didn't have any impression of having trouble with the parties, and basically they had peaceful exchanges.

I haven't done any exposing news recently.

At this point in time, there is still a lot of people in Shang'an, and there is Fallen Street nearby. At this time, the street is lively and noisy. The street lights cover a large area, and in this dark night, the world is still bright as day.

Wen Yifan's worry also disappeared.

She was so cold that she was stiff, retracted her chin into the scarf, and stopped the car directly.

The restaurant that Qian Fei booked for his wedding was near Shang'an, and it took up to ten minutes to drive there.

After getting in the car, Wen Yifan first sent a WeChat message to Sang Yan. Thinking that she might meet a lot of his friends in a while, she thought about it, took the red mouth from her bag, and lightly applied makeup.

Wen Yifan stared out the window, his thoughts gradually drifting, and he remembered the things about Sangyan graduation ceremony that Mu Chengyun had recounted.

I haven't dared to think too much before, and I have never mentioned this to Sang Yan again. But the closer the relationship with him is now, the more she feels about gains and losses, and will always worry that their current relationship will one day be affected by things in the past.

——"They seemed to mention that that day, which senior has been a spare tire for someone for a few years or something."

——"Then Senior Sang spoke."

In an instant, time moved forward rapidly.

Back to that dull and gloomy, breathless summer vacation.

The boy stood in front of her, and the fine rain hit his eyelashes, condensed into puff-sized drops of water, and then fell. His Adam's apple slipped shallowly, and his voice was very soft: "Why did you report it to Yi Da."

Wen Yifan no longer remembers his mood at that time. I just remember that I couldn't think of a suitable reason, and calmly replied: "I have an appointment with someone."

Sang Yan looked at her: "What about me."

"..."

After a long time, Sang Yan's eyes drooped, it seems that there is no temperature in it. For the first time, he opened the distance between the two by name, and asked each word: "Wen Yifan, am I your spare tire?"

...

The memory was interrupted by a whistle.

The driver in front seemed very angry, and immediately braked and rolled down the window, and shouted outside: "Fool! Can you drive!"

Wen Yifan leaned forward, turning back and looking out. Seeing a sports car as if it had no eyes, it brushed by the side very arrogantly and almost hit them.

After cursing, the driver aggrieved again and started the car.

Wen Yifan said with lingering fear: "Master, what's the matter?"

"Scared you, girl?" Wen Yifan was good-looking and spoke gentle and gentle. The driver's anger was obviously reduced by her, "This is the case here in Shangan. No one cares about this drunk driving."

"..."

Wen Yifan knows this.

There have been several reports in the group because of this incident.

But Wen Yifan was attracted by the words "drunk driving" at this moment. Her expression was a little stunned, and she suddenly remembered the early morning of Valentine's Day. After arriving at the scene, I met with the drunk car Xingde.

I don't know if he knew that he was working at Nanwu TV.

Wen Yifan remembered Mu Chengyun's description again.

Middle-aged man in his forties.

"..."

She wasn't sure about this guess either, her lips gradually straightened.

After arriving at the place, Wen Yifan paid and got out of the car.

Before she took out her mobile phone, she noticed that Sang Yan was standing at the entrance of the restaurant. He stood slouchy, tall and thin, and wore a formal suit that was not too cold-resistant. At this moment, there was a cigarette on his fingertips, and he looked tired.

Wen Yifan walked to him: "Why are you smoking here."

Hearing the sound, Sang Yan looked down at her. He was full of alcohol, and he didn't know how much he had drunk. But the eyebrows are clear, and I can't see the slightest drunkenness.

"Aren't you cold?" Wen Yifan touched his hand and said warmly, "Let's go in. Your clothes don't look cold at all."

Sang Yan responded and pinched out the cigarette on the trash can nearby: "Cold, you cover it for me."

"Did you drink a lot?" Wen Yifan observed his appearance, held his hand, and stuffed it into the pocket of his coat. "Didn't you say you were not the best man? How could you give you a drink?"

Sang Yan stared at her face and said leisurely: "Anyone has to be irrigated."

"..." Wen Yifan blinked, pondering this logic, "Then do I have to be irrigated?"

"Of course." Sang Yan pulled her inside, "but it's."

"Ok?"

The corners of Sang Yan's lips were lightly hooked, and her fingers rubbed against the back of her hand, looking very good.

"Your partner has taken care of you."

...

Wen Yifan was brought to the table where he was sitting by Sang Yan.

This table is basically Qian Fei's best friend, and they all know each other. Seeing Wen Yifan who was being led by Sang Yan, a group of big masters who had been noisy suddenly silenced.

Hearing everyone's eyes, Wen Yifan felt a little uncomfortable.

The first to break the silence is still Su Haoan: "Damn, Sang Yan, your target is Wen Yifan?"

Sang Yan raised his eyelashes: "What?"

"This is the girl you were talking about, the girl who wanted to soak you crazily?" Su Hao was convinced, feeling that he really couldn't listen to his awesomeness, "You can say such things?"

Wen Yifan looked at Sang Yan subconsciously.

Su Haoan said to Wen Yifan again: "Wen Yifan, can you slap this dog in the face! I really can't understand his arrogant and disgusting face!"

"Huh?" Wen Yifan didn't think there was anything wrong with this, and replied hesitantly, "but I do, but it's not a bubble..."

"..."

Wen Yifan felt that the word "bubble" sounded not sincere: "It's chasing."

The words fell off.

The banquet fell silent again.

Sang Yan didn't say a word, only silently playing with her hand, his expression extremely leisurely. He tilted his head, staring at Wen Yifan's serious explanation expression, suddenly lowered his jaw and laughed a few times.

Su Haoan was a little speechless: "You are too much for Sang Yan."

No one at the scene seemed to believe Wen Yifan's words.

Wen Yifan didn't pay much attention to their reaction, but he looked around unconsciously. Seeing the person sitting next to Sang Yan, she quickly recognized Sang Yan's university roommate.

Called Chen Junwen.

"So," Chen Junwen happened to speak, his tone was extremely gossip, "Su Haoan, the one you said all over the world, the girl who couldn't catch up with Sangyan in high school? Is it?"

Su Haoan sighed as a standard damaging friend: "Yes, so I'm ashamed to put this bragging and forcing people to chase him."

"..."

Wen Yifan was a little puzzled, and asked Sang Yan in his ear, "Do you want to explain?"

Sang Yan glanced at her: "Explain what?"

On the contrary, Wen Yifan is very concerned about his face problem: "You are really not bragging."

"..."

Chen Junwen answered again: "So Sang Yan, your university is not targeted because of this?"

"You think too much about that," Su Haoan yelled, "Sang Yan just simply couldn't find a partner, okay? Who the **** can bear the dog's temper! You say you can bear it! How good temperament is Can live with him forever!"

Chen Junwen drank a sip: "It's true that I didn't lie to you. Just now, when Sang Yan asked me whether I was handsome or not, I just thought he liked the praise."

It is the target of this scandal again.

Wen Yifan listened to Chen Junwen's words subconsciously.

"I took it, what else did I say later, oh -" Chen Junwen imitated Sang Yan's tone and said slowly, "Then, who is more handsome than Duan Jia?"

"..."

Wen Yifan looked at Sang Yan immediately.

He met his condescending and meaningful gaze.

It seemed to be long overdue, wanting to go through the old bill with her.

This time Wen Yifan didn't plan to fish in troubled waters. She pursed her lips, thought about it, and leaned to her ear to smooth his hair.

"I vote for you."

"No." Sang Yan was still holding it, as if he did not accept such a perfunctory solution, and his tone was light and light, "I never make it difficult for others."

Wen Yifan wanted to laugh a little: "No, I really meant it."

Sang Yan let out a loud voice: "Really?"

"Otherwise," Wen Yifan paused, repeating Su Haoan's words just now, "I wouldn't want to pursue you so crazy."

"..."

The wedding banquet is about to end.

Sang Yan was dragged by a few old friends to another table to chat. Wen Yifan didn't know those people and didn't go there. He just stayed at the original table waiting for him to come back. She lowered her head to play with her mobile phone, and heard Chen Junwen nearby chatting with the man next to her.

Chen Junwen sighed: "I never thought that Lao Qian was the first one of us to get married. I remember the meal after graduation. He also cried about how long he had been a spare tire in college."

Another laughed: "This **** graduated for several years."

Chen Jun was happy: "Yes, I remember that Sang Yan was drunk at that time, and I don't know who I am to be recognized. What did you say..."

Wen Yifan looked over subconsciously.

Before she could hear Chen Junwen's next words, Su Haoan suddenly got up, drank a glass, and toasted Wen Yifan a glass of wine: "Eh, Wen Yifan. In order to celebrate you and my good brother Sang Yan became A couple, come, let's have a few drinks!"

Wen Yifan retracted his eyes and remembered what Sang Yan said, "Anyone has to be irrigated." She smiled, drinking in this mood was also comfortable, and took the drink obediently.

...

When Sang Yan returned from another table, he saw that Wen Yifan had been filled with several glasses of wine. She had a very obvious smell of alcohol, but her face was as usual, except that her cheeks were slightly redder than usual, and there was nothing wrong with it.

But the reaction was obviously slow for several beats, and his eyes seemed a bit sluggish.

Sang Yan had seen Wen Yifan drunk, and at this time he could roughly see her condition.

He looked at Su Haoan, there was a big fire: "Are you busy?"

"Good brother," Su Haoan didn't look sober, and said with a smile, "Yes, it's your father! Your father personally gave you! Created a beautiful night! You are welcome!"

"..."

Wen Yifan was still sitting there, drinking wine calmly as usual.

Sang Yan stopped her from drinking, and directly picked up the cup in her hand and set it aside. Seeing that it was too early, he simply grabbed Wen Yifan and said in a deep voice, "Go home."

Wen Yifan raised his eyelids and stared at Sang Yan's face: "Okay."

Both drank alcohol and couldn't drive.

Although Wen Yifan was still calm and calm, he couldn't walk straight anymore. She was half-supported by Sang Yan out of the restaurant, and then stood still watching Sang Yan waiting for the car on the side of the road.

Later, Wen Yifan seemed to be tired from standing, so he simply sat on the stone pillar beside the car.

This street is not partial, but I don't know why, and I haven't seen a taxi for a long time.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Wen Yifan's behavior, and Sang Yan walked back to her, squatting down to look at her. He frowned, stretched out his hand and pinched her face: "You are quite capable."

Wen Yifan nodded, then complimented: "Thank you."

Sang Yan was amused: "Who let you drink?"

"..." Wen Yifan stared straight at his face and suddenly raised his hand to touch him, "Sang Yan."

"how?"

Not knowing what he thought of, Wen Yifan pursed his lower lip, feeling a little depressed. She sniffed, and said softly: "Have you had a bad life these few years?"

Sang Yan's expression paused: "Who told you what?"

Wen Yifan shook his head: "No."

Sang Yan smiled: "So what do you think."

"I was thinking," Wen Yifan tilted his head, his expression was particularly confused, and he seemed to feel extremely sad about it, "Why are you going? Fallen Street is the leading card."

"..."

Never thought of hearing such words, the smile on Sang Yan's lips froze.

"Don't do that," Wen Yifan sighed and said seriously, "I'll redeem you, OK?"

"..."