Hard to Deceive

Sang Yan never thought that he could still hear this word from Wen Yifan after more than a year. Moreover, this time has risen to the level of "redemption".

He thought it was absurd, but a little funny: "Which like me?"

Wen Yifan's hands were frozen cold, and he still touched his face. Her gaze was focused, her fingertips slipped from his eyebrows, down the side of her face, and stopped at the slightly sunken pear vortex on his right lip.

She doesn't move.

The sight also pulled down.

"Let's talk." Sang Yan let her touch, reached out and took her other hand, and put it in his hand, "Want to redeem me, then?"

"Then?" Wen Yifan raised his eyelashes slowly, staring at his familiar eyebrows, and honestly expressed his inner desires, "Let you become me alone."

Sang Yan's eyebrows frivolously: "Does that still need you to redeem?"

"I want. Because I saw you," Wen Yifan pursed his lips and complained softly, "I smiled with other girls."

After speaking, she explained to him on her own: "But this must be your job requirement...When I redeem you, you won't have to do this kind of thing."

"Wen Shuangjiang, who taught you to pour dirty water on people when you are drunk?" Sang Yan shook her hand harder, "Isn't this table full of big men today, who am I smiling?"

Wen Yifan shook his head: "Not today."

Sang Yan: "Not what day is today?"

"The first time I went to'work overtime'," Wen Yifan spoke very slowly, as if recalling, "One night, you laughed with four girls and gave them contact information."

"..."

Sangyan had no impression of such a long time, but he was absolutely sure that he had never done it. He stared straight at her, and took out the phone from his pocket in a compromising manner: "See it for yourself."

Before Wen Yifan took the phone, the sound of the car came from behind him.

Sang Yan glanced sideways, it was an empty taxi. He put the phone directly into Wen Yifan's hand and raised his hand to stop it. Then he pulled her up and half held her in his arms: "Go home."

Wen Yifan was holding his mobile phone, still calling him: "Sang Yan."

Sang Yan: "Huh?"

Wen Yifan is serious: "I'm already preparing to raise money, you can't laugh with others."

"..."

Sang Yan looked at her for a few seconds, and suddenly felt that this drunk couldn't communicate. He opened the car door, stuffed her into the car, and took the dirty water: "Okay, I see."

With the door closed, Sang Yan walked to the other side and got into the car.

Sang Yan reported the address to the driver, moved to the side of Wen Yifan, and fastened her seat belt.

Staring at his actions and his close eyebrows, Wen Yifan is not used to it. In addition to drinking too much, he feels a little uncomfortable: "Why do you have to wear a seat belt in the back seat?"

Sang Yan raised his eyes: "You have to tie wherever you sit."

"Oh." Watching him sit back, Wen Yifan looked at him, "Then why don't you tie it."

"I feel terrified."

Wen Yifan said again, seeming to understand what he meant. There was silence in the car, her eyes were still on him, and a few seconds later she asked: "Then why are you not?"

"..."

Sang Yan was silent for three seconds. Seeing that she was still looking at her, she compromised again and pulled her seat belt on.

Upon seeing this, Wen Yifan seemed contented. She lowered her eyes and fixed her eyes on Sang Yan's left hand. His sleeves are slightly tucked, and the bracelet she gave him before is still on the wrist of his left hand, as if he had never taken it off.

The red string also brought a small ornament. It really doesn't match his temperament.

But after he put it on, he felt it was quite suitable.

Wen Yifan grabbed his hand and touched it a few times. The picture of Su Haoan's damage to Sang Yan came to mind tonight. Inexplicably and a little unhappy, she whispered: "Will you be laughed like a little girl wearing this?"

"Huh?" Sang Yan said lazily, "It's up to them."

"..."

"Then why did we leave so early," Wen Yifan thought hard, speaking slowly, "I just heard them say that there will be a link to the bridal chamber soon..."

Sang Yan learned her speed and said slowly: "Because an alcoholic is drunk."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan observed him: "Are you drunk?"

"..."

"Then I'll go back and make you honey water," Wen Yifan said in a drunken state a lot more than usual, but the logic of speaking still exists, "Then you go to bed earlier, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

Sang Yan tilted his head: "What about you."

Wen Yifan blinked: "I will take a rotation tomorrow."

"Yeah," Sang Yan squeezed the flesh on the palm of her hand, in a leisurely tone, "You have time, so you want to find something for me."

"Then I plan to redeem you, you have to forget your identity as the top card." Wen Yifan turned the topic back here again, with a serious expression, "It's natural to do anything for me."

"..."

Sang Yan knew the title of "top card" for the first time because of Su Haoan. At that time, Su Haoan didn't know where to hear this, and was particularly unconvinced, so he argued with him about who was the top card in this Fallen Street.

He was too lazy to pay attention to Su Hao'an, and he didn't even care about this mess.

But Sang Yan didn't expect it.

This title can also be an opportunity for him to meet Wen Yifan again, and she seems to be brooding about it.

There was a long silence.

As if finally couldn't help it, Sang Yan laughed inexplicably. His shoulders trembled slightly, and his chest rose and fell as he laughed. It took him a long time to say: "Okay, what you said is right."

"..."

"Also, I'm still innocent for your target. I don't sell art or sell myself. I only make money by talent." Sang Yan dragged his tail and said, "You don't have to spend the money."

Wen Yifan solemnly said: "I know."

Sang Yan: "So come to redeem me as soon as possible, can you?"

Wen Yifan nodded.

Listening to their conversation, the driver in front looked strange and looked back in the rearview mirror frequently. It was not until the gate of Shangdu Huacheng that he accepted Sang Yan's money that he couldn't help but persuade him: "Girl, I think you look so beautiful--"

Wen Yifan just got out of the car and looked at the driver along the window: "Huh?"

"There is no need to find a cowboy as a target!"

"..."

Sang Yan closed the car door directly, and said with a faint smile, "Master, what else do you do for business?"

"..."

Shangdu Huacheng's property management is strictly controlled, and a car without a registered license plate has to be registered for some miscellaneous things, which is particularly troublesome. So Sang Yan didn't let the driver drive the car in, and stopped at the door.

But after sitting all the way, Wen Yifan's drunkenness seemed to grow stronger, and he couldn't even stand still.

Sang Yan simply carried her up.

Wen Yifan put his chin on his shoulder and hooked his neck with both hands. She seemed to be a little sleepy, but she kept muttering, "So, you must not rely on hue for food."

Sang Yan listened to her quietly.

Wen Yifan: "This is the least promising road."

"Yeah." Sang Yan said, "No one wants you to eat by hue."

Wen Yifan shook his head: "Yes."

Hearing this, Sang Yan paused in his footsteps and turned back: "Who?"

Wen Yifan seemed to want to say something, but when he met his profile, he swallowed everything back. She retracted her eyes and thought about it: "When I was in Yihe, I first practiced in a newspaper for more than two years, and then I went to Yihe Radio and Television."

Sang Yan seldom heard her mention the past, and looked slightly stunned.

"I entered one of their ace news section through social recruitment." Wen Yifan said, "I never thought about being able to enter, because the basics of being able to enter are all related. I just want to try, so Submitted a resume."

Sang Yan replied, "And then."

"Then," Wen Yifan looked a little dazed, as if he didn't like this memory very much, "I didn't know until after I stayed there for several months. Many people in the group were saying that I was in bed with the director. Come in."

"..."

"I don't really care about these things either. After all, I can't control my mouth when it's on someone else." Wen Yifan said, "But I never thought about it. My director really wants to have **** with me."

Sang Yan's footsteps stopped.

"He said that doing anything with my face is faster and more relaxed than being a reporter, and he doesn't know what I am doing in high school. Sleeping a few times does not cause me any loss." Wen Yifan stopped and passed. After a while, he said, "...I hate that place so much."

Sang Yan coaxed in a low voice, "Well, then we won't go anymore."

Wen Yifan was inaudible and said: "Why do you want to, say me like this."

Fearing to scare her, Sang Yan suppressed the hostility in his heart, trying to calm his tone: "Because they have something wrong."

"..."

"Sang Yan."

"Ok?"

"Before I return to Nanwu," Wen Yifan said softly, "I dreamed of you."

"..."

"I dreamed that you came to Yihe and took you." It may be that I was a little sleepy after a long time, and Wen Yifan said it was a bit difficult. "Take you, um, your wife. You are here for newlyweds."

Sang Yan smiled: "What dreams do you have?"

Wen Yifan: "You are very happy, and you greeted me with a smile."

Very strange.

At that time, Wen Yifan hadn't thought of Sang Yan for a long time.

But after waking up.

She suddenly wanted to go back to Nanwu.

She hates Yihe.

Also hate Beiyu.

There is no city she likes.

But at that moment.

She felt that at least her father's tomb was in Nanwu.

At least, Nan Wu still has one person she wants to meet but dare not meet.

"All right." Sang Yan thought, and his tone became more serious, "Then we will also travel to Yihe in the future."

"..."

Wen Yifan stared at his side face blankly, a little hot inexplicably. She lowered her eyes, sucked her nose gently, and said quietly, "Sang Yan, I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Sang Yan asked, "I'm sorry?"

"I am too heavy."

"I haven't said anything yet, you just said you are heavy?" Sang Yan smiled, "I want to weigh and weigh myself before apologizing, okay? Your bones are still on me."

Wen Yifan didn't speak, and buried his face in his neck.

I am sorry.

I used to speak too heavily.

Wen Yifan didn't speak any more, his thoughts drifted away, and the security of his whole body was occupied by the man in front of him. His eyelids gradually drooped, and his mind was a little heavy, recalling what Chen Junwen said at the wedding banquet today.

——"The fat guy was crying there at the time, drinking like a fool. He regarded Sang Yan as the girl he was chasing in college, and shouted for a long time,'Wan Lin! Am I your spare tire!' Sang Yan also drank. Quite a few, repeating his words like a fool."

——"Huh? What did Sang Yan say?"

...

I don't know if I didn't hear it clearly and imagined it, or it really happened like that.

But Sang Yan, shouldn't say that.

He can't say that.

He is such a proud person, he should always be proud.

Will not be defeated by anything.

Therefore, he absolutely cannot be, just waiting for her.

The extremely strong sense of guilt almost crushed her.

Wen Yifan didn't want this to be true, and felt that he couldn't bear such a treatment.

——What did he say?

Wen Yifan didn't dare to think again.

She was exhausted to the extreme, and slowly, she was dragged into a dream by the deep sleepiness.

In the dream, inside the bustling food stalls.

The man is wearing a white shirt, his collar buttons are unbuttoned, and his sleeves are slightly rolled up. His eyes were dark, his eyebrows were stained with drunkenness, and he casually repeated Qian Fei's words: "Am I your spare tire?"

Chen Junwen laughed aside: "Sang Yan, are you **** infected?"

"I'm yours," Sang Yan said softly as if he hadn't heard it, "a spare tire?"

"..."

Everything around seems to be pulling away.

The lively scene is noisy, but none of it seems to have anything to do with him. It's like being in two different worlds.

Sang Yan's Adam's apple rolled up and down gently, and the corners of his eyes were reddened by the wine. He lowered his eyes, tugged at the corners of his lips like a mockery, and his voice was extremely low.

"Spare tire... also works."