Hard to Deceive

The person on his back gradually disappeared, his breathing became lighter, and there was no more sound. It seems that the tiredness of the day is magnified by this drunkenness, and it is completely unbearable.

I don’t know how long it took until I was about to walk downstairs home.

Sang Yan heard Wen Yifan mutter: "Sang Yan..."

Hearing the sound, Sang Yan turned his head to look at her. Seeing her closed eyes, his gaze stopped for a while. Then, he withdrew his gaze, continued to look ahead, and laughed in a low voice: "Talking in sleep."

The next moment, the force that hooked his neck seemed to increase unconsciously.

...

All the way later, Wen Yifan was confused.

She couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality, and frame after frame of memories flashed in her mind, feeling that she was floating in the endless darkness. The remaining consciousness allows her to faintly feel the warm and generous shoulders of the man, as if it can help her dispel the chill of this winter.

When he was conscious again, Wen Yifan was awakened by Sang Yan. She sat on the sofa, staring at the man in front of her, her mind so confused that she couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, only that he was like a bully, affecting her sleep.

She was extremely irritable, looked at her steadily, and she couldn't help but get up.

"Sang Yan."

Sang Yan was holding a bowl and was about to continue talking.

Wen Yifan said again: "Don't make me sleep."

"..."

Sang Yan also looked at her, put the bowl on the table a few seconds later, and smiled: "Do you still dare to lose your temper at me?"

Wen Yifan ignored him, moved his body to the side and fell to the other side, as if he wanted to continue sleeping. But the next moment, she was pulled up by Sang Yan again and fixed in her original position.

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows with a bad tone: "Don't sleep."

"Why can't I sleep," Wen Yifan felt that he was unreasonable and threatened, "I will scold you if you don't let go."

"Okay." Sang Yan pulled her into his arms, feeling fresh, "You curse."

"You...Sang, Sang," Wen Yifan's momentum was short when he cursed, and he seemed to stutter. After thinking for a long time, he suffocated a word, "mourning...the dog of the Sang family."

"..." Sang Yan lowered his eyelashes, looked at her, and smiled after being scolded. "What are you talking about?"

Wen Yifan didn't say a word.

Sang Yan: "Nothing?"

"No, I'm going to sleep." Wen Yifan hugged him, the stamina of the wine seemed to come up completely, and he looked uncomfortable. Her eyebrows were still grumpy, and she said seriously, "Don't bother me, I don't want to scold you."

"Drink this before going to sleep," Sang Yan lifted her head, and took the bowl on the table with the other hand and brought it directly to her lips, "Otherwise, I should have a headache tomorrow."

Because of this movement, Wen Yifan opened his eyes again, but didn't mean to drink at all.

After waiting for a while, Sang Yan said directly: "Don't let you sleep if you don't finish drinking."

The two stood in a stalemate for a long while.

Wen Yifan tilted his head, as if thinking of something, and said slowly: "You look like Sang Yan."

"..."

"He is so fierce."

Sang Yan said blankly, "Do you drink it or not?"

This time Wen Yifan didn't resist any more, and obediently held his hand, sipping the sober soup in the bowl. While drinking, she also raised her eyes from time to time, secretly looking at Sang Yan.

"Do you know how much I have drunk tonight." Sang Yan stared at her to drink, with a hard tone, "I thought it would be fine if I drink too much. Anyway, someone can take care of me. What happened?"

Wen Yifan followed along and asked: "What's the result?"

Sang Yan pinched her face: "As a result, this person still lost his temper at me."

"Oh." Wen Yifan comforted, "then you ignore her."

"..."

Sang Yan didn't know how this girl could drink so badly, just a few drinks. Feeling that it was useless to say it for a long time, she didn't even listen to a word.

Wen Yifan drank half a bowl, and then stopped drinking.

Sang Yan: "Drink them all."

"No." Wen Yifan shook his head, "You drink the rest. Didn't you drink a lot of wine tonight?"

"..." Sang Yan glanced at her, "Can you still remember drinking this virtue?"

Wen Yifan did not respond, raising the bowl and holding it to his lips: "You drink."

"There is still in the pot, I'll drink it later." Sang Yan said, "You drink the rest."

"Then you have to," Wen Yifan was afraid he would not drink, "Drink in front of me."

"Are you still looking?" Sang Yan smiled, "Are you sleepy anymore?"

"Oh." When he was reminded, Wen Yifan remembered this again, "Sang Yan, I'm so sleepy."

"Well, go to bed after drinking."

Wen Yifan sniffed and muttered in a low voice, "But my body smells so bad."

Sang Yan said patiently, "I'll take a shower later."

"I don't want to move." Wen Yifan raised his head and asked in a good voice, "So can you take a shower for me."

"..."

Seeing him look over immediately, Wen Yifan realized again that he seemed to trouble him too much. I always felt that this was not fair to him. She was afraid of being rejected, and added: "When you don't want to move, I can also wash it for you."

"..." Sang Yan moved his eyebrows slightly and took a deep breath, "No."

Sang Yan refused to make any request all night, and Wen Yifan was also a little unhappy.

"Why are you so stingy."

"I'm stingy?" Sang Yan was amused, "Okay, I'll wait to see how you regret it when you wake up tomorrow."

"Then I won't wash it." Wen Yifan continued to threaten him, "I want to sleep with you tonight, I want to stink you."

"..." Sang Yan fed the last sip of sober soup into her mouth and said every word, "Now give me back to my room to sleep, I won't sleep with you. Don't want to stink me."

Wen Yifan felt that his words didn't count: "You just said before, you can hug me to sleep."

"Wen Shuangjiang," Sang Yan was gone, unable to communicate with her at all, and couldn't get angry at her, "Can you do a good job and leave me a way out? How can I sleep with you?"

Wen Yifan: "Why not?"

Sang Yan stared at her: "What do you think."

Wen Yifan shook his head: "I don't know."

Sang Yan's eyes darkened, he pressed her on himself, and asked again.

"Why can't you?"

"..."

Wen Yifan didn't speak, as if he didn't understand. After a long while, she lowered her eyes, suddenly as if she felt something, her expression was a bit stunned: "Oh, this won't work."

Sang Yan let go of her.

"You are drunk," Wen Yifan said seriously, "I'm afraid you won't admit it when you wake up."

"..."

Sang Yan stared at her and decided to give up after a long time. He no longer bothered to continue to talk to this sane drunkard, just picked her up and walked to the master bedroom.

Wen Yifan still talked a lot, and said it for a long time.

Sang Yan listened quietly.

Reluctantly removing the makeup for her, Sang Yan stared at her sleepy appearance while being served, and found it funny.

"You really trust me."

She is obviously unable to take a bath in this state.

Sang Yan didn't feel that she was smelly, so she only took off her coat and left a primer. He did not wake Wen Yifan again, put her on the bed, and then left the master bedroom.

the next morning.

Wen Yifan woke up suddenly for some reason, opened his eyes sleepily, and instantly met Sang Yan's face. Her breathing stopped, and everything that happened last night came to mind in an instant.

All the way to the end.

Wen Yifan's last impression was that Sang Yan took her into the bathroom and removed her makeup.

Then she completely lost consciousness.

so.

She now! why! Will be at! Sang Yan's bed! ! !

Wen Yifan remembered what he said crazy about teasing Sangyan last night, and stiffly lowered his head to look at his clothes, which was the same yesterday. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Sang Yan again.

Seriously pondered the possibility.

As if it could only be, she was sleepwalking again.

Sang Yan's cell phone was placed nearby.

Wen Yifan picked it up, lit it, and at a glance saw that his lock screen interface was a photo of the two on the Ferris wheel. She blinked and stared for a while before looking at the time.

At this time, it was only seven o'clock.

I didn't take a shower last night, and Wen Yifan felt uncomfortable all over his body.

She tiptoed up to her feet, and when she was about to go back to take a bath and sleep again, the man behind her suddenly moved. Wen Yifan's arm was grabbed by him, and he pulled it in his direction, then pressed it in his arms.

Wen Yifan was defenseless, always feeling that this scene was a bit familiar.

She turned her head carefully.

Sang Yan was still closing her eyes, her breathing rhythm was peaceful, and she was obviously still asleep.

Wen Yifan stared at his face and struggled for a while. After a long time, she gave up struggling, rolled over, buried her face in his chest, the sleepiness of returning to the cage came again, and closed her eyes again.

Forget it.

It's never too late to wash later.

She likes to be held by him.

Anyway, sooner or later.

Well-known and well-known, she is not considered an advantage.

Soon, Wen Yifan fell into sleep again.

She didn't notice.

At an angle she can't see.

Sang Yan opened his eyes slowly, staring at her head, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly.

...

I slept thoroughly this time, heavier than the previous few times. In a daze, Wen Yifan felt that Sang Yan seemed to get up to go to work. She opened her eyes strenuously and vaguely asked: "You are careful on the way to work."

"Yeah." Sang Yan dragged her up just after changing her clothes, "get up and drink porridge before going to bed."

"..."

Wen Yifan was still too sleepy, and when he got up, he burst out again. She stared at him firmly, without arguing with him, and after three seconds, she went under the quilt again.

"Hurry up," she won't get up at this moment, she probably has to sleep for a whole day without eating, Sang Yan feels relieved, "go to bed after drinking the porridge."

Wen Yifan said perfunctorily: "I'll drink later."

Sang Yan: "No."

"..."

Wen Yifan pretended to die directly.

"What's the matter with you?" Sang Yan smiled, "You have a big temper."

Wen Yifan explained: "I didn't lose my temper."

Sang Yan: "Get up then."

"Sang Yan," Wen Yifan exposed his head from the quilt and tried to speak to him calmly, but his tone was still blunt, "I want to sleep, I don't want to get up now."

Sang Yan raised her eyebrows slightly and hugged her up directly with the quilt.

Wen Yifan met his gaze unpreparedly.

Without waiting for her to speak, Sang Yan stared at her and said leisurely: "What? Afraid that I would talk to you about last night?"

"..." Wen Yifan's breath of getting up disappeared instantly.

Wen Yifan's scalp was numb, and he only remembered it after he woke up. She pretended to be calm: "When people are drunk, they will always say something weird. This is normal, so you don't have to take it too seriously."

Sang Yan let out a loud voice and said to himself: "Degenerate street card?"

"..."

"Redemption?"

"..."

"Let me take a bath for help?"

"..."

"Afraid I won't admit it?"

Wen Yifan couldn't listen anymore, and was extremely embarrassed. She covered his mouth with a calm expression and reminded: "Isn't it drinking porridge? It will be cold if you don't drink it for a while."

Sang Yan stopped talking.

"Didn't you help me wash it?" Wen Yifan looked at him, "Yes, you still protected yourself quite well."

"..."

After Sang Yan left the house, Wen Yifan packed up the dishes and went back to the room to take a shower. She took off her clothes. At this moment, she realized Chen Junwen's words in hindsight, and she truly confirmed that she had heard clearly.

This is how Chen Junwen repeats it.

Wen Yifan's heart was a little flustered.

She was not sure whether the words Sang Yan said had anything to do with her.

But she hopes not.

She hoped it was just a sentence that Sang Yan casually teased with friends when he was drunk. She hoped that Sang Yan had a good time for so many years. Never stopped for anything, and life has no fetters.

Nor, because she was affected in any way.

The short rest day ended in the blink of an eye.

In the next period of time, because of Mu Chengyun's words, Wen Yifan would always glance around unconsciously when he left the unit. She asked the security guard, and it seemed that no one had come to look for her except that time.

Wen Yifan was relieved after nothing strange and wrong had really happened.

With a few fine rains, spring is also coming unconsciously. The temperature in Nanwu City gradually rose, the winter cold faded away, and the dead trees along the way gradually turned green.

When Wen Yifan returned to the office from the editing room and was about to turn on the computer, Su Tian, ​​who was next to him, came over to chat with her again.

"Hey, I heard that the little milk dog seems to have resigned."

Wen Yifan looked over after hearing this.

Su Tian continued: "I heard from Da Zhuang that I didn't intend to do this business anymore. It was said that he had no interest in the journalist business at all, and always wanted to be an actor. Then just a film and television company wanted to sign him, so he resigned. Up."

Wen Yifan said, "That's good, I can do what I like."

"It's great, it should be very profitable to be an actor." Su Tian put his cheek on his cheeks, "Do you think he will become popular in the future? Shall we ask him for an autograph first? Maybe I can sell money later."

Wen Yifan smiled: "Yes."

It just so happened that the phone rang.

Wen Yifan retracted his gaze, picked up the phone and glanced.

It's from Sang Yan.

Sang Yan: [When will you leave work? 】

Wen Yifan replied: [It's coming soon. 】

Noting her behavior, Su Tian couldn't help saying: "When will I see you, the king of ducks?"

Wen Yifan bent his lips: "Next time."

"All right." Su Tian sighed, a little envious, "You said that as a reporter, how can you fall in love so sweetly? I feel like I should change my boyfriend, waiting for the next poor unaware worm I let pigeons off every day."

Wen Yifan had a meal: "Is it so serious?"

Su Tian: "Yes."

When he lowered his eyes, Sang Yan directly sent two voices.

"Come to work overtime at that moment?"

"I'm drinking and can't drive."

Wen Yifan blinked and replied "OK".

the other side.

Noting Sang Yan's actions, Su Haoan was extremely speechless: "Why do you have to break these words? Just say, ‘I’m having a party with friends, do you want to come over?’

Sang Yan raised his eyes and knocked down the cup lightly: "I didn't drink?"

"Who the **** doesn't know what kind of psychology you are!" Su Haoan can't stand it anymore, "I know blowing my girlfriend all the time. Since the fat man got married, you brought Wen Yifan over, there are other words in your **** mouth. ?"

Sang Yan didn't speak, and drank another drink.

Su Haoan pointed to the red rope in his hand and said: "And your bracelet..."

"Yes." Sang Yan interrupted him, leaning on the back of the sofa, and said lazily, "The couple model, your sister-in-law gave it."

"..."

"There's no way, a girl, she likes to wear this stuff with me." Sang Yan raised his chin slightly, speaking with a slack, especially awkwardly, "I can't let her down."

Su Hao was convinced and stopped paying attention to him.

When it was almost time, Sang Yan got up when he noticed something on WeChat. He picked up the jacket next to him and smiled casually: "Let's go. I'm sorry, someone will pick it up."

Su Haoan threw a tissue on him: "Go away! Don't come back!"

...

Out of the unit, Wen Yifan walked directly in the direction of Fallen Street. When she arrived at the door of "Working Overtime", she sent a message to Sang Yan, did not wait outside, and went straight in.

Wen Yifan walked to the bar and waited.

He Mingbo, the bartender, already recognized her, and when he saw her coming, he poured her a glass of water.

"Do you want to go directly to Brother Yan?"

Wen Yifan smiled and thanked him. She thought for a while, and felt that this seemed to be okay, so she didn't have to let Sanyent come down. She turned to look at the stairs: "Then I will go straight up..."

She hadn't spoken yet, her wrist was suddenly grabbed from one side.

Wen Yifan silenced his voice, obviously feeling that the breath of the people behind him was completely unfamiliar. She shook her hand subconsciously and tilted her head unexpectedly. In the next moment, he met Che Xingde's drunk face.

Her breathing stopped.

Che Xingde was unaffected, grabbed her arm again, his face was obviously unconscious: "Eh, it's really frosty. I said I didn't admit my mistake..."

There is a huge disparity in strength between men and women, and Wen Yifan wants to break free, but he is completely unable to withstand his strength. She closed her eyes and opened them again without wasting any more energy. She stared at him, her toneless voice: "Are you doing anything?"

"Is there something wrong with me? Why don't I ask you to tell the old story? Why didn't I see my uncle last time?" Cha Xingde sighed, "You girl is too conscientious. I haven't seen my uncle for so long. nor--"

The next moment.

Che Xingde's arm was torn apart by the sudden appearance of Sang Yan.

The intractable, extremely weak feeling dissipated.

Wen Yifan felt that he was being pulled into his arms by Sang Yan, and his whole body was once again occupied by his breath. As soon as she relaxed, she realized that her body was shaking uncontrollably.

She never thought that she would meet Che Xingde here.

I suppressed my disgust, trying to calm myself down.

Wen Yifan raised his head.

Then, he met Sang Yan's slightly hostile brows.

She moved her lips, but could not speak.

Sang Yan's lips were straight, and she stroked her wrist with her fingers, "Is it all right?"

Wen Yifan hummed softly.

Seeing this, Sang Yan relaxed a little. He turned his head and looked at Che Xingde up and down, the emotions on his face leaked out, and he couldn't suppress it at this moment, and his tone seemed to be mixed with ice.

"who are you?"