Hard to Deceive

His tone seemed to be questioning, but it was no different from the notice.

Wen Yifan tilted his head and stared at his arrogant and arrogant appearance, and the remaining panic gradually disappeared. She squeezed his fingers hard, and the corners of her lips curled up: "Yes, yes."

Sang Yan looked over: "What?"

"But," Wen Yifan held back a smile, "don't you owe me an old man?"

"..."

Silent for a few seconds.

Sang Yan withdrew his gaze calmly, his voice was slow and leisurely: "Then owe it first."

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

The aisles of the hospital are quiet and bright.

The man's arm was tied with gauze, and the black T-shirt on his body was a little bit gray, but he didn't look at all embarrassed. He was born tall and thin, and his eyebrows were sharp and cold, but he seemed to be softer in front of her.

"I'll pay you back in fifty years."

...

The two went down to the first floor to get medicine.

Wen Yifan took the various documents in Sang Yan's hand and looked at it carefully. When she saw a certain sheet, she stopped her eyesight and suddenly asked, "You also hurt your waist?"

"Ah." Sang Yan just remembered, "It's also broken a bit and there are no stitches."

"..."

Wen Yifan's gaze was fixed, looking straight at him, and inexplicably annoyed: "What is the doctor's order, have you listened to it?"

Sang Yan said casually: "The dressing was changed in a week, and the stitches were removed in two weeks."

Wen Yifan: "What are the taboos?"

"No, eat as usual." Sang Yan kept aside the whole process, as if the person who had just had so much blood was not him, "Just this little injury, you can't take such careful care."

"..." Wen Yifan pressed his lips and retracted his eyes, "I'll check it myself."

Hearing her tone, Sang Yan had a meal and said meaningfully: "Wen Shuangjiang, you are quite aggressive when talking to me now."

Wen Yifan didn't look at him, took the medicine given by the pharmacist, and after confirming the daily dosage, he turned around and said to him, "Oh, rush?"

Sang Yan lowered his eyes.

Wen Yifan grabbed his wrist and walked forward: "I'm afraid you won't hear it."

"..."

Sang Yan felt that her appearance was quite fresh, and let her drag her: "No temper, why are you so fierce today?"

Wen Yifan said stiffly: "I will be angry if I say it."

The implication is.

She had reminded him a long time ago that if he retaliated, he would have to bear her "rush".

"Then you didn't scold me just now," Sang Yan seemed to be trying to put himself in a poor position, but the tone he said was particularly owing, "Didn't we two make up? Why are you doing this now? Let's settle accounts again."

Wen Yifan became very fast: "I didn't make up with you."

Sang Yan followed her, was quiet for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed a few times.

His laughter seemed to add fuel to the fire. Wen Yifan's lips stretched straighter, feeling that he was completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem and didn't want to say a word to him.

After leaving the hospital, Wen Yifan stopped the car and asked the driver to drive back to Shang'an.

On the way.

Wen Yifan took the mobile phone to himself, searching for precautions after the knife wound and stitches. Her appearance was already sharp, but now she was stern and silent, and looked even more cold.

Sang Yan leaned on the side, staring at her behavior: "Then how do you make up with me?"

Wen Yifan didn't raise his eyes: "Wait for you to heal."

"..." Sang Yan almost choked, a little suspicious of his ears, "No, Wen Shuangjiang. When you were injured, how did I make you an ancestor? How to change to me will be the treatment."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan looked at him: "How can you provide for me."

Obviously, he frightened people with a straight face every time.

"No? Okay." Sang Yan curled his lips and began to show weakness, "Then you come for me."

Wen Yifan ignored him.

Sang Yan laughed again and said, "It hurts so much."

"..."

Wen Yifan was half-hearted, and continued to check how the scar after the stitches was removed.

Seeing the content on her screen, Sang Yan was really puzzled, and reached out to pull her mobile phone: "What scars, don't check it. What happened to my elders leaving a scar."

Wen Yifan's hand is empty.

Following this move, she looked at Sang Yan again. Staring at his leisurely appearance, she endured the urge to go up and pull his face and deliberately **** him off: "Scars are ugly."

"..."

"Then you have to retire." Afraid that he would not understand, Wen Yifan reminded, "The first card."

Sang Yan's eyebrows moved slightly: "Isn't my face looking good?"

Wen Yifan: "This also affects."

"Isn't that good?" Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and said lazily, "I have a family now.

"No." Wen Yifan was afraid that he would not worry about this at all, and that he might suffer such severe injuries in the future. "If you close the mountain and cease to be a'degenerate street card', then I will lose face. ."

"..."

The car drove back to the alley near Nanwu Radio and Television.

The two got out of the car. Wen Yifan took the car key, walked back to Sang Yan's car, and got into the driver's seat. Worried that Sang Yan would affect the wound, she leaned in to help him fasten his seat belt.

Sang Yan sat quietly on the spot, looking at her still strained face, bending her lower lip.

Wen Yifan has been angry only a few times. In the eyes of other people, he always has a good temper. He doesn't care about anything. Sometimes he gets a little depressed by his words, and his emotions disappear in a blink of an eye.

It seemed that there was no way to affect her mood at all.

So at this moment, Sang Yan felt like he had a tendency to be abused.

Seeing her tantrums with him because of his injury, and becoming unscrupulous in front of him, and no longer always cautious as before, he felt in a good mood.

Fastened his seat belt, Wen Yifan did not rush back, and gently started to lift his clothes.

"..." Sang Yan paused, "What are you doing."

Wen Yifan's movements did not stop until she saw the gauze around his waist and the blood oozing slightly above him, she stared for a few seconds before letting go and sitting back straight.

Silently began to wear a seat belt.

"Are you done?" Sang Yan said in a hurry, "Don't want to touch it?"

Wen Yifan didn't joke with him, but didn't continue to sulking. She sat in the same place and was silent for a few moments before she said something imperceptibly: "Go back and say it."

"..."

It was close to eleven when I got home.

Sang Yan sat on the sofa habitually. After a while, Wen Yifan also sat next to him, and began to lift his clothes again, as if looking for other places for wounds.

He drooped his eyelids, leaned back in the chair, and let her toss.

After a while, Wen Yifan stopped and poured a glass of water into his hand: "Have you had dinner?"

Sang Yan took a few sips: "Yeah."

Wen Yifan asked again: "Then are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

She crackled another string of questions, and Sang Yan looked at her and responded one by one. At the end of the question, Wen Yifan felt that there was nothing to say, and then remembered something: "By the way, your phone was in my bag and was picked up by a passerby."

Sang Yan said.

With that, Wen Yifan half got up and hooked the bag, took out the phone from the bag and put it on the table: "The screen is broken, but it can still be used. You can call your boss and ask for a few days off. ."

Sang Yan: "Okay, aren't you sleepy. Go to bed first."

Wen Yifan shook his head.

Sang Yan glanced at the time: "I'll take a bath first."

Wen Yifan frowned: "You can't get wet."

"I know." Sang Yan stood up and rubbed her head vigorously, "I'll wipe my body."

"Oh."

As soon as Sang Yan walked to the door of the room, he noticed that Wen Yifan was also following. He opened the door and walked into the room, and she followed in. He walked to the closet and she followed.

Where to go.

He seems to have a tail.

Sang Yan flipped through the closet, then turned his head out of the room, and walked towards the balcony. He could hear Wen Yifan following him behind him. He turned his head and called her: "Wen Shuangjiang."

Wen Yifan responded: "Huh?"

Sang Yan thought it was funny: "How long will you stick to me?"

"I want to see." Although the main idea was to stay with him, Wen Yifan still did not admit it. She blinked, her voice was gentle, "How can I help you."

Sang Yan stopped, and his fingertips slid up her arm, flirting in the words.

"Didn't I just tell you that I was going to take a bath?"

"..."

He lowered his voice, implying: "So what are you going to help me with?"

There was silence.

Wen Yifan looked as usual and stared at him.

What to help him.

Oh.

Take a bath.

"..."

wash! bath! !

Great.

Just take a bath! ! !

Otherwise, what if he touches water! ! !

After a long while, Wen Yifan did a good job of psychological struggle, and said gently: "It's okay."

"..."

Sang Yan was extremely speechless. At this moment, I really felt that Che Xingde would find a place to stabb him. He withdrew his hand, looked back at her for a long time, and withdrew his gaze ruthlessly: "Who can do it with you, go to bed."

After speaking, he stopped talking to her, went to the balcony to get his clothes and went into the bathroom.

Avoiding the wound, Sang Yan took off his jacket and threw it into the bucket aside. Afterwards, he unfastened his belt.

At this time, the bathroom door **** was unscrewed from the outside.

Sang Yan moved for a while.

After the two rented together, the toilets were used separately. The bathroom of the master bedroom that Wen Yifan has been using has never entered this toilet. So every time Sang Yan takes a bath, she doesn't have the habit of locking the door.

The next moment, the door was pushed open.

Wen Yifan walked in calmly and closed the door: "I want to bathe you."

"..."

Sang Yan laughed angrily.

This time it is still imperative.

I want it.

Instead of what I think.

Sang Yan pulled off the belt and hung it aside, and did not make any extra movements after that. He leaned against the sink, his expression casual and a little provocative: "Okay, you come."

"..."

After moving in from Sang Yan, Wen Yifan entered this toilet for the first time.

Sang Yan was naked, with a small circle of gauze wrapped around his waist and left arm. His hair was pure black, his complexion was paler than usual, and he was a little sicker and more abstinent.

Wen Yifan picked up the towel on the side, turned on the faucet, and adjusted it to warm water.

She took the time to take a look at Sang Yan, but suddenly realized that he couldn't wipe himself at all at this moment, he couldn't wipe anything on his back, and he might even get wounds in the process.

It would not be worth the loss.

Wen Yifan washed the towel, unscrewed it, and began to follow his Adam's apple, to his chest, and then to his abdomen, carefully rubbing it down. She tried to keep herself alone, not thinking about other things, just treating the man in front of her as a wall.

The toilet is too quiet.

There is no other communication between the two.

At the second time, Wen Yifan saw his Adam's apple roll up and down a few times.

The next moment, Sang Yan lazily called her: "Wen Shuangjiang."

Wen Yifan raised his head: "Huh?"

Sang Yan's eyes were deep, with extremely obvious desire.

"I'm hard."

"..."

Wen Yifan licked his lower lip. When he didn't hear him, he lowered his head again, speeding up this time. After wiping his upper body all over, she washed the towel and whispered: "Then you rush it yourself--"

When he noticed a certain part of him, Wen Yifan couldn't utter the word "lower body" inexplicably, so she calmly changed her mouth: "――legs, and then prepare to go to bed?"

Sang Yan was still leaning on the original position, the **** in his eyes remained unchanged.

"Is this going to sleep?"

"Huh?" Somehow, Wen Yifan was inexplicable, "What's wrong?"

"Wen Shuangjiang," Sang Yan was touched all over by her, but the touch was imperceptible, like a long torture, "I think I can't do anything for a waist injury, right?"

Wen Yifan blurted out: "Is that not true?"

"..."

There was silence again in the small toilet.

After a few seconds, Sang Yan looked at her and smiled instead: "But isn't you still there?" "..."

Sang Yan said slowly and shamelessly.

"Come over and let me kiss."