Hard to Deceive

When the words fell, Wen Yifan shifted his gaze and fixed it on Sang Yan's lips. She paused for a few seconds, and after serious consideration, she took a step back and slowly hung the towel back to its original place.

She swept the gauze on Sang Yan with her left light.

At this moment, Wen Yifan has a kind of inexplicable, if he really kisses, he really feels like the one inferior to the animal. Feeling that what she said just now was a bit straightforward, she thought about how to decline, and simply belittled herself.

"I have no abilities either."

Sang Yan leaned against the sink halfway, his eyes drooping, and his thin eyelashes covered them. The bathroom is full of lights, the space is narrow, and the distance between the two is close, with a step-by-step ambiguity that cannot be ignored.

Wen Yifan swallowed and found an excuse: "It's twelve o'clock, then I'm going to take a bath."

Just two steps.

Sang Yan grabbed her wrist and pulled back. She was caught off guard, and the thought in her mind was not to touch his wounds, and her palms subconsciously supported the table on the side.

Her head was slightly sideways, and the distance between her and him was narrowed again.

"What are you thinking about," Sang Yan lowered his head and stared at her, his words were a little more volatile, "What else can I do?"

"..."

"Just kiss for a while," Sang Yan gently rubbed her wrist with his fingertips, speaking slowly and slowly, seemingly accusing him, "Is this also OK?"

Wen Yifan said, as if being hypnotized by him, and began to feel that if he didn't do anything else, it seemed that a kiss would not affect anything. She was silent for a few seconds before suffocating a sentence: "...This is fine."

He raised his eyebrows lightly and kept his original posture.

It didn't take long.

Wen Yifan felt him grab his wrist, stick it to his abdomen, and slowly bring it down. Then, she heard the man's gasp, raised her head blankly, and ran into his dark and dark eyes. "Hold your head up."

Before he understood the intention of his words, Wen Yifan had already obediently stood on tiptoe.

Sang Yan's lips fell along with the hot breath and moved lightly from the corners of her lips. She almost sent herself up, her head tilted back, and the soles of her feet half pressed to the ground, feeling like she couldn't touch the ground.

Perceiving her state, Sang Yan raised his hand to her waist and bit her lip forcefully.

"--Otherwise, I can't kiss him."

...

When she returned to the room and turned her phone again, Wen Yifan realized that Qian Weihua had called her two hours ago. She paused and immediately opened WeChat, wanting to apologize to him and explain the situation.

But maybe Qian Weihua also understood the situation and sent her a sentence: [I just need to bring Da Zhuang to the scene. You should go to the hospital first, interviewing witnesses, it should be fine. 】

Fu Zhuang also sent a message: [Sister, take good care of Brother Sang Yan. I will charge for you! ! ! 】

Fu Zhuang: [I heard the police say that Brother Sang Yan is still alive after being injured, and it seems that he can still fight 800, so don't worry too much. 】

Seeing this, Wen Yifan couldn't help but smile. She responded one by one, apologizing and thanking, and it took a long time before she put down her phone and lay on the bed.

Wen Yifan's emotional cognition is particularly slow.

After going to work in "Communication", I didn't feel much about the team. I just felt that the working environment was much better than before. Although the workload is still increasing compared to before, it is always easier than when I was working in Yihe Radio and Television.

But this moment.

Wen Yifan suddenly realized that she seemed to like the team.

I thought about it for a while. Wen Yifan's thoughts wandered from this end to the other, and then back to this end. I don't know how long it took, but she later realized with hindsight what had happened in the bathroom.

And Sang Yan's words.

――"Just kiss for a while."

Explicitly said.

Just kiss for a while.

Wen Yifan's ears burned slowly, and he got up to take a bath uncomfortably. She stared at herself in the mirror, and her mind was quickly occupied by the picture just now.

The man's lips gradually became more bloody, and the kiss fell like rain. His hair was moistened with sweat, his eyes were stained with affection, and he was panting with sexiness that was too heavy to ignore.

I do not know how long it has been.

In the bathroom with sandalwood scent, there is a lovely smell.

"Come here." Seeing her as if she was going back, Sang Yan grabbed her with a low voice, "Help you wash your hands."

Because of this injury, Sang Yan took a week off to rest at home.

Wen Yifan has to commute here as usual, and he is only reporting the case of Xingde Che. She tries to make time to make breakfast for Sang Yan every morning. She also makes time to come back at noon. She will also ask him what he wants for dinner before going home in the evening.

It's like taking care of children.

Sang Yan had a great time.

But after only enjoying the emperor's life for three days, Sang Yan began to feel that running back and forth like this would make her tired enough. In addition, his injury did not affect his normal life, and soon went back to work.

Under the frantic urging of the director, Wen Yifan began to work overtime every day, handing over with the police and experts, and running to the police station and the scene. Another colleague is in charge of the interview with the suspect’s family.

After Che Xingde was arrested, the police investigated his past. After many interrogations, plus the fact that Guo Ling had found his hair in his body, he confessed the facts of the crime and confessed to all crimes.

That night four years ago.

Che Xingde was called by Che Yanqin to help at the barbecue stall. When he was approaching his destination, he ran into Guo Ling in a remote alley. He recognized this girl, remembering that she was always silent and withdrawn, looked weak and incompetent, and would swallow her anger at everything.

He became lustful, and after a few words with her, he covered her mouth and dragged it deep into the alley.

After the matter.

Che Xingde thought Guo Ling would endure it, and he dared not tell anyone. Unexpectedly, it was completely different from what he thought. She cried and flipped her phone aside, making a gesture to call the police.

He threatened a few words, all kinds of dirty words in his mouth.

However, Guo Ling remained unmoved and called the police no matter what. She seemed to rely on it, and there was a support. Although she was extremely painful, she still choked and said: "I want to tell my father that he will definitely kill you..."

Finally, under panic, Cha Xingde strangled her by the wrong hand.

After that, he asked Che Yanqin nearby for help. Che Yanqin grew up with Che Xingde, and is extremely tolerant of this younger brother, and is responsive to everything, a typical "helping brother demon".

So no matter how frightened and angry she was, she didn't want to see him in jail, so she had to help him deal with the body. The two put Guo Ling in the **** plastic bag in the store, wrapped it in several more layers, and stuffed it into the suitcase.

The two siblings have not mentioned this to anyone.

I thought I could hide from the sky.

...

After typing the last word of the press release, Wen Yifan checked it and sent it to the editor.

The editor room was quiet and ordinary, staring at the screen, Wen Yifan was a little lost, thinking back to himself who trapped himself in Chen Xi's house many years ago.

When I heard Aunt Chen say that the moment Che Xingde was released, what was in my heart.

Wen Yifan can't remember well either.

But at this moment, Wen Yifan wanted to go back to the past, back to the front of himself at that time. She wanted to touch the girl's head, and wanted to tell her that everything she did was correct.

Regardless of the outcome, this is definitely not a shameful thing.

Don't accidentally get the stains on the bad guys, and feel that you are also dirty.

it's OK.

The person you like will also think you are brave.

He will thank you.

The girl who protected him.

This report was broadcast on the morning program the next day.

Before leaving get off work that day, Wen Yifan received a call from Guo Ling's father. After she returned to Nanwu, she took several calls from him one after another, all of which were to provide her with news and inquire about various things.

Maybe he saw the news, this time he came to thank you.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yifan sat there for a while before packing up and leaving the company. She found Sang Yan's car in the parking lot, got in the driver's seat, and drove in the direction of his company.

During this time the two turned completely upside down.

Fearing that Sang Yan would be unsafe to drive in this state, Wen Yifan began to take him to and from get off work every day.

When Wen Yifan drove to the door of Sangyan's company, he just happened to come out, and Zheng Kejia was following him, as if talking to him. Before long, Sang Yan walked over and got into the car.

She turned her head and stared straight at him.

Sang Yan didn't notice her gaze, fastened her seat belt, and went straight in: "Wen Shuangjiang, your stepsister just asked me to tell you, so you can go back to her house."

"..."

Wen Yifan didn't think about it, so he just said nothing.

Sang Yan glanced at her: "Are you going?"

Wen Yifan shook his head: "No plan."

Sang Yan didn't say anything.

When I got off work early today, I remembered that there was a food festival in a square nearby Fu Zhuang said.

After asking Sang Yan's opinion, Wen Yifan drove the car to the neighborhood and found a parking space. After getting out of the car, she took his hand and counted the time: "Is it time to take the stitches tomorrow?"

Sang Yan said softly.

"I'll take a shift tomorrow, so I can go with you." Wen Yifan's voice was gentle and speaking slowly, and he began to share today's affairs with him. "Sang Yan, I received a call from Guo Ling's father again today. ."

A few days after the food festival started, there was a lot of people in the square, and the surrounding was bustling.

Sang Yan looked at the road and pulled her to avoid pedestrians: "What did you say?"

"He said thank you for reporting the truth, and thank you for being so caring. That's probably what I meant." Speaking of this, Wen Yifan was inexplicably embarrassed, "Isn't it all my job?"

Sang Yan said casually: "It's your job, but I can also praise you for doing well."

Wen Yifan paused and was silent for a long time before saying: "I didn't actually like the job as a reporter before."

Hearing this, Sang Yan tilted his head: "Huh?"

After thinking about it, Wen Yifan changed his words again: "It has nothing to do with this industry. At that time, I felt that everything except dancing seemed to be the same."

The first time I heard her take the initiative to mention this, Sang Yan just looked at her without speaking.

"I actually lied to you for another thing," Wen Yifan blinked when he mentioned this, and compared with his original feelings, he felt calm. "I'm a second-year high school graduate, but it's not because I can't dance anymore. Because my stepfather thinks the expense is high, my mother told me not to jump."

"..."

Sang Yan was stunned for an instant, as if he hadn't thought about this reason at all, and didn't know how to react.

"After I gave up at that time, I never thought about it again. Because I don't know how to fight for myself." Wen Yifan said, "Whatever you do afterwards will feel dull." Sang Yan stopped and asked her. : "Do you still want to dance?"

"If it is a few years earlier, it should be thought." Wen Yifan gave an answer seriously, and then smiled. "But yesterday I finished writing the press release on the case of Che Xingde, and today I received Guo Ling’s father’s advice. phone--"

"..."

Wen Yifan's eyes curled up: "I suddenly found out that I also liked being a news reporter."

It turned out that dreams can also be changed subtly.

Before, she felt that she was only good at dancing, so after being deprived of the wings to fly upwards, she felt that she had no other ability. She only lives in the shadows and is unwilling to accept other things.

I feel that life is just going to live like this, it seems there is nothing wrong with it.

Noting that she was really happy, Sang Yan lowered her eyelashes and said in a low voice, "Just like it."

After two seconds, he added: "It's good to only show it to your partner in the future."

"..."

Wen Yifan looked at him immediately, quietly, and couldn't help laughing: "Sang Yan, did you like watching me dance before?"

"..." Sang Yan's eyelids moved, but he was straightforward, "I just found out?"

"Then I can't dance now."

"So what," Sang Yan didn't care at all, his tone was twitchy, "I like you other things too."

...

The two strolled around inside.

Wen Yifan's taste is so light that he doesn't even like to touch any beverages. He drinks boiled water most often. She had no interest in the snacks inside, and she wouldn't let Sang Yan eat it, for fear of affecting his wounds.

In the end, Wen Yifan only bought bags of handmade candy at a small stall.

Wen Yifan opened the mouth of the bag, took out one, and brought it to Sang Yan's mouth: "Are you eating?"

Sang Yan was not interested in this sweet stuff, so he glanced at it and showed resistance: "Don't eat it."

"Oh." Wen Yifan knew his taste. She stuffed the sugar into her mouth, tasted it, and gave him Amway, "It's not that sweet, but the milk taste is a bit more intense. Would you like to try it?"

After speaking, she took another one into the bag.

Sang Yan said with unknown meaning: "Okay, then I will try."

"That-" Wen Yifan raised his eyes, before he finished speaking, he saw him staring at him. In the next second, the back of her head was pressed by him, and Sang Yan's lips fell, hooked the candy in her mouth, bit it, and put it into her mouth.

"..."

Wen Yifan still had sugar in his hand, a little dazed.

"Okay, I was deceived." Because of this action, Sang Yan's lips were stained with water. He stared at her unexpectedly and curled his lips, "It's not very sweet."