Hard to Deceive

"..."

If this continued, Wen Yifan felt that he would be brainwashed by Sang Yan.

—— She has long heard of the stunning beauty of the Sangtou card in this town shop, and came to see its magnificent beauty. Even if she found that the card was her former suitor, she was still moved by it, and then tried every means to find a sense of existence in front of him.

All actions done in front of him are purposeful.

Wen Yifan endured the urge to spit, and calmly replied: [It turned out to be you. 】

Wen Yifan: [Sorry, I have caused you trouble again. Or you can see when it's convenient for you, and I'll ask you to get it. 】

After thinking about it, she felt that they could completely eliminate the opportunity to meet: [Or you put the key in your bar, I will go to the bar to get it. do you think it's OK? 】

Waited a while.

He didn't reply immediately.

Wen Yifan didn't worry, and didn't spend time waiting for him. She continued to be busy with her work, carefully revised the first draft and sent it to the editor. When she heard the phone rang, she picked it up and glanced at it.

Sang Yan: [Not free these days. 】

Wen Yifan patiently replied: [Then when will you be free? 】

next moment.

Sang Yan sent a voice over, lazily: "Saturday night."

Saturday night...

Wen Yifan thought about it.

She takes a shift on Sunday.

I took the key with him on Saturday night and returned it to the former landlord on Sunday. It seemed just right. You have to tell the landlord that it will be a few days later, but there should be no problem.

Wen Yifan: [Okay. 】

Wen Yifan: [Whether it's at the overtime bar or near your home? 】

Wen Yifan: [I don't want to bother you to run too far. 】

About half a minute later, Sang Yan sent two more voices.

Wen Yifan clicked.

Sang Yan chuckled unclearly, and uttered two words leisurely: "My house?"

"..."

Wen Yifan's eyelids twitched.

When this playback ends, it will automatically skip to the next one.

From the lines of Sang Yan's words, Wen Yifan could clearly hear that the messages of "Your intentions should not be too obvious" were revealed in his words, but he didn't clearly say: "Huh? Don't."

Sang Yan: "You can come directly to the door of'Overtime'."

"..."

I thought that since the masks of both sides were torn off, the way of getting along would probably be normal, but Sang Yan may have been sought after too much in recent years, and the sense of superiority is too strong.

As a result, no matter how ordinary things happened, he felt that others had other attempts against him.

At this moment, Wen Yifan clearly realized that he must be alive and well when speaking in front of Sang Yan.

It doesn't work to talk a little bit about himself.

Wen Yifan sighed and replied: [Okay. 】

After that, Wen Yifan put the phone aside.

The editor happened to email her the amendment. Wen Yifan opened it and noticed the time at the bottom right of the computer.

There is a momentary drift of thoughts.

It suddenly occurred to me that the last time she met with Sang Yan, it seemed that it was two days after New Year's Day. The key must have been dropped at that time, and it was almost a week since now.

Why did you come to tell her about the key now?

Don't want to contact her, so wait for her to contact her?

It seems there is such a possibility.

Wen Yifan didn't pay much attention to this matter either.

After the overtime, Wen Yifan returned home.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Wang Linlin really lying on the sofa in the living room. She was watching TV while applying a facial mask, and there was a bowl of fruit salad next to her. She seemed to be in a good mood, still humming a song.

Wen Yifan took the initiative to call her: "Sister Lin."

Wang Linlin said vaguely: "I'm back? It seems to be quite early today."

"Well, not much today."

"This work is tiring, right?" Wang Linlin muttered, "I have spent the past few years in "Transmission", how many people have left. Who can stand it if I only work overtime without increasing the price. You see how many people in our team get out. The sickness came, and the salary was spent on going to the hospital."

Wen Yifan just laughed: "It's okay."

"By the way, Xiao Fan," Wang Linlin sat up and said, "Did you get up in the middle of the night last night?"

Wen Yifan was stunned: "No."

Wang Linlin also seemed to just casually mention: "That should be my dream. How do I feel that there is movement in the living room half asleep and half awake. I saw the time at that time and it was more than three in the morning."

"..." Hearing this, Wen Yifan suddenly remembered one of his previous problems. But it's been a long time since Wang Linlin said it, and she wasn't sure about it. She thought about it and didn't mention it.

"Yeah." Wen Yifan glanced at the time and proactively said, "Sister Lin, I'll take a bath first."

"Wait a minute, you can wash it later." Wang Linlin stopped her and patted the position next to her, "Xiao Fan, let's talk. You sit here, I have something to tell you."

Wen Yifan walked over obediently: "What's wrong?"

"You have to promise me first," Wang Linlin took off the mask and threw it in the trash can with a flattering expression. "You will never get angry after listening to me."

Wen Yifan nodded: "Okay."

"I told you just now that this job is really tiring. I can't afford a bag that my boyfriend bought me with one month's salary. It's really my limit to be able to work for so long." Wang Linlin Said, "I handed over my resignation to the director a few days ago, and I don’t plan to do it anymore. My cousin introduced me to a job at Gaozikou—"

When she said this, she stopped and her voice became quieter: "Isn't this still quite far away?"

Wen Yifan instantly understood what she meant: "Are you not going to live here anymore?"

Wang Linlin explained: "Don't be angry. I didn't know in advance that my new job is so far away. I originally wanted to share with you."

"..."

Probably because I really feel wrong, Wang Linlin's attitude is much better than usual: "I should move a few days later. I must find you a new shared roommate before I move. Do you think this will work?"

Regarding this matter, Wen Yifan's mood actually didn't fluctuate much.

Today, when Su Tian said that Wang Linlin had resigned, she had thought about this possibility, so she was not too surprised at the moment. Not to mention angry.

Wen Yifan's expression is gentle: "It's okay, I can understand. You can find a suitable job, and I'm happy for you. You don't have to worry too much about the new roommate, just think of a solution myself."

"Oh, Xiaofan, you are so nice!" Wang Linlin sighed in relief, holding her arm and acting like a baby, "I am worried that you will scold me. The shared roommate I first looked for was because of this reason. There was a fight."

"..."

When the matter was resolved, Wang Linlin began to complain: "I'm really speechless, I didn't think I did something wrong anyway, I can't move a house? Then when I asked her to share a house, how could I think I would move so soon? what……"

Wen Yifan curled his lips and said nothing.

"But Xiaofan, you are still very reasonable," Wang Linlin smiled sweetly, "I will definitely find you a very reliable roommate."

"No, it's okay."

"Oh, it's okay, don't worry." Wang Linlin said, "I will definitely ask your opinion before looking for it. If you don't like it, I won't force you to live with the roommate I introduced."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan responded.

"Then trouble you."

What Wang Linlin meant was that after the handover of work matters, she would almost move after she officially resigned. Because she has already found a house in Gaozikou and will move out before next weekend at the latest.

But Wen Yifan was not too anxious.

After all, Wang Linlin has already paid one month's rent here.

She still has some time to find a new roommate.

But Wen Yifan didn't know many people in Nanwu City, and the classmates in the same class had no longer contacted him. Although she was added through the QQ friend list at the time, her WeChat address book contained many high school classmates in Nanwu at the time, but they had never contacted.

So they are not familiar.

It's actually no different from strangers.

Wen Yifan still intends to ask Zhong Siqiao for help.

After all, Zhong Siqiao grew up here, and even the university was in Nanwu. He must have known more people than her. And the people introduced by Zhong Siqiao, she will also feel reliable and relieved.

Before I knew it, it was Saturday night.

Knowing that Sang Yan couldn't take the initiative to find him, Wen Yifan first sent him a WeChat message when he was about to get off work.

It was close to eight o'clock that Sang Yan had a reply: [Come here. 】

Wen Yifan's outline has not been finished yet, but she can't make Sang Yan wait for her. She packed up her things and planned to continue writing when she went home. Say goodbye to the rest of my colleagues and left the company.

It's almost time to Fallen Street.

Wen Yifan took out his phone and sent another WeChat message to Sang Yan: [I'm almost there. 】

After walking a little further, Wen Yifan walked to the pass that must be crossed when entering Fallen Street. Before she could go inside, she noticed that Sang Yan was standing outside the pass at the moment.

He was leaning against the black street lamp pole, his complexion was irradiated by the light, and his face still showed no expression as usual. Still wearing dark-colored clothes, his breath is cold and repellent from thousands of miles away.

Wen Yifan never thought that Sang Yan would bring it to her personally.

I thought he would put it at the bar, or find a waiter to pass it to her.

She didn't want to waste him too much time, and accelerated her pace. Just as she was about to call him, Sang Yan had already discovered her existence. His chin was slightly raised, his posture was lazy, and he threw the key into her arms without saying a word.

Wen Yifan subconsciously reached out to catch it: "Thank you."

Sang Yan nodded lightly.

Wen Yifan put the key back in his pocket and rushed home to write an outline. She never expected Sang Yan to be able to speak on the scene, so she could only come by herself: "Then I won't disturb you, so I will go back first?"

He didn't answer.

"I have troubled you too many times during this period," the other party wouldn't agree anyway, and Wen Yifan began to do superficial courtesy again. "You see when it is convenient for you. I will ask you to have a meal. I will be free anytime. ."

Sang Yan smiled: "How many times do you have to mention this?"

Without waiting for her to answer, Sang Yan looked at her straightforwardly, as if he could clearly see her thoughts at the moment. The corners of his lips curled up in a shallow arc, and he said, "If you don't get my consent, you can't stop?"

"..."

"Okay." Sang Yan seemed to be entangled a little impatiently, and reluctantly said, "Then today."

"..."

Unexpectedly, he would get such a reply, Wen Yifan's expression was a little stiff.

Noting her expression, Sang Yan tilted his head, and said a little bit of playfulness: "What?"

Wen Yifan helpless: "Nothing, what do you want to eat?"

Sang Yan raised his foot and walked forward: "Whatever."

Wen Yifan hurriedly followed up: "Do you have any restrictions?"

"a lot of."

"..."

Wen Yifanti: "Why don't you eat hot pot?"

Sang Yan: "No."

Wen Yifan: "Where is the barbecue?"

Sang Yan: "It's a smell."

Wen Yifan: "Sichuan cuisine?"

Sang Yan: "Too spicy."

Wen Yifan: "What about the casserole?"

Sang Yan: "Don't eat."

"..."

Wen Yifan has never seen anyone more difficult to serve than him.

She has always ordered takeaways or cooked them herself, and rarely went out to eat. Now she can't think of anything else. Wen Yifan sighed and said in a good temper: "Then you choose the one you want to eat. I can do it, I have nothing to avoid."

Sang Yan was about to talk when his cell phone rang suddenly.

He picked it up.

The two were close together, and the voice on the other end was too loud, so Wen Yifan could clearly hear the voice on the phone: "Sang Yan! Your house is exploded!"

"..." Sang Yan frowned, "Say something human."

"Fuck, that's not right. It was your downstairs that exploded!" The voice of the person on the phone became more and more excited, and even began to roar, "Burn your house! It's all the **** burned out! Come back quickly!!!"

The surroundings became quiet for a moment.

Wen Yifan immediately raised his head and looked at his mobile phone.

"..."

It seemed that it was too noisy, Sang Yan took the phone farther, and then put it back to his ear when the other end was over. His expression did not change, and he calmly said, "Oh, then you can give me a 119."

After speaking, he hung up.

He looked at Wen Yifan, as if nothing had happened: "Let's go."

Wen Yifan: "Your home is on fire, won't you go home?"

Sang Yan asked, "Am I a firefighter?"

"..."

A few seconds passed.

Wen Yifan asked suddenly: "Can I take the liberty to ask, where is your home?"

Sang Yan glanced at her: "What are you doing."

Wen Yifan took out the phone from his pocket and said honestly: "I want to rush over to make a report."

"..."