Hard to Deceive

Chapter 33:

Wen Yifan's lips were warm and dry, as if the brand was falling, burning on the skin.

Breathing is light and shallow, smooth and regular, skipping like feathers. She carried a very faint rose breath, as if a Gu was planted in it, spreading all around, disturbing people's minds everywhere.

The distance is so close that when she blinks, her eyelashes will sweep his face. The touch seemed to be non-existent, which intensified the unreal feeling, bit by bit, tearing his reason.

Sang Yan raised his hand uncontrollably, and soon stopped in the void. He closed his eyes, tried his best to restrain his desire, his palm gradually tightened, and he recovered.

He also wants to be a man.

This non-evasive behavior is enough to take advantage of the danger.

During this period, Wen Yifan slowly sat upright, keeping a distance from him.

There was no expression on her face, and her expression was so calm that she was not the one who had just kissed the corner of his lips. The scene before him changed back to what it was a minute ago.

Nothing happened.

"Hey, Wen Shuangjiang." Sang Yan raised his eyes to look at her with a low voice, "You just kissed me."

"..."

It seems like time is up.

Wen Yifan stood up and started walking in the direction of the room.

Fearing that she would almost hit the cabinet like just now, Sang Yan also stood up. His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of waking her up: "Are you going to run away if you kiss someone?"

Wen Yifan walked forward slowly and stopped for a while as he passed by his room.

"But I can't afford to suffer the most," Sang Yan leaned against the wall, staring at her behavior, "So you owe me once."

"..."

She continued to walk in the direction of the master bedroom.

After confirming that she would not bump into anything, Sang Yan stopped and did not continue to follow. The expression in his eyes was unclear, and he finished speaking slowly: "When you wake up, you will return it to me."

Due to a severe lack of sleep, Wen Yifan was barely woken up by the alarm clock until ten o'clock the next morning. She dazedly turned off the alarm clock, lay on the bed again and woke up for a while, then sat up hard after a long while.

She had a gentle expression, habitually looking in the direction of the door, and quickly withdrew her eyes casually.

After a few seconds, Wen Yifan raised his eyes again slowly and looked at the front of the door.

Only then did he realize that the area was empty, and there was no chair at all. Her eyelids moved, she became sober in an instant, and she looked around.

It didn't take long to find that the chair was leaning against the dressing table.

It seemed that it had returned to where it should be, and it didn't look right at all.

"..."

Wen Yifan was at a loss.

Could it be that she was too sleepy yesterday and felt that she had moved the chair over mentally, but in fact she didn't act like this physically?

Or is it just sleepwalking?

At this moment, Wen Yifan even wanted to install a monitor in the room to record what he did during sleepwalking, so that he would not feel at a loss as he did not know what was happening.

If something really happened, at least Wen Yifan still had time to think of something in advance to deal with it. She got up, trying to remember whether she moved the chair before going to bed last night, and went to the toilet to wash.

But this matter, the more I think about it, the less sure it is.

After finishing himself, Wen Yifan left the room. It was too early now. She entered the kitchen and planned to go out with a sandwich, but happened to run into Sang Yan who was cooking noodles in the kitchen.

Her footsteps stopped.

Sang Yan raised his eyes and glanced at her.

"..."

I always feel the atmosphere is weird.

The weird things that had been placed on her the other day seemed to have been transferred to Sang Yan. But his expression didn't contain any emotions, and he didn't take the initiative to say anything. It seemed that it was just her illusion.

Wen Yifan closed the refrigerator and asked hesitantly: "I was yesterday..."

Sang Yan stirred the contents of the pot with chopsticks.

She finished speaking in a low voice: "Did you sleepwalk?"

Sang Yan gave a faint hum.

"Then I shouldn't do anything?" Without waiting for him to answer, Wen Yifan repeated the previous words first. "Just as I said before, when you see me sleepwalking, just treat me as air. If I get close to you, try to avoid it."

Hearing this, Sang Yan turned off the fire: "I haven't said anything yet, why did you start to separate the relationship?"

Wen Yifan explained: "It's either to dismiss the relationship, or to remind you."

Sang Yan picked up the pot and said casually: "Do you want to eat?"

Wen Yifan was about to say "don't eat", after all, time is too late. But he glanced at the noodles in his pot and hesitated, feeling that it was not too late: "Eat."

Sang Yan: "Get your own bowl."

Wen Yifan took two bowls from the cupboard, followed behind his ass, and continued to talk: "Then what did I do last night, were you still asleep?"

She remembered that she didn't go to bed until two in the morning last night.

He didn't look up: "Get up in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom."

Wen Yifan sat at the dining table and waited patiently for his next words. But seeing that he only paid attention to his face and didn't say anything for a long time, he took the initiative again: "I had it yesterday, so, do you do something inappropriate?"

Putting the freshly prepared noodles in front of her, Sang Yan looked at her and said with a smile, "Did you last night?"

Wen Yifan: "Yeah."

Sang Yan paused for a few seconds, seeming to be remembering, and then said: "I didn't do the same behavior as before."

Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief.

He added: "However."

Wen Yifan looked at him immediately.

Sang Yan smiled: "Did more excessive things."

Wen Yifan: "?"

Noting her look, Sang Yan raised her eyebrows: "Don't make up for those images that are not innocent."

"..."

She didn't even think about that! ! !

Wen Yifan calmed down, feeling that he was going crazy, but he had to be extra calm, and didn't think it was a big deal at all. She pursed her lips and asked persistently, "So?"

"I won't talk about the details," Sang Yan said lazily, "I'm afraid you will feel the world collapsed after listening, and I can't believe that you still have such a side."

"..."

He said with a beating, "I am such a caring and tolerant person."

"It's okay, just tell me." Wen Yifan swallowed, "I can accept it."

Sang Yan looked at her, his eyes slid down her eyes, landing somewhere. His eyes darkened and he pressed the corners of his lower lips lightly. He retracted his gaze, his tone was calm and calm, and he seemed to be greatly bullied: "Forget it, I can't say it."

Wen Yifan: "..."

Your character.

You, fucking, and, you can’t say anything?

"Let's tell you so." Sang Yan tapped his fingertips on the table and said clearly, "I'm in a good mood recently. So I don't care about these things with you for the time being."

"..."

"But in the future, I will let you return one by one."

Wen Yifan really doesn't like the feeling of being in debt, and sincerely said: "Can you pay it now?"

Sang Yan leaned back and leaned back in the chair: "It's not time yet."

Wen Yifan: "How can I pay it back?"

Sang Yan didn't answer.

The current situation made Wen Yifan think of the name she called out because of a slip of the tongue the first time she went to an overtime bar - "Sangtou card". At that time, Sang Yan thought he was going to prostitute him.

Now she seems to be acting a bit like "prostitution", but it's not very good.

She has done bad things and must pay him some mental damage.

What does it mean?

Wen Yifan also couldn't think of how he could pay for this behavior, so he could only think of the most logical solution, and hesitated: "Is it necessary to collect money?"

Sang Yan's expression froze.

"Well, can I write you an IOU first?" Wen Yifan was still a little embarrassed during this period of time. After a period of time, he will not be so humble. "Then you just wake me up next time. Up."

Sang Yan stared at her blankly, did not continue this topic with her, and after a long while, he said impatiently, "Hurry up and eat."

...

The situation afterwards seemed to be reversed.

Wen Yifan had previously heard him say that he kissed him during sleepwalking. In addition, it had been several days, and she had accepted it no matter how she couldn't believe it.

Although Sang Yan said that she did something more excessive this time.

But he always speaks like this, and Wen Yifan doesn't quite believe in what outrageous things he can do.

Last time I kissed him, he could still explain that he was unprepared, but now Sang Yan has understood his sleepwalking problem. If he did something excessive, he couldn't stop it.

Wen Yifan didn't take this sleepwalking too seriously.

On the contrary, Sang Yan became weird over there, as if repeating her previous reaction. As if it was just a slow response, at this time, he later realized that it was extremely difficult to accept that she had kissed him.

Identified by the chair she put in front of the room before going to bed.

Wen Yifan probably judged that the frequency of his sleepwalking was not high, and he only appeared once in a while. In addition, Sang Yan didn't mention her sleepwalking, and she gradually felt relieved.

Unconsciously, time is approaching the end of April.

Previously, Fu Zhuang and Wen Yifan mentioned that they would recruit new people in the group, but there has been no follow-up. Wen Yifan thought his news was wrong, and did not take this matter to heart.

It's almost time to forget.

Monday afternoon.

Wen Yifan returned from an interview with Fu Zhuang and found two new faces in the office.

They were a man and a woman, and they looked like two college students. Because there was no teacher to take when they first came, they both had nothing to do at the moment, and they were sitting in their seats looking through the information.

Fu Zhuang seemed to know one of them, and he smiled and shouted: "Mu Chengyun."

Hearing the name, Wen Yifan looked at the boy's face again, only to realize that it was the boy who signed him before. She turned to look at Fu Zhuang, and asked casually: "You know?"

"Yes, my classmate, Mu Chengyun." Fu Zhuang introduced to her enthusiastically, "What I told you before is the one who came to ask me if our team is still recruiting. He is quite famous in our department. , He has also made movies! The thieves are awesome!"

Hearing the conversation between the two, Mu Chengyun stood up and came over to say hello: "Hello, senior, I am the new intern Mu Chengyun."

"Just call Sister Yifan or Sister Wen. You call senior who knows who you are calling, this is all your seniors." Fu Zhuang patted his chest proudly, "I am also your senior."

Mu Chengyun immediately looked at Wen Yifan, as if seeking her consent.

"You can call it whatever you want." Wen Yifan said, "have we met before?"

"Yes." Mu Chengyun smiled shyly, "I didn't expect Sister Yi Fan to still be my fan."

"..."

Fu Zhuang was shocked: "Sister, have you seen his movie?"

Wen Yifan was silent for three seconds without explaining: "Yeah."

Another intern also interjected at this moment. She looked like a more lively character, and smiled with a small tiger tooth: "What movie? I'm listening to whether I have watched it."

Before anyone could answer, the girl said again: "By the way, my name is Fang Li. Senior, then I will call you Sister Yifan again?"

Wen Yifan answered his voice, did not continue talking to them, and returned to his seat. She turned on the computer and saw Fang Li took out her mobile phone and added WeChat with Fu Zhuang and Mu Chengyun.

After a while.

Wen Yifan just opened the document and felt that the light next to him was dim. She raised her eyes and saw Mu Chengyun standing next to her, politely asking: "Sister Yifan, can I add your WeChat?"

Fang Li also came over, standing next door and waiting.

Wen Yifan paused, picked up the phone, and nodded: "Sure."

After being verified by their friends, Wen Yifan checked WeChat. I happened to see that not long ago, the current landlord sent her a message, urging her to pay for this month's rent.

Seeing this, Wen Yifan noticed that it was time to pay the rent.

She can't remember anything when she gets busy with work.

Wen Yifan quickly apologized and transferred money to him directly through online banking. After the transfer was successful, she found Sang Yan's WeChat and sent a sentence: [The rent for this month should be paid. 】

Wen Yifan: [You can transfer to Alipay. 】

Afterwards, Wen Yifan put his phone aside and began to write a press release.

Less than half a minute passed.

The phone screen next to it lights up.

Wen Yifan picked up the phone to unlock the lock screen while looking at the computer.

The transfer record of Sang Yan is displayed on the interface.

She clicked it casually, intending to confirm the amount.

——Sang Yan transfers 30,000 yuan to you.

After exiting Alipay, Wen Yifan opened WeChat and was about to give him a "received" message, but felt that something was wrong. She tilted her head, reopened Alipay, and looked at Sang Yan's transfer amount again.

Wen Yifan silently counted the 0 behind.

one two three four……

"..."

"?"

Four zeros.

Isn't that ten thousand?

His rent is three thousand a month.

If you want to live for another two or three months, you won't be able to transfer 30,000...

Wen Yifan took a screenshot directly and sent it to him on WeChat: [Why do you transfer so much? 】

Sang Yan returned quickly: [What. 】

About another minute passed.

Sang Yan: [Oh. 】

Sang Yan: [There is too much zero. 】

"..."

Wen Yifan thought that being rich is different.

He felt that if she hadn't mentioned it, he would have never noticed it.

Wen Yifan: [Then I will turn it back for you. 】

Sang Yan: [No need. 】

Sang Yan: [Save it next time. 】

Wen Yifan thought he was just staying for one more month, but he was a little confused when he saw this. She thought for a while, and then asked: [How many months have you lived? 】

Sang Yan: [? 】

The tone is not visible in the text, and Wen Yifan added another sentence: [I will confirm. 】

Wen Yifan: [This is how I can decide when to start looking for a new roommate. 】

This time Sang Yan didn't reply immediately.

After a long time, he sent a voice over.

Wen Yifan clicked to listen.

Sang Yan lazily trailed off: "You live until you pay off the debt you owed me."

"..."

Wen Yifan didn't understand: [What debt? 】

Another one.

Sang Yan: "Why do you want me to remind you?"

Wen Yifan hasn't figured it out yet.