Hard to Deceive

"..."

Wen Yifan stared at the screen for a long time, and his scalp numb when he was startled by the words "desire" and "possession." Her expression was a little stiff, her fingertips moved on the screen, and a question mark was slowly tapped.

Before she could send it, Su Tian, ​​who had just returned from the computer room, interrupted her attention.

Su Tian's rolling chair slipped, and he leaned in to whisper to her: "Damn, I just came in and saw that the intern thought I had gone wrong, which shocked me."

Subconsciously turned off the screen of the phone, Wen Yifan raised his eyes: "Huh?"

"The new male intern." Su Tian pretended to glance casually, as if falling in love, "God, I'm in love. A handsome little dog-shaped guy, tall, handsome and cute. of."

Wen Yifan said amused: "Why don't you say that you are a big and strong little milk dog."

Fu Zhuang happened to pass by.

Su Tian rolled his eyes and said straightforwardly: "He is a little dog at best."

"..." Fu Zhuang stopped immediately. Although he didn't hear the previous words, he immediately checked his seat and shouted, "Sister Tian, ​​why are you still attacking personally! Why am I going to die!"

Su Tian sent him away in a few words: "I didn't say you."

When Fu Zhuang left, Su Tian continued to gossip with Wen Yifan: "How do I feel this little milk dog keeps looking at us, does he look at you or me?"

After the conversation, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Wen Yifan's profile, and she instantly changed her words: "Okay, it's me who humiliated myself."

"..."

Wen Yifan followed along.

At this time, Mu Chengyun was sitting in the position, staring at the computer screen with a cold face. Within a few seconds, it may be that they noticed their eyes and raised their eyes suddenly. After hitting their eyes, he immediately laughed embarrassedly.

It looks really cute.

Wen Yifan also smiled politely and retracted his eyes. She didn't feel anything strange, and said gently: "Which way so much thought. It should be just the first day to work, I want to get acquainted with my colleagues."

"That's not just gossip. Why are you not interested in handsome guys at all." When it comes to this, Su Tian is a little curious, "Eh, do you like this type?"

"what?"

"How do I feel that you are not interested in this at all. Do you have a favorite type? What is your ideal type?" Su Tian began to list to her, "Gentle? Domineering? Cheerful?..."

Wen Yifan was stunned, and Sang Yan's incredible face flashed in his mind inexplicably.

Realizing this thought of herself, Wen Yifan's breathing stopped, just to meet Su Tian's face waiting for her to answer. After being quiet for a few seconds, she gave up this thought and smiled without answering.

The short chat ends.

Wen Yifan continued to write the manuscript for a while, and after a while, remembered that she had not had time to reply to Sang Yan's news. She turned on the phone, looked at the string of words again, and felt as if she had received some spam.

But there was a buffer period, and I didn't find it too unacceptable to look at at this time.

Instead, there is a feeling of numbness.

Wen Yifan deleted the question mark in the input box and typed it again hesitantly.

【then you】

【Are you ok? 】

Three seconds later.

Sang Yan: [? 】

He didn't know exactly what he did during sleepwalking, and Wen Yifan couldn't explain it. After caring about the status of the "victim", she directly asked: [How do you hope to solve this matter? 】

Sang Yan: [Let's talk about it. 】

Wen Yifan couldn't help saying: [You seem to have been thinking about it for a long time. 】

As if he was too lazy to type, Sang Yan sent another voice.

Just two words, dragging and taking it for granted: "Yes."

"..."

Nothing else.

As if to say, even if I think about it for another ten years, you have to wait.

Wen Yifan endured forbearance and replied with a good temper: [Okay, then slowly think about it. 】

...

Even though he said that, Wen Yifan didn't take the initiative to mention this matter, and Sang Yan seemed to have forgotten completely.

His state is like, he can not mention this matter, but if Wen Yifan shows the slightest reaction of forgetting this matter, he will not change his face and remind her with extremely straightforward condemnation.

Let her not forget her "evil deeds."

I can't forget that he is the weak, humble, and abused side.

And she is a ruthless licentious demon who is forgotten when she is finished.

After a long time, Wen Yifan really began to feel that when he was sleepwalking, he was pierced by something and became a prostitute. And the only thing in the house that can give her a prostitute, and the most unlucky thing is the famous Sangtou card in Fallen Street.

The price is too high to be affordable.

She is heavily in debt.

I was also frightened by the calm before the rain.

There is always a kind of Sang Yan outside of this calm, where she can't see, is preparing some big trick to deal with her.

After May Day, the group recruited two new reporters through the agency.

After a few days, the director specially selected the time when everyone had a good time, and organized a small party to welcome the newcomers. At noon, the notice of the meeting came down, but the location has not yet been determined.

After receiving this notice, Fu Zhuang still grieved to come to Wen Yifan to complain: "Sister, the director said that this party will also include the one that welcomes me."

Wen Yifan didn't react: "What's wrong with this?"

"I have been here for an internship for four months! He said that he is never favoring one or the other," Fu Zhuang looked aggrieved, "Let me not feel neglected!"

"Very good." Wen Yifan comforted, "If you are not counted this time, only Fang Li and the others are welcome. Then what is the difference between you and the air in the team?"

"..." Fu Zhuang was silent for three seconds, "There is also some truth."

Mu Chengyun heard the conversation between the two of them and joined in: "Sister Yifan, are you coming tonight?"

This gathering is not compulsory. After all, most people have to go to work the next day. The director also said that it is a voluntary principle. But out of courtesy and respect, most people will participate.

Wen Yifan had an appointment with an expert to do a telephone interview at night, but he was not sure.

"Not necessarily, let me see the situation."

Fu Zhuang said, a little disappointed: "Sister, do you have anything tonight?"

Mu Chengyun also asked, "Are you going to be busy until late?"

"Yeah." Wen Yifan said casually, "I will try my best to rush over."

...

After Wen Yifan finished the telephone interview and wrote the first draft based on the interview, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. She packed her things and was about to leave, and the director happened to come out of the office.

Wen Yifan was stunned: "Director, didn't you go to dinner?"

The director's name is Gan Hongyuan, nearly fifty years old, with a slightly fat figure, and his eyes narrowed into a slit when he laughed, as kind as a Maitreya Buddha. With a briefcase in his hand, he smiled and said, "Just finished the meeting."

Wen Yifan nodded.

"You just finished your work, let's go to the party together, relax and relax." Gan Hongyuan said, "Their dinner is over, now it's another one. It's near the company, let's go together."

Wen Yifan hadn't planned to go, so this time he had to say goodbye.

On the way.

Gan Hongyuan chatted with her all kinds of past events, her voice was gentle and smooth, and it sounded like hypnosis. At the end, he will add a few words of chicken soup in his heart and very philosophical words, hoping to resonate in Wen Yifan's heart.

Wen Yifan has no waves in his heart, but he can only show sympathy in front of him.

Getting along is also considered harmonious.

While Gan Hongyuan was intoxicated with memories, Wen Yifan took the time to glance at the phone. After seeing the news in the group, I knew that the second half was scheduled for the overtime bar. The group of people has already arrived there, and a deck is opened so that those who haven't arrived can pass directly.

This place reminded Wen Yifan of Sang Yan.

Recently, Wen Yifan has not seen Sang Yan at home too often. He seemed to be busy, instead of staying at home all day long like before, either lying on the bed like he was paralyzed and playing with his mobile phone, or sleeping in the room idly.

She did not ask what Sang Yan was up to.

It is guessed that he has found a new job and started to live the life of an office worker.

To the overtime bar.

Wen Yifan was taken by the waiter to the deck where the others were.

Before it was over, Wen Yifan could hear them playing extremely loudly from a distance, looking noisy and excited. But when I saw Gan Hongyuan, everyone was quiet.

It's like being **** in nature by something, not as external as before.

However, Gan Hongyuan just came over and walked around symbolically, and left after a short stay.

Wen Yifan came late and didn't know what they were playing, so he could only watch quietly. She sat on the edge first, and the person next to her happened to be Su Tian. During this period, someone always gets up to the toilet or does something else.

People come and go, and the position is constantly changing.

Unconsciously, the person next to Wen Yifan became Mu Chengyun.

Mu Chengyun seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, his cheeks blushed a bit, and he looked unconscious. Seeing Wen Yifan, he curled his lips and called her very politely: "Sister Yifan."

Wen Yifan nodded and reminded: "Don't drink too much, you have to go to work tomorrow."

"I didn't drink a lot," Mu Chengyun looked obediently, "only drank this can."

As soon as these words fell, Fu Zhuang just came back from the toilet and sat next to Wen Yifan. He was talking gossip again, slightly excited: "Sister Yifan, I just saw your classmate!"

Wen Yifan turned his head: "Who?"

Fu Zhuang: "Just that—"

He stopped.

Obviously can't remember the name.

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

Fu Zhuang scratched his head. After thinking for a long time, he could only say: "That! Beautiful and miserable!"

"..." Wen Yifan glanced around.

The light in the bar was too dark, and Wen Yifan’s vision was not good, so Sang Yan was not seen. She retracted her gaze lightly, did not respond, only smiled.

On the contrary, Mu Chengyun next to him asked: "What is so beautiful?"

"Did I not tell you?" Fu Zhuang took out his phone and quickly flipped to the video. "Come on, let's enjoy it together, my idol! My dream in this life is to be like him! Rich, handsome and awesome! force!"

Mu Chengyun took it, looked down for a long time, and suddenly said, "This seems to be Senior Sangyan."

Fu Zhuang was taken aback: "Do you know him too?"

"Have you not read that post from the school?" Mu Chengyun looked at it for a while and then returned his phone to him. "On the school-reviewed post, it is still on the forum homepage, and it is posted every day."

"I have nothing to pay attention to who is the school grass and does what, I am not a **** guy." Fu Zhuang said, "So what do you mean, this beauty is also from Nanda?"

"Yes." The video was mosaiced, and Mu Chengyun didn't know it. "If I didn't admit it wrong."

"Can be admitted to Nanjing University." Fu Zhuang's heart is even more unbalanced. "Didn't he even have good grades?"

"Yes, I have seen him once." Mu Chengyun said, "My former minister was in the same class as him. After their graduation ceremony, I followed them to their dinner party."

Fu Zhuang: "Then, has something amazing happened?"

"It's nothing, it's quite impressive." Mu Chengyun smiled, "Because of graduation, everyone would drink a symbolic drink at that time, but they didn't drink much because they had to go to work the next day."

Mu Chengyun: "But the two influential figures in the Department of Computing, Mr. Duan and Mr. Sang, two people, one does not touch the wine, the other does not change the color and filled a dozen bottles."

Fu Zhuang was curious: "Who has filled a dozen bottles."

Mu Chengyun: "Senior Sang."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan stopped drinking and looked over.

Fu Zhuang reasonably analyzed: "Then he opened a bar just because he likes to drink?"

"Not so much." Mu Chengyun recalled, "He seemed to be in a bad mood that day. He didn't say anything, so he just drank there. Some people advised him not to drink, but he didn't hear him."

"Oh." Fu Zhuang was not very interested in these, and said casually, "I guess something happened, the graduation season. He may have been dumped, or the confession failed, or the person he likes is going to go. Other cities are separated from him."

"Maybe." Mu Chengyun said, "I heard him say a word one night."

Fu Zhuang was interested again: "What are you talking about?"

Mu Chengyun thought for a while and looked dizzy: "It's been too long, I can't remember it."

Fu Zhuang was stunned by him, and he was flustered: "Then don't mention it!"

"..."

That's the topic.

Hearing Sang Yan's past from others, Wen Yifan didn't have any sense of participation, but he was always in a strange mood. She lowered her head and stared at the sparkling wine in the glass, and it took a while before she recovered.

...

He had to go to work the next day, and Wen Yifan was busy all day, so he felt sleepy. She didn't stay long, drank all the wine in the glass, and found a reason to leave.

Mu Chengyun also followed: "I have to go back too."

The others were playing vigorously and didn't force them to stay, just to make them be careful on the way.

The two walked out.

When Wen Yifan passed the bar, he unconsciously glanced at that area, and quickly retracted his gaze.

Out of the bar.

Wen Yifan wanted to go to the subway station, and then thought of Mu Chengyun next to him, and asked, "Are you going back to Nanda?"

Mu Chengyun didn't seem to be drinking well, and his eyes were a little confused at the moment, as if he was drunk.

"Well, that's right."

Wen Yifan: "Then let's go to the subway station together."

Mu Chengyun: "Good."

After walking a few steps, Mu Chengyun looked like he could not walk and was about to fall. Wen Yifan subconsciously grabbed his arm and supported him: "Are you okay?"

Mu Chengyun murmured: "It's a bit unstable."

Wen Yifan hesitated, thinking about what to do, a person suddenly came up behind him. The man reached out his hand to grab the hat of Mu Chengyun's sweater, and said blankly: "You can't stand still, right?"

Hearing this voice, Wen Yifan looked over.

Face Sang Yan's profile.

Sang Yan wore a black suit abnormally today. Now the tie was loosely tied, and the coat was open, revealing the white shirt inside. This dignified dress didn't make him a little more disciplined, and his arrogance didn't hold down half a point, but it was even better.

After speaking, Sang Yan raised his eyelids and fixed his eyes on Wen Yifan's hand on Mu Chengyun's arm.

Then, he lifted it up again, and met her.

Wen Yifan was about to speak.

Sang Yan first said, "Let go."

"..." She immediately let go of her hand.

At the same time, Sang Yan unceremoniously dragged Mu Chengyun forward, as if doing a good deed. The two of them grew tall and walked fast, and gradually moved away from Wen Yifan behind them.

After a long while, Mu Chengyun broke away from his hand, his expression disappeared: "Senior Sang?"

Sang Yan also retracted his hand and looked at him up and down: "Who are you?"

"I am also a student of Nanjing University." Mu Chengyun smiled, "I saw you before."

"Oh." Sang Yan pulled his lower lip, "Are you awake?"

Mu Chengyun's expression was not half empty, and he rubbed his head again, looking as if he hadn't been relieved: "What?"

Sang Yan looked at him and smiled suddenly: "Hey, stop pretending."

Mu Chengyun stopped.

"No other tricks? Just your tricks," Sang Yan looked loose, as if he didn't pay attention to his behavior at all, "I used it 800 years ago."

"..."

Sang Yan smiled: "If it's useful, it's your turn?"