Hard to Deceive

Once the embarrassment passed, Wen Yifan's mood adjusted quickly. She didn't think there was anything she couldn't mention, and she became more calm. She nodded lightly and said in agreement: "I have heard."

Sang Yan turned his head to look at her.

"I said it."

"..."

The hotel is located on a slightly off street and there are not many shops around. But there was a breakfast shop just across the street, and there were already quite a few people in the shop, most of whom lived in the surrounding neighborhoods.

The four randomly ordered breakfast and left after eating.

The car parked near the hotel, about fifty meters away.

Qian Weihua is getting older, and his body really can't bear it after running around and staying up all night during this period. I have been suffering from backache and back pain these days, and I am extremely lack of rest.

Mu Chengyun has not received his driver's license. So they had already agreed last night to let Wen Yifan drive today.

The journey takes three hours in total, which is not too far. Along the way, most of the other two were resting, and only Sang Yan, who was in the co-pilot, occasionally spoke to her.

After arriving in Nanwu, Wen Yifan first sent Sang Yan to the gate of the community, and then drove the car back to the platform.

Driving the car to the parking lot, Wen Yifan got out of the car. The three people took the equipment out of the car and walked in the direction of the building. Qian Weihua walked ahead alone, not knowing who he was calling.

As if holding back all the way, not long after, Mu Chengyun suddenly called her.

"Sister Yifan."

Wen Yifan tilted his head: "What's the matter?"

Mu Chengyun was silent for a few seconds, his tone seemed certain but he didn't want to believe it.

"Are you with Senior Sang?"

Wen Yifan was not too embarrassed to talk about the relationship between the two directly because of letting Sang Yan ride the car. I'm afraid it will give people a feeling that she does not distinguish between public and private, more like coming to fall in love than work.

But think about it carefully, except for taking Sang Yan on the way back, Wen Yifan didn't seem to be delayed on this business trip.

Feeling that there is no reason to hide it at this time, Wen Yifan nodded: "Yes."

Mu Chengyun was quiet for a while, and soon smiled and said, "That's it."

Based on Su Tian's words and Mu Chengyun's behavior earlier, Wen Yifan also saw his mind. But the two usually don't have much contact, and he didn't mention it bluntly, and she didn't take it too seriously.

Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief.

I feel that if I said this at this time, it was good to each other.

come back to the office.

Wen Yifan greeted the others, and then began to read the information frantically to write. She just wants to finish the finishing work as soon as possible, end the overtime work that lasted for half a month, and return to home to rest.

Before leaving get off work, Wen Yifan received Sang Yan's WeChat and asked her when to leave work. She glanced at the time and returned an approximate time: [About seven o'clock. 】

Wen Yifan: [What's wrong? 】

next moment.

Sang Yan sent a voice over, slowly.

"Just tell you something."

Three seconds later, another one.

"Your partner is coming to pick you up."

After finishing the remaining work, Wen Yifan packed his things and left the company. At a glance, she saw Sang Yan’s car parked nearby, walked there quickly, and got directly into the passenger seat.

Sang Yan changed his clothes and looked like he went home in the afternoon to rest for a while. At this time, his spirits improved a lot.

Not knowing why he came, Wen Yifan asked: "Where are we going now?"

"Go home." Sang Yan looked sideways at her for a while.

Wen Yifan looked back at him: "What's the matter?"

It was quiet for a while.

Sang Yan didn't speak, and suddenly loosened his seat belt, and came to help her fasten the seat belt. His face drew closer in an instant, close at hand. After finishing the tie, he didn't go back immediately, so he finished speaking from this distance.

"Don't you still owe me a gift."

This distance can even be felt by each other's breath.

Wen Yifan subconsciously held his breath: "Didn't you say you have received it?"

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows.

Wen Yifan blinked: "Then I will save this gift for you next year."

"I'm just to take care of your face, to speak nicely." Sang Yan's eyebrows were frivolous, and his tone was elongated and slow. "But you don't know who is the one receiving the gift?"

"I think," Wen Yifan thought about it, inexplicably wanting to laugh, "Let's half and half."

"..."

"Just, after the kiss," Wen Yifan was also a little embarrassed. But she recounted yesterday's situation very seriously, "You seem to be very happy too."

Sang Yan glanced at her, but did not continue to refute. His gaze slid down and settled on her lips. Then, he sat up straight back and started the car: "Okay."

"Ok?"

Sang Yan was very calm: "I admit it."

...

It's a bit late to go home for dinner at this point.

When passing by a restaurant near his home, Sang Yan stopped the car and went in to buy a dinner, and then the two returned home.

I haven't returned home for half a month, and the house seems to be the same as before she left. Everything is still in place, and they are all neat and tidy. Wen Yifan just wanted to go to bed after eating, and as soon as he sat down to eat, Sang Yan pulled her up.

Wen Yifan looked at him blankly.

Sang Yan reminded: "Did you forget something?"

"..."

Wen Yifan immediately remembered, got up and walked to the room: "You wait for me for a while."

After entering the room, Wen Yifan opened the closet and took down the bag she put on top. She glanced in, and then realized that she was a little worried, and she didn't know if he would like it.

Wen Yifan walked back to the dining table and handed him the bag.

Sang Yan took it and glanced in casually, "Clothes?"

Wen Yifan nodded: "Jacket."

Sang Yan lowered his eyes and took out to look.

It is a long coat in pure camel color.

Maybe she didn't wear this color of clothes. Sang Yan stared at it for a while and asked, "How do I buy this color?"

Wen Yifan observed his expression: "I think it suits you."

Soon, she added: "And I didn't see you wearing clothes of this color."

Although he seems to prefer to wear black.

But Wen Yifan still wants to see occasionally, he wears clothes of other colors.

Wen Yifan didn't know if he could buy this gift, and he was a little nervous: "If you don't like it, or I will give you a gift?"

Sang Yan smiled: "When did I say I didn't like it?"

"..."

"I have received a lot of gifts this year, in terms of satisfaction." Sang Yan paused deliberately for a while before he seemed to comment seriously, "Let's rank second."

Wen Yifan said, "What's the number one?"

"Number one?" Sang Yan didn't say directly, "I received it yesterday."

"..."

yesterday?

Yesterday was Sang Yeon’s birthday, and I probably received a lot of things.

She gave a cake.

They also established the relationship yesterday.

Also, according to Sang Yan's statement, that lips kiss should also count.

Wen Yifan was not sure whether it had anything to do with her, but wanted to know the answer, so he had to ask again: "What is it?"

Sang Yan asked her to guess: "What do you think?"

Wen Yifan didn't know what other gifts he had received, thinking that other people's gifts were also precious, and he didn't want to rashly claim this number one. She reached out and opened the packaging bag in front of her: "Then I will guess first."

But she guessed it for less than half a minute.

Suddenly, the strength on Wen Yifan's head became heavy. She raised her eyes subconsciously, and saw Sang Yan put her hand on her head and rubbed her head vigorously.

Not as gentle as normal people.

Soon, Sang Yan's movements stopped, and the corners of her lips slightly raised.

"Thanks."

His hand is still on Wen Yifan's head.

Wen Yifan was motionless, and ran into his dark eyes, a little bit uncomprehending: "Thank you for what?"

Sang Yan smiled: "Gift."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan shifted his gaze and fixed the frame on the jacket in his hand.

"Also, don't guess." Sang Yan retracted his hand and said lightly, "The first is you."

...

After dinner, Wen Yifan returned to the room.

After completing a series of procedures before going to bed, Wen Yifan leaned back on the bed, recalling what Sang Yan had just said last, when the door of the room was knocked suddenly. She was taken aback and sat up.

Not knowing what Sang Yan was going to do at this point, she immediately got up and opened the door of the room.

Sang Yan stood outside the door, watching as he had just finished taking a shower. Wearing casual clothes, his hair is half-wet, softly drooping to the ears, a bit fluffy. Seeing her open the door, he tilted his head, as if looking behind her ears.

The next moment, Sang Yan frowned, and directly pulled her wrist into her arms.

Following this strength, Wen Yifan leaned forward and hit his chest with his forehead.

She was defenseless and said blankly: "What's the matter?"

Sang Yan pressed her other hand against the back of her neck, and made no more movements. Then, he tilted his head slightly, looked down at the position behind her ear, and paused for a while. It seems to be watching something.

Wen Yifan understood instantly.

This distance is close, and the sandalwood scent on his body is very rich after taking a shower. Wen Yifan felt that his gaze seemed to be formed, and the places he touched were a little hot.

Wen Yifan wanted to retreat a little bit, but was fixed by him, unable to move.

Sang Yan faintly said, "Has the medicine been applied?"

"No." Wen Yifan licked his lips and explained, "It's already scabs, no need to apply it."

"I touched the water." Sang Yan let go, his tone a little unhappy, "You didn't look at it at all."

"..."

Sang Yan walked out and dropped a sentence by the way: "Come out and apply medicine."

Wen Yifan subconsciously touched the back of his ear, only then did he realize that it was indeed a bit tingling and swollen. She didn't pay much attention to this little injury, and followed Sang Yan's footsteps.

Pulling out the medicine from the TV cabinet, Sang Yan lifted his chin on the sofa: "Sit there."

Wen Yifan didn't think it was a big deal: "This injury will be healed naturally."

Sang Yan ignored her, walked back and sat next to her, and leaned forward blankly. He picked up the cotton ball, as if trying to help her wipe off the water on the surface of the wound

The atmosphere is a bit solemn.

This situation made Wen Yifan remember the scene when she applied medicine to him earlier.

I always feel that something must be done to ease the atmosphere.

When Yu Guang saw that Sang Yan was about to touch her, Wen Yifan thought about it, and suddenly dodged back.

Look at each other.

Wen Yifan suffocated a word: "It hurts."

"..."

The solemnity seemed to be shattered at this moment.

Sang Yan said with a faint smile: "Are you touching porcelain?"

Wen Yifan wanted to say that these moves were learned from him, but decided to save him some face. She leaned back again, seeming to mention casually: "After the scab was over, I didn't care much anymore. I thought it was almost done."

It implied that he should stop sullening his face.

Sang Yan did not respond to these words: "You will always get hurt in this job?"

"Huh?" Wen Yifan thought for a while, "not really."

"..."

"Occasionally, I don't know when it was drawn this time," Wen Yifan said with a smile, "and I didn't find it right away. I didn't know until my colleague told me. It didn't hurt.

Sang Yan disinfected her with iodophor, looking like a demon king, but acting lightly.

"It really doesn't hurt?"

Somehow, when Wen Yifan's voice stopped when he heard this, he swallowed his denial inexplicably. She stared at Sang Yan's profile, and subconsciously answered the truth: "It hurts a little."

Sang Yan's strength seemed to be lightened again: "Does it hurt now?"

Wen Yifan: "It's okay."

After the treatment, Sang Yan threw the cotton swab into the trash can: "Don't touch the water in the bath tomorrow."

"Great."

Sang Yan began to pack things, and said casually: "Go to sleep."

Wen Yifan said, stood up and walked towards the room. But soon, she turned her head and looked at Sang Yan who was still sitting on the sofa, and said: "Will you still apply medicine for me tomorrow?"

"..."

As if she had never thought that she would take the initiative to say this, Sang Yan stopped. He also looked at her for a long time before he looked back.

"Come and find me by yourself after the shower."