Hard to Deceive

After Wen Yifan's brain twitched and blurted out the title "top card", he thought that Sang Yan would be annoyed. After all, this does have a bad connotation. But to her surprise, he seemed to enjoy it instead.

Every time in front of her, he can quickly enter this identity.

While saying this, Sang Yan moved her hand down, her voice slightly muted: "Isn't it that you have coveted me for a long time? I always tried everything to take advantage of me--"

"..."

"Why do you have this right now," Sang Yan kissed her lips again, his tone was slightly turbulent, and he appeared vaguely, "On the contrary, I suppressed my desire."

I don't know if I listened to him.

Wen Yifan hooked his neck harder and opened his mouth subconsciously, wanting to say something.

The next moment, his lips and tongue came in again. This time the force was gentler, and I kissed her again and again, as if teasing, and as if seduce step by step.

Gradually decline.

Follow her chin to the neck, and finally stop at the position of the collarbone. With bright and charming water marks, along with a little rose-colored mark.

Wen Yifan's thoughts gradually drifted, raising his head, unable to remember anything. She just wanted to get closer to the man in front of her, just want to follow him, and longing to be able to eliminate all her anxiety.

Sang Yan raised his eyes again and met her. Then, Wen Yifan felt that his hand was stopped somewhere by him. His eyes were dark, the corners of his lips curled up, and the **** in his voice was not concealed.

"Where do you want to touch me?"

"..."

He pushed it down slightly.

"here?"

Wen Yifan stared at his eyebrows, his expression seemed clear and confused. She didn't seem to be in the state of this affair at all, more like she was seeking stability, and whispered: "It's all good."

Sang Yan's movements paused slightly.

She kissed his Adam's apple, as if trying to send herself up completely: "It's okay."

"..."

Sang Yan lowered his eyes and stared at her. As if finally aware of her fault, his breath was still extremely hot, but he didn't make any further actions and stopped completely.

Following his Adam's apple, Wen Yifan's lips continued to drop.

Before she could make any extra movements, Sang Yan raised his hand and fixed her head. Then, his strength went back and lifted her face. The eyes of the two met.

Wen Yifan stared at him dullly: "What's the matter?"

"Wen Shuangjiang, what's the matter?" Sang Yan didn't let up the desire in his eyes, stroked the corner of her lips, and said lightly, "Tell me well."

Wen Yifan didn't answer, and said, "Don't you continue?"

"Just thinking about this? But why do I feel that you are not paying attention at all?" Sang Yan observed her expression, sighed imperceptibly, and began to ask, "Why did you come out suddenly?"

Wen Yifan's reason slowly returned. She pursed her lips, breathing a little bit urgently: "I can't sleep a bit."

Sang Yan mentioned Cha Xingde again: "Because of what you just mentioned?"

Wen Yifan didn't say a word, as if tacitly.

"..." Sang Yan stretched out his hand to pinch her face again, with a bit of force, "I told you, it's a big deal. If you don't mention it, Lao Tzu has no impression at all."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan looked at him again.

Sang Yan: "Anything else?"

Wen Yifan shook his head.

"Wen Shuangjiang, the number of sleepwalking you have recently," Sang Yan frowned slightly, speaking slowly, "a bit frequently."

Wen Yifan lowered his head and said calmly: "Maybe I slept too little recently."

"If you really feel tired, take a vacation and rest for a few days." Sang Yan said, "Okay?"

"…Ok."

"I may have to go to Yihe in a while. My sister won't be back there during summer vacation, and my parents can't rest assured, let me go there." Sang Yan lowered her head and bit her earlobe, "You said you How does this let me pass?"

"I'm really fine." Wen Yifan felt itchy and shrank his neck. "When will you be there?"

"At the end of July."

"How long does it take?"

"One week." Sang Yan still stared at her, and said quietly, "If there's nothing wrong, just go ahead."

"In the past, it was only good to accompany you. She, a little girl, is really uncomfortable over there. Don't quarrel with her." After that, Wen Yifan seemed to have returned to his usual appearance." Then I will help you take a look at the hotel when the time comes? I should be a little more familiar with it than you."

Sang Yan's expression was unclear, and it took a while before he responded, "Okay."

I don't know if the phone call had an effect, or it was just my own psychological effect. After that, Wen Yifan did not see Che Xingde again, nor did he hear this person from his colleagues.

On WeChat, Zhao Yuandong did not mention the uncle's family to her again.

With the disappearance of these people, Wen Yifan's emotions slowly returned to normal.

Next, Wen Yifan intermittently contacted the car sales consultant through WeChat.

She had already picked the car, so she just had to pay for the formalities. But he was persuaded by Zhong Siqiao a few more, saying that the National Day was almost here, and it would be much cheaper to buy events at that time.

Wen Yifan was persuaded and felt that it made sense, and finally planned to wait a few months.

As a result, the plan to buy a car has been on hold.

Sang Yan didn't mention this matter very much, nor was he impatient because he had to pick her up from get off work every day. Just casually mentioned that if she usually needs a car, she can just drive his car.

With the arrival of midsummer, the temperature in Nanwu continues to rise, and it seems to have reached a peak in late July. The sun is venomous, and the heat evaporates upwards along the concrete floor, which makes people feel a little bit dry for some reason.

Wen Yifan received a hotline saying that there was a chain restaurant that did not meet the sanitation standards, causing many customers to vomit and diarrhea, and the impact was quite serious. Currently, the Food and Drug Administration has stepped in.

After finishing the information, Wen Yifan applied for an interview car with Taili and left the unit with Fu Zhuang.

As soon as he got out of the building, Fu Zhuang scratched his head, and suddenly remembered something, his tone was a little embarrassing: "Sister, I didn't get my cell phone. You are here for two minutes, I'll go back quickly."

"..." Wen Yifan said helplessly, carrying the equipment on his back, "Go ahead."

"Yes!" Fu Zhuang shouted as he ran inside, "Immediately!"

Wen Yifan took out his mobile phone and waited for a while. After standing for a long time, she felt that the equipment was a bit heavy. She thought about it and sent a message to Fu Zhuang: [I am waiting for you in the car. 】

Then, she raised her foot and walked in the direction of the parking lot.

After finding the location of the interview car, Wen Yifan was about to walk over, when the strap of his backpack was suddenly pulled from behind. Unprepared, she took a few steps back with this force, turned around and looked back abruptly.

It's like history repeating itself.

He met Che Xingde's face again, like a lingering face.

"Finally I ran into you." Cha Xingde smiled lividly, and the strength in her hands loosened with her actions, "You can be really good. During this period of time I came back and forth every day, and never saw it. You don’t have to hide from your uncle like this."

Wen Yifan raised his head and glanced at the monitor: "Isn't what I said before is clear enough?"

"What are you talking about?" Che Xingde didn't say much to her this time. His intention was very clear. "Okay, then I will tell you clearly. If you want to get rid of us, you can. You can give me 10,000 yuan first. ."

"..."

"I was reimbursed for the money that was extorted by your man before, otherwise none of us would have a better life."

As if he hadn't heard, Wen Yifan ignored him and continued to move forward.

Perhaps it has always been regarded as air, and Che Xingde's anger is even better, as if he has no patience. His expression was a little bit more sulky, and he pulled the bag beside her directly: "Damn! I gave you a face, right? Your stupid man doesn't give me face! Do you **** dare to show my face? !"

Wen Yifan's bag was torn off by him and held in his hand.

Then, Che Xingde pushed her harder, venting very heavily.

"Fuck your **** slut! It's amazing to climb up the rich, right?"

Wen Yifan stepped back uncontrollably, and there were a few jagged branches in the bush next to her, which were drawn to her thighs, cutting out a few very obvious wounds. She grunted in pain, stabilized her body a little, and looked down.

I saw that my thighs were already bleeding.

Che Xingde seemed to want to step forward.

At this time, Fu Zhuang also got his phone back. Seeing this situation, he froze for a while, accompanied by great anger: "Hey! What are you doing!"

With the appearance of other people, Che Xingde's sanity seems to have returned. He snorted, gave Wen Yifan a fierce look, and wanted to leave with her bag.

Fu Zhuang stretched out his hand to stop him while calling the police, and couldn't help but explode: "You **** robbery and hurting people are still so blatant? Waiting in jail, fool!"

Che Xingde yelled: "You **** just squatted in jail! I robbed my niece with anything!"

"Fu Zhuang, just wait for the police to deal with it." Wen Yifan straightened up, as if he didn't feel any pain, "If there is monitoring, I'm not afraid of him running."

"..."

Che Xingde was slightly stunned, only then did he notice the surveillance next to him. He was a little panicked, but still forced an arrogant smile on his face: "I am not holding something from outsiders. Do you think it is useful to call the police? Do you have time for the police to take care of your trivial housework."

"Okay." Wen Yifan looked at him and said blankly, "I'm waiting."

Because of this incident, Wen Yifan received this report from another colleague. She took a long vacation and went to the police station with the arriving police. After the director cared a few words about her, he sent Fu Zhuang over to follow the news very well.

Wen Yifan first went to the hospital to treat the wounds and examine them, and then went to the police station to record his statement.

Not long after, Che Yanqin rushed over after receiving a call. Seeing Wen Yifan's existence, she immediately understood the situation and said to the policeman: "Police colleague, what are you doing? Why is this a robbery?"

Che Yanqin's attitude was not good, and the voice of the policeman's reply was impatient: "Why not? There are both personal and physical evidence. The case can be opened."

"We are relatives! This is my niece!" Che Yanqin was on fire, "You have no family? Take things from family members as snatches?!"

The police frowned: "You speak carefully!"

Wen Yifan was not disturbed at all. She looked at the policeman in front of her, the emotion on her face was very weak, and she explained calmly: "This is my elder mother, but I am not familiar with them."

"..."

"Also," Wen Yifan paused and continued, "Che Xingde has been harassing me for a long time. I don't know if this can be filed together. The surveillance in front of my company should be able to find out. ."

...

After recording the confession and coordinating the various procedures, Wen Yifan went home directly. She wanted to take a bath, but because she was afraid that the wound on her leg might get water, she could only wash her head and wipe her body with a towel.

Noting the hideous scars on his legs, Wen Yifan applied medicine and then put on a pair of trousers.

After leaving the toilet, Wen Yifan lay down on the bed and sent a message to Sang Yan by the way, saying that he had arrived home.

Thinking that Sang Yan was going to Yihe tomorrow, Wen Yifan opened the software and helped him look at the hotel. She was a little sleepy looking at it, and when she was drowsy, she heard a little movement in the hallway.

Wen Yifan opened his eyes immediately, and after struggling for a while between sleeping and Sang Yan, he got up and walked out.

As soon as he walked to the living room, he met Sang Yan's eyes.

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows: "How early is it today?"

"Yeah." Wen Yifan sat on the sofa, "I came back after the interview and did nothing to do."

Sang Yan put on his slippers and walked in, his eyes lowered. Seeing her trousers, he sat next to Wen Yifan and asked casually: "Da Xia Xia, why do you still wear trousers at home?"

Wen Yifan lowered his eyes and lied subconsciously: "It's a menstrual holiday, it's a bit cold to blow on the air conditioner."

Hearing this answer, Sang Yan thought about it: "Are you early this month?"

"..." Wen Yifan was stunned and said, "Ah, yes. Not so accurate."

"Then you don't turn on the air conditioner to sleep tonight," Sang Yan didn't doubt, he habitually pulled her into his arms, stretched out his hand to cover her lower abdomen, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Yifan stared at his face and suddenly couldn't speak. She broke the topic and whispered: "Aren't you going to Yihe tomorrow? Pack your things first."

Sang Yan smiled: "What's there to clean up."

"Tomorrow your plane at 8:30 in the evening," Wen Yifan began to plan carefully, "Then you come to our company after get off work, and I will drive you back to the airport after I take you to the airport?"

"Okay." Sang Yan lowered his head, pressing the warm palms on her lower abdomen, and said casually, "I'll cook you some brown sugar water later, and then go to bed after drinking."

Wen Yifan avoided his sight: "No need."

"Why don't you?" Sang Yan said lazily, "I don't want you to wake up with pain in the middle of the night and toss me."

"..."

The next afternoon.

Out of the office, Sang Yan went into the toilet. As soon as he pulled off his trousers chain, a man stood next to the urinal and greeted him very kindly: "Sang Yan, you also go to the toilet."

"..." Sang Yan looked sideways and met Xiang Lang's face, "Are you busy?"

"It's been a long time since I saw you, just say hello." Xiangyin Qingrun said casually, "Although we are in a company, we haven't met several times."

Sang Yan didn't bother to care about him.

Xiang Lang didn't care about his attitude, just amused: "Why do you always treat me like this? It's been this way since high school."

Sang Yan glanced at him, wanting not to smile, and said, "You just look quite disgusting."

"..."

After solving the problem, Sang Yan turned and walked towards the sink.

"You don't need to be like this. I and Yifan are friends. How long have you been targeting me." Xiang Lang followed, and when he mentioned this, he remembered another thing, "By the way, the one I said before Any appointment to go to Yihe University together is also nonsense." Hearing this, Sang Yan slowly raised his eyelashes.

"I was deliberately looking for you to be unhappy, but it was quite boring to see that you didn't have any reaction. But it's been so long, so you don't have to be punished for drinking." Xiang Lang opened the faucet and laughed, "Don't you Yifan is angry about this."

Sang Yan snorted lightly.

Xiang Lang looked at him with interest, feeling a little bit that the two of them were still together after so many years: "To be honest, I always thought you had the best chance to catch up to Yifan."

"..."

"But you are still too lucky." Xiang Lang said casually, "I feel that if it weren't for Yifan to move to Beiyu with her uncle, you two should have been together."

Sang Yan's eyes stopped: "Uncle?"

"Yes."

"Isn't she living with her grandma?"

"No, she lived with her grandma for a period of time. Then she stayed with her uncle." Maybe it was because I thought it was too long, and Xiang Lang didn't continue to mention it, and went out, "I'm leaving, work. went."

Sang Yan was still standing there, his eyelashes drooping, not knowing what he was thinking.

...

At six one, Sang Yan left the company on time and drove downstairs to Nanwu Radio and Television. He found a place to park, lowered the car window, and sent a message to Wen Yifan: [here]

Wen Yifan returned quickly: [Immediately, you wait a moment. 】

Sang Yan's fingertips tapped on the window edge, and he was a little absent-minded about what Xiang Lang had just said.

In high school, Wen Yifan lived with his uncle's house, but told him that he had been living with his grandmother. Her "uncle" is the younger brother of her elder mother. On the day the college entrance examination result came out, he went to Beiyu to find it, and met this "uncle" who was pestering her.

She said she didn't know this person.

Combined with this time, Wen Yifan's emotions after meeting the man.

Sang Yan's lips gradually straightened, and a speculation gradually emerged in his mind that made him extremely unbelievable. He didn't dare to think about it anymore, turned his head to pick up the cigarette case, and just smoked a cigarette.

At this moment, Sang Yan suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Brother Sang Yan!"

After hearing the sound, Sang Yan looked over and met Fu Zhuang's big eyes.

Fu Zhuang came over and lay down in front of his car window, very familiar: "Are you here to pick up sister Yifan from get off work again?"

Sang Yan had met him several times, and was really in no mood to speak at the moment, just nodded.

"You are such a wonderful boyfriend." Fu Zhuang stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him, "But you shouldn't have to worry too much recently. The perverted man is now being held by the police station, and there should be nothing to do in the near future."

"..." Sang Yan tilted his head and grabbed four of the words: "Perverted man?"

"Yes, it's insignificant and disgusting. I'm mad at what I said." The more he talked, the more angry he became, and the volume increased. "I have been saying that everything is her niece. I always come to the station to harass her, and I went to the police station yesterday."

Sang Yan's voice gradually softened: "Is the police station?"

Fu Zhuang nodded: "Sister Yi Fan was pushed by him, and a lot of blood was left on her legs. It hurts."

After talking for a long time, Fu Zhuang reacted somewhat strangely: "Brother Sang Yan, don't you know? Sister Yi Fan didn't mention it to you?"

Sang Yan played with the cigarette in his hand and was silent for a few seconds.

"mentioned."

Afraid of delaying Sang Yan's plane, Wen Yifan did not dare to linger after receiving his news. She left the unit and found Sang Yan's car in a familiar place. After getting into the co-driver, she asked, "Should I drive there?"

Sang Yan: "No."

He stopped talking and started the car directly.

Wen Yifan nodded, lowered his head and turned out his mobile phone, and said: "By the way, I helped you choose a few hotels last night, all of them are near Yida. It's summer vacation. There are many vacancies in the hotels, so don't worry. Order. Wait a while to see which one you prefer, and I'll order it for you again?"

Sang Yan said.

Perceiving his reticence, Wen Yifan looked over. She was about to talk, and instantly noticed that the direction of the car seemed to be wrong, and hesitated: "Did you drive the wrong way? We are going to the airport now, this way home."

Sang Yan continued to look ahead, with a cold tone: "Go home first."

"..." Wen Yifan didn't know what was going on, he asked hesitantly, "Did you have anything you didn't bring?"

Sang Yan hummed perfunctorily again.

Wen Yifan glanced at the time: "Then we have to hurry up, I'm afraid you won't catch the plane."

Inexplicably, Wen Yifan felt that the air pressure in the car was extremely low at this moment. She was a little uncomfortable, her right eyelid jumped, and she couldn't help asking: "Are you in a bad mood today?"

Sang Yan didn't say a word.

Wen Yifan: "What's wrong?"

Seeing that he still didn't speak, Wen Yifan said that he was happy again, hoping to make him feel better. Seeing that he had no desire to talk, he slowly stopped talking.

She was a little sad, and she felt a little bit about to come.

Drive all the way to the underground garage of Shangdu Huacheng.

After getting out of the car, Sang extended his hand to hold Wen Yifan's wrist and walked towards the elevator. Wen Yifan stared at his profile, somehow, there was always a bad feeling, but he didn't know what happened.

She tried to say a few words to make him happy.

Sang Yan would respond to her, but his tone was different from any one in the past, always extremely cold. It seemed that he was just taking a word, not wanting to embarrass her, but in fact, he didn't have any desire to speak.

On the 16th floor, Sang Yan took out the key to open the door.

The two walked in.

Wen Yifan stood in the hallway, and didn't intend to take off his shoes: "Then you go get them--"

Before she could finish speaking, Sang Yan picked her up and put her on the shoe cabinet. He looked at her blankly, as if he wanted to confirm something, and straightened her trousers upwards.

"..." Wen Yifan's expression froze.

At this moment, because of his actions, she understood the reason for his bad mood.

Wen Yifan subconsciously stopped his movements.

Sang Yan's reaction was quick, and she didn't pay attention to her resistance at all. He fixed her hands with one hand, and continued to stroke her firmly until he reached the base of the thigh.

Her legs were fair and tender, with no scars.

Sang Yan stopped, looked up at her again, and began to stroke the other trouser leg without saying a word.

Wen Yifan was really anxious now, but he couldn't escape his strength.

"Sang Yan!"

As soon as she reached the position of her thigh, Sang Yan clearly saw the scar on her leg. There were several blood stains, not yet scabs, and blood could be seen in a few places, with redness and swelling, and it was extremely shocking.

At this moment, Sang Yan's anger seemed to be completely ignited.

He closed his eyes, suppressed the fire and asked, "How did it happen."