Hard to Deceive

The table next door didn't understand the situation, only heard the word "substitute", and knew what Sang Yan had been trying hard to follow but couldn't do before. The eyes looking at Sang Yan became a little bit more sympathetic.

Sang Yan twitched his forehead and looked up at him blankly.

At this moment, Su Haoan looked at Wen Yifan again, like an old mother: "Wen Yifan... Although I also understand that Sang Yan, a normal person, can't bear it--"

Wen Yifannane listened.

"It looks good, maybe it's not satisfactory." Su Haoan continued, "It's just that my life has grown a pear vortex, which makes you admire... But you can't just think of him because of this--"

Sang Yan couldn't listen anymore, got up and slid Su Haoan. He looked at Wen Yifan and said "I will take him to sober up" like a report, and then dragged Su Hao'an out, tusk: "Let's go, don't be embarrassed."

After they left, there was no noise in the box again, and it was quiet for a while.

Wen Yifan thought about it and asked, "Can you tell that the first love I just said was Sang Yan?"

A girl replied: "I can guess it."

Several people answered, all of which answered in the affirmative.

Wen Yifan was relieved. Seeing the other table was still paying attention to the state of this side, she smiled and added: "That's good. I chased Sang Yan for a long time before, and I'm not too embarrassed to say it. Sang Yan took care of it. For the sake of my face, I didn't tell his friends about this."

The others responded with a smile.

The topic is so brought over.

After a while, Xiang Lang turned his head and talked to Wen Yifan, as if he felt a little funny: "It's you who care about Sang Yan's face. I have heard Su Hao'an say that Sang Yan said you were chasing him everywhere. People believe."

"..."

the other side.

Su Haoan pressed Sang Yan and washed his face, and after barely breaking free, his consciousness was mostly clear: "Damn, do you want to murder! Then how did I know that Wen Yifan Bai Yueguang also had a **** pear? eddy!"

"..." Sang Yan let go, somewhat hard to say, "Are you having a problem somewhere."

Su Haoan: "?"

However, the term Bai Yueguang pleased Sang Yan. He hooked his lower lip, and didn't bother to care about the idiot in front of him: "If you can't drink, don't drink, don't be like cerebral palsy all day long."

Su Haoan held on to the sink and spit out the water in his mouth: "I'm drinking well."

Sang Yan took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Why don't you talk about it anymore. Don't bear it, you are pretending to be forceful in front of me." Su Haoan sighed, stretched out his hand and patted his arm, "Think about it again. You can't live so green in a lifetime. ."

Sang Yan tilted his head, his voice was slightly cool: "You never thought that the white moonlight was me?"

Su Haoan was silent and patted him on the shoulder again: "Don't dream."

"..."

The two went out to the corridor and smoked by the window at the end.

Su Haoan took out the lighter and lit the cigarette, and gradually understood the situation: "That first love Wen Yifan said was really you?"

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows, noncommittal, but the expression was particularly obvious.

"I take it." Looking at his arrogant appearance, Su Haoan felt that his guilt just now was like feeding a dog. "Just tell me the truth, have you two been secretly dating for these years?"

"..."

Su Haoan sneered and clapped his hands: "Awesome. I asked you to share a lease with Wen Yifan at the time, and you were angry with Laozi."

"How about me," Sang Yan bit his cigarette, his voice a little more vague, "I can't appreciate this kind of indiscriminate means."

"..."

"But since you have sent my wife to the door," Sang Yan spit out the smoke ring, his appearance was a little distorted under the lingering smoke, and said slowly, "Of course I have no reason to refuse."

Su Haoan really wanted to smash his shameless virtue, but when he heard the word "daughter-in-law", he felt a little melancholy: "Oh, fat man is married. I thought you would have to wait ten or eight years. Now you are going to get married."

Sang Yan glanced at him.

The more Su Haoan thinks about it, the more sad it gets: "Even Duan Jiaxu was soaked in your sister."

"..."

"And I, I'm **** dumped again--" After saying this, Su Hao settled down, his voice changed bitterly, "I broke up again."

"What's the reason this time?"

"I think I'm too stupid, I have no EQ." Su Haoan put his arm on the railing, sneered disdainfully, "Say anything, say I'm a stupid? No EQ? Then I can get so many girls?"

Sang Yan said idlely: "So you have not been dumped?"

Su Haoan stared at him, his emotions did not fluctuate because of his words. After a few seconds, his expression grew a little bit more relieved: "Yes, handsome guys are popular even if they have nothing."

"..."

After the party, the two returned home.

Thinking of Su Haoan's words, and Sang Yan, who had always been disgusted with his own Li Guo, Wen Yifan guessed something slowly, bending his lips and calling him: "Ayan."

Sang Yan turned on the air conditioner in the living room: "Huh?"

Wen Yifan leaned over to look at the position of the corner of his lips: "Have you always been told by Su Haoan like a little girl?"

"He was so crying tonight, so I'm ashamed to say I'm like a little girl?" Sang Yan took her to his arms and said sleepily, "But, there is a possibility."

"what?"

"After all, didn't he still want to soak me before."

"..."

Wen Yifan was held by him and smelled the smell of sandalwood mixed with tobacco and alcohol. She leaned closer again, staring at his overconfident appearance, and laughed: "I like your pears."

Sang Yan's eyelashes: "Well, you said it."

After thinking about it, Wen Yifan changed Su Haoan's words: "Li Guotou card."

"..."

Wen Yifan wanted to dispel the prejudice he was made by other people's words: "You Li Guo are quite manly."

Sang Yan was very tugged: "Wouldn't my face be unpleasant? You see what the kid's face looks like."

"..." Wen Yifan thought of the two pear vortices on Sang Zhi's smile, a little envious, "Can you inherit this pear vortex? Can my future children have a pair?"

Sang Yan stared at her and said, "Are you looking for my help?"

Wen Yifan felt that his words were not accurate: "This is not your child, too."

The next moment, Sang Yan pressed the back of her neck, pressed down, and grabbed her wrist with the other hand. He pressed his lips to her collarbone, bit down, and sent out an invitation: "Then stay up all night?"

Wen Yifan stepped back and grabbed his hair.

"Don't boil, it's time to sleep."

"I'll ask you for help again in two years. It's still a bit early now." Wen Yifan's voice was gentle and discussed with him, "You take care of your body and your life is healthy. Don't drink alcohol, go to bed and get up early every day, I Then it will naturally--"

Before she finished speaking, Sang Yan hugged her and stood up. He glanced at the time on the wall clock, just after ten o'clock.

"What time is it to stay up late?"

Wen Yifan was stunned and said casually: "Twelve o'clock?"

Sang Yan's eyes seemed to be painted, and he walked to the room while kissing her, compromising in an empathetic way.

"Okay, go to bed early today."

2.

This National Day holiday, Sang Zhi also returned from school. On the day before she returned to school, Li Ping called to let other people come back for a meal when they were free, chatting and gathering together.

Both Wen Yifan and Sang Yan returned to Sang's house at noon that day.

Everyone else is there, but they have to go to work only for a period of praise, and they can only come back at dinner time. The family chatted one after another. When the meal was approaching, Sang Rong and Li Ping were suddenly called to eat by some old friends.

The four of them were left behind without any psychological burden.

There were no ingredients at home, but when talking about going out to eat, they didn't know which store to go to. Finally, after Wen Yifan and Sang Zhi discussed, they decided to buy some ingredients and get a hot pot.

Just out of the door downstairs, Duan's car also happened to arrive.

The three got into the car.

Not long after the year, Duan Jiaxu returned to Nanwu from Yihe, where he opened a game studio for development.

Duan Jiaxu wore a white shirt with a little peachy eyes, and he was not tired at all even after working all day. His voice is clear and moist, he speaks without rush or slowness, and is extremely gentle: "What do you want to eat?"

Sang Yan leaned back in his chair like an uncle, lazily calling: "Go to the supermarket next door."

Sang Zhi was sitting in the co-pilot at this time, and his seat belt had not been fastened yet. Hearing this, she looked back at Sang Yan, forbeared, and said to Duan Jiaxu: "You can charge at the starting price, but this point should be doubled."

Duan Jiaxu chuckled lightly and turned sideways to help her fasten her seat belt.

The lion Sangzhi said loudly, "Accept him one thousand."

"Okay." Sang Yan said leisurely, "deducted from your living expenses next month."

"..."

Wen Yifan sat quietly next to him, not planning to participate in the struggle between the two siblings, just wanting to be a free car rider.

The previous section of praise made a sound at this time, rubbing Sangzhi's head lightly, her peachy eyes narrowed slightly: "It's okay, just buckle. I'll make it up for you."

Sang Zhi was shunned, and his momentum was instant: "Oh."

The car started.

Sang Zhi pondered the flow of this thousand yuan, and soon felt something was wrong: "That seems to be your loss."

"..."

This counts.

Not that Duan Jiaxuan gave Sang Yan one thousand yuan.

She turned her head: "Brother, you don't have to give it."

Sang Yan dragged his tone, sounding owed, "Isn't it right?"

Sang Zhi: "Appropriate. You two have such a good relationship, it's not appropriate to count money."

"Brothers will settle the accounts, or else it will hurt your feelings." Sang Yan played with his mobile phone, acting as if he was a business person, "I have brought two family members here. Brothers, then count as three thousand?"

"..." Sang Zhi had the feeling of lifting a stone and hitting his own foot, and he swallowed, "Don't count me, I am in my boyfriend's car. No money."

"Brother, am I also your family member?" Duan Jiaxu smiled, "Are you not counting me?"

No matter how many times he heard it, Sang Yan felt that he was a **** on earth when he heard a big master calling himself this way. He sneered, his voice without emotion: "Are there anything wrong with you?"

Wen Yifan was also attracted attention, and pressed his lower lip lightly, looking at Sang Yan's expression that was unhappy or irritated. There is always a feeling that he is flirting with his little lover in front of him.

Seeing that Sang Yan was finally unhappy, Sang Zhi started to feel happy: "Brother, someone else personally attacks."

"..."

They came one after another, as if they were playing a solitaire.

Wen Yifan felt a little disappointed that he had been so silent. In addition, her former rivals all called Sang Yan an ambiguous name. She hesitated, feeling that she could not lose the battle, and couldn't help but move to Sang Yan.

Noting her state, Sang Yan also turned to her and asked "what's wrong" with his eyes.

Wen Yifan leaned close to his ear and whispered to him.

"brother."

"..."