Hard to Deceive (Nan Hong) - Chapter 50

Did not wait for Wen Yifan to react.

Sang Yan straightened up, took out his mobile phone from his pocket grandly, and fiddled with it twice. After that, he seemed to react, his tone was tugging and shameless: “So here it is.”

“…”

He reminded him very intimately again: “Then don’t take it.”

I don’t know if it is a psychological effect, Wen Yifan felt a little tingling in his lips. The already narrow room seemed to become more cramped, and the ambiguity warmed the room and added a sense of dryness.

Staring at the corner of his lips and freezing for a few seconds, Wen Yifan suddenly stood up.

“I’m going to wash an apple.”

After speaking, Wen Yifan didn’t wait for Sang Yan to respond, and took two apples and went into the toilet. She closed the door eagerly, staring at herself in the mirror whose ears were obviously red, and her mind was full of inadvertent touches.

She calmed her breath and turned on the tap.

It does not take too long to wash an apple.

Afraid of being too obvious, Wen Yifan didn’t stay for too long and went out of the toilet after washing.

Sang Yan was standing by the table at this moment, unpacking the bag containing the supper. Wen Yifan sat next to him and didn’t take the initiative to speak out.

Sang Yan glanced at her and didn’t mention the matter of “receiving gifts”.

It seemed that the matter was over, and both of them were ashamed to mention it again.

This matter just turned over.

Wen Yifan’s mood gradually relaxed. She took a bite of the apple, and suddenly felt that he was miserable. For her birthday, she had to stay in this shabby hotel with her, and even for dinner, she could only eat things that were packed randomly outside.

Thinking about it now, Wen Yifan still felt that the encounter with him in the noodle restaurant was particularly psychedelic. Originally, because she hadn’t waited for his response, she had already done it at the time. After returning to Nanwu, she discussed with him about the mood of moving.

When preparing to leave.

He fell from the sky at that moment.

The boss said: “After so many years, you are still together.”

He did not respond.

After that, I haven’t mentioned anything.

She didn’t ask why she went there, she didn’t mention the past reluctantly, and she didn’t have to ask her for a reason.

It seemed that I didn’t care, and it seemed that I didn’t want to mention the previous things.

It’s also like, the moment the two were together.

He has put aside the past and let everything go.

Just focus on the moment in front of you.

…

When Sang Yan finished dinner, Wen Yifan just finished eating the apple. She wanted to talk to him about something, but she didn’t know what to say. She was always a little uncomfortable.

It seems that they haven’t adapted to this new relationship between the two.

Noting that it was late and the apples were also finished, Wen Yifan felt that he had no reason to stay, but he wanted to stay with him for a while. She bowed her head, did not take the initiative to speak, and bowed her head to play with her mobile phone.

Sang Yan arranged the lunch box and glanced at her: “Are you still eating?”

Wen Yifan raised his head: “Huh?”

Sang Yan picked up another apple on the table, walked over and put it in her hand. As if seeing her state, he raised his eyebrows lightly, and the corners of his lips curled up: “Eat more slowly this time.”

Wen Yifan: “Don’t you eat?”

“Don’t eat.”

“Oh.” Wen Yifan glanced at the time again, figured it out, and whispered, “Then I will eat for another half an hour?”

Sang Yan looked at her: “Can you slow down any more?”

Wen Yifan bit the apple and said vaguely: “…Yes.”

The room fell silent again.

After finishing packing things, Sang Yan sat next to Wen Yifan and played with her cell phone like a bored. She subconsciously turned her head to look at him, just to meet the corner of his slightly curved mouth.

Wen Yifan stared at him for a few seconds, then silently retracted his gaze.

She fell in love for the first time.

I don’t know if everyone is like this.

Even if there is nothing to say, even if it is a little cramped, but still want to stay with the other party, still feel happy because of this kind of uncomfortable getting along with.

Wen Yifan asked: “When did you buy the high-speed rail ticket?”

Sang Yan raised his eyes: “Huh?”

“I wanted to buy today’s ticket yesterday, and I will give it to you—” Wen Yifan paused a little bit and continued, “It’s birthday. But there are no tickets.”

Sang Yan put down his phone and said slowly, “Last week.”

Wen Yifan was stunned: “Then how did you know last week that I couldn’t go back today?”

“I don’t know, just buy it first.” Sang Yan said, “Isn’t it still refundable.”

Wen Yifan’s chewing motion paused slightly. After a long while, she swallowed the contents of her mouth and said, “Then I will do the same in the future.”

“…”

Sang Yan chuckled a few times.

Wen Yifan continued to eat the apple. But this little apple, even if she slows down as much as possible, it won’t last long. She bit off the last bite and said hesitantly: “Then I go back first?”

Sang Yan said.

Wen Yifan: “We are leaving at 8 o’clock tomorrow morning, then you go to bed early today.”

Sang Yan: “Sure.”

Throwing the apple cores into the trash can, Wen Yifan got up, walked a few steps outside, and then recalled that he still had something to do, and suddenly turned back: “Sang Yan.”

Sang Yan followed her: “What?”

Wen Yifan met his eyes and said seriously: “Happy birthday.”

Sang Yan responded with a smile.

“What is your birthday wish?”

“Stop talking.”

Wen Yifan blurted out: “Why?”

“Because,” Sang Yan raised his hand, patted her head lightly, and said as if earnestly and casually, “It has been achieved.”

Back to his room, Wen Yifan lay half-length on the bed. She stared at the void in a daze, as if she was lost. After a long while, she suddenly pulled the pillow next to her and rolled.

The emotions that have been suppressed all night, at this moment, in the space of one person, seem to be completely released.

Wen Yifan’s eyes were shining, and he covered his face with a pillow, feeling that he could not hold back his floating mood at all. It wasn’t until her emotions eased that she took out the phone from her pocket and looked at the unread messages.

At a glance, Zhong Siqiao sent her a series of messages.

【[/image]】

[Damn it, Sang Yan made a circle of friends. 】

[He has an object? 】

[Do you know who it is! ! ! 】

[Then do you still share a lease with him? Will his girlfriend trouble you at that time? Would you like to use this to tell him something about letting him move out? 】

Wen Yifan paused, and subconsciously clicked on the picture.

Sang Yan’s circle of friends who took the screenshot of Zhong Siqiao.

He only posted a picture without any text.

The picture above is the birthday cake Wen Yifan ordered for him. Above it is her specially instructed shop assistant to write “Happy Birthday Sang Yan”.

Sang Yan’s photography skills are not good, and the photo looks a little fuzzy, as if it was just taken casually.

Zhong Siqiao and Sang Yan have many friends in common. In the screenshot, you can see that there are a bunch of commenters below, most of them wishing him a happy birthday, but there are also a lot of complaints about Sangyan.

【? 】

[Have you been hacked? 】

[I mentioned to this idiot on my birthday last time. He also said what birthday the old man had, and said that I was hypocritical! ! ! 】

[Ok normal? No one cares! 】

lowest.

Sang Yan replied uniformly.

[Sorry, the subject let it go. 】

…

Wen Yifan exits the picture. Although she hadn’t made this request at all, seeing Sang Yan’s circle of friends, the emotion she had just suppressed instantly rose again.

Wen Yifan blinked and replied to Zhong Siqiao: [Probably not. 】

Wen Yifan: [His object is me. 】

After typing this sentence, Wen Yifan stared at it for a while, and the corners of his lips curled up. She clicked to send, opened the chat window with Qian Weihua again, and mentioned about going back tomorrow to pick up a friend.

Qian Weihua spoke very well and immediately agreed: [OK. 】

While receiving this, Wen Yifan’s WeChat also exploded.

It was all unilateral bombing by Zhong Siqiao.

【? 】

【? ? ? 】

【? ? ? ? ? ? 】

Wen Yifan did not mention this matter to Zhong Siqiao at all. She was a little embarrassed and guilty, and replied: [This is probably the case. 】

Wen Yifan: [Just confirmed. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [You didn’t tell me about you two before! No calls at all! 】

Wen Yifan couldn’t remember that he had said something like this: 【Yes? 】

Zhong Siqiao: [Of course! 】

Zhong Siqiao: [It may not be the case, but the meaning is almost like this! 】

Wen Yifan: [Oh…]

Wen Yifan: [That’s me]

Wen Yifan: [Don’t hold it anymore]

Zhong Siqiao: […]

Zhong Siqiao: [? 】

the next morning.

Wen Yifan packed his things and first went to Sang Yan’s room to find him. Seeing him, she still had a very unreal feeling, warmly said: “We have a breakfast downstairs, and then drove back.”

Sang Yan hummed sleepily.

Wen Yifan glanced at him again without saying anything, leading him to the door of the room where Qian Weihua and Mu Chengyun were.

Before long, the other two also came out of the room.

All four of them met, and Qian Weihua met him once when Sang Yan’s house was on fire. Therefore, Qian Weihua was not surprised to see Sang Yan at this time, but just said hello: “Is you coming to Beiyu for a business trip or to play?”

Sang Yan said concisely: “Find someone.”

Mu Chengyun’s eyes wandered around Sang Yan and Wen Yifan, without saying anything.

The four went downstairs.

Qian Weihua and Wen Yifan took their room cards to check out.

Sang Yan and Mu Chengyun waited.

After standing for half a minute, Mu Chengyun took the initiative to speak out with a big smile: “Senior Sang, although you know that you want to see Sister Yifan. But you still come with her on a business trip. This seems not appropriate.

Hearing this, Sang Yan turned his head to look at him with a faint expression.

“Sister Yifan has a good personality, so she shouldn’t be angry with you.” Mu Chengyun said, “but you should also think about her.”

As if he felt reasonable, Sang Yan said slowly, “Oh.”

Maybe it was because he was complaining about it last time, this time Mu Chengyun wanted to win some face for himself. He paused for a few seconds, then sighed, “No wonder it’s useless for you to chase people like this.”

…

After leaving the house, Wen Yifan took the deposit and followed Qian Weihua in the direction of Sang Yan.

The two of them were talking about five or six meters away. Sang Yan was slightly taller than Mu Chengyun, with a long body and a temperament that completely overwhelmed him. His expression is domineering, as if he didn’t look at the other person at all.

He didn’t take the other party’s words as words, just treated them as deaf ears and just listened to them.

Wen Yifan faintly heard Sang Yan say: “It’s past that stage.”

Mu Chengyun, who was standing opposite him, seemed stunned.

A few seconds passed.

“We are now,” Sang Yan moved his eyelashes and met her gaze. As if thinking of something, he curled the corners of his lips and said every word, “Two, affection, affection, joy.”

“…”

“The two love each other,” Sang Yan repeated, adding arrogantly, “Have you heard this word?”

“…”

Qian Weihua didn’t know the previous situation, didn’t understand what they were talking about, only that they were talking about young people’s topics, so they didn’t insert their topics.

But Wen Yifan knew that this was from her, and it was less than one night before she finished speaking.

In addition, Sang Yan said this while staring at her.

At this moment, Wen Yifan had some kind of seed, and Sang Yan’s words seemed to be speaking to her. And after she said this last night, Sang Yan did laugh for a long time.

Basically, the case can be solved.

He probably felt that he said this seriously, looking silly.

Wen Yifan pursed his lips, a little embarrassed.

Ugh.

But she has no experience.

I just feel that this kind of thing generally has to have a sense of ceremony, after all, it is not as legally effective as a marriage certificate. Since there is no other proof, at least you have to go through the process in words.

It seems that this relationship can be more formal.

Because of their arrival, the dialogue between Sang Yan and Mu Chengyun was also interrupted.

Wen Yifan walked back to Sang Yan in silence.

The two walked behind. It didn’t take long for Wen Yifan to feel that Sang Yan gently hooked her finger with his fingertip, and released it in one click. The strength is neither light nor heavy, a little itchy.

Wen Yifan subconsciously raised his head and met his slightly side face.

Sang Yan’s eyelids drooped and looked at her with a slightly cynical smile. He bent over slightly, leaned to her ear, and asked in a low voice: “How about you, have you heard of it?”