Hard to Deceive (Nan Hong) - Chapter 55

The Spring Festival this year is later than in previous years.

One night approaching New Year’s Eve, Wen Yifan made an appointment with Zhong Siqiao to have dinner together in advance. Zhong Siqiao has already started his holiday, and he just came to Shang’an today, and Shun brought her to see her.

After get off work, Wen Yifan played with Zhong Siqiao downstairs.

After all, the two have not seen each other for almost two months.

Because after half a winter, Zhong Siqiao’s complexion was paler than before. She cut her hair short and got a small curl at the end of her hair, looking very good.

The two chose a nearby hot pot restaurant.

Wen Yifan scalded the dishes with boiling water, his thoughts drifting a little.

Gradually remembered the meal they went out to eat together when Xiang Langgang returned to China. When Zhong Si Qiao said casually, Wen Yifan would always be blanched by boiling water when boiling the bowl, so they didn’t dare to let her touch the boiling water.

Sang Yan seemed to listen to that.

At this moment, Zhong Siqiao said: “By the way, when you refused Sang Yan in high school, will he go back to you now?”

Wen Yifan recovered: “He never mentioned it.”

“Does he mind?”

“…” Wen Yifan shook his head, “I don’t know.”

“He shouldn’t be such a stingy person either. I’m quite curious. After you and Sang Yan are together, is he still the same as before?” Zhong Siqiao asked, “Just like he is stinky every day and drags him to heaven.”

There isn’t a bad face.

Pulling is indeed pulling, but it also seems to be milder.

Wen Yifan gave a satisfactory answer: “Same as before.”

“Huh?” Zhong Siqiao was surprised, “Then tell him, take care of his stinky temper. It’s okay at first, but it’s not annoying after a long time.”

“His personality is like that,” Wen Yifan didn’t want him to change anything, “but it’s good to me.”

Zhong Siqiao breathed a sigh of relief: “That’s fine.”

“He is, what he said is different from what he did.” Wen Yifan recalled all kinds of things and said slowly, “I didn’t dare to think about it before, so I only felt that his behavior was the same as what he did. That’s what it said.”

“What he says, I believe it. I won’t think too much.” Wen Yifan said, “So I get along with him, it’s actually quite easy.”

Wen Yifan has never met someone who can treat her so well.

Every move is extremely patient.

Never overstep.

As if not wanting to give her any discomfort.

It has been so long, and it has never brought any pressure to her.

But it was able to occupy every corner of her life silently.

“Hey.” Zhong Siqiao said, “In fact, when you were in high school, I felt that you treated him differently. That is, there were quite a lot of boys chasing you at the time. To other people, you are all the same attitude, always indifferent. “

Wen Yifan raised his eyes.

Zhong Siqiao said again: “But you will lose your temper with Sang Yan.”

loose the temper.

Wen Yifan immediately made the phone call with Sang Yan after being caught by his parents for the second time because of his early love.

Her expression froze slightly.

“It’s not a tantrum, it’s just that the tone will be a little bit emotional.” Zhong Siqiao said, “I went to your class to look for you once and saw Sang Yan sitting behind you. This is the first time I see you in other places. It’s like this in front of the boys, I feel like you wouldn’t be like Xiang Lang.”

Wen Yifan asked softly: “What is it like?”

Zhong Siqiao recalled that afternoon in the first year of high school.

Sang Yan sat behind Wen Yifan.

The teenager leaned back in the chair, flipping through with a book in his hand. He lowered his eyes, stretched his long legs forward, and put him under Wen Yifan’s chair, shaking from time to time, as if looking for a sense of existence extremely naively.

After a few seconds, Wen Yifan turned around and said calmly: “Sang Yan, I’m working on a problem.”

Sang Yan stopped his movements and raised his eyebrows: “What?”

She stared at him and suddenly said, “If you do this, I will change my seat.”

“…”

Before long, the young man slowly closed the book and put his feet back.

“understood.”

The two looked at each other.

Sang Yan scratched his head suddenly, and said: “Don’t be angry.”

…

According to Zhong Siqiao’s understanding of Wen Yifan.

If someone else did this kind of thing, she would only say nothing, picking up things and sitting in another position for a short time, and then go back in class.

He doesn’t turn his head specifically and talk to that person emotionally.

Thinking about it this way, Zhong Siqiao felt that the relationship between the two of them was pretty cute: “You have a temper with Sang Yan now, will he still let you?”

Wen Yifan said honestly: “I never lost my temper with him.”

“…” Zhong Siqiao couldn’t believe it. “After not talking about being together, the two of you have lived together for almost a year, haven’t you lost your temper with him?”

Wen Yifan nodded.

Zhong Siqiao admired a little, feeling that she was like a bodhisattva, able to tolerate everything: “Is Sang Yan a very gentle person when you get along in private?”

“No, there is nothing to make me angry.” Wen Yifan smiled and said in a low voice, “Also, I just want to let him do everything and be nice to him.”

Zhong Siqiao never thought that Wen Yifan was in this state when he talked about love.

She didn’t keep mentioning this, and she shook off the topic with a smile: “By the way, you’re pretty trendy.”

“what?”

“Cohabiting with someone as soon as you are in love.”

“…”

Sang Yan hadn’t come back when Wen Yifan got home.

During this time, his company seems to have taken on some big project, and the whole team has been working for several days. Sometimes they even stay up all night and then come back to sleep.

Wen Yifan did not dare to bother him too much.

After washing, Sang Yan still hadn’t returned when Wen Yifan was about to go to bed.

Just sent her a message: [Go to bed early]

Wen Yifan yawned sleepily and replied: [When will you leave work? 】

Sang Yan: [Two or three o’clock. 】

Wen Yifan wanted to wait for him to come back, but he fell asleep playing with his mobile phone.

When he was conscious again, Wen Yifan was awakened by a phone call. She got up instantly, glanced at the caller ID dazedly, her face became stiff, her arrogance disappeared instantly.

Qian Weihua’s heavy voice came from the other end, his tone concise and domineering.

“Three minutes, go downstairs.”

…

Packing himself up as quickly as possible, Wen Yifan left the room. When I was about to walk to the hallway to put on my shoes, I saw that Sang Yan had already returned and was sitting on the sofa drinking a bottle of ice water.

Upon seeing this, Sang Yan looked over and got up: “Working overtime again?”

“Well, how long have you been back?” Wen Yifan didn’t have time to talk to him too much, and hurriedly said while putting on his shoes, “Don’t always drink ice water, it’s bad for your stomach. I’m leaving, you go to bed earlier. “

Sang Yan walked to her and gave her an umbrella: “It’s raining outside, pay attention to your own safety.”

Wen Yifan hummed, and after taking it, he went out.

By now Qian Weihua had already reached her downstairs.

At this time, it was just after three o’clock in the morning. I don’t know when it started to rain. It was so densely cold that it was mixed with ice slag. During these few steps, Wen Yifan was too lazy to hold an umbrella. When he sat in the co-pilot, his body was inevitably stained with moisture.

Wen Yifan greeted him.

The two said nothing, and drove to the scene.

It was a small drunk driving incident that did not cause any casualties.

The owner didn’t know if he paid his attention or some other reason, he knocked down the barrier, and then half of the car fell into a pit at the repair site. When the two got out of the car, the owner had just been rescued from the car by the police.

Qian Weihua filmed the surrounding situation.

Wen Yifan was about to communicate with the traffic police and suddenly noticed the appearance of the car owner.

Her expression was slightly stiff and her eyes stopped.

It’s Che Xingde.

I haven’t seen him for many years. Last time, I looked at him from a distance at the city hospital in Beiyu. The two didn’t even touch each other, and she didn’t take it to heart.

Che Xingde obviously drank a lot, his alcohol rose at this time, and half of his face was red. He dazedly supported the shoulders of the traffic policeman next to him, yelling “I didn’t drink” all the time, and he was completely unconscious.

The traffic police looked impatient, so he pressed him directly and grabbed him into the car.

Following this move, Che Xingde swept around, his eyes fixed on Wen Yifan.

The eyes of the two met briefly.

Che Xingde’s eyes were muddy, and then he became clearer. His eyes lit up instantly, as if he wanted to call her, and the traffic police caught him into the car in the next second.

Wen Yifan retracted his eyes and held his slightly trembling fingertips.

Although according to what Zheng Kejia said earlier, Wen Yifan could also guess that Che Xingde should have come to Nanwu with the uncle’s family. But it was a completely different situation from actually touching him.

It may be due to lack of sleep, coupled with the fact that the food eaten at night has already been digested, making Wen Yifan feel a little nauseous.

She pressed her lower lip hard, reluctantly let go of these emotions, and then turned to ask Qian Weihua: “Teacher, the owner of the car doesn’t look sober. Then let’s meet the traffic police now?”

Qian Weihua didn’t notice Wen Yifan’s emotions and nodded: “Okay, it’s almost the same. Then we can prepare to go back to the stage.”

Wen Yifan: “Okay.”

Back in the station, Wen Yifan put the news into a film and rushed to submit it for review before the morning program aired. At this time, it was half light, and she was sleepy and exhausted, and there was nothing to do at this time, so she went straight back home.

Qian Weihua wanted to go back too, so he took her for a ride.

Fearing that Sang Yan would be noisy, Wen Yifan opened the door lightly. She felt extremely cold inexplicably, and when she was about to pour a glass of warm water, she noticed movement in the kitchen.

Wen Yifan was stunned and walked towards the other end.

Sang Yan was standing in front of the flow table, washing his hands, looking sleepy. The porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat was being boiled on the induction cooker next to it. At this time, it was bubbling and smelling.

Wen Yifan said: “Why don’t you sleep? Isn’t today Saturday?”

“Now I’m asleep.” Maybe it’s because Sang Yan’s voice was a little dumb after a long night, and his eyelids drooped. “You will go to bed after drinking the porridge.”

“…”

Sang Yan took a piece of paper, dried the water on his hand, and observed Wen Yifan’s expression by the way. He bent down a little, and stared at her, “What’s wrong? Something bad happened?”

Wen Yifan didn’t speak, just stared at him.

Seeing Che Xingde in Nanwu made Wen Yifan no longer able to control his emotions, and his mood was pushed to the worst level. Although nothing happened, she still had a bad feeling.

It is like the hostility that has been hidden for a long time, to be revealed again.

Sang Yan did not continue to ask.

He raised his hand and rubbed her head, as strong as ever, but soothing.

At this moment.

Only when Wen Yifan came back to his senses, he felt that the strong chill in his body seemed to be dispelled. She pressed her lips hard, and suddenly leaned forward, leaning over to hug him.

Sang Yan paused for a moment: “What’s the matter?”

“So tired,” Wen Yifan whispered, “I don’t want to move.”

“…” Sang Yan also raised his hand and hugged her directly. He freed up a hand, turned off the fire of the induction cooker, and said slowly, “So you won’t be tired?”

Wen Yifan sniffed the familiar breath on his body and hummed softly.

Want to get close to him.

Want to hug him.

I want to stay with him every day.

In this case, I feel that everyday life seems to have hope.

She didn’t want to see those people before.

I don’t want any of them.

Wen Yifan gradually tightened his strength while holding him, suddenly remembering what Zhong Siqiao said.

——”You will lose your temper with Sang Yan.”

She thought of the injuries she had done to Sang Yan in the past, her lips moved, but she said nothing.

It is something she has never dared to mention again.

She felt that Sang Yan couldn’t help but mind.

She was afraid he would mind.

I am afraid that his good feelings for her will gradually fade away.

“Drink the porridge first, and it will get cold for a while.” Sang Yan said suddenly, with a slightly raised tone, but he was not serious, “I want to hug and hug you later, you can sleep in a hug.”

Wen Yifan looked up at him: “Sang Yan.”

Sang Yan: “What?”

I won’t be the same as before.

I won’t.

I will be nice to you.

I won’t hurt you again.

So can we always be like this.

Can you stay with me forever.

Sang Yan waited for a while, but it was not impatient to see her not talking. His eyes were half-closed, and he seemed to be extremely sleepy: “Just call me?”

Wen Yifan stared at him, his eyes fixed on his lips: “No.”

Sang Yan said again: “That—”

Before he finished speaking, Wen Yifan suddenly grabbed his clothes and pulled him in his direction. Sang Yan was unprepared and followed her behavior, leaning down.

But there is no meaning of resistance.

The eyes of the two collided.

Wen Yifan swallowed, calmly and mustered his courage: “I want to kiss you.”

“…”

Without waiting for him to respond, Wen Yifan stood on tiptoe, raised his head and kissed his lips.

The strength to grasp his clothes grew stronger.

Retreat in just one click.

The two looked at each other again for a few seconds.

Wen Yifan held his breath and cleared his throat: “Then I will go out first…”

Sang Yan’s eyes were dark, and he grabbed her wrist abruptly and grabbed her back. He leaned close to her eyes, the bridge of his nose almost touched the tip of her nose, his breathing was entangled around him, but stopped before he could take a step closer.

“Is this a pro.”

Wen Yifan raised his head, his mind was completely blank.

He leaned against the Liulitai, and his tall body seemed to be able to suppress her as a whole, with the familiar and good smell of him. The kitchen was extremely quiet, and the sound of drizzle was heard outside.

“The temperature is falling.” Sang Yan asked softly, “This is not the first time I have kissed.”

“…”

Sang Yan smiled: “So, I’m not frivolous anymore.”

Wen Yifan didn’t understand what he said: “Huh?”

“What do you say is my fate? I was kissed and hugged by you here early in the morning.” Sang Yan raised his hand and stroked her cheek with his fingers.

“…”

“Wen Shuangjiang, if you want to flirt with me,” Sang Yan laughed suddenly, “Can you be more serious?”

Wen Yifan was a little embarrassed and felt that what he had done was quite good: “How can you be serious?”

Hearing that, Sang Yan lowered his head, very patiently, and began to teach her hand in hand how to secure him tightly: “Look at me well.”

Wen Yifan stared at his eyebrows obediently.

Sang Yan’s voice was very soft: “Let me talk closer.”

As if bewitched, Wen Yifan leaned in his direction again.

“…and then.”

“then?”

“…”

Sang Yan’s breathing was sinking slightly, and she pinched her chin, as if she was crushing her with intense possessiveness. In the next instant, his kisses fell heavily, his voice low and muffled, accompanied by vague words.

“——I’ll be hooked.”