Hard to Deceive (Nan Hong) - Chapter 61

Because of Sangyan’s sudden movement, Che Xingde stepped back. He barely stabilized his body, pointed at Wen Yifan drunkly, his tongue was a little drunk: “I…who am I? I am her uncle!”

Upon hearing this, Sang Yan looked at Wen Yifan again, seeming to be asking her for the authenticity of this statement.

Wen Yifan pursed his lips: “No.”

“Hey! Frost, I am not? What is it?” Cha Xingde was annoyed, and stepped forward, “You can say this, your conscience doesn’t hurt? Uncle bought you food and clothes before. ,Can not remember?”

Wen Yifan raised his head, the boredom in his eyes couldn’t hide. She didn’t want to make herself too gaffe, nor did she want to put too much emotion on this person who had nothing to do with her current life.

“I do not know you.”

It may be that Wen Yifan’s words have lost his face, and Cha Xingde is even more annoyed, and wants to come over and pull her.

Aware of his intention, Sang Yan immediately protected Wen Yifan behind him. He grabbed Cha Xingde’s arm and lowered his eyes, as if looking at something dirty. The strength in his hand gradually tightened until he heard the painful cry of Che Xingde before letting go.

Sang Yan’s tone was unwavering: “I don’t understand people, do you?”

“You’re sick! It’s up to you to talk to my niece!” Cha Xingde has been to this bar several times, and he recognizes Sang Yan as the boss, “Go on! What do you care about housework!” There is something wrong!”

Sang Yan didn’t bother to talk nonsense with him.

Noting the movement on this side, He Mingbo asked, “Brother Yan, what’s the matter?”

“I got drunk and went crazy here, and asked the army to come in and take him out.” Sang Yan didn’t take Che Xingde seriously, and said casually, “Don’t affect other guests.”

“What did I do to get me off?” Cha Xingde was so irritated by the alcohol that Sang Yan’s attitude was extremely annoyed, and he began to spit out, “The boss hits people and drives guests! The boss is amazing, right!”

The behavior of Che Xingde caused the surrounding customers to gradually turn their attention here.

“What?” Sang Yan didn’t care about other people’s eyes at all, and said with a smile, “You have said that, am I sorry if I didn’t do anything?”

“…”

Wen Yifan grabbed Sang Yan’s hand nervously.

Sang Yan held her back, rubbed her fingertips with his fingers, still focusing on Cha Xingde.

Seeing that his tone didn’t seem to be joking, Che Xingde also dared to provoke him. He looked at Wen Yifan again, noticed their intimate behavior, and suddenly understood: “Shuangjiang, are you dealing with this boss?”

Wen Yifan said nothing.

“Oh, boss.” Che Xingde changed his face quickly and smiled, “I’m her uncle, no malice. How can I use such a tit-for-tat? I have not seen my niece for too long, so excited– “

Before Che Xingde could finish speaking, the two security guards on duty outside had already entered and carried him out.

One of them also said casually: “Stop making trouble.”

“What! What am I doing!” Cha Xingde yelled again, “What are you doing!”

Sang Yan’s eyebrows moved, and at a certain moment he felt that Che Xingde’s appearance was somewhat familiar. But that thought only flashed for a moment, and soon disappeared. He also couldn’t remember when he saw this man.

The original good mood has disappeared because of this. Sang Yan lowered his eyelashes, staring at Wen Yifan: “Go home?”

“Huh?” Wen Yifan recovered, barely smiled, “Okay.”

Sang Yan regretted calling Wen Yifan over tonight. He tilted his head and asked He Mingbo a few more words, and then led Wen Yifan out of the bar. He asked in a low voice, “Did you hurt you just now?”

Wen Yifan absently responded: “Huh?”

“That man,” Sang Yan rubbed her wrist, “does it hurt you?”

Wen Yifan raised his head and curled his lips: “It doesn’t hurt.”

Sang Yan can clearly perceive Wen Yifan’s emotions, and she can also clearly perceive that since she met that man, her state was not quite right. He looked unclear, and asked, “Do you recognize that man?”

“…” Wen Yifan was silent for a few seconds and answered honestly, “It’s my eldest aunt’s younger brother, it has nothing to do with me. It’s not an uncle either.”

Sang Yan: “He has been like this?”

Wen Yifan: “What?”

Sang Yan: “Attitude towards you.”

Wen Yifan lowered his head again, trying to calm his voice: “I don’t know him well. He is not a good person. If you run into him again, don’t worry about him. Just treat him as a stranger.”

She never thought she would meet these people again

I didn’t hope at all that this bit of trouble in my own family would affect Sang Yan.

calm down.

After a while, Sang Yan suddenly said, “The temperature drops.”

Wen Yifan: “What’s wrong?”

“If you have anything, you can tell me.” Sang Yan said, “Anything will do.”

As if he realized that his reaction had affected his mood, Wen Yifan smiled, with a soothing voice in his voice: “It’s not a big deal.”

Afterwards, she withdrew her gaze in a calm tone: “It’s all things I can solve by myself.”

The two returned home.

After driving back for a while, Wen Yifan’s state has recovered. She looked normal, as if she had never seen the man just now, only chatting with Sang Yan as usual.

But no longer mention the matter just now.

Wen Yifan soaked a glass of honey water for Sang Yan and couldn’t help but said, “Don’t drink all the time, you are so sick. If you smoke and drink, and stay up late, your body will go bad sooner or later.”

Sang Yan raised her eyebrows, feeling like she was being said of a jerk: “I just took two sips.”

“That’s not okay,” Wen Yifan continued to blame him. “You still drink ice water all the time.”

Sang Yan smiled: “What happened to me drinking ice water?”

Wen Yifan: “Not good for the stomach.”

“Okay,” Sang Yan used to be the most annoying, but now he thinks it feels good, “I see.”

“Then you go to bed early after drinking,” Wen Yifan felt sleepy and yawned lazily. She sat by and watched Sangyan drink water, and suddenly leaned in to hug him, “I’m going to bed.”

Sang Yanhui hugged her: “Is it still in a bad mood?”

Wen Yifan shook his head: “I’m just sleepy.”

“…” Seeing her as if she didn’t want to say anything, Sang Yan didn’t ask any more, and reached out and rubbed her head. Their eyes met, and he kissed her on the lips again, “Go to sleep.”

After Wen Yifan returned to the room, Sang Yan stayed in the living room for a while. He hung his head, tapped his fingertips on the wall of the cup a few times, as if thinking about something.

After a long time, Sang Yan got up to wash, and then returned to the room.

…

midnight.

Sang Yan woke up from his dream. His look was a bit ugly. At this moment, he finally remembered where he had seen Che Xingde before.

Before that, Sang Yan had only seen this person once.

——The last time he went to Beiyu to meet Wen Yifan.

That day, Sang Yan got off the bus and walked along the alley habitually. Before coming, he sent Wen Yifan a message in advance, but this time he did not get her reply.

He wanted to go directly to Wen Yifan’s house and wait for her.

But before he got there, Sang Yan was at the intersection of the alley and saw Wen Yifan being entangled by a man.

The man looked a round older than Wen Yifan, and his figure was a little fatter, pulling at what she was saying. With an extremely presumptuous smile on his face, he was particularly unkind.

At that moment, all of Sang Yan’s good mood disappeared with this picture. He immediately stepped forward and dragged Wen Yifan behind him. The young man’s heart was completely out of control, and his violent feeling even wanted him to directly kill the man in front of him.

The man was not tall, his body was still a little weak, and he fell to the ground in a begging voice.

Before Sang Yan’s mood faded, he was pulled by Wen Yifan and walked quickly in the other direction. He stared at Wen Yifan’s white nape and immediately asked, “Who is that person.”

Wen Yifan didn’t look back, but his tone was flat: “I don’t know.”

The man’s face gradually overlapped with the Che Xingde he saw today.

Sang Yan didn’t want to believe his memory at this moment. He kept searching Wen Yifan’s expressions and emotions in his memories, but he couldn’t remember clearly.

Sang Yan closed his eyes, no sleep. He got up and went out of the room. When he was about to go to the kitchen to get a bottle of ice water to drink, he saw Wen Yifan sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room at this time.

Upon seeing this, Sang Yan understood something instantly. He didn’t go in the direction of the kitchen anymore and changed directions. Like every time before, he pulled over the small bench beside the sofa and sat in front of her.

As if not aware of his existence, Wen Yifan stared at the clock blankly.

Sang stretched his hand to hold her hand and bent his lower lip: “Why do you always look at the wall clock?”

Wen Yifan didn’t blink his eyes and said nothing.

“Doesn’t it feel scary to stay in the living room in the middle of the night? It’s so dark,” Sang Yan said, “Otherwise, I won’t close the door when I sleep in the future, so you can go directly into my room, OK?”

Wen Yifan did not respond.

Sang Yan sat in front of her, and did not speak any more. Just stay with her quietly.

I do not know how long it has been.

Sang Yan saw Wen Yifan look away from the wall clock and hung his head. She stared at her hands resting on her knees, one of which was still being held by Sang Yan. Her expression was dazed, almost the same as every time she planned to get up and return to the room.

He couldn’t make out her appearance.

Just when Sang Yan thought her sleepwalking was about to end.

He suddenly felt something hit the back of his hand.

Sang Yan’s expression was stunned, and his eyes moved down to see that his hand holding Wen Yifan was stained with water.

He raised his eyes again, the smile on his lips gradually reduced.

Wen Yifan’s eyes were hollow, and he sat quietly in place. The surroundings were silent, and there was something falling one after another, one after another.

It fell on the back of his hand, like starlight.

——It is her tears.