Hard to Deceive (Nan Hong) - Chapter 82

Feeling that the atmosphere was not quite right, Sang Zhi’s eyes dangled around them, and then he left the kitchen wisely, leaving them time alone.

Before leaving, I took the door easily.

Wen Yifan retracted his eyes and continued to cut the meat on the cutting board. All her hair was tied up, leaving strands of broken hair around her ears and nape of her neck. He changed his usual gentle smile, without any emotion on his face.

Sang Yan walked to her, and after a few seconds of silence, he said absurdly, “Wen Shuangjiang, do you think I cheated and you even ate the takeaway?”

“…”

This is really accurate.

Wen Yifan’s movements stopped. Because of his words, his gong was almost broken, and that little sulking anger disappeared. She lowered her eyes, forced a sullen expression, and said calmly: “I bought it all.”

The implication is.

If you don’t eat, it’s a waste.

Staring at her for a while, Sang Yan didn’t care about it with her. He remembered something, took out the phone from his pocket and shook it at random: “Why don’t you reply to me?”

After speaking, he added another sentence to her as if down the steps: “Don’t see it?”

“I saw it.” Wen Yifan turned on the faucet and began to wash the vegetables without any tact, “I don’t want to go back.”

“…”

Perceiving her behavior, Sang Yan rolled up her sleeves, grabbed her hand from the pool, and took the job from her. He was speechless to the point of joy, trying to pinch her face but because his hands were still wet: “Okay.”

Wen Yifan looked at him and wiped the water on his body arrogantly.

Perceiving her actions, Sang Yan said meaningfully: “Wen Shuangjiang, you are very angry now.”

“…”

that! Not yet! You first! Noisy people sleeping! ! !

Wen Yifan’s mood was inexplicable and somewhat suffocated. She ignored him, turned around and took a big pot and filled it with water. As if to draw a line with him, he stepped back after filling the water.

Sang Yan turned off the faucet, took a paper towel to wipe his hands, and lazily said: “Wen Shuang Jiang.”

Wen Yifan put the pot on the induction cooker and pressed the switch.

He split one sentence into three sentences to express the seriousness of the matter.

“you.”

“Cold violence.”

“I.”

“…” Wen Yifan looked at him immediately after hearing this. After thinking about it, she suddenly felt that this was indeed the case, and she made a request that she thought was reasonable, “Then you don’t talk to me.”

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly: “Can you do this?”

Afraid of being accused of cold violence again, Wen Yifan nodded.

Wen Yifan unpacked the noodles, and when he was thinking how much to lay down, Sang Yan suddenly hugged her from behind. He is tall, slightly bent, and his chin rests on her neck.

The two fit together.

As if supported by her, the force on his body was loose and pressed down.

Wen Yifan turned around immediately.

“What are you doing, don’t you just give you a kiss.” Sang Yan’s eyebrows were darkened, and the corners of his lips were pulled, and he said in a slow tone.

“…”

Can these two situations be the same?

Feeling that he was particularly owed, Wen Yifan couldn’t help but pinch his face.

Like a magic spell, as soon as her movement came out, the pear vortex on Sang Yan’s lips sank, softening his facial features. He endured his laughter, with a hint of forgiveness in his words: “Okay, I was wrong.”

Wen Yifan looked at him without blinking.

Sang Yan met her, and said, “Don’t be angry.”

Freeze frame for a few seconds.

Seeing that her expression didn’t loosen the slightest, Sang Yan said in a playful tone: “Why are you girl so uncomfortable?”

“…”

“Why do you have no sympathy and sympathy for me? Didn’t sleep for a few hours, I was bombarded by Duan praised the dog and asked me to go out to pick up people. After picking up the kid,” Sang Yan said slowly, “My wife still Cold and violent me.”

Wen Yifan moved his lips and couldn’t help saying: “I don’t have much’violence’ either.”

Sang Yan said idlely: “But it hurts so much.”

“…” Wen Yifan changed his words, “I am not too’cold’ either.”

“Huh? I’m cold.” Sang Yan hugged her harder, as if to embed her in his arms. He lightly bit the soft flesh on her neck and used all means to extinguish her flames without any limitation, “Keep me warm.”

“Wear a coat when it’s cold,” Wen Yifan felt itchy, and his anger had already dissipated because of his words and deeds. He wanted to laugh a little. “

While saying this, she happened to notice the direction of the door from the corner of her eye.

The kitchen door is a glass door. From this angle, you can see Sangzhi playing with a mobile phone on the sofa. Worried about being seen, Wen Yifan’s mood was instantly replaced by another emotion. He raised his hand and pushed his head away: “Pay attention.”

Sang Yan: “What?”

“Only outside, how embarrassed the little girl is.” Wen Yifan felt that he was extremely magnanimous, as if he didn’t mind being seen by anyone, and could only be patiently reminded, “Moreover, you don’t want to keep a little in front of your sister as soon as you are a brother Is it good image?”

“Good image? I don’t have this thing in her eyes.”

“…”

When the words were over, Sang Yan turned his head and glanced in the living room, and said leisurely: “Moreover, the kid has some praise for this object, and he can be regarded as a person who has seen strong winds and waves.”

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

Even though he said that, Sang Yan straightened up, and turned to support the Liu Li platform next to him, tilting his head to look at her.

“Do you think that animal can be better than me?”

“…”

Hearing what Sang Yan said, Wen Yifan was really curious about what kind of character Duan Appreciation was. After all, from her point of view, Sang Yan’s narcissism and brazenness have reached the point where no one can match.

After cooking the noodles, the three of them sat down at the dining table.

Maybe it was worried that Wen Yifan would really misunderstand the small ticket. Sang Zhi rarely confronted Sang Yan, and carefully explained: “Sister Yifan, my boyfriend ordered the takeout. He wanted my brother to pick it up. I, then made a comment, not someone else.”

Wen Yifan smiled: “I know, I was just joking with your brother.”

Sang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief now, his eyes still turning around them. It may be that she is not very comfortable with this picture. She always feels that it is unreasonable and can’t help but said: “Sister Yifan, have you been renting with my brother for a long time.”

Wen Yifan: “Huh?”

“Yes,” Sang Zhi muttered, “lowered the criteria for mate selection.”

“…” Sang Yan tilted his head and said in a cool tone, “What are you talking about.”

Feeling that this was a bad thing about Wen Yifan’s object, Sang Zhi endured it, but didn’t continue to talk about it. She lowered her head and continued to bite her noodles, then looked at Wen Yifan, and changed her way: “Sister Yifan, you look so good.”

The hint is full.

Sang Yan never thought that he brought back a lurking enemy, leaned back in his chair, and stared at Sang Zhi blankly: “Boy, what did you ask me to do before.”

Sang Zhi, who wanted him to help say good words of praise in front of his parents, immediately silenced: “…”

After a while.

Sang Zhi bit his scalp and reluctantly added: “But my brother is also handsome.”

“…”

…

After dinner, Wen Yifan wanted to go back to the stage to practice dance again. Thinking of how long Sang Yan hadn’t slept, she asked him to make up his sleep, found a reason to go out, and sent Sang Zhi home by the way.

After practicing for almost two months, Wen Yifan practiced in an empty conference room in the stage every day when he had free time.

What she is going to dance is the ballet song “The Nutcracker” that she was best at before.

After many years, the flexibility and flexibility of the body can no longer be compared with the original. In the course of this exercise, although he felt tired and painful, Wen Yifan gradually found the feeling of the original training.

The grievances and unwillingness that were forced to give up at that time are also slowly disappearing.

Thinking of Sang Yan’s expression after seeing it, Wen Yifan felt inexplicably happy, and began to have unlimited motivation.

The next afternoon was the annual meeting rehearsal, and it officially started at seven o’clock in the evening.

As it was approaching seven o’clock, Wen Yifan received news from Sang Yan, saying that something happened suddenly on his side, and he might come over later. She stared at it for several seconds. Although she knew he might not be able to come over before, she might be a little disappointed when she got the news, perhaps because she had prepared for some time.

Because her program ranks pretty high.

But this mood didn’t last long, just thinking about seeing it, Wen Yifan asked Su Tian to help her record a picture for a while. Then, she pushed Fu Zhuang’s business card to Sang Yan and replied: [Then if I don’t reply to you in a while, you will let Da Zhuang bring you up. 】

Sang Yan: [OK]

The atmosphere of the annual meeting is very warm, and several shows are to boost the atmosphere. It is either a sketch or a hilarious song. Wen Yifan looked and laughed, and looked at the phone from time to time. When it was almost her turn, Sang Yan still showed no sign of coming.

Wen Yifan didn’t wait any longer, and after a few words of advice to Fu Zhuang, he got up and went backstage.

…

Everything was going well, but when Sang Yan was about to leave the company, there was a temporary problem with the project and he had to work overtime. After barely finishing his work, he left the company and drove the car over according to the positioning given to him by Wen Yifan.

When he got downstairs, Sang Yan sent a message to Wen Yifan.

Did not get a reply.

Sang Yan added Fu Zhuang’s WeChat.

Soon, Sang Yan saw Fu Zhuang’s figure.

As soon as he saw him, Fu Zhuang pulled him in anxiously: “Brother, hurry up! Sister Yifan is starting to perform! I want to watch it! Don’t influence me!”

“…” Sang Yan’s eyebrows moved, and he wanted to say something, but the words came to his lips but they were done, “Then you go faster.”

The two took the elevator upstairs.

Fu Zhuang was extremely ridiculous, and he hadn’t stopped talking since he saw Sang Yan. The main themes around are basically Wen Yifan, constantly praising her: “Sister Yifan is really amazing, and she has too many skills. And she has practiced for this program for a long time, every day! We! She leaves after work, and she has to go to the conference room to practice again!”

“…”

“Oh, if it weren’t for me, I really can’t jump,” Fu Zhuang sighed, “I’ll accompany her, otherwise you say Sister Yifan is so lonely. But brother, why don’t you stay with him? The furnishings are also beautiful.”

Sang Yan felt wrong the more he listened.

But before he could ask, he was already on the scene of the annual meeting. The lights inside were dim, only the light on the stage appeared bright, and it seemed that a new round of performance was about to begin.

The host is talking.

Fu Zhuang calmed down immediately, for fear of affecting other people.

Below the stage are dozens of round tables with drinks and refreshments placed on top of them. The positions are roughly arranged by department. Sang Yan was pushed to one of the positions by Fu Zhuang, and he could see Wen Yifan’s bag and mobile phone beside him.

At the same time, the host also reported the scene, and then stepped down.

Sang Yan raised his eyes to look at the stage, staring blankly.

At this moment, Wen Yifan was standing alone on the stage. She wore a white tutu with a sleeveless gauze design, showing large clavicles and swan arms, her back exposed, and the butterfly bones were smooth and graceful.

The appearance is gorgeous and outstanding, and the complexion is white to reflective.

The skirt is slightly puffy, wrapped in layers of yarn.

The familiar “Nutcracker” music sounded in my ears.

It was cheerful and light, like a bell dangling in the ear, it was involuntarily attracted. Wen Yifan was facing the audience, standing on tiptoe, his body was extremely soft, dancing with the music, stepping on every beat.

Her neck is high, like a proud white swan, spinning on the stage.

I never thought I would see such a scene. Sang Yan stared at the stage, his vision was completely occupied by Wen Yifan, and he couldn’t move half a minute away. His Adam’s apple slipped and gradually overlapped this scene with the girl in his memory.

The military training for freshmen in Nanwu No. 1 Middle School lasts for one week, and is arranged every year after the final exams of the previous semester.

The location is the Agricultural Science Institute in the city.

At that military training evening, Wen Yifan was also forced by the teacher to get a show because of his identity as a dancer.

It was the night before the end of the military training. The atmosphere of the party was lax, and the instructors were not as strict as usual. At first, they were allowed to sit upright, but then they did not control it.

Sang Yan had no interest in these things, and was sleepy throughout the whole process, feeling extremely bored. He only hoped that the party could end quickly, and then went back to the dormitory to sleep.

Until Wen Yifan appeared.

Because the students in the same class may feel glorious, the classmates sitting around Sang Yan cheered up and made all kinds of ghosts and howls. Another boy with a loud voice stood up and shouted: “Wen Yifan is the goddess of Class 17!”

The girl seemed to have heard nothing and was not impressed at all.

She stood in the center of the dance, wearing a pure white dress, her light-colored hair tied up, revealing her smooth forehead. There was darkness all around, and she was only indulged in dancing, without stage fright, like a delicate doll.

The body seems to be light.

Sang Yan didn’t remember how he felt at that moment.

I only know that I, who was only waiting for the end of the evening that night, seemed to have watched the show twice.

later.

After the military training, Wen Yifan became famous in his grade because of this show. Not only students of the same grade, but even senior seniors came to her for contact information.

I don’t know why.

Sang Yan had never paid attention to this girl before, but since that party, he found that he could accidentally bump into these things every time. He sat in the position and watched Wen Yifan’s good-tempered rejection of one person after another.

Wen Yifan treats everyone equally.

Regardless of the other’s personality, grades, or looks, she treats the same person. He is extremely patient and will not hurt the other person’s face, but he refuses very clearly.

Same as him, but different.

She was just as proud in her bones, but she was so gentle and gentle from no one else.

It looks like a dazzling, but not dazzling light.

One afternoon, Sang Yan returned to the classroom after playing with his classmates, and wanted to take the key back to the dormitory to take a shower. As soon as he walked to the door, he saw Wen Yifan had just returned, when he was stopped by a boy to speak at the door.

Sang Yan watched for a few seconds, then retracted his gaze before returning to his seat.

Looking through the drawer to find the key, somehow, he didn’t rush away and still sat on the spot.

After half a minute, Wen Yifan also walked into the classroom. She was wearing a dance practice suit with a coat outside. She walked back to her position, seemingly just coming back to get a meal card, and soon planned to go out.

At this moment, Sang Yan suddenly called her: “Hey, school girl.”

The two were close together, only separated by an aisle.

Wen Yifan turned his head, didn’t mind his name, and replied, “What’s the matter?”

Sang Yan asked casually: “Do you have an object?”

I don’t know why he asked this, but Wen Yifan still answered truthfully: “No.”

Sang Yan raised his eyelashes and pointed out, “Why do you refuse?”

This matter actually has nothing to do with Sang Yan.

But Wen Yifan has a good personality and feels that he has no questions that he cannot answer. She wanted to say that she could not fall in love early, but she felt a little vague when she said that. After thinking about it, she simply said directly: “I didn’t meet anyone I like.”

The girl’s voice was crisp and tender.

However, it hit his heart very powerfully, word by word.

the person I like.

There was silence.

There was no one else in the classroom except them, and it was too quiet, the sky was high and the earth was far away, and the sun was spilling in. The air was full of youthfulness, and I could hear the running sound of the students on the playground and the heartbeat from nowhere.

At that moment, Sang Yan completely understood something.

Why have I never seen it before, but now I always encounter such things. Why did the young girl who was indistinguishable from other classmates in his eyes suddenly appear frequently in his field of vision?

Is it a coincidence?

It seems not.

He is nothing but.

Never caring, it became just caring.

The young man leaned back in the chair and looked up at her slightly. The tips of the hair were still dyed with wet sweat, and the eyes were clear and bright. He turned his head slightly and laughed suddenly, the arrogance in his words as always.

“is it?”

This time it was very obvious.

“–Then you should have met.”