Hard to Deceive

Seeing his expression, Wen Yifan suddenly noticed that the situation seemed to smell of gunpowder unconsciously.

But Wen Yifan didn't mean to argue with him, and he didn't know which sentence he was offending him. She had no emotions towards Sang Yan herself, and her anger was only directed at Wang Linlin.

"No, you don't need to worry." Wen Yifan paused and said calmly, "How dare I hit your idea."

"..."

"I don't mind, I just want to explain the situation to you." Wen Yifan said, "I don't know what I said to make you unhappy. But it did come suddenly, and I am still a little bit Overwhelming reaction."

"And I don't think we are in a good mood right now, plus it's not early." Wen Yifan thought for a while, and then said, "Or else, you will stay tonight first. Let's consider both. Let’s talk about it after I get off work tomorrow."

Sang Yan still looked at her without saying a word.

Wen Yifan: "Co-renting is not a trivial matter, and we can't decide right now. After all, if you think it's suitable today, and you feel that you can't accept the move tomorrow, it is also a very troublesome thing for me."

There was another silence.

Wen Yifan really wanted to go to bed, and didn't care about anything at the moment. Sitting here for an extra second, I feel that I was wasting my sleep time. She was a little impatient: "Then you will think about it for a while, I will go first--"

I will go and sleep now.

"Okay." Sang Yan interrupted her suddenly, without emotion, "What time will you get off work tomorrow."

"Not necessarily." Wen Yifan paused, "I will try to be back before eight o'clock."

Sang Yan raised his eyes and hummed softly.

As soon as the words fell, Wen Yifan immediately felt forgiven. She stood up and pointed inside: "Then you can sleep in the master bedroom tonight. But there is nothing inside, you have to make your own bed."

Then, she looked at Sang Yan's suitcase: "You should have brought the sheets and quilts, right?"

Sang Yan did not answer.

Wen Yifan didn't ask again, "Then I will wash myself and go to bed, and you will also be earlier."

Afterwards, Wen Yifan returned to the room, took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom. She was so sleepy that her eyes started to hurt, and it spread to the point that her head burst. But she still couldn't get up in the bath faster.

When Wen Yifan came out, Sang Yan was no longer visible in the living room.

His suitcase is still in its original position.

The door of the master bedroom was closed as usual, and no movement was heard, and he did not know if he had entered.

Wen Yifan hesitated, but still did not call him.

Before going to bed, Wen Yifan glanced at the phone.

Wang Linlin sent her a few WeChat messages not long ago.

Wang Linlin: [Xiao Fan, I'm sorry. I was sleeping just now, so my tone may not be good. I know that I haven't handled this matter properly, and I have already asked my boyfriend. He told me that he didn't think too much, but we knew that it was not appropriate to give the keys directly. I was really embarrassed to scare you. 】

Wang Linlin: [He said he would make it clear to Sang Yan, let me also apologize to you for him. 】

Wang Linlin: [Don't be angry...Also, that Ferrari is my cousin's car, don't get me wrong. [/Kiss] You have to keep this secret for me, don’t tell my boyfriend, he doesn’t like me and my cousin very much. 】

Wen Yifan did not reply, but recalled what happened today.

She didn't know if she was too angry with Wang Linlin, but she couldn't restrain her emotions at the time because of fear.

If the person here today is not Sang Yan.

If Wang Linlin gave the key to another man, a neighbor like her before, would she still be able to sleep on this bed so soundly?

Wen Yifan sighed.

In any case, Wen Yifan no longer wants to have an intersection with Wang Linlin.

Wen Yifan began to think about sharing a lease with Sang Yan.

After calming down, consider this matter again.

She suddenly felt that this matter did not seem to be difficult to accept. She doesn't have high demands on her roommates. Of course the same **** who gets along is the best choice, but it doesn't matter if the person of the opposite **** is good.

Although Sang Yan was a bit stubborn, Wen Yifan still believed him very much.

In addition, he didn't want to live for a long time. He just lived for three months, which was a buffer period for her to find a suitable new roommate who could share with her for a long time.

But Wen Yifan felt.

After a night of precipitation, according to Sang Yan's previous attitude towards her, he should not be willing to face her day and night.

Early the next morning, Wen Yifan was awakened by a phone call.

She didn't look at the electric display, and directly picked it up in a daze. Unexpectedly, I heard the smiling voice of my mother Zhao Yuandong from the other end: "A Jiang."

Wen Yifan's eyelids moved and he hummed.

Zhao Yuandong called her nickname.

The day Wen Yifan was born happened to be Frostfall. Before her name was picked up, her father temporarily called her "Little Shuangjiang". Later, I named it but I got used to it, so I just used it as a nickname.

When she got older, this nickname gradually evolved into the word "A Jiang".

But this nickname, except for the few people in the family, no one else seems to call her that.

Zhao Yuandong: "Are you sleeping? Mom, do you want to call you later?"

Wen Yifan: "It's okay, I woke up."

"Is it cold in Yihe? Do you remember to wear more clothes. I look at the weather forecast. It looks scary at minus ten or twenty degrees." Zhao Yuandong said concerned, "Don't catch a cold."

"Great."

Zhao Yuandong sighed: "You haven't called your mother for a long time."

"Ah." Wen Yifan blurted out, "I have been too busy these days."

"Knowing that you are busy, I dare not call to disturb you. But this is also about to celebrate the New Year," Zhao Yuandong said, "I will ask you, can I return this year?"

"..." Wen Yifan asked without reacting, "Where to go back?"

There was silence on the other side, and after a few seconds, the voice became unnatural: "Where are you going back? Go back to mom. Mom hasn't seen you for years, and your Uncle Zheng wants to see you too."

Wen Yifan opened his eyes and said gently: "I thought you let me go to Uncle Na."

When she heard this, Zhao Yuandong smiled: "I don't have to ask you to come to me, you can go to your uncle."

"I prefer to go to your place," Wen Yifan opened his eyes, speaking mildly, without any offensiveness, "but have you mentioned it to Zheng Kejia? She would like me to live with you during the Spring Festival?"

-Silence again.

It was like this sudden question, but it was just casual polite. She didn't think she would agree.

Wen Yifan's lips curled up, and he quickly said: "I'm joking with you, I'm not going anywhere."

Before Zhao Yuandong could speak again, the conversation between the two was interrupted by a crisp and lively girl: "Mom, come here! How do you pick this orange!"

It seemed to break the embarrassment, and it seemed to aggravate it.

Just listening to the tone, Wen Yifan can guess that it is Zheng Kejia: "Eh! Why are you calling? I won't accompany you to buy things in the future!"

"Good, good! Come right away!" Zhao Yuandong responded and whispered, "A Jiang, mom will call you back in a while."

Before she could speak again, Zhao Yuandong had already hung up the phone.

In a hurry.

It seemed that he was afraid to annoy the little ancestor.

Wen Yifan threw the phone aside and turned over, trying to struggle to sleep.

She was not affected by the phone call, but she couldn't fall asleep either.

Wen Yifan is a typical person who can hardly fall asleep again after being woken up, even though she is still sleepy now. She picked up the phone and looked at the time again, and simply got up.

When I was about to enter the bathroom to wash, I suddenly glanced at the suitcase in the living room.

I haven't moved my position all night.

Wen Yifan only remembered what happened last night and was a little puzzled.

Sangyan doesn't need to take a shower with clothes?

Wen Yifan didn't care too much. He quickly finished washing, went back to the room and changed his clothes before going out. When she walked to the hallway to wear shoes, she glanced at her and suddenly found that Sang Yan's shoes were missing.

If it wasn't because Sang Yan's suitcase was still there, Wen Yifan would have acquiesced that he did not plan to rent together and left directly.

Wen Yifan hesitated for a while before he made up his mind to knock on the door of the master bedroom. After waiting for a while, nothing happened inside. She knocked three more times, and then said: "Am I in?"

Waited for a while.

Wen Yifan twisted the doorknob and pushed it in carefully.

It was empty inside, with only a mattress on the bed, and no trace of anyone slept on it. It was no different from the day when Wang Linlin left, but because there was no one inhabited, a little dust fell on the table.

Wen Yifan went out.

On the way to the company, take the subway.

Although Wen Yifan felt that there was nothing wrong with his approach in this matter, Sang Yan didn't choose to stay last night, and he still gave her a very unhuman feeling.

It's just like asking him to live tonight as an illusion, or his attitude is too bad, making the other party's self-esteem unacceptable.

She seemed to have become a villain.

After thinking about it, Wen Yifan sent him a WeChat message.

[Where did you sleep yesterday? 】

After the news went out, Sang Yan did not reply until Wen Yifan arrived at the unit.

After that, she didn't have time to think about it. She was busy until lunch at two o'clock in the afternoon and she had time to catch her breath. When Wen Yifan looked at the phone again, Sang Yan still did not reply half a word.

With his attitude, Wen Yifan didn't know if the conversation tonight would be possible.

Wen Yifan could only say one more sentence: [Where shall we talk today? 】

Wen Yifan: [Is it in the house or make an appointment? 】

This time Sang Yan replied faster.

Before Wen Yifan finished lunch, he replied: [At eight o'clock in the evening, your house. 】

Wen Yifan: "..."

How the **** does it look so ambiguous?

Staring at the news, Wen Yifan felt that nothing was right. But it didn't seem to be a good thing not to reply. In the end, she simply bit her scalp and replied with an "ok" expression without any distraction.

...

Before leaving get off work, Qian Weihua suddenly threw a clue to Wen Yifan and asked her to write a press release as soon as possible. She spent some time here, and it was close to eight o'clock when she left the company.

Fearing that Sang Yan would be impatient to wait, Wen Yifan informed him in advance.

It was just half past eight o'clock when I arrived at the door.

Wen Yifan opened the door and walked in.

It was dark inside, and Sang Yan hadn't returned yet.

Putting the key on the shoe cabinet, Wen Yifan lowered his eyes and suddenly noticed that Wang Linlin's key was also placed on it at this time. She paused, took it in her hand and stared at it.

I never thought that Sang Yan didn't even get the key.

Wen Yifan didn't think much, and sat at the coffee table and boiled a pot of boiling water.

The living room was a bit quiet, Wen Yifan turned on the TV altogether. As the water boiled, the doorbell rang. She got up to open the door.

Sang Yan stood outside with his pockets in his pocket, changed into a dark jacket, which looked like a new one. His eyes were bluish-gray on Monday, as if he had stayed up all night, his expression was a little sleepy.

Wen Yifan greeted him, and then vacated his seat: "Sit down first."

Sang Yan didn't speak up, and walked in on his own.

The two sat back to where they were yesterday.

Wen Yifan poured him a cup of warm water, and before cutting into the subject, he said casually: "Where did you sleep yesterday? I don't think you were sleeping in the master bedroom."

Sang Yan took the water, but did not drink: "Hotel."

Wen Yifan was a little surprised: "Don't you bother to go?"

Sang Yan said coldly: "I don't have the habit of sleeping in other people's houses."

"..."

He probably meant what he said.

It was not decided last night whether he would live in, this house can only be regarded as Wen Yifan's home. If he had lived at that time, it would be tantamount to acquiescing that he was a poor homeless and accepted her alms.

"You can sleep well." Wen Yifan took a sip of water and said softly, "Then let's start talking? Did you understand all the points I told you yesterday?"

"Ok."

Wen Yifan asked: "Have you considered it?"

Sang Yan glanced at her and asked, "Have you considered it?"

Wen Yifan: "Well, I don't have high demands on my roommates, my character is okay, and I just don't interfere with each other. And you only live for three months? It didn't take long."

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Are you so relieved of me?"

Wen Yifan was taken aback: "There is nothing to worry about."

Sang Yan smiled and said slowly: "But I don't feel at ease with you."

"..."

Then don't live.

A little speechless for his three-sentence behavior, Wen Yifan endured: "I basically don’t communicate with my roommates at home. I used to live with Wang Linlin. Don’t worry, you are in the room. Just lock the door when the time comes."

She doesn't care about the eight thousand locks.

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and did not comment on this.

Wen Yifan asked again: "If you can accept it, then let's talk about the precautions for co-renting."

Sang Yan: "What are you talking about?"

"First of all, the rent and deposit," Wen Yifan was very official. "When Wang Linlin moved out, he gave me the landlord's WeChat business card. The contract was signed in Wang Linlin's name and it will expire in half a year."

Wen Yifan: "The rent is paid monthly, five thousand a month. The deposit is one month's rent, and now I am paying in advance. Since you have moved in now, then the money will be shared equally between us?"

Sang Yan said lazily: "Yes."

"Then I'll tell you more clearly." Wen Yifan bent over, took out a notebook from under the coffee table, and wrote numbers on it, "I live in the second bedroom now, and the one you want to live in is the one where Wang Linlin lived before. The master bedroom will bring a bathroom. So your rent is higher than mine, three thousand a month."

Speaking of this, Wen Yifan stopped and looked up: "Can you accept this?"

Sang Yan leaned his face with one hand, put his eyes on her, and listened casually.

"Ok."

In a separate space, the distance between the two is also close because of speaking.

"Utilities are paid with a passbook. I paid some time ago for running water." Wen Yifan pulled his hair behind his ears and looked through the passbook. "Now there are more than 800 inside."

Counting this, Wen Yifan said: "If this is the case, you can turn me five thousand and nine first."

While saying this, Wen Yifan raised his head and looked at him.

Sang Yan retracted his eyes: "Okay."

"In addition, after all living together, it is impossible for many things to be clearly separated. We will also share the expenses of consumables? I will make a list for you tomorrow. But if you don’t mean it, we will use each Each is fine."

Sang Yan didn't bother to care about this trouble: "Report the number to me directly after the calculation."

"That's probably the case in terms of money." Wen Yifan said, "I have no experience in renting with the opposite sex, so I have no experience. Although you only live for three months, let's talk about our requirements in advance, okay?"

Sang Yan cooperated: "You said."

"My sleep quality is very poor. So the first is, I hope that during the normal rest time, that is, from 10 pm to 9 am the next morning, you will not make any loud noises. I will not interfere at other times. ."

He spoke as if he could only jump one word at a time: "OK."

Thinking of the difference between men and women, Wen Yifan added: “Second, pay attention to hygiene. You must clean up dirty places by yourself, and don’t wear too much in public areas.”

Hearing the word "exposure", Sang Yan lightly sneered: "You want to be beautiful."

"..."

"The last one." Wen Yifan didn't take the time to care about him. "Before bringing a friend back, you must ask the other person's opinion. Whether it is the opposite **** or the same sex."

Speaking of this, Wen Yifan suddenly remembered something: "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Sang Yan raised his eyes: "Huh?"

"If you have any," Wen Yifan reminded, "you have to tell your partner about this in advance. If she minds—"

"Don't worry, no." Sang Yan curled his lower lip, his tone was not serious, "but you don't have to be happy too soon."

Wen Yifan: "?"

Sang Yan: "For the time being, I don't want to fall in love yet."

"..."

"Okay, if you find a partner during our co-leasing period, we will communicate this matter again." Wen Yifan added, "I will also mention it to you after I find it."

Sang Yan's lips stiffened.

Wen Yifan couldn't think of any other requirements: "I am here for the time being. Tell me what you want."

"Unexpectedly." Sang Yan said perfunctorily, "I will talk about it later."

Wen Yifan nodded: "Then I—"

Sang Yan: "Which room do I sleep in?"

"You go to the innermost is the master bedroom. Wang Linlin cleaned up the room when she left." After talking for a long time, Wen Yifan realized the most important point, "You go and see if it meets your requirements. If it doesn't work, now It’s too late to book another hotel."

"..."

Sang Yan hummed, got up and walked in.

Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that a big problem was solved. She walked back to her room and flipped through the closet to change clothes. Just about to go out, he hesitated, and then covered the underwear with clothes.

At this moment, the door of the room was knocked suddenly.

Wen Yifan had to put his clothes back, walked over and opened the door: "What's wrong? Isn't it appropriate?"

"Yeah." Sang Yan leaned on the edge of the door and lifted his chin in the direction of the master bedroom. "You move over."

Wen Yifan didn't react too much: "Are you going to live in my room?"

Sang Yan hummed again.

There was nothing shameful in Wen Yifan's room, so he simply turned to his side and gave him enough space to look in: "Is the master bedroom not meeting your requirements? But the conditions of the second bedroom are definitely not as good as the master bedroom. "

Sang Yan swept in randomly and nodded.

Still the sentence: "You move over."

"..."

Wen Yifan gradually came to an unsure answer.

Is he too expensive for three thousand yuan?

Wen Yifan stood there unmoved, and cryptically stated: "The rents for the two rooms are different."

Although she felt that this was embarrassing, she still had to mention: "That's right, I'm still in the probation period, and I rely on subsidies to eat. Two thousand yuan is already my limit."

Sang Yan's lips twitched: "I didn't ask you to give more."

"It's not a question of whether you want me to give more," Wen Yifan said. "Whoever pays more will have better room conditions. This is a tacit and fair thing."

"Which room condition is better, I decided by myself." Sang Yan made a sluggish voice and turned around, "It's not the house, understand?"

"..."

"And can you tell me something?" Sang Yan said slowly, "Since I pay more, I should choose which room I live in first?"

"Okay." Wen Yifan couldn't understand what he was thinking, and couldn't help asking, "Why didn't you live in that room?"

"Huh? No reason." Sang Yan said calmly, "I just want to do something for you."

"..."

After a few seconds, Sang Yan said again: "That room smells too bad."

I don't know if it's nonsense or telling the truth.

...

Wen Yifan didn't have a lot of things, and the two rooms were only two meters apart. After moving back and forth a few times, he was finished. During this period, Sang Yan had been sitting in a chair, looking like an uncle, and didn't mean to help.

When taking the last thing, Wen Yifan suggested: "If this is the case, we should use the two toilets in the house separately? I'll take my things out in a while."

Maybe it was because I felt that the communication was basically over, Sang Yan only raised his eyes and didn't respond to her.

Wen Yifan treated him as acquiescence and went out. Going to the public health to get her toiletries, she went back to the room.

I was busy moving things just now and didn't pay much attention. Wen Yifan only smelled it now. There was indeed a smell in the room. It doesn't smell bad. It is the flameless fragrance used by Linlin Wang.

It seems that this young master can't stand this scent?

Wen Yifan wanted to tell him that the main thing was to let the wind blow, and the smell would disappear after a few days.

But I saw something messy in one place.

Thinking of moving again, she was silent for a moment and chose to give up.

After taking a shower, when Wen Yifan went out of the bathroom, a thought flashed in his mind for a moment - there was a bathroom in the room that was fine, and she didn't have to covertly take the underwear to take a shower.

Looking at the messy room, Wen Yifan had a headache. After drying his hair, he began to make the bed.

As soon as the sheets were laid, Wen Yifan heard the phone rang.

She reached out and picked up the phone on the bedside table, turned on the screen, and found it was Alipay's transfer reminder.

——Sang Yan transfers 13,000 yuan to you.

Seeing this amount, Wen Yifan was stunned.

It was quickly realized that Sang Yan estimated it was troublesome and directly gave her three months' rent plus a deposit and utility bills. But if you count it like this, if you want to make up a whole, twelve thousand is enough.

What is this extra thousand for?

Thinking of this, Wen Yifan thought of the "consumables" that he later mentioned.

She hasn't bought anything recently, except that the washing machine in the house was too old to strike. After discussing with Wang Linlin, Wen Yifan bought a new washing machine in a joint venture with her.

Wang Linlin left after not using it a few times. When Wen Yifan refunded her deposit, he simply returned the money to her.

Wen Yifan didn't want to take advantage of Sang Yan, so he took a screenshot of the list and used his mobile calculator to finish the bill.

After the calculation, he followed the figures above and transferred the excess money back to him.

While sending it out, she suddenly felt something was wrong and picked up the phone again.

...

the other side.

Hearing the phone ringing on the bed, Sang Yan threw the towel over, bent over and picked it up.

——Wen Yifan transfers 520 yuan to you.