Hard to Deceive

Hearing this, Mu Chengyun's expression was slightly surprised, and Wen Yifan looked behind him. As if he didn't expect it, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Senior, do you know Sister Yifan?"

Sang Yan looked at him with no emotion in his eyes.

"But it doesn't matter whether you know each other or not." Mu Chengyun's brows were blue, and when he saw the newborn calf, he was not afraid of tigers. The words must be extremely obvious. He still has an unsteady posture, but his tone is clear, "You may have more experience than me, but I think this kind of thing is mainly about people, not about tricks."

"Just look at people?" Sang Yan said lazily, "Then you can go home and wash and sleep now."

"..."

Sang Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, turning around: "Wen Yifan."

By coincidence, Wen Yifan followed up: "What's the matter?"

Looking at their two faces, Wen Yifan didn't know what they just said.

Recalling what Mu Chengyun just said at the bar, the two people should know each other. Then Sang Yan dragged Mu Chengyun forward like a sack, and the other side didn't feel unhappy at all.

They are probably quite familiar.

At this moment, Wen Yifan still had the feeling that he disturbed them.

Sang Yan stared at her face: "Did you drink?"

Wen Yifan nodded and said honestly: "Drink a little."

Sang Yan: "Stand steady?"

I don't know why he asked this, but Wen Yifan still seriously responded: "Stand firmly."

"That's a favor," Sang Yan took out the car key from his pocket and threw it in her direction. "Go ahead and open the door first."

Wen Yifan caught it immediately.

Before speaking, Sang Yan raised his hand and grabbed Mu Chengyun's hat again, wanting to laugh without smiling: "My schoolboy, I was so drunk that I couldn't walk."

Wen Yifan looked at Mu Chengyun and hesitated: "Do you want to help?"

"Farewell." Sang Yan pulled Mu Chengyun forward and looked at him without gentleness. Mu Chengyun's face was reddened. "You are clumsy and careless, how can you take care of my thin arms? The younger brother of the leg?"

"..."

Seeing his behavior, Wen Yifan was silent for a while, but didn't mention: "Then where did your car park?"

Sang Yan lifted his chin: "Over there."

Mu Chengyun was strangled by the collar a little uncomfortably.

But the play is halfway through, and it can't just be interrupted. He looked at Wen Yifan who was a few meters away from him, and at the same time he had to bear Sang Yan's yin and yang's weird sarcasm of his delicate skin and tender flesh, and he began to regret his act of pretending to be drunk tonight.

Walk to the parking place in the pass.

Wen Yifan walked over quickly and opened the back seat door.

Sang Yan followed her, and directly stuffed Mu Chengyun in, moving neatly and simply.

Upon seeing this, Wen Yifan returned the car key to him. She stopped where she was, and she didn't know that Sang Yanle was unwilling to take her by the way. After thinking about it, she still didn't intend to insult herself.

Instead, Mu Chengyun said first: "Sister Yi Fan, why don't you get in the car?"

Wen Yifan looked at Sang Yan hesitantly.

At this moment, Sang Yan was also standing beside the back seat, looking down at her. His pupils are as dark as ink, and his eyebrows are slightly raised, seeming to be provocative. After that, he closed the back seat door without saying a word.

"..."

The meaning of rejection is particularly obvious.

Wen Yifan glanced at the time, it was less than ten o'clock.

It was early, and she didn't care too much. When she was about to say goodbye and leave, Sang Yan had already raised her foot and walked in the direction of the driver's seat, throwing out the sentence: "Take the co-pilot."

This unexpected remark made Wen Yifan somewhat unresponsive: "Are you talking to me?"

Sang Yan opened the car door and stopped: "Otherwise?"

Wen Yifan: "Oh, good."

"People are uncomfortable when they get drunk, so let people lie down in the back seat," Sang Yan said leisurely, "What are you going to join in the fun?"

"..." Wen Yifan looked in the car window and noticed Mu Chengyun's slightly pale expression. Inexplicably, he felt that today's Sang Yan was extremely considerate, "Yes."

After the conversation, she said to Mu Chengyun: "Then you rest well behind, don't drink so much alcohol in the future."

Mu Chengyun: "..."

After getting in the car, Sang Yan asked casually, "Where does he live."

Wen Yifan was not quite clear about the specifics, so he only picked what he knew to answer: "He is a senior at Nantah University, and he seems to be living in school now."

Sang Yan: "Which campus?"

"..." Wen Yifan recalled where he went for an interview last time, and said not sure, "It should be the main campus."

"Yes." Mu Chengyun at the back added vaguely.

After that, no one in the car spoke, and the silence was a little weird.

Wen Yifan didn't notice that there was anything wrong with this atmosphere, only the feeling of knowing after drinking. At this time, the stomach was surging, and something was surging in the throat, making it uncomfortable.

In addition, the car is closed, and alcohol is spreading.

The smell was not very good, which made her feel more turbulent.

Wen Yifan couldn't help but said, "Can I open a car window?"

Sang Yan took the time to look at her, but said nothing. He freed his hand, moved to the left, and pressed the button that controls the window.

The next moment, Wen Yifan's car window lowered.

The cool wind blew in, with an unknown floral fragrance.

Wen Yifan felt a lot more comfortable in an instant and thanked him. She leaned against the car window, regretting that she drank the glass of wine on an empty stomach, thinking that it would be better to make a soup and drink it when she gets home for a while.

With the wind blowing, Wen Yifan's thoughts gradually drifted.

I remembered that at the party just now, Mu Chengyun said that Sang Yan filled a dozen bottles of wine without changing his face during the dinner. She didn't know why, but because of this, she recalled how Sang Yan "drinked" in front of her for the first time in high school.

I remember that it seemed to be Su Haoan's birthday.

To this end, Su Haoan invited many people in the class, including Wen Yifan.

Wen Yifan's participation in such collective activities and gatherings is actually not very high. This time it was because Su Haoan had invited her many times, and she was too embarrassed to refuse again.

The location was set at a KTV in Shang'an.

Su Haoan told her the room number in advance, and Wen Yifan asked the waiter and walked directly inside. As soon as she pushed the door, she saw Sang Yan sitting on the edge of the private room. He was wearing a black T-shirt, leaning on the back of his chair, with a drink in his hand.

Seeing her, Sang Yan tilted his head, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

Before anything happened, Wen Yifan was pulled over by the **** the other side.

The two didn't meet each other overnight.

Wen Yifan didn't intend to stay too long. When it was almost nine o'clock, she got up and said goodbye to Su Haoan, and said happy birthday by the way. She did not disturb the interest of other classmates, went out silently, and walked through the small door behind the KTV.

Down the stairs, there is a small square at the bottom. There is a row of shops and a McDonald's beside it.

Wen Yifan touched his pocket and was considering whether to buy a whirlwind of wheat, when he saw that the shadow in front of him was suddenly covered by a taller black shadow. She lifted her head subconsciously, and instantly ran into Sang Yan's frivolous eyebrows.

She had a meal: "Are you going back too?"

Sang Yan said lazily: "Yeah."

The two lived in different directions, and Wen Yifan only nodded: "See you on Monday, pay attention to safety on your way."

After speaking, Wen Yifan raised his foot and walked in the direction of McDonald's. But after not taking a few steps, Sang Yan next to her swayed slightly and suddenly grabbed her arm, as if trying to stabilize herself.

Wen Yifan turned his head: "What's wrong?"

Sang Yan didn't let go, and slowly spit out a word: "Halo."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan looked at his face. It's no different from usual. The eyes were dark but bright, as if they were stained with the light of a street lamp. She didn't realize what was wrong with him, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Unsteady standing." Sang Yan looked at Wen Yifan, his words a little harder, "Someone needs to be supported."

"..."

Wen Yifan walked back to him hesitantly, just to smell the faint smell of alcohol on his body: "Did you drink?"

Sang Yan hummed again.

Wen Yifan thinks this is not good: "What wine do you drink as a high school student?"

"I got it wrong, all the same red cans." Sang Yan said, "I thought it was a Coke."

"Oh." Wen Yifan didn't know what to do, and thought for a while, "Then I call Su Haoan and let him come down to pick you up? Or you call your parents—"

Sang Yan interrupted her: "I don't like troublesome people."

Don't like troublesome people.

That should also include her?

"Then you," Wen Yifan thought about it, and pointed to the next step, "Sit sober and sober first?"

"..."

She finished speaking gently: "Should I go back first?"

Sang Yan stared at her directly, not knowing whether it was angry or funny. He seemed a little aggrieved, and waved his hand at her after a long while.

"Okay, you can go."

With this, Wen Yifan went to McDonald's again. Soon, she turned her head and saw Sang Yanzhen sitting down on the step. He sits loosely, his black hair falls to his forehead, now his head is lowered, and his eyebrows cannot be seen clearly.

Looks like a poor homeless man.

Wen Yifan retracted his eyes and continued to move forward.

Not long after, she stopped again, sighed, and walked back to him.

"Sang Yan."

Sang Yan didn't raise his eyes, but he let out a casual voice, which was regarded as a response.

Having never encountered such a situation, Wen Yifan was somewhat unable to start. She couldn't even take care of herself, let alone take care of others. She could only say: "Can you go? I will send you to the bus stop?"

In the next moment, Sang Yan raised his head, and after a few seconds, stretched out his hand towards her.

"Can't stand up."

Wen Yifan licked his lips, held his wrist, and tried to pull him up.

Half a minute without moving.

She added a little more strength.

Still motionless.

Wen Yifan was a little depressed, half squatting down: "I'll go up and ask Su Haoan to come down."

Sang Yan looked at her calmly, noncommittal: "You can't make a little effort."

"I can't hold you, you are too heavy." As he said, Wen Yifan gave him another force, "Look at—"

Before finishing speaking, Sang Yan stood up very easily this time.

Wen Yifan was stunned.

Sang Yan stood there and continued to order: "Go, go to the station."

"..."

Wen Yifan felt a little weird, but he couldn't tell the details, so he could only say dryly: "How can I help?"

Sang Yan thought about it: "Take me a shoulder."

Wen Yifan was a little reluctant to think that it had been a long time before he was pulled up. For fear that he would put all the weight on himself and crush her whole person: "Can I just hold your arm?"

Sang Yan smiled: "Then can you hold on to both sides."

Wen Yifan didn't understand: "Why are you holding on to both sides?"

She replenished the posture, feeling no different from hugging.

"Only hold one side," Sang Yan pulled his lips, "I can't stand on the other side."

"..."

Wen Yifan considered it for a while before he bit the bullet and accepted. Thinking that the distance wasn't too far, gritted his teeth and passed, and it didn't seem very good to let him here as a drunk person.

She leaned over: "Then you take it."

When speaking, Sang Yan took it for granted that he was brazen to the extreme. But when it came to actual combat, he drew back and couldn't lift his arm for a long time.

Finally, Wen Yifan waited helplessly, and directly raised his right arm on his shoulder.

I don't know if it was Wen Yifan's illusion, Sang Yan's body seemed a little stiff. Next, there was no weight like a huge boulder on his body as expected.

She glanced at his face unconsciously.

Walked a short distance.

Wen Yifan suddenly felt that Sang Yan's body trembled slightly, as if he couldn't help it, and let out a low laugh. She raised her head, fixed her gaze on the Liwo on his lips, and continued to move up to meet his eyebrows.

He smiled to himself, with a shallow breath, sprayed on her neck seemingly.

He looked like he was going crazy, Wen Yifan said blankly: "What are you laughing at?"

Sang Yan was still laughing: "Nothing."

"..." She looked weird and continued to help him forward.

When approaching the station, Sang Yan suddenly called her: "Wen Shuang Jiang."

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

"Tell you something."

"what."

"I just remembered it wrong." Sang Yan pulled the corners of his lips, dragging the ending sound, and restored his previous awkward appearance, "I'm drinking Coke tonight."

...

Before you know it, the car has reached the south gate.

It may be that after taking a break in the car, Mu Chengyun looked sober. He got out of the car, smiled, and said goodbye to them without saying anything for Sang Yan to send him in.

Wen Yifan waved his hand with him, then glanced at the gate of Nanwu University.

Turning his head, it happened to collide with Sang Yan's gaze.

She immediately retracted her gaze.

It was a silent way again.

During the period, Sang Yan only asked: "This is your colleague?"

"New intern," said Wen Yifan, "it seems to be a student you know?"

Sang Yan said lightly: "Is it."

The car drove to the underground parking lot of the community.

Only after Wen Yifan's feet fell on the ground did he really feel that the wine she drank was a bit strong. At this moment, there is a feeling of vain, and the world is shaking.

Sangyan got out of the car a few seconds later than her, and was holding the car key to lock the car. Then, noticing Wen Yifan's state, he casually said: "What's wrong?"

Hearing his voice, Wen Yifan inexplicably thought of the appearance of Mu Chengyun's neck being reddened just now, and subconsciously raised his hand and pressed the hat of his sweater: "Nothing..."

"..."

Sang Yan thought her behavior was weird, but she didn't notice anything wrong with her expression. Staring at her for a few seconds, he withdrew his eyes and walked in the direction of the elevator.

Wen Yifan followed him, walking slowly.

He entered the elevator for a while before she followed in and walked to the inside, leaning against the inner wall of the elevator.

After reaching the sixteenth floor.

Seeing the elevator door opened, Wen Yifan was about to go out. But after standing for a long time, the soles of my feet are inexplicably weak and a little soft.

At the same time, Sang Yan turned back, seeming to want to say something to her. Before his voice came out, Wen Yifan leaned forward, feeling uncontrollable. He reflexively supported his arm and grabbed his tie with the other hand.

His face also slammed into his chest.

In an instant, all the senses were occupied by the overwhelming sandalwood incense on his body.

Sang Yan's body leaned down.

She subconsciously raised her head, knocked the tip of her nose against his chin, and took a step back.

The elevator doors are also closed at this moment.

The picture seems to stand still.

The person who reacted first was Sang Yan.

Sang Yan stood up straight, stretched out his hand to pull the tie that was crooked by her, and unhurriedly pressed the button to open the door. Then, he tilted his head and looked at her meaningfully: "What is the reason this time?"

Wen Yifan explained: "Sorry, I am a little unstable."

"When I first asked you," Sang Yan thought thoughtfully, "Isn't he still standing still?"

"..."

Silent for three seconds.

In the quiet elevator, Sang Yan suddenly called her: "Wen Yifan."

Wen Yifan raised his head slowly, "Huh?"

Sang Yan looked at her up and down and raised her eyebrows: "Do you want to chase me?"

"..." Wen Yifan's mind was chaotic, and he didn't recover much for a while, "What?"

"If you have this meaning, just be straightforward. Maybe—" Sang Yan bent down slightly and met her gaze. He dragged the ending, and after a two-second pause, he added slowly, "I can think about it."