Hard to Deceive

The day outside was completely bright, but the curtains were closed tightly, and the living room looked groggy. As December approaches, the temperature in Nanwu has dropped again, and the temperature difference between morning and afternoon is even greater.

Wen Yifan was already sitting on the sofa next to Sang Yan. It wasn't long before she woke up now, wearing only thin long-sleeved trousers. I felt a little cold when I took off my coat, and I shivered unconsciously.

The emotion on Sang Yan's face gradually receded, and there was no extra movement.

Approaching in his direction, Wen Yifan slowed down his actions, and while waiting for the words he stopped, he moved so little by little. But when he was only half a meter away from Sang Yan, he still didn't say a word, only looking at her with interest.

Wen Yifan had to stop and waited quietly for a while.

Like watching a play, Sang Yan remained unchanged.

"..."

Wen Yifan didn't wait to stop him, and calmly gave himself a step down: "Now you should understand, if you don't lock the door, this situation will probably happen."

Sang Yan smiled: "What's the situation?"

The distance is close, his presence is strong and strong, and Wen Yifan doesn't have the courage to talk about anything just now. She looked up at the time and broke the subject: "Then I will get ready for work."

Sang Yan tilted his head and said lazily: "Isn't this nothing happened?"

"..." Wen Yifan looked at him.

Most of the blanket on Sang Yan slipped to the ground, but he didn't mean to pick it up at all. His arrogant eyebrows, his expression arrogant and domineering, he looked at the sky without fear, and he seemed to ignore her words at all.

Wen Yifan didn't care about him, bent down and helped him pick up the blanket. She was holding one corner of the blanket, and when she was about to say something, she suddenly felt the other end of the blanket being pulled hard.

She was caught off guard before letting go.

The body was taken forward, and the whole person half threw himself on Sang Yan's body.

The safety distance was broken.

Wen Yifan held his breath and subconsciously supported the cushion beside him. But the cushion was not enough, and the tip of her nose touched Sang Yan's chin and gently rubbed it. She raised her head subconsciously, and suddenly met Sang Yan's dark eyes.

His breath, including his whole person, was hot.

For a while, Wen Yifan forgot to react.

Sang Yan's eyes were heavy, mixed with ambiguity. The outline of his Adam's apple was deep and it rolled down obviously. Then, his gaze dropped, fixed on her lips, freeze frame for two seconds, and then pulled up again.

Inexplicably, Wen Yifan felt a little dry mouth.

"What?" Sang Yan said suddenly, his voice was a little dumb, "Dare you this time?"

...

These words instantly pulled Wen Yifan's reason back, and she stepped back and sat up straight. At the moment of chaos, she didn't even understand what Sang Yan's words meant, and she rashly denied: "Don't dare."

Sang Yan raised his eyelashes without changing his face.

Wen Yifan said vaguely, "Next time."

"..."

Because of the late time, Wen Yifan didn't stay in the living room anymore, got up and went back to the room. She went into the toilet and squeezed some toothpaste on the toothbrush

, The action stopped again, breathing slowly.

She felt a little fortunate in hindsight.

Fortunately, I held it.

When he was sober, he did this to Sang Yan without a name.

That would be too disrespectful to him.

But why did Sangyan pull the blanket suddenly?

The blankets were about to fall to the ground, so he didn't care. But as soon as she saw her touch his blanket, there was a movement...Is this afraid that she would not only grab his room, but also occupy his only blanket?

"..."

Is her image already like this?

Wen Yifan divided his energy and thought about what Sang Yan had just said. She was brushing her teeth, thinking about the meaning of the words. Not long after, she remembered what Sang Yan said some time ago.

-"You want to assault me."

――"Come here if you dare."

Wen Yifan's expression froze, and Sang Yan's face appeared in his mind at the same time. She vomited the foam, rinsed her mouth, and then recalled that she responded casually to Sang Yan.

"..."

Ugh.

However, this sentence is not bad anymore.

After living with him for a long time, Wen Yifan felt assimilated. After washing her face, she wiped the water on her face with a towel, and an idea came up very untimely. I don't know if there will be a chance to dare later.

...

Wen Yifan suddenly realized that his path of chasing people felt a bit crooked.

Just doing this kind of lip service seems to be of no use.

Wen Yifan felt that the current state of getting along with Sang Yan was a bit like - he always felt that he was the most powerful person in the world, but seeing her behaved more powerfully than him, he was not to be outdone.

Contend with her naturally.

Sang Yan will never suffer, nor is he afraid of being intimidated.

Live exceptionally self.

If they continue to develop like this, will they become enemies?

Back at the company, Wen Yifan sat down and flipped through the information on the table. Su Tian next door habitually came over to gossip with her and asked her about her progress.

Wen Yifan thought for a while: "I plan to speed up."

What I have been hearing these days is "still working hard." At this time, after finally changing the sentence, Su Tian still had a very pleased feeling: "How to speed up?"

"I am going to invite him to dinner, although I don't know if he will agree..." As he said, Wen Yifan turned his head, "But before that, I have to do one thing."

"what?"

Wen Yifan said seriously: "Improve myself." Su Tian did not hear clearly: "Huh?"

"If you want to chase someone, you can't just focus on the other person." After pondering for so many days, Wen Yifan finally came to a conclusion, "You have to work hard to improve yourself and make yourself better."

Su Tian was silent for a while, and felt that these words really made sense: "So you plan now?"

"I want to do more news," Wen Yifan raised his eyes slightly, looking enthusiastic. "Try hard in three years to see if you can get the top ten in the station.

reporter. "

"..." Su Tian repeated what she said, "Three years?"

"Ok."

Su Tian reminded: "Are you sure the other party has not found a partner for three years?"

Wen Yifan turned his head and explained in a low voice: "I did these two things at the same time."

"what?"

"I want to make him feel," Wen Yifan thought about it and said his own thoughts, "I am a very hard worker."

Even if it is not good enough now.

Will gradually become better through hard work.

After repeated selections, Wen Yifan set a time for Yosangyan to eat out in early December. She hoped she was the one with plenty of time, so she set her day off.

It was Friday.

Because it is a working day, Sang Yan still has to go to work.

It was also unclear whether Sang Yan would work overtime, Wen Yifan thought about it, or planned to make an appointment with him in advance. If he made it clear that he was not free, she could still consider changing the time.

Wen Yifan left the room.

At this time, Sang Yan had just finished taking a shower and was sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone.

Wen Yifan slowly sat on the sofa on the other side, pretending that he was out to drink water. She poured water into the cup, and by the way, she secretly glanced in the direction of Sang Yan.

He happened to catch his eyes.

Wen Yifan pressed his lower lip lightly, noticed the game interface on his screen, and raised a topic: "I am also playing this game recently."

Sang Yan looked at her: "When?"

Wen Yifan chatted with him awkwardly: "Just recently, it's kind of fun."

Hearing this, Sang Yan lifted her mobile phone towards her and said idly: "What about a round?"

"..." Thinking of his three-legged cat kung fu and Sang Yan's relentless poison tongue ability, Wen Yifan shook his head, "Next time, my phone is in the room."

Sang Yan said nothing more.

Wen Yifan took a sip of water and began to cut into the subject: "Are you free this Friday night?"

Sang Yan tilted his head: "What?"

"I recently heard from a colleague that there is a grilled fish restaurant near your company that is quite delicious." Wen Yifan calmly said, "If you have time, let's eat together?"

Sang Yan put the phone down and stared at her for several seconds. Then, he thoughtfully said: "Finally, do you owe me the food?"

Wen Yifan was taken aback, and felt that there was nothing wrong with this understanding, so he nodded.

Sang Yan retracted his eyes: "Oh."

Wen Yifan asked again: "Then are you free?"

After a few seconds of silence, Sang Yan hummed indifferently.

"Then I will come to your company downstairs to see you that day?" I don't know if he minds this, Wen Yifan explained, "I am off on Friday, so I can go to see you in advance. Otherwise, we can see you directly in the store. ."

Sang Yan continued to look at the phone: "No need."

Wen Yifan's lips moved.

Before I could speak, I heard him say: "I will be back after get off work."

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

"When the time comes, go out together."

"..." Wen Yifan lowered his head and drank again, "Okay."

After finishing what he wanted to say, Wen Yifan didn't stay in the living room anymore. She got up, walked a few steps, then turned around and said, "I will remind you again on Friday?"

Sang Yan looked back at her and said slowly: "Okay."

After getting this answer, Wen Yifan felt at ease and returned to the room.

the other side.

At this moment, the living room.

Sang Yan continued to play the game, and after a while, the corners of his lips curled up inexplicably.

...

Friday night.

Wen Yifan took out only a few skirts from the closet and chose a khaki long skirt among them. She put on a long woolen coat, sat in front of the dressing table, and spent half an hour putting on makeup.

Staring at himself in the mirror, Wen Yifan wanted to soften his eyebrows a little bit, but he looked less sharp. She picked up the eyeshadow palette, deepened the eye sockets, and pulled down the end of the eye with eyeliner.

After struggling for a while, it feels useless.

Wen Yifan pursed his lips and gave up the struggle. Before leaving the room, she caught a glimpse of the perfume on the table. She picked it up and hesitantly sprayed some perfume behind her ears.

After sitting in the living room for about half an hour, Sang Yan returned. He put down the key, glanced in the direction of the living room habitually, fixed his gaze on her for a while before moving away.

Wen Yifan stood up and asked subconsciously, "Are you going back?"

Sang Yan said casually: "Get something."

Wen Yifan said, without asking more.

Sang Yan went back to the room and came out soon. Maybe he was holding something small, and he didn't carry anything in his hand, it was no different from the one he had just entered. He walked to the hallway and said to her by the way: "Let's go."

Following him, Wen Yifan nodded: "Okay."

The two got into the car.

Wen Yifan fastened his seat belt and told him the name of the grilled fish shop.

Probably after hearing about this store, Sang Yan didn't turn on the navigation, so he started the car.

Wen Yifan wondered whether or not to talk to him, but felt that this seemed to affect his driving. She looked out the window, thinking about the car accident report she had done, and soon gave up.

Thinking of going to the store for a while, there is still a lot of time to talk.

It was also close, less than twenty minutes by car.

This shop is next to a small business district, with a parking area in front of it. The location is right, you can see the name of the grilled fish shop when you drive. The red color used for the signboard and decoration style is particularly eye-catching.

The store is very large, and it's the meal at this time. There are a lot of customers in it.

Wen Yifan walked in with Sang Yan and reported "two people" to the waiter at the door. They were taken to a two-person table, and when they were about to sit down, a female voice suddenly shouted: "Manager?"

The sound was crisp, and sounded a bit familiar.

Wen Yifan glanced over.

There is a big table next door, and there are eight people sitting on it. It seems that it hasn’t been long since they just came here. There are only tableware and tea on the table. In the center are placed iron basins, filled with plastic packaging and poured tea.

Zheng Kejia sat there, wearing a **** skirt

. She has that sweet and beautiful appearance, and she looks very good when she smiles, and she has a small tiger tooth. In this noisy crowd, it is particularly eye-catching.

The next second, her gaze shifted to meet Wen Yifan.

Zheng Kejia's smile was obviously restrained.

A man next to him opened his mouth, somewhat puzzled: "Brother Yan, aren't you coming?"

Sang Yan swept over there, "Are you scheduled for dinner here?"

"Yeah!" The man glanced at Wen Yifan next to him and smiled, "Since you ran into it, let's eat together. As the boss, you don't participate in the dinner in our department. Is that fair?"

Hearing this, Wen Yifan understood that this group of people should be Sang Yan's colleagues. Looking at Zheng Kejia again, Wen Yifan had never thought that she was already at work now.

But after all, she should also be a senior this year?

It seems to be almost the same.

Sang Yan didn't reply immediately, tilted his head, and slightly bent over and asked her, "Can you?"

"..." Wen Yifan returned to his senses, "Yes."

Observing her expression, after a few seconds, Sang Yan retracted his eyes and asked the waiter to add two chairs.

After taking the seat, Wen Yifan was putting on his clothes, and suddenly heard Zheng Kejia calling her. Zheng Kejia sat on the other side of Sang Yan, not far from her. She looked up calmly, smiled politely, and said nothing.

A man who had ironed the tin foil on the other side asked in surprise, "Do you know each other?"

Zheng Kejia's voice is crisp: "My sister."

"Is it such a coincidence?" asked the hot foil, "my sister?"

Maybe it is difficult to explain this relationship, Zheng Kejia smiled and directly acquiesced.

Hearing this answer, Sang Yan glanced sideways at Zheng Kejia, and quickly recovered. With his elbow on the table, his whole person facing Wen Yifan's direction, casually said: "Do you have a sister?"

Wen Yifan tore the packaging of the tableware and said honestly: "Stepsister."

Sang Yan looked at her and did not continue to ask.

The tin foil was very self-familiar, and he shouted directly: "Sister Zheng -"

Before he finished speaking, Sang Yan interrupted him: "Her surname is Wen."

"..." The tin foil was a little stunned, "Isn't it Kejia's sister? Do you take your father's surname, and your mother's surname?"

Wen Yifan happened to take apart the wrapping paper completely and explained gently: "Reorganize the family."

Zheng Kejia answered: "Yes."

The tin foil is hot: "That's it."

"Introduce some, Brother Yan." The boy sitting next to Zheng Kejia turned off the topic and said with a smile, "Is this my sister-in-law?" He was about to pick up the kettle. Hearing this, Wen Yifan paused and helped Sang. Yan clarified: "No, I'm him--" She didn't know how to describe the relationship between the two, and she simply said, "Friend."

The boy continued to booze: "Brother Yan, are you really a friend?"

Sang Yan looked at him with a warning in his eyes: "Don't you hear the people talking?" Then, he reached out and picked up the kettle, and by the way, he pushed his unopened bowls and chopsticks in front of Wen Yifan: "Thanks."

"..." Watching him take away the bowls and chopsticks he had just opened, Wen Yifan had to continue to tear the packaging silently.

Just at this time.

The waiter served a bunch of drinks, they should have ordered them. The person sitting on the outside divided the drinks at the corresponding points, and when they reached the last bottle, they wondered: "Why are there nine bottles? Has anyone ordered more?"

"Huh?" Zheng Kejia glanced at the small ticket, "It seems that I accidentally ticked one more."

"It doesn't look good."

"Let's just let it go, otherwise, Brother Yan, can you see if you drink it?"

"Give it to my sister." Zheng Kejia stretched out her hand, put the drink in front of Wen Yifan through Sang Yan, and smiled, "She has a good personality and has nothing to dislike, so she can drink anything she wants."

Wen Yifan looked at the drink in front of him and said nothing.

Afterwards, Zheng Kejia handed the menu to Sang Yan, his face was a little red: "Manager, can you see what you want to drink? We ordered early, and we ordered everything, so you can see if you want to add anything. ."

Upon seeing this, Sang Yan's eyelids moved and gave Zheng Kejia a non-emotional look.

The atmosphere at the dinner table seemed to froze for a moment.

A few seconds later, Sang Yan took the menu and pushed it to Wen Yifan at will.

Because of this movement, Wen Yifan raised his eyes.

Sang Yan picked up the bottle of drink in front of her and put it back to his place, as if signalling the drink for him to solve it. He met her eyes, behaving very naturally, and said quietly: "What do you want to drink."