Hard to Deceive

He said this calmly and calmly, with a little comfort, as if to show in this way that he didn't care about these things. I also don't think that this will have any substantial impact on him.

"We are in this relationship," Sang Yan withdrew his hand and spoke slowly, "Doesn't this require your consent?"

"Ok?"

"Otherwise," Sang Yan said, "You are the one who suffers."

"..."

Wen Yifan froze for a moment, pondered what he said, and said sincerely: "I am not so authoritarian. Whatever you want to use your property for is your freedom. You don't need to ask me how you want to spend it. "

Sang Yan tilted his head and looked at her thoughtfully.

Quiet for a while.

Seeing him, I kept staring at myself without talking, and Wen Yifan didn't understand what he meant. She put down her chopsticks and asked hesitantly: "Then do you want to manage my property?"

"..."

"It's okay, but there may not be a lot." Although Wen Yifan's salary was a little higher after her conversion, she didn't save much because of various living expenses. "Then I will make a list for you later?"

Sang Yan looked at her straight for a while.

It's like thinking about how there can be such incomprehensible people in this world.

Wen Yifan thought for a while, and still said, "Then you can also keep an account for me by the way, I can't count it." Sang Yan glanced at the corner of her lips and pinched her face hard: "It's pretty beautiful. ."

...

After breakfast, it was almost time for Sang Yan to work. Wen Yifan got up and habitually checked the contents of his bag before going out, but didn't turn to the recorder. She asked Sang Yan to wait, then went back to the room, and soon found the recorder on the dressing table.

Just as he was thinking of a room, Wen Yifan suddenly remembered Che Xingde who he met during "overtime" last night. She paused slightly, and hesitated to flip through the cabinet.

Then, he took a bottle of anti-wolf spray from inside and put it in his bag.

In the following days, Wen Yifan asked Sang Yan whether Che Xingde had ever visited his bar again. But Sang Yan is busy at work, and he only goes to "work overtime" once in a while, so I don't know the situation.

But according to He Mingbo, there seems to be no.

Even if there was, there shouldn't be any trouble, just arrived as an ordinary guest.

Only then did Wen Yifan relax slightly. Thinking that Che Xingde was self-aware, he didn't dare to rush to other people's places to make trouble. Once he was kicked out, he probably wouldn't do the same thing again.

In addition, Wen Yifan had to follow up with many follow-up reports during this period, most of the time he drove the company's car to and from get off work, and he never saw Che Xingde again.

What happened that day was like an episode that didn't cause any splashes.

Wen Yifan gradually put it behind him.

Mu Chengyun's resignation application was approved only a month later. He was born well, he was obedient and enthusiastic, and his popularity in the group was pretty good. For this reason, on the day he officially resigned, other people in the team organized a farewell party for him.

In order to accommodate most people's time, this farewell party is scheduled to be late.

I plan to wait for everyone to have a late night snack at a barbecue stall near the company.

Before Wen Yifan's manuscript was finished, he let others go first. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening when she finished the finishing work. Turning off the computer, she took the package and left the company.

The barbecue stall is on the food street behind the company, and it takes about ten minutes to walk.

Wen Yifan took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat as he walked out. Seeing the news that Sang Yan had just come to pick her up, she bent her lower lip and was about to reply that she would go back later, but before finishing the word, a man's thick and rough voice suddenly came from her ear.

"Frost."

Wen Yifan stopped with his fingertips, followed the sound source, and unexpectedly met Che Xingde's face. He leaned against the pillar beside him, silently, and didn't know how long he waited here.

Her eyes grew colder, she retracted her gaze, and continued to move forward as if she hadn't heard.

In the next second, Cha Xingde followed and grabbed her arm again. His body was full of the scent of alcohol and tobacco mixed with a strong smell of sweat, which made Wen Yifan almost vomit out.

Wen Yifan struggled to escape, stepped back vigilantly, and reached into his bag.

Che Xingde retracted his hand and smiled, "What are you doing, I always have this attitude when I see my uncle."

Wen Yifan stared at him: "What do you want to do."

"We haven't seen each other for many years?" Che Xingde rubbed her head vigorously, seeing that her eyes were the same as before, "Yes, these years have passed very well, and I found a rich bar opener. boyfriend."

"..."

"Isn't that right? Please treat your partner more and let him give you more benefits." Cha Xingde said, "At that time, my uncle told you that he didn't listen, he had to go to some university. Make money this way?"

Wen Yifan closed her eyes, feeling that these people were like maggots, making her disgusting to the extreme, and looking at it more was polluting her eyeballs. The line of her lips straightened, and she uttered three words smoothly.

"Leave far away."

Che Xingde didn't get annoyed, and went to tease her again, still humiliated and said: "What's the matter? I don't like to listen to it again? Frostfall, it's not good for you to live a good life by patronizing yourself? I was killed by you. You have to work out, and you can't lift your head on the face of the neighborhood. You still miss yourself--"

Wen Yifan's body was slightly stiff, feeling that he had endured it to the extreme.

She happened to touch the anti-wolf spray in her bag, and she was about to take it out. The next moment, the strength of her hand was relieved. A tall figure appeared in front of Wen Yifan, stopped her behind, and yelled, "What are you doing!"

Wen Yifan's breathing was a little short, and he raised his head subconsciously.

It's Mu Chengyun.

Seeing other people, Che Xingde still didn't think there was anything wrong. The smile on his face increased, and the gully on his face was one after another: "I didn't do anything, I'm talking to my niece."

Mu Chengyun turned to look at her: "Sister Yi Fan, do you know this person?"

Wen Yifan calmed down a little: "I don't know."

Hearing this, Mu Chengyun looked at Che Xingde again, with an ugly expression: "I said you don't know him, can you leave?"

Che Xingde glanced at Wen Yifan again. The whites of his eyes were yellow, and his pupils appeared muddy. Then, he took a few steps back and sighed lightly: "Young man, I am really her uncle."

"..."

"We have a misunderstanding," Cha Xingde said again, "she is just angering me."

Mu Chengyun didn't hear: "Sister Yi Fan, let's go. Everyone is waiting for you."

Wen Yifan nodded.

The two walked in the direction of the barbecue stall one after the other.

Mu Chengyun stood behind Wen Yifan, as if he was afraid that Che Xingde would suddenly step forward to do something inappropriate.

Che Xingde did not follow up either.

Until I walked a distance.

Wen Yifan tilted his head, thanked him, and then said: "Why are you back?"

Mu Chengyun scratched his head: "I left the headset at the company."

"Huh?" Wen Yifan asked, "Then do you want to go back and get it now?"

"Forget it, it's okay." Mu Chengyun said, "I don't bother to take a trip, just let Da Zhuang give it to me."

Wen Yifan nodded and muttered absently.

"Sister Yifan, who was the man just now?" Mu Chengyun said cautiously, paying attention to her expression, "It seems that the man I saw was looking for you before."

Wen Yifan guessed it too, and he wasn't too surprised to hear it now, just smiled.

Mu Chengyun did not continue to ask: "Be careful when you leave the company later, so it's not the first time he has come. If you get off work later, please ask Senior Sang to come and pick you up."

"Yeah." Wen Yifan broke the topic, his tone was casual and peaceful, "I heard that you signed a good film and television company? Congratulations."

Mu Chengyun touched his head embarrassedly: "Thank Sister Yifan."

Wen Yifan smiled: "Is being an actor something you like to do?"

"Yes," Mu Chengyun's eyes lit up when he said this. "The first time I acted, my friend pulled it over for an audition. I didn't expect it to pass, and I was very happy the whole process."

"That's very good."

"Sister Yi Fan, how about you?" Mu Chengyun chatted with her, "Did you become a reporter because you like this industry?"

"..." Wen Yifan was startled and looked up.

"What's wrong?" Mu Chengyun was a little embarrassed, "Did I ask questions that shouldn't be asked?"

Wen Yifan recovered: "No."

Mu Chengyun breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just work." Wen Yifan thought about it seriously, and gave a satisfactory answer, "I don't like it, but I don't hate it."

...

After arriving at the barbecue booth, Wen Yifan remembered to send a message to Sang Yan. She sent him an orientation, and then said the approximate time, telling him not to come if he leaves work early.

The farewell party did not end until eleven o'clock.

Wen Yifan walked out of the food street with his colleagues, and suddenly noticed that Sang Yan's car had stopped at the intersection. She paused, and hurriedly said goodbye to the others, ran over and got into the car.

Wen Yifan fastened his seat belt and asked casually: "Did you just finish working overtime, or just came over from'overtime'?"

"Just got off work." Sang Yan swept outside, "What? Who is going to see you off today?"

"Mu Chengyun." Wen Yifan said honestly, "He handed in his resignation some time ago, and only officially left today. His colleagues gave him a farewell party."

Sang Yan uttered an oh, and raised his lips, his tone a little owed: "It's kind of sad."

"..." Wen Yifan smiled, "It's okay, he's very happy. He doesn't seem to like being a reporter at all. Now it's good to be able to do what he likes."

Hearing this, Sang Yan's eyelashes moved and looked at her subconsciously. Before long, he withdrew his gaze and started the car slowly: "Go home."

Wen Yifan responded with good.

She lowered the window and lay on the window, blowing the wind outside.

Sang Yan glanced at her: "Wen Shuang has fallen, take your hand back a little."

Wen Yifan paused and slowly retracted his elbow that was exposed outside the window. Afterwards, she glanced at the phone and happened to see Zhao Yuandong's message bar jump to the top again.

The word "uncle" was mentioned in it.

Wen Yifan's eyes stopped, and he thought of the words of Che Xingde and Mu Chengyun just now. She didn't know if something similar would happen in the future, so she went in hesitantly and took a look.

Flip up along the way.

After a bunch of news, Zhao Yuandong would say a few words to her every few days.

[Today your uncle and family came to Nanwu, and now live with your mother. I know you don't want to see them, so just talk to them. They shouldn't stay for too long, just find a place to settle temporarily. 】

[Your elder mother's younger brother really doesn't look like a good person. It's because my mother had neglected before and didn't consider your feelings. At that time, I just thought that your uncle and family took good care of you, and didn't think too much. Shall we have a good talk? 】

...

[Today your big aunt's younger brother drove your uncle's friend's car, and he crashed while driving under the influence. He had to pay tens of thousands. Mom gave them a little bit and now let them move out. 】

...

[Your elder aunt is here again today, I probably asked it out. They seem to owe a debt before moving to Nanwu. If they come to you, don't worry about them. Don't let them affect your life, you know? 】

Wen Yifan didn't watch any more and left the chat window.

Sang Yan next to him also said at this moment: "Why are you in a bad mood for a farewell party?"

Wen Yifan froze after hearing this: "Ah, no."

Sang Yan's tone was unclear: "Reluctant?"

"..." Wen Yifan laughed and said patiently, "Nothing."

It happened to be a red light.

Sang Yan stopped the car and looked sideways at her. His gaze seemed to be observing, but it was not very obvious. After a while, until the red light had started to flash, he said, "What's the matter today?"

Wen Yifan subconsciously denied: "No, what's wrong?"

"What's the matter," Sang Yan laughed, "I should ask you about this."

"..."

Sang Yan retracted his gaze and started the car again, only to leave a sentence.

"Tell me something."

After a while.

Wen Yifan forcibly put the Che Xingde incident behind him and mentioned the report he made today: "That is, today I went to do a follow-up interview. A family of three had a car accident, and only one child was alive and became a vegetable. Look. I'm in a bad mood."

As if listening, Sang Yan muttered for a few seconds, then calmed down a few words in a low voice.

Drive all the way to the underground parking lot of the community.

After getting off the car, Wen Yifan took the initiative to hold his hand and suddenly shouted: "Sang Yan."

Sang Yan: "Huh?"

"If you have time later," Wen Yifan asked, "Can you come and pick me up from get off work?"

"No, what did you say to me? If it weren't for getting off work later than you," Sang Yan tilted her head and squeezed her fingertips hard, "I won't come to pick you up someday?"

"Oh." Wen Yifan curled his lips, "I just want to confirm."

...

Wen Yifan could roughly guess the purpose of Che Xingde's approach to her.

But she didn't want to take care of these things at all, and it was impossible to do what they thought. Her working hours are irregular, and sometimes she will not go back to the stage for several days because of a business trip. Most of the rest of the time, Sang Yan came to pick her up.

After a long time, Wen Yifan didn't worry anymore.

I didn't believe that Che Xingde could just squat outside the TV station all day to wait for her for this.

Because of Wen Yifan's words, Sang Yan had another reason to brag. In addition, the recent major project of his company has just been completed overtime, and time is left.

Sang Yan led a life of commuting to get off work on time every day.

Send Wen Yifan to work on time every day, and then go downstairs to her company to pick her home on time. If she had to work overtime, he would take it to the "overtime" to brag about it for a while, waiting for her to go home after get off work.

Just like now.

Sang Yan sat carelessly in the center of the deck, listening to ice cola in his hand, and said leisurely: "I'm sorry, brothers. Recently, I can't drink."

Su Haoan's ears are about to grow calluses: "Go away! Who the **** wants you to come!"

"My partner asks me to pick her up from get off work every day." Sang Yan continued without interruption, "I want to drink with you too, but isn't my partner too clingy? I have nothing to do."

"..." Qian Fei rarely came here after he got married, but he heard Sang Yan's bragging not many times, whether through WeChat or phone, "You hurry up and get out of here, I'm **** tired of it."

Seeing Qian Fei, Sang Yan mentioned another thing: "Oh. Boss Qian, I haven't seen you here recently. You are, come here to tell us how you teach praise and chase people?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Fei's expression froze.

"I really envy you." Sang Yan said, "I haven't felt the taste of chasing people."

"..."

"As for me, I have always been," Sang Yan said in an arrogant tone and owed a beating, "the one who was pursued crazily."

Su Hao was convinced: "You dare to say this in front of me."

Sang Yansi didn't feel slapped, and looked at Qian Fei again: "Okay, Boss Qian, start blowing your glorious cause."

Qian Fei bit his scalp and said, "I really don't have one. Can you please don't listen to that idiot who praised it?"

The smile on Sang Yan's face gradually faded, and he said without emotion, "Is it sure you want to do this?"

Su Hao'an is also unhappy: "What are you doing with Duan Jiaxuan! Where does the secret between the brothers come from! Even if you didn't teach him to chase after you, this dog will definitely take the credit! Who do you deny it to! "

"..."

Did not wait for Qian Fei to speak again.

Yu Zhuo went up to the second floor at this moment. He looked at a loss. He said to Sang Yan, "Brother Yan, there is a guest downstairs who said it was your uncle. He ordered a lot of wine and didn't plan to pay..."

Sang Yan's eyelashes moved: "Where am I from uncle?"

Yu Zhuo added: "It's the drunkard who was framed by Brother Dajun last time. He said it was his sister-in-law's uncle."

Su Haoan frowned: "Who the **** is this idiot, come to Lao Tzu's place to make trouble?"

Sang Yan slowly raised his eyebrows, drank the remaining Coke, and quickly got up: "You drink, I'll take care of it. Then by the way, I'm going to pick up my clingy girl."

"..."

Sang Yan went downstairs and was led by Yu Zhuo to the deck in the center of the first floor. At a glance, I saw Che Xingde standing on the very edge, with a bunch of people sitting beside him. At this time he was yelling with waiter Xiao Chen: "My niece is your boss's object! What money shall I give!"

He walked over and took the bill from Xiao Chen casually.

Xiao Chen's expression is also very embarrassed: "Brother Yan..."

Seeing Sang Yan, the arrogance on Che Xingde's face instantly disappeared. He bared his yellow teeth, reached out and patted Sang Yan on the shoulder: "Hey, are you the object of our frost? I heard her say it several times."

Sang Yan ignored him and asked Xiao Chen, "How much wine did you order at this table?"

Xiao Chen silently reported the number.

Cha Xingde is still bragging to his friends, and the complacency on his face is clear: "Come on, brothers, look at everyone. This is my niece's object, she should be handsome! People are also generous and tight. Wine money is nothing to him!"

"..."

Sang Yan glanced at the bill and raised his eyelids lazily.

"Your compliment, I accept it."

The smile on Che Xingde's face was even stronger.

Without waiting for him to speak, Sang Yan said again: "Let's talk about it, whether you give it or not."

Che Xingde was taken aback, thinking that he had misheard: "What do you give? Just this little money, I'm the uncle of your target--"

"Don't give it, right." Sang Yan put the bill on the table and said with a smile, "OK."

He tilted his head to look at Yu Zhuo, and bluntly lost two words.

"Call the police."