It seems that this is the first time Sang Yan has called her name since she met again.
Wen Yifan's spirit was extremely tense at this time, and he felt like he was hallucinating. She didn't stop to confirm the time, and unconsciously ran a few steps forward.
The next moment, Wen Yifan's wrist was grabbed by Sang Yan.
Sang Yan pulled her in his direction, not too hard. Wen Yifan raised his head, his vision was occupied by his stiff profile. His lips pursed, and he opened the car door with one hand, looking a little hot.
"What are you doing standing still?"
Because of uncontrollable fear and running all the way, Wen Yifan's breathing was short. She raised her eyes to look at him, didn't say a word, and got into the car following his actions and words.
The door was closed by Sang Yeon.
Through the car window, Wen Yifan saw that he casually pressed the lock button.
The three men were already chasing after him.
Seeing this scene, the man with the tiger tattoo glanced inside the car, and after confirming that there was no one else, he said fluently, "Handsome guy, is this your girlfriend? She looks pretty."
Sang Yan raised her eyes and said word by word, "It's none of your business."
Because of his attitude, the man with the tiger tattoo was instantly unhappy, and he stepped forward and pushed his shoulders: "What is your attitude? I said it's none of my business? You don't like to listen to good things, right?"
Sang Yan quickly grabbed his arm, tightened her strength, and quickly flung it away as if she had hit something dirty.
There was no warmth in his eyes, and his tone was not very turbulent: "Would you like to go?"
"Okay, I'm not an unreasonable person either." The man with the tiger tattoo thought he was giving in and pointed in the direction of Wen Yifan, "Let that slut in your car come down first and apologize to me. The submissive model—"
As if hitting a nerve in Sang Yan, he suddenly kicked the tiger tattooed man's abdomen without warning.
This time, he exerted a lot of energy, without the slightest restraint, Wen Yifan could hear the loud crash in the car.
The tiger tattooed man's words were interrupted immediately, he took a few steps back, his waist and abdomen bent down, and a swear word came out with difficulty: "Fuck you..."
The other two following him were stunned.
After hearing the swearing words of the man with the tiger tattoo, he came to help as if he had reacted.
Wen Yifan lowered his eyes, endured the trembling and took out his phone to call the police.
Sang Yan has always been lazy and doesn't like to take care of anything. When looking at people, he always seems to have a slightly mocking smile, but now he seems to be really angry, with no expression on his face.
His eyes were pure black and sullen, looking at the person in front of him as if he were looking at a piece of rotten meat.
Two people went up to catch him at the same time, trying to control him.
Sang Yan quickly grabbed the hair of one of them, pulled it up, and knocked on the street lamp beside him. The other took advantage of this moment and punched him hard in the face.
Unable to dodge, he turned his head to the other side.
Fixed for a moment.
Sang Yan seemed to have lost her sense of reason and pain, but instead laughed when she was injured.
Wen Yifan closed his eyes, knowing that he would not be of much help after going out, but instead would pull Sang Yan's hind legs. She didn't want to see the scene where Sang Yan was beaten, but she was worried that some of them might be armed.
He could only open it again, staring outside without blinking.
Unless the other two are too entangled, all of Sang Yan's actions are targeted, and all his strength is used on the tiger tattooed man. At a certain moment, Wen Yifan saw his lips open and closed, and said a short sentence.
But some distance away.
Wen Yifan couldn't hear what he said at all.
Fortunately, the nearby patrolmen came quickly and shouted, "Hey! What are you doing!"
Seeing this, Wen Yifan got out of the car immediately and walked in the direction of Sang Yan. Afraid that the police would think he was part of the trouble, she pulled Sang Yan behind her and pretended to be calm: "Comrade police, I just called the police, this is my friend..."
Sang Yan's face was obviously injured, bloodshot on the corners of his lips, several pieces of skin were torn, and the side of his face was a little bruised. The emotions in his eyes dissipated a little, he lowered his eyes, stared at Wen Yifan's fair neck, and did not speak.
…
Several people were taken to the police station to take notes.
According to the injuries of the two sides, this is not a legitimate defense, and it is more inclined to fight between the two sides. However, the man with the tiger tattoo has a criminal record, and he went to trouble the previous victim as soon as he was released today, so the situation is more serious.
Except for the man with the tiger tattoo, the others were verbally educated for a while, fined a few hundred yuan and left.
out of the police station.
Wen Yifan secretly looked at Sang Yan's face and pursed his lips: "Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Sang Yan was in a bad mood and ignored her.
"Are you injured anywhere else?" Wen Yifan felt guilty and worried because of his own affairs, "Let's go to the hospital, it shouldn't take much time..."
Sang Yan interrupted her: "Wen Yifan."
Wen Yifan raised his eyelashes: "What's wrong?"
Sang Yan looked at her and inexplicably said, "You can't see me when I'm standing there?"
Wen Yifan didn't understand: "What?"
"Why don't you ask me to help you run?"
"… "
"I asked you to come over and didn't hear it?" Sang Yan's tone was unceremonious, full of sarcasm, "Blind, deaf, and dumb, you will run away with your legs, right?"
Wen Yifan didn't care about his badness. He saved himself and was injured. At this moment, she felt right in front of him anyway: "I want to ask you for help, but I don't know if they will do it or not. They don't want to drag you into the water."
Sang Yan looked deep and listened to her explanation.
"Also," Wen Yifan said honestly, "the main reason is that there are three of them. I don't think you can beat them."
"… "
Sang Yan laughed angrily, and was speechless by her words.
Just happened to pass by a pharmacy.
Wen Yifan stopped, glanced at his face again, and said, "Wait here."
After speaking, without waiting for Sang Yan to answer, Wen Yifan went into the pharmacy to buy some medicine for bruises. After coming out, she swept around and found a bench in a remote place nearby.
The two walked over.
"Apply some medicine," Wen Yifan handed him the bag and said sincerely, "You won't be able to meet anyone if you go out like this."
"… "
Sang Yan's breath seemed a little uneasy. He looked at her for a while, and without saying a word ripped open the bag of medicine.
Wen Yifan didn't speak, and watched him roll up his sleeves and spray the bruises on his arms. The more I looked at it, the more intense the already strong sense of guilt intensified.
Sang Yan's way of applying the medicine was very rude and only focused on speed. Wen Yifan felt that there was not much difference between whether he applied or not.
Then the knees, and finally the face.
The process gets tough from here.
Because the face is a blind spot of vision, and there is no mirror around, Sang Yan can only paint blindly. His strength is not restrained, plus he always paints the wrong place, and his brows wrinkle unconsciously.
Wen Yifan couldn't stand it any longer: "I'll help you."
Sang Yan glanced at her and paused for a few seconds before giving her what she was holding.
Wen Yifan was about to lean over when he heard a word from him.
"Don't take advantage of me."
"… "
Wen Yifan paused for a moment, then swallowed his breath and said, "Okay, I will pay attention."
She picked up the iodophor cotton swab, stared at the wound on his face, and wiped it carefully. As soon as she touched his wound, Sang Yan clicked as if she had pierced it with a needle.
Wen Yifan froze immediately.
As if looking for trouble, Sang Yan said displeased: "Can you pay attention to your strength?"
Wen Yifan: "..."
She didn't even think she had touched him yet.
Wen Yifan said with a good temper: "Okay, I'll be gentler."
The distance between the two gradually narrowed.
Wen Yifan stared at his wound intently, with extreme caution, lest he would be dissatisfied again. Gradually going down and applying it to the corners of her lips, she took a new iodophor cotton swab, snapped it, and tapped it upwards gently.
After he had dealt with it thoroughly, Wen Yifan's eyes lifted up and met his eyes.
The air froze for a moment.
"Just apply some medicine," Sang Yan's eyes darkened and her voice became hoarse, "Do you need to get so close?"
"..." Wen Yifan sat up straight, "Sorry. The lighting here is not good, so I can't see clearly."
After speaking, she added: "It's painted."
Nothing else happened after that.
Sang Yan leaned back in the chair and asked casually, "What's your situation?"
Wen Yifan lowered his eyes to clean up the things on the bench, and explained slowly: "It's a festival. The strongest guy lived next to me just now and often knocked on my door. I called the police and had him locked up for five days. It might make him hate it."
Hearing this, Sang Yan's expression was not very good: "Are you still living in that poor place tonight?"
"I've already found a new place to live, and I haven't had time to move. I'll just grab a drink tonight—" She paused and changed her words, "Let's go to my friend's house."
Sang Yan didn't answer any more, and after a long while, she hummed.
Noticing the time, Wen Yifan stood up first: "Let's go. It's late, you should go back to rest early. Su Hao'an's car is still parked in my neighborhood, you have to run again."
Sang Yan just nodded without saying a word.
The two stopped the car and returned to the city Jiayuan.
After getting out of the car, before Wen Yifan said goodbye to him, Sang Yan lifted her foot and walked into the community. Not knowing what he was going to do, she hurriedly followed: "Do you have anything else to do?"
Sang Yan tilted her head: "Go up and pack up."
Wen Yifan was taken aback: "Huh?"
His words were full of disgust for this community: "Are you planning to come back to this poor place?"
"… "
It seems to mean to accompany her to clean up.
Wen Yifan was still worried about this matter. After all, she didn't dare to go upstairs by herself in a short period of time, and she couldn't find anyone to accompany her upstairs for a while, and she was embarrassed to ask Sang. Delay help.
But since he had mentioned it like that, she was relieved.
Wen Yifan thanked: "Thank you."
Sang Yan was too lazy to pay attention to her.
The property management in this area is really bad.
In the building where Wen Yifan lived, the lights on several floors were broken, and it was so dark that people could not see the road, and no one came to replace it. There is still a lot of garbage at the corner of the corridor, and the smell is damp and unpleasant.
Wen Yifan didn't feel anything before, but with this young master around, she somehow felt a little embarrassed about her situation.
But this time Sang Yan didn't say anything.
Wen Yifan took out the key to open the door when he walked to his door.
Sang Yan didn't rush into the girl's house, but stood outside with her pocket in her pocket: "I'll be waiting for you outside."
Wen Yifan nodded.
Wen Yifan walked in and took out the suitcase from under the bed.
She has been in Nanwu for less than three months. Before she came, she sold or abandoned a lot of her luggage. In addition, she never had time for new things, so her packing now is not much different from when she came to Nanwu. .
One suitcase plus one duffel bag is enough.
After confirming that nothing fell, Wen Yifan opened the door and walked out.
Sang Yan glanced at her luggage: "That's it?"
Wen Yifan: "Yeah."
He didn't say more, and directly helped her carry the two luggage downstairs. After leaving the community, Sang Yan put her luggage in the trunk of the car, and then got into the driver's seat: "Where is your friend's house?"
Wen Yifan was thinking about whether to find a hotel to stay in, or to discuss with Wang Linlin and let her stay there today.
Sang Yan was impatient: "Did you hear me?"
Wen Yifan had no choice but to say, "Shangdu Huacheng."
Sang Yan frowned at her and started the car.
From here, it is very close to Shangdu Flower City, less than five minutes.
When approaching the destination, Sang Yan asked casually, "Which building does your friend live in?"
"..." Wen Yifan remembered the location, but he didn't specifically observe which building it was. He honestly said, "I don't remember."
Sang Yan is not in a hurry: "You ask."
Wen Yifan had already told Wang Linlin on WeChat, but she probably didn't check her phone and never replied. She didn't want to trouble Sang Yan for too long, and said again: "She hasn't gotten back to me yet. It's okay, just let me down at the door."
silence.
Sang Yan's voice was indifferent: "Do you really have friends who live here?"
"..." Wen Yifan didn't understand what he meant, "What?"
Sanyan didn't speak anymore.
At the gate of Shangdu Huacheng, Sang Yan got out of the car and helped her take down her luggage.
Wen Yifan thanked you politely again: "I'm really bothering you today, see when you're free, I'll treat you to a meal."
"You don't need to eat." Sang Yan's tone was indifferent, his words were neat and succinct, "Even if I am a stranger today, I will do the same thing."
Wen Yifan stared at the bruise on his face, and couldn't help but say, "Then you are so brave, can you see this face in a year?"
"… "