Hearing this, Mu Chengyun's expression was slightly surprised, and Wen Yifan, who was behind him, glanced at 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 coldly with no emotion in his eyes.
"But it doesn't matter if you recognize it or not." Mu Chengyun's brows were green, looking at the newborn calf that was not afraid of tigers, the impetus in his words was extremely obvious. He still had an unsteady posture, but his tone was clear, "You may have more experience than me, but in this kind of thing, I think it's mainly about people, not tricks."
"Just looking at people?" Sang Yan said lazily, "Then you can go home and sleep now."
"… "
Sang Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and turned back: "Wen Yifan."
Coincidentally, Wen Yifan followed: "What's wrong?"
Looking at their faces, Wen Yifan didn't know what they just said.
Recalling what Mu Chengyun said in the bar just now, the two should know each other. Then Sang Yan dragged Mu Chengyun forward like a sack, and the other party was not unhappy at all—
They are probably quite familiar.
At this moment, Wen Yifan still had the feeling that he had disturbed their reminiscence.
Sang Yan stared at her face: "Have you been drinking?"
Wen Yifan nodded and said honestly, "Drink a little."
Sang Yan: "Stand firmly?"
I don't know why he asked this, but Wen Yifan replied seriously: "Stand firmly."
"Do me a favor," Sang Yan took out the car key from her pocket and threw it in her direction, "Go ahead and open the car door first."
Wen Yifan immediately caught it.
Before he could speak, Sang Yan raised his hand and grabbed Mu Chengyun's hat again, wanting to laugh or not: "As for my junior, I'm so drunk that I can't even walk."
Wen Yifan looked at Mu Chengyun and hesitated, "Do you want to help?"
"Don't." Sang Yan dragged Mu Chengyun forward, her strength was not gentle, Mu Chengyun's face was red, "You are clumsy and careless, how can you take care of my thin arms Leg's apprentice?"
"… "
Looking at his behavior, Wen Yifan was silent for a while, and didn't mention it again: "Then where is your car parked?"
Sang Yan raised his chin: "Over there."
Mu Chengyun was a little uncomfortable being strangled by his collar.
But the play is already halfway through, so it can't be interrupted like this. He looked at Wen Yifan, who was several meters away from him. At the same time, he had to bear Sang Yan's yin and yang sarcasm for his delicate skin and tender flesh, and he began to regret his act of pretending to be drunk tonight.
Go to the parking lot inside the pass.
Wen Yifan walked over quickly and opened the back seat door.
Sang Yan followed behind her and shoved Mu Chengyun into it, her movements neat and succinct.
Seeing this, Wen Yifan returned the car keys to him. She stopped where she was, not knowing that Sang Yanle would not be willing to take her for a ride, but after thinking for a while, she still did not intend to humiliate herself.
Instead, Mu Chengyun said first: "Sister Yifan, why don't you get in the car?"
Wen Yifan looked at Sang Yan hesitantly.
At this moment, Sang Yan was also standing next to the back seat, looking down at her. His pupils were as deep as ink, and his eyebrows were slightly raised, as if provocative. Then, he closed the back seat door without saying a word.
"… "
The meaning of refusal is very obvious.
Wen Yifan glanced at the time, it was less than ten o'clock.
It was too 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 towards the driver's seat, throwing out the sentence, "Sit in the co-pilot."
This unexpected remark made Wen Yifan a little unresponsive: "Are you talking to me?"
Sang Yan opened the car door and stopped: "Otherwise?"
Wen Yifan: "Oh, okay."
"When people are drunk and uncomfortable, let people lie down in the back seat," Sang Yan said leisurely, "Why did you join in the fun?"
"..." Wen Yifan looked in the car window, noticed Mu Chengyun's slightly pale expression, inexplicably felt that today's Sang Yan was extraordinarily thoughtful, "Yes."
After she finished speaking, she said to Mu Chengyun, "Then you have a good rest in the back, and don't drink so much alcohol in the future."
Mu Chengyun: "..."
Getting in the car, Sang Yan asked casually, "Where does he live?"
Wen Yifan wasn't too sure about the specifics, so he just picked what he knew to answer: "He is a senior at NTU, and he seems to be still living in the school now."
Sang Yan: "Which campus?"
"..." Wen Yifan recalled the place where he went to interview last time, and said unsurely, "It should be the main campus."
"Yes." Mu Chengyun added vaguely at the back.
After that, no one spoke in the car, and the silence was a little weird.
Wen Yifan didn't notice that there was anything wrong with the atmosphere, he only had the feeling that he was getting drunk after drinking. At this time, my stomach was tumbling, and something was rushing up in my throat, which was uncomfortable.
In addition, the car was closed, and the alcohol was spreading.
It didn't smell very good, and it made her feel like vomiting even more.
Wen Yifan couldn't help but said, "Can I open a car window?"
Sang Yan took time to look at her and said nothing. He freed his hand, moved to the left, and pressed the button that controlled the window next to him.
The next moment, the window on Wen Yifan's side came down.
The cool wind from outside blew in, with an unknown floral scent.
Wen Yifan instantly felt a lot more comfortable and thanked him. She leaned against the car window, regretting drinking that glass of wine on an empty stomach, thinking that it would be better to cook soup after a while when she got home.
With the wind blowing, Wen Yifan's thoughts drifted.
Recalling that at the party just now, Mu Chengyun said that Sang Yan poured a dozen bottles of wine without changing his face during the dinner. She didn't know the reason, but she also recalled how Sang Yan "drinked" in front of her for the first time in high school.
I remember that that day seemed to be Su Hao'an's birthday.
To this end, Su Haoan invited many people in the class, including Wen Yifan.
In fact, Wen Yifan's participation in such group activities and gatherings is 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 is set at a KTV in Shang'an.
Su Haoan told her the private room number in advance, Wen Yifan asked the waiter, and went inside. As soon as she pushed the door, she saw Sang Yan sitting beside the private room. He was wearing a black T-shirt, leaning back in his chair, listening to a drink in his hand.
Seeing her, Sang Yan turned her head sideways, and the corners of her lips curved into a shallow arc.
Before there was any movement, Wen Yifan was pulled over by the girl on the other side.
The two didn't have much interaction all night.
Wen Yifan didn't plan to stay for too long. When it was almost nine o'clock, she got up to say goodbye to Su Haoan, and said happy birthday by the way. She didn't disturb the interest of the other classmates, she went out silently and walked through the small door behind the KTV.
Going down the stairs, there is a small square below. There is a row of shops and a McDonald's next to it.
Wen Yifan touched his pocket and was considering whether to buy a wheat whirlwind when he saw that the shadow in front of him was suddenly covered by a taller shadow. She raised her head subconsciously, and instantly bumped into Sang Yan's brows.
She paused: "Are you going back too?"
Sang Yan said in a lazy tone: "Well."
The two lived in different directions, Wen Yifan just nodded: "See you on Monday, pay attention to safety on the road."
After speaking, Wen Yifan raised his foot and walked towards McDonald's. But before taking a few steps, Sang Yan next to her swayed a little, and suddenly grabbed her arm, as if trying to stabilize herself.
Wen Yifan turned his head: "What's wrong?"
Before Sang Yan's hand was loosened, he slowly spit out a word: "Dizzy."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan looked at his face. No difference from usual. His eyes were dark but bright, like the light of a street lamp. She didn't realize what was wrong with him and asked, "what's the matter with you?"
"Stand up." Sang Yan looked at Wen Yifan and said more heavily, "I have to be supported."
"… "
Wen Yifan walked back to him hesitantly, and happened to smell the faint smell of alcohol on his body: "Did you drink?"
Sanyan hummed again.
Wen Yifan thought it was not good: "What kind of wine do you drink as a high school student?"
"I got it wrong, it's all the same red can." Sang Yan said, "I thought it was Coke."
"Oh." Wen Yifan didn't know what to do, he thought about it, "Then I'll call Su Haoan and ask him to pick you up? Or you can call your parents—"
Sang Yan interrupted her: "I don't like to trouble people."
I don't like bothering people.
Should that also include her
"Then you," Wen Yifan thought for a while, then pointed to the steps next to him, "sit down first?"
"… "
She finished her words warmly: "I'll go back first?"
I don't know if it's angry or funny, Sang Yan stared straight at her. Seemingly aggrieved, he waved to her after a while.
"Okay, let's go."
Having said this, Wen Yifan went to McDonald's again. Soon, she turned her head and saw that Sang Yanzhen was sitting down on that step. He was sitting loosely, with black hair falling in front of his forehead. At this time, he lowered his head and couldn't see his eyes clearly.
Looked like a poor homeless man.
Wen Yifan retracted his eyes and continued to walk forward.
After a while, she stopped again, sighed, and walked back to him.
"Sang Yan."
Sang Yan didn't lift her eyes, she made a nonchalant voice as a response.
Having never encountered such a situation, Wen Yifan was also somewhat at a loss. She couldn't even take care of herself, let alone others. She could only say, "Can you go? I'll take you to the bus station?"
In the next instant, Sang Yan raised her head, paused for a few seconds, and reached out to her.
"Can't stand up."
Wen Yifan licked his lips, grabbed his wrist, and tried to pull him up.
Didn't move half a minute.
She added some more strength.
Still motionless.
Wen Yifan was a little depressed, and half squatted down: "I'll go up and ask Su Hao to settle down."
Sang Yan looked at her calmly, noncommittal: "You can't be a little harder."
"I can't drag you, you're too heavy." Wen Yifan pulled him hard again, "Look—"
Before he could finish speaking, this time Sang Yan stood up very easily.
Wen Yifan was stunned.
Sang Yan stood on the spot and continued to order: "Go, go to the station."
"… "
Wen Yifan thought it was a little weird, but he couldn't tell the specifics, so he could only say dryly, "How can I help?"
Sang Yan thought for a while: "Give me a shoulder."
Wen Yifan was a little reluctant to think that he had been dragged for a long time before he was pulled up. Lest he would put all his weight on himself and crush her whole body: "Can't I just hold your arm?"
Sang Yan smiled: "Then can you support on both sides?"
Wen Yifan didn't understand: "Why are you supporting on both sides?"
She made up the gesture, feeling no different from hugging.
"On one side," Sang Yan pursed her lips, "I can't stand on the other side."
"… "
Wen Yifan thought about it for a while before he took it hard. Thinking that the distance wasn't too far, he just gritted his teeth and passed, and it didn't seem very good to let such a drunk person stay here.
She leaned over: "Then you take it."
When he said that, Sang Yan took it for granted, and was extremely brazen. But when it came to actual combat, he dawdled and couldn't lift his arms for a long time.
In the end, Wen Yifan waited helplessly, and directly raised his right arm and put it 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 such thing as imagined, a weight like a boulder pressed down on him.
She unconsciously glanced at his face.
Take a short walk.
Wen Yifan suddenly felt that Sang Yan's body trembled slightly, as if he couldn't help it, he let out a low laugh. She raised her head, her eyes fixed on the pear vortex on his lips, and she continued to look up to meet his eyebrows.
He smiled to himself, and with a shallow breath, it seemed to spray onto her neck.
He looked like he was drunk, Wen Yifan said blankly, "What are you laughing at?"
Sang Yan was still laughing: "It's nothing."
"..." She looked strangely and continued to support him forward.
When she was about to arrive at the station, Sang Yan suddenly called her: "Wen Shuangjiang."
Wen Yifan: "Huh?"
"Tell you something."
"what."
"I just remembered it wrong." Sang Yan pulled the corner of his lower lip and dragged his tail, returning to his usual beating look, "I'm drinking Coke tonight."
…
Before I knew it, the car had already arrived at the South Gate.
It may be that after resting in the car for a while, Mu Chengyun looked a lot more awake. He got out of the car, smiled, and said goodbye to them without saying anything for Sang Yan to take him in.
Wen Yifan waved to him, then glanced at the gate of Nanwu University.
Turning his head to the side, it happened to meet Sang Yan's gaze.
She immediately looked away.
Another silent road.
During the period, Sang Yan only asked: "This is your colleague?"
"The new intern," Wen Yifan said, "it seems to be the apprentice you know?"
Sang Yan said lightly, "Yes."
The car drove to the underground parking lot of the community.
After Wen Yifan's feet landed on the ground, she really felt that the drink she was drinking had a bit of stamina. At this time, there is a sense of vainness, and it feels that the world is shaking.
Sang Yan got off the car a few seconds later than her and was locking the car with the car key. 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 turning red just now, and subconsciously raised his hand and pressed the hat of his sweater: "Nothing..."
"… "
Sang Yan felt that her behavior was strange, but she didn't notice anything wrong from her expression. After staring at her for a few seconds, he withdrew his eyes and walked in the direction of the elevator.
Wen Yifan followed behind him, walking slowly.
He entered the elevator for a while before she followed and walked to the inner position, leaning against the inner wall of the elevator.
After reaching the sixteenth floor.
Seeing that the elevator door opened, Wen Yifan prepared to go out. But after standing for a long time, the soles of my feet are inexplicably weak and a little weak.
At the same time, Sang Yan turned her head, as if she wanted to say something to her. Before his voice could be heard, Wen Yifan leaned forward, feeling that he was out of control, and reflexively held his arm, the other hand grabbed his tie.
His face also slammed into his chest.
In an instant, all the senses were occupied by the overwhelming sandalwood fragrance on his body.
Sang Yan's body leaned down.
She raised her head subconsciously, knocked the tip of her nose to his chin, and took a step back.
The elevator door also closed at this moment.
The screen seemed to freeze.
The person who reacted first was Sang Yan.
Sang Yan stood up straight, stretched out her hand and pulled the tie that was twisted by her, and calmly pressed the door button. Then, he tilted his head and looked at her meaningfully: "What's the reason this time?"
Wen Yifan explained: "Sorry, I'm a little unsteady."
"When I just asked you," Sang Yan said thoughtfully, "Isn't it still standing still?"
"… "
Silence for three seconds.
In the quiet elevator, Sang Yan suddenly called her: "Wen Yifan."
Wen Yifan raised his head slowly: "Huh?"
Sang Yan looked her up and down and raised her eyebrows: "You want to chase me?"
"..." Wen Yifan's mind was chaotic, and he didn't regain his senses for a while, "What?"
"If that's what you mean, be straightforward. Maybe—" Sang Yan bent down slightly and met her gaze. He dragged the end, paused for two seconds, and added slowly, "I can think about it."