Wen Yifan subconsciously snorted, and then glanced in the direction of the drink, only to realize that something was wrong. But she has always been like this when going out to dinner with others, always listening to others' arrangements.
I don't really mind being the one chosen last.
Usually, the person who takes the order will politely ask her for her opinion.
Wen Yifan has never encountered a situation like Zheng Kejia directly showing that she is someone who can be treated casually.
Wen Yifan didn't care much about such trivial matters, and he didn't even think there was anything wrong with it just now. But it is very strange, at this moment there is a very strange feeling inexplicably.
She licked the corner of her lower lip, and looked down at the menu with a disguised look.
There are not many dishes in this restaurant, the menu is a folded page, covered by plastic film. The drinks are in the lower right corner of the back, and there are not many varieties. In addition to the drinks on the market, there are also several drinks unique to this store.
Wen Yifan looked at it for a while, but was not interested: "You can choose, I'll just drink water."
Sang Yan had already heated the dishes and pushed them in front of her.
"Don't add anything else?"
Wen Yifan nodded, stared at the tableware in front of him, and handed the menu back to him.
Sang Yan poured water into the glass and glanced roughly at the menu and the dishes he had already ordered. In the end he didn't add anything, just put the menu back in the center of the table.
After a brief silence, the table became lively again.
The rest of the people were chatting with each other, and they said a few words to Sang Yan from time to time.
Mostly gossip, and occasionally say something about work. The people they were talking about didn't know Wen Yifan, and didn't know much about this field. She didn't listen much, and drank water slowly.
Wen Yifan suddenly realized something.
So Sang Yan pushed the company's dinner party and came to have this meal with her
Thinking of this, Wen Yifan looked in the direction of Sang Yan, but met Zheng Kejia again. Her expression seemed a little disturbed, with a little embarrassment, as if someone had said something to her.
Wen Yifan averted his eyes and faced Sang Yan's profile.
Noticing her gaze, Sang Yan quickly looked over: "What?"
"Nothing." Wen Yifan lowered his head and continued to drink water.
Sang Yan still stared at her, and smiled suddenly: "Hey, don't try to fool around."
Wen Yifan: "Huh?"
Sang Yan's eyes were dark and light, with a natural meaning, as if the dinner had nothing to do with him. He pulled his lower lip lightly, and said cynically, "This meal doesn't count."
…
When dinner was almost over, Wen Yifan got up and went to the toilet.
Wen Yifan came out of the compartment and turned on the faucet to wash his hands. Looking at herself in the mirror, she lowered her eyes, took out the air cushion and lipstick from her bag, and was about to put on makeup when she caught a glimpse of Zheng Kejia entering the toilet.
Zheng Kejia stopped for a while, then walked over and stood next to her.
Wen Yifan's movements did not stop, and he started to touch up his makeup in front of the mirror.
Zheng Kejia seemed to be just here to wash her hands. She squeezed the hand sanitizer and said, "I didn't expect to meet you here today. You know our manager?"
Wen Yifan gave a perfunctory hum.
"My colleague told me just now that I didn't give the manager face, and I treated the people he brought with me just like that." Zheng Kejia frowned a little and complained in a low voice, "I don't mean that, then you just don't pick it up. ?"
Wen Yifan rubbed the lipstick marks from the corners of his lips with his fingertips.
Zheng Kejia: "I just wanted not to waste it, I ordered everything."
Wen Yifan said casually, "Then why don't you drink it yourself?"
Zheng Kejia choked: "I don't like it, didn't you all before..." Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Kejia kept silent and changed his voice: "Can you explain a few words to the manager for me? I'm afraid I will offend him. The internship period is over.”
Wen Yifan smiled: "You think too much."
"Then I'm not afraid? Just tell me." Zheng Kejia also took out her lipstick, her voice soft and envious, "By the way, is the manager chasing you?"
"..." Wen Yifan wondered how this matter could be seen upside down, "No."
"That means you haven't started chasing him yet? Are you still in an ambiguous period? Anyway, he must be interested in you. I originally planned to chase him, tall, handsome, cool and rich, or my boss..." Speaking of which, Zheng Kejia left He pouted, "But looking at the two of you, I think it's okay. I don't want to be able to catch up after posting it backwards. My conditions are not bad."
Wen Yifan stopped for a moment: "Is he interested in me?"
"Is that even a question? Are you trying to make me unhappy?" Zheng Kejia was speechless, "He treats you too differently from others. Although I don't want to admit it, but with your face, I really don't have it. What a chance."
Wen Yifan was silent, as if thinking about something.
"Forget it, it's nothing special." Zheng Kejia stroked her hair and went down the steps very delicately, "I'm not interested in this kind of stinky face. I have to be coaxed when we're together, so I must be pampered. that."
Wen Yifan just finished his makeup, and walked out: "Well, I'll go back first."
Zheng Kejia followed: "Let's go together."
Wen Yifan was still thinking about what Zheng Kejia just said.
As he was walking, Zheng Kejia remembered something: "Hey, let's add a WeChat. I've always wanted to contact you before, and you've been ignoring you when you add your WeChat."
Wen Yifan said nothing.
"How long has it been since you contacted your mother? Because you ignored her, she has been in a bad mood during this time." Zheng Kejia said, "The two of you have such a relationship, the main responsibility lies with me, and you don't have to blame her."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan felt amused: "Then why should I add you on WeChat?"
Zheng Kejia frowned: "Didn't I just want to talk to you?"
Wen Yifan said warmly, "There's nothing to say."
"Is it necessary for you to do this?" Feeling that she has always been good-natured, but she can't get a good face, Zheng Kejia is also a little unhappy, "It's not so serious, right? Your own daughter is not my stepdaughter, right? She's fine."
"That's true." Wen Yifan smiled and made a pun, "You are more like a daughter than I am."
Zheng Kejia quickly realized what she meant. In an instant, all her arrogance disappeared, her lips moved, but she couldn't say a word.
In all fairness, Wen Yifan actually doesn't have much feeling for Zheng Kejia.
It's impossible to like it, but it can't be said to hate it either.
After all, she always felt that although Zheng Kejia was the fuse, the main reason was Zhao Yuandong's repeated inaction.
The two came from the same reorganized family, but their personalities were completely different.
Destiny seems to start from here, and there is a fork in the road, leading them to different life trajectories.
Wen Yifan fell into the mud from heaven, was rejected by his new family, and lived a life of seclusion and prudence. Since then, she no longer has the qualifications to be arrogant, she will not fight for anything, and she will not dare to do anything wrong.
And the girl in front of her was loved by her father without any bottom line, and her stepmother loved her like her own mother. She had never experienced any hardships, and even her troubles were sweet.
At this age, she is still a little princess who can't read other people's eyes at all and has no emotional intelligence.
Almost back in place.
Wen Yifan lowered his voice and finally said, "So she's not missing anything, right?"
"… "
"Don't you still have a daughter?"
As soon as she sat back in her seat, Sang Yan turned her head and looked her up and down: "Okay?"
Wen Yifan nodded.
Hearing this, Sang Yan stood up: "Let's go then." Then he looked at the others and said casually: "You guys continue to eat, we have something else to do, let's go first."
"Wait!" Tinfoil immediately stood up and took out his mobile phone, "We haven't taken pictures yet! Come on, just take a few pictures, or you won't have any material for posting on the Moments later."
"… "
Sang Yan was a little impatient, but sat back anyway.
Wen Yifan leaned into his ear and asked in a low voice, "Then should I avoid it?"
"Avoid what? Sit down." Sang Yan glanced at her, "Do you know what your role is?"
"Um?"
His tone was not serious, his tone dragged a little: "Set off me."
"… "
Wen Yifan didn't bother with him, he sat up straight and stared at the direction of the camera. The expression on her face was light, showing the smile she used to take when taking pictures. After tens of seconds, Tinfoil also put down the phone.
"OK OK."
At the same time as the voice fell, Sang Yan also got up.
Wen Yifan politely said goodbye to the others and followed behind Sang Yan. She glanced at the time and asked, "Are we going home now?"
The two left the store.
Sang Yan glanced at the small business district next door: "Watch a movie."
She didn't seek her opinion at all, as if she was certain that she would not refuse, she made a decision directly. Wen Yifan was silent for a while, and then answered naturally, "What movie to watch?"
Sang Yan gave her the phone: "You pick."
Wen Yifan looked through the recently released movies, but there are quite a few, and the ratings are quite high. She looked at the introduction, torn between a disaster movie and a horror movie.
At this time, Sang Yan suddenly asked, "You don't have a good relationship with your stepsister?"
Wen Yifan continued to struggle, and by the way honestly replied: "Yes."
Sang Yan has never seen who this "no temper" can have a bad relationship with: "Why?"
"Because it's a reorganization of the family." Wen Yifan answered in a succinct manner, almost perfunctory. After speaking, she immediately changed the subject and handed him the phone, "This disaster movie, and this horror movie, which one do you want to watch?"
Sang Yan stared at her for a few seconds, but didn't answer.
Wen Yifan still did not continue the topic just now, and asked again: "Which one do you want to see?"
Then, she raised her head to meet his gaze, and quickly lowered her eyes.
Sang Yan was silent again for a moment, and glanced at random: "Disaster movie."
Wen Yifan: "Okay, then I'll pick a seat. Do you want to sit in the back row?"
"Um."
The topic seemed to be diverted just like that.
Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief, and stopped thinking about the little things at home. She was about to click on the ticket purchase interface for the disaster movie, when she suddenly remembered how Sang Yan chose this without hesitation.
Later, Wen Yifan remembered his fear of ghosts.
She hesitated for a moment, hesitated, then backed out and switched to a horror movie.
I don't know if I'm obsessed with my mind or my desires, the next operation Wen Yifan is very smooth. When she arrived at the payment interface, she handed him the phone without changing her face: "Okay."
Without any doubt, Sang Yan lost the payment password without even looking at it.
Wen Yifan picked the most recent one, and it was only half an hour before the opening. The two went directly to the floor where the cinema was located, and after picking up the tickets, they waited outside to enter the venue.
Taking advantage of this gap, Sang Yan glanced at the movie ticket. Noticing the name of the movie, he paused, then took out the ticket purchase records on his mobile phone for comparison, raising his eyebrows slightly: "The horror movie you bought?"
"..." Hearing this, Wen Yifan pretended to look at his phone, and it took a few seconds to react, "I seem to have made a mistake."
Sang Yan looked at her sideways, with a scrutiny in her eyes.
Wen Yifan looked back with no guilt on his face.
After a while, Sang Yan said "Oh" meaningfully.
It felt a bit like being caught, which made Wen Yifan's originally calm mood instantly turbulent. After dealing with it, gradually, she also regretted her behavior a little bit. After all, thinking about it carefully, this is what Sang Yan is afraid of.
It doesn't seem very good.
Thinking of this, Wen Yifan suggested, "Would you like to buy it again? I'll transfer the money to you."
Sang Yan: "No need."
It just so happened that the ticket check started at this moment.
Wen Yifan's inner guilt became more and more obvious, and his heart seemed to be pressed by a heavy stone. After taking her seat, she hesitated again and again, but still called him, "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan: "Say."
"If you are afraid for a while," although the result is the same, the purpose of Wen Yifan's proposal now is definitely not as impure as the original purpose, "I can protect you."
Sang Yan's expression was a little stunned: "What is it?"
Wen Yifan licked his lips and did not continue.
After several seconds, thinking of the cause and effect, Sang Yan seemed to finally understand something. He laughed out loud, his shoulders and chest trembled slightly, as if he felt extremely amused, and there was a shallow breath when he laughed.
Under this dim light, Wen Yifan could faintly see the pear vortex on his lips.
She was inexplicably embarrassed: "Didn't I buy the wrong one..."
"Okay." Sang Yan reluctantly stopped smiling and said calmly, "I underestimated you."
At the same time, the video starts playing.
Wen Yifan pretended not to hear, and looked up at the screen.
The entire movie lasts an hour and a half.
Occasionally, when Wen Yifan saw a critical moment, Sang Yan, who was next door, would suddenly approach her ear and say, "It's scary."
"… "
Otherwise, it is: "What? Don't come to occupy-"
Speaking of this, he deliberately stopped, and changed his words intentionally: "Protect me?"
After a movie, Wen Yifan felt that he had watched everything, but he seemed to have watched nothing. In short, I don't have a single memory, and Sang Yan's provocative and flirtatious words echoed over and over in his mind.
She couldn't even tell if Sang Yeon was scared or not.
On the way home, Wen Yifan remembered Zheng Kejia's words again.
Although Wen Yifan also felt that Sang Yan seemed a little different to her. But also worried that this is just her own sentimental thoughts. But from a bystander's point of view, it appears to be the same.
I also feel that Sang Yan has a good impression of her.
Then it means that the feeling during this period should not be regarded as her illusion.
Following the reflection in the window, Wen Yifan saw the corners of his lips curled up.
She blinked her eyes, but didn't hold back at all.
After getting home.
Wen Yifan remembered the group photo he had just taken in the grilled fish shop. Before entering the room, she took the initiative to ask, "Can you send me the photo you took today?"
Sang Yan is sitting on the sofa looking at her phone.
Hearing this, he turned off the screen and said leisurely, "I didn't."
Wen Yifan nodded, but did not force it.
…
The next day, Wen Yifan went to work in the company.
Just after turning on the computer, Su Tian also arrived at the company, and habitually asked her about the progress.
Bringing this topic up to Su Tian again, Wen Yifan felt a little more confident. But she didn't know what to do next, so she simply asked this senior in love for her opinion.
Su Tian touched his chin: "I feel like I can almost confess."
Wen Yifan: "...So fast?"
"Isn't it unhappy," Su Tian said, "It's just a relationship, and it doesn't mean that you're going to get married right away. If you're still worried that it's just an illusion, you can wait for the other party to take the initiative?"
Thinking of his evasive attitude when Sang Yan asked a question yesterday, Wen Yifan just shook his head.
Su Tian felt that her attitude was a bit strange: "Why do I feel that you seem to be extremely nervous about this king of ducks? Why do you always look ahead and look back at everything you do?"
Wen Yifan smiled: "Do I have it?"
"Yes." Su Tian enlightened her, "You really don't need to think too much, just fall in love! It's really not a big deal!"
Wen Yifan hummed and continued typing on the keyboard.
"I know."
Between the two, it seemed that only the unbroken film was pierced.
Wen Yifan didn't know what he was panicking about.
Maybe, I don't know if he still minds the past, and I don't know how to tell him about the past that he doesn't want to mention;
Or maybe, she didn't know that after the piercing, the result was closeness, or permanent estrangement.
So even if she longed to take a step closer, she would rather retreat temporarily.
I just hope that the time spent with him will be longer because of this.
Two weeks later, Wen Yifan suddenly received a notice that he was going to Beiyu City on a business trip. The sudden collapse of the tunnel caused heavy losses. As soon as the incident came out, it also caused heated discussions on the Internet, causing a lot of uproar.
Wen Yifan immediately went home and packed his luggage.
Because it was a day off, Sang Yan happened to be at home too.
Seeing her anxious appearance, Sang Yan immediately guessed the reason. Before she went out, Sang Yan took the initiative to ask, "Go to Beiyu? When will you be back?"
Because there is still a follow-up investigation, Wen Yifan is not quite sure: "Should two or three weeks?"
"Oh."
He didn't know if he could come back before his birthday, Wen Yifan wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to promise. She picked up her luggage, walked to the entrance, and was about to go downstairs to meet Qian Weihua when Sang Yan suddenly said, "Hello."
Wen Yifan turned back.
"Come back early," Sang Yan said seriously and casually, "I have something to tell you."
"..." Wen Yifan stopped and looked back at him, "Can't you say it now?"
"Now." Sang Yan played with her phone, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "I'm afraid you don't have the heart to work hard."
…
Wen Yifan got into Qian Weihua's car with Mu Chengyun in the back seat. She said hello to the two of them, then put on her seat belt, thinking absentmindedly about Sang Yan's words.
Thinking that he said that, she couldn't concentrate even more.
Wen Yifan flipped through the phone and quickly put it down.
It takes about three hours to drive from Nanwu to Beiyu. It was getting dark now, afraid that Qian Weihua would be tired, Wen Yifan planned to take turns with him, and planned to rest for a while.
Not long after closing my eyes, my phone vibrated.
Wen Yifan picked it up, and the new friend in the address book lit up again with a red dot. She opened it and saw that it was Zheng Kejia again. Just as she was about to quit directly, she suddenly saw her remarks.
[Send you a photo, dinner party.]
Wen Yifan thought for a while and then agreed.
The other end immediately sent a string of ellipsis: [… ]
Zheng Kejia: [I added you hundreds of times, but you didn't respond at all, and you passed the photo in seconds.]
Zheng Kejia: [You are too realistic.]
Half a minute passed.
Zheng Kejia sent five photos.
The backgrounds are all the same, and it seems that five pictures were taken in a row with tin foil.
Wen Yifan clicked to take a look.
In the photo, her hair is casually draped behind her shoulders, her palm-sized oval face, and her complexion is as white as paper. When laughing, the corners of his eyes will be slightly bent, and the gorgeous eyebrows will become softer.
Sang Yan, who was sitting next to her, didn't look at the camera. He was quietly staring at her sideways, the corners of his lips slightly hooked.
Wen Yifan's breathing paused a little.
She slid back and looked at the remaining four photos.
Five photos.
It lasted about half a minute.
Sang Yan in the photo never looked at the camera.
- looking at her.