As soon as the embarrassment passed, Wen Yifan's mood adjusted quickly. She didn't feel that there was anything that couldn't be mentioned in these words, and she calmed down a lot. She nodded lightly and said in agreement, "I heard it."
Sang Yan looked at her sideways.
"I said it."
"… "
The hotel is on a side street with not many stores around. But there is a breakfast shop just opposite, and there are already a lot of people in the shop at this time, most of whom live in the surrounding neighborhoods.
The four of them ordered a random breakfast and left after eating.
The car was parked near the hotel, about 50 meters away.
Qian Weihua is getting older, and his body really can't bear the running and staying up late during this time. I have been suffering from back pain for the past few days, and I have been extremely lack of rest.
Mu Chengyun hasn't got his driver's license yet. So they had already agreed last night that Wen Yifan would drive the car today.
The drive is three hours in total, which is not too far. Along the way, the other two were mostly resting, and only Sang Yan, who was in the co-pilot, would occasionally say a few words to her.
After arriving in Nanwu, Wen Yifan first sent Sang Yan to the gate of the community, and then drove the car back to the stage.
After driving the car to the parking lot, Wen Yifan got out of the car. The three took the equipment out of the car and walked towards the building. Qian Weihua walked in front alone, not knowing who he was calling at this time.
As if holding back all the way, not long after, Mu Chengyun suddenly called her.
"Miss Yifan."
Wen Yifan turned his head sideways: "What's wrong?"
Mu Chengyun was silent for a few seconds, his tone seemed sure but he didn't really want to believe it.
"Are you with Senior Sang?"
Because of letting Sang Yan rub the car, Wen Yifan was too embarrassed to speak out about their relationship. I'm afraid it will give people a feeling that she doesn't differentiate between public and private, and it's more like coming here to fall in love than work.
But thinking about it carefully, aside from taking Sang Yan with him on the way back, Wen Yifan didn't seem to have delayed anything on this business trip.
Feeling that there was no reason to hide it any longer, Wen Yifan nodded, "Yes."
Mu Chengyun was quiet for a while, and soon said with a smile, "That's it."
Based on Su Tian's words and Mu Chengyun's behavior, Wen Yifan could see his thoughts. But the two usually didn't have much contact, and he didn't mention it outright, so she didn't take it too seriously.
Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief.
I think it's good for each other to say this at this time.
come back to the office.
Wen Yifan said hello to the others, and then began to read the materials and write frantically. She just wants to finish the finishing work as soon as possible, end the overtime that lasted for half a month, and go home to rest.
Before leaving get off work, Wen Yifan received a WeChat message from Sang Yan, asking her when she got off work. She glanced at the time and returned an approximate time: [Around seven o'clock.]
Wen Yifan: [What's wrong?]
next moment.
Sang Yan sent a voice over in a slow voice.
"Just tell you something."
Three seconds later, another one.
"Your partner is coming to pick you up."
After finishing the rest of the work, Wen Yifan packed up his things and left the company. At a glance, she saw Sang Yan's car parked nearby, walked over there quickly, and got directly into the passenger seat.
Sang Yan changed her clothes, and it seemed that she was going home in the afternoon to rest for a while, and she felt much better at this time.
Not knowing why he came here, Wen Yifan asked, "Where are we going now?"
"Go home." Sang Yan looked at her sideways for a while.
Wen Yifan looked back at him: "What's wrong?"
Another moment of silence.
Sang Yan didn't speak, suddenly loosened her seat belt, and came over to help her fasten it. His face drew closer in an instant, and the distance was close at hand. After finishing the tie, he didn't go back immediately, and finished speaking at this distance.
"Don't you still owe me a present?"
This distance can even feel each other's breath.
Wen Yifan held his breath subconsciously: "Didn't you say you already received it?"
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows.
Wen Yifan blinked: "Then I'll keep this gift for you next year."
"I just wanted to take care of your face and say something nice." Sang Yan's brows were frivolous, and her tone was elongated and slow, "But who is the one who received the gift, don't you know?"
"I think," Wen Yifan thought for a while, and wanted to laugh a little, "Let's be half and half."
"… "
"Just, after the kiss," Wen Yifan said, feeling a little embarrassed. But she still described yesterday's situation very seriously, "You seem to be very happy too."
Sang Yan glanced at her, but did not continue to refute. His gaze slid down and settled on her lips. Then, he sat up straight back, started the car: "Okay."
"Um?"
Sang Yan is very calm: "I admit it."
…
It's a bit late to go home and make dinner at this point.
When passing by a restaurant near the house, Sang Yan parked the car, went in to buy a dinner, and then the two returned home.
She hasn't been home for half a month, and the house seems to be no different from before she left. The things are still in their original places, and they are all neat and tidy. Wen Yifan just wanted to go to bed after eating, but just as he sat down to eat, Sang Yan dragged her up.
Wen Yifan looked at him blankly.
Sang Yan reminded: "Did you forget something?"
"… "
Wen Yifan immediately remembered, got up and walked to the room: "Wait for me for a while."
Entering the room, Wen Yifan opened the closet and took off the bag she had put on top. She glanced in, and was a little worried in hindsight, and she didn't know if he would like it.
Wen Yifan walked back to the dining table and handed him the bag.
Sang Yan took it and glanced in casually: "Clothes?"
Wen Yifan nodded: "coat."
Sang Yan lowered her eyes and took it out to see.
It is a long coat in pure camel.
Maybe she has never worn clothes of this color, Sang Yan stared at it for a while and asked, "How can I buy this color?"
Wen Yifan observed his expression: "I think it suits you very well."
Soon, she added: "And I haven't seen you wearing this color."
Although he seems to prefer wearing black.
But Wen Yifan still wanted to see occasionally, he was wearing other colors.
Wen Yifan didn't know if he could buy this gift, so he felt a little uneasy: "If you don't like it, why don't I give you another gift?"
Sang Yan smiled: "When did I say I didn't like it?"
"… "
"I received a lot of gifts this year, in terms of satisfaction." Sang Yan deliberately paused for a while before making a serious comment, "This one should be ranked second."
Wen Yifan snorted and asked, "What is the first?"
"First?" Sang Yan didn't say it directly, "I received it yesterday."
"… "
yesterday
Yesterday was Sang Yan's birthday, and I should have received a lot of things.
She delivered a cake.
They also established a relationship yesterday.
Also, according to what Sang Yan said, the kiss on the lips should also count.
Wen Yifan was not sure if it had anything to do with her, but he wanted to know the answer, so he had to ask again: "What is it?"
Sang Yan asked her to guess: "What do you think?"
Wen Yifan didn't know what other gifts he received, thinking that other people's gifts are also precious, and it is not good to rashly claim this number one. She reached out and took off the packaging bag in front of her: "Then let me guess first."
But her guess was less than half a minute.
Suddenly, Wen Yifan's head hit hard. She looked up subconsciously, and saw Sang Yan put her hand on her head and rubbed her head hard.
Not as gentle as normal people.
Soon, Sang Yan's movements stopped, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.
"Thanks."
His hand was still on Wen Yifan's head.
Wen Yifan didn't move, collided with his dark eyes, a little bit confused: "Thank you for what?"
Sang Yan smiled: "Gift."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan's gaze moved down and fixed on the coat in his hand.
"Also, stop guessing." Sang Yan withdrew her hand and said lightly, "The first is you."
…
After dinner, Wen Yifan returned to his room.
After finishing a series of pre-sleep procedures, Wen Yifan lay back on the bed, recalling the last words Sang Yan had just said, when there was a sudden knock on the door. She froze and sat up.
Not knowing what Sang Yan was going to do at this point, she got up immediately and opened the door.
Sang Yan stood outside the door, watching as she had just finished taking a shower. She was wearing casual clothes, her hair was half-wet, and fell softly beside her ears, a little fluffy. Seeing her opening the door, he turned his head and seemed to be looking behind her ear.
The next moment, Sang Yan frowned and grabbed her wrist directly and took it into her arms.
Following this force, Wen Yifan leaned forward and bumped his forehead against his chest.
She was defenseless and said blankly, "What's wrong?"
Sang Yan pressed her other hand to the back of her neck, and made no extra movement. Then, he tilted his head slightly, looked down at the position behind her ear, and paused for a while. As if watching something.
Wen Yifan instantly understood.
This distance is close, and the sandalwood fragrance on his body is extremely strong just after taking a shower. Wen Yifan felt that his eyes seemed to take shape, and the place he touched was a little hot.
Wen Yifan wanted to step back, but he was immobilized and unable to move.
Sang Yan said lightly: "Did you apply the medicine?"
"No." Wen Yifan licked his lips and explained, "It's already crusted, no need to apply it."
"I touched the water." Sang Yan let go, her tone a little unhappy, "You didn't even look at it."
"… "
Sang Yan walked out and dropped a sentence by the way: "Come out and apply medicine."
Wen Yifan subconsciously touched the back of his ear, only to realize that it was indeed a little tingling and swollen. She didn't pay much attention to this little injury, and kept up with Sang Yan's footsteps.
Pulling out the medicine from the TV cabinet, Sang Yan raised her chin on the sofa: "Sit there."
Wen Yifan didn't think it was a big deal: "This injury will heal naturally."
Sang Yan ignored her words, walked back and sat next to her, leaning over with a blank expression. He picked up the cotton ball, as if to help her wipe the water off the surface of the wound
The atmosphere was a little dignified.
This situation reminded Wen Yifan of the previous scene when she applied medicine to him.
I always felt that something had to be done to ease the atmosphere.
When Yu Guang saw that Sang Yan was about to touch her, Wen Yifan thought for a while, and suddenly ducked back.
All four look at each other.
Wen Yifan choked out a word: "It hurts."
"… "
Dignity seems to be shattered at this moment.
Sang Yan smiled and said, "How about you touch porcelain?"
Wen Yifan wanted to say that these moves were all learned from him, but he still decided to save him some face. She leaned back again and said casually, "I didn't care about it after the scab was over, I thought it was almost done."
Insinuates him not to frown anymore.
Sang Yan didn't respond to this: "You always get hurt in this job?"
"Ah?" Wen Yifan thought for a while, "No."
"… "
"Occasionally, I don't know when I got it this time," Wen Yifan said with a smile, "and I didn't notice it right away. My colleague told me about it. It wasn't very painful."
Sang Yan disinfected her with iodophor, looking like a demon king, but his movements were light.
"It doesn't hurt?"
Somehow, upon hearing this, Wen Yifan's voice stopped, and inexplicably swallowed the denial back into his mouth. She stared at Sang Yan's profile, and subconsciously answered truthfully, "It hurts a little."
Sang Yan's strength seemed to lighten up again: "Does it hurt now?"
Wen Yifan: "It's okay."
After processing, Sang Yan threw the cotton swab into the trash: "Don't touch the water in the shower tomorrow."
"it is good."
Sang Yan started to pack up and said casually, "Go to sleep."
Wen Yifan snorted, stood up and walked towards the room. But soon, she turned around again, looked at Sang Yan who was still sitting on the sofa, and said, "Will you help me apply medicine tomorrow?"
"… "
As if she never thought she would take the initiative to say this, Sang Yan stopped. He also looked at her for a while before taking back his gaze.
"Come and find me after taking a shower."