Because of Mu Chengyun's words, Wen Yifan subconsciously glanced around when he left the company. After all, she had seen this kind of trouble, and she was always a little uneasy, and roughly recalled the reports she had done during this time.
She didn't have any unpleasant impression with the client at all, and basically communicated peacefully.
I haven't done any revealing news recently.
At this time, there are still a lot of people in Shang'an, and there is a degenerate street nearby, and the streets are bustling and noisy at this time. The street lights are covered in large areas, and in this dark night, the world is still as bright as day.
Wen Yifan's worries were also dissipated.
She froze from the cold, tucked her chin into the scarf, and stopped the car directly.
The restaurant where Qian Fei's wedding booked is near Shang'an, and it takes ten minutes to drive there.
After getting into the car, Wen Yifan first sent Sang Yan a WeChat message. Thinking that she might meet a lot of his friends in a while, she thought about it, took out the lipstick from her bag, and lightly touched up her makeup.
Wen Yifan stared out the window, his thoughts drifted gradually, and he remembered the things about Sang Yan's graduation ceremony that Mu Chengyun recounted.
I never dared to recall it before, and I never mentioned it to Sang Yan again. But the closer her relationship with him is now, the more she feels that she has to worry about gains and losses, and is always worried that their current relationship will one day be affected by past events.
"They seem to have mentioned that day, which senior has been a spare tire for a few years or something."
- "Then Senior Sang spoke."
In an instant, time moved forward rapidly.
Back to that dull, dull, breathless summer vacation.
The boy stood in front of her, and the fine rain hit his eyelashes, condensed into pea-sized droplets, and then fell. His Adam's apple slid shallowly, and his voice was very soft: "Why did you report it?"
Wen Yifan didn't quite remember the mood at that time. I just remember that I couldn't think of a suitable reason, so I calmly replied, "I made an appointment with someone else."
Sang Yan looked at her: "What about me?"
"… "
After a long time, Sang Yan's eyes drooped down, and it seemed that there was no temperature in them. For the first time, he used his title to distance the two of them, and asked each word, "Wen Yifan, am I your spare tire?"
…
The memory was interrupted by a whistle.
The driver in front seemed to be very angry, and immediately braked and rolled the window down, shouting at the outside: "Stupid! Can you drive!"
Wen Yifan leaned forward and looked out. They saw a sports car as if it didn't have eyes, it was extremely arrogant and domineering, and it almost collided with them.
After scolding, the driver started the car again, suffocated.
Wen Yifan said with lingering fears, "Master, what's going on?"
"Scared you, girl?" Wen Yifan was good-looking and spoke softly and softly, the driver's anger was obviously relieved by her, "This is the case here in Shang'an, a bunch of second-generation ancestors are here after drinking. This is drunk driving and racing, and no one cares."
"… "
Wen Yifan knew this.
There have been several reports in the group about this.
But Wen Yifan's attention was attracted by the word "drunk driving". Her expression was a little stunned, and she instantly remembered the early morning of Valentine's Day. After arriving at the scene, I encountered the above incident with Che Xingde, who was drinking and driving.
I don't know if he will know that he is working in Nanwu TV station because of this.
Wen Yifan remembered the description given by Mu Chengyun again.
A middle-aged man in his forties.
"… "
She was also not sure about this guess, and the lip line gradually straightened.
After arriving at the location, Wen Yifan paid and got out of the car.
Before she could take out her phone, she noticed Sang Yan standing at the door of the restaurant. He stood lazily, tall and thin, and wore a formal suit that was not too cold-resistant. At this time, there was a cigarette in his fingertips, and he looked tired.
Wen Yifan walked up to him: "Why are you smoking here?"
Hearing the sound, Sang Yan looked down at her. There was a strong smell of alcohol on his body, and he didn't know how much he drank. But his brows and eyes are clear and clear, and he can't see the slightest drunkenness.
"Aren't you cold?" Wen Yifan touched his hand and said warmly, "Let's go in, your clothes don't look frost-resistant at all."
Sang Yan responded and put out the cigarette on the trash can next to it: "cold, cover it for me."
"Have you been drinking a lot?" Wen Yifan observed his appearance, took his hand, and stuffed it into the pocket of his jacket, "Didn't you say you weren't the best man? Why are you still drinking alcohol?"
Sang Yan stared at her face and said leisurely, "Everyone has to be irrigated."
"..." Wen Yifan blinked, pondering the logic, "Then do I have to be irrigated too?"
"Of course." Sang Yan dragged her inside, "but what?"
"Um?"
Sang Yan's lips curled slightly, her fingertips rubbed lightly on the back of her hand, and she seemed to be in a good mood.
"Your partner has already settled your case."
…
Wen Yifan was taken by Sang Yan to the table where he was sitting.
This table is basically Qian Fei's best friends, and they all know each other. Seeing Wen Yifan appearing led by Sang Yan, a group of clamorous old men suddenly silenced.
Noticing everyone's gaze, Wen Yifan felt a little uncomfortable.
It was Su Haoan who broke the silence first: "Damn it, Sang Yan, is your partner Wen Yifan?"
Sang Yan raised her eyelashes: "What?"
"Is this the girl you said, crazy wanting to date you?" Su Hao was convinced, and felt that he really couldn't believe his arrogance, "Can you say such things?"
Wen Yifan subconsciously looked at Sang Yan.
Su Haoan said to Wen Yifan again, "Wen Yifan, can you slap this dog in the face! I really can't stand his arrogant and disgusting face!"
"Ah?" Wen Yifan didn't think there was anything wrong with those words, and hesitantly replied, "But I do, but it's not a bubble..."
"… "
Wen Yifan felt that the word "bubble" didn't sound very sincere: "It's chasing."
The words fell.
The banquet fell silent again.
Sang Yan didn't say anything, just played with her hand silently, looking extremely relaxed. He tilted his head, stared at Wen Yifan's serious explanation, and suddenly lowered his chin and laughed a few times.
Su Haoan was a little speechless: "You're giving Sang Yan too much face."
There seemed to be no one present who believed Wen Yifan's words.
Wen Yifan didn't pay much attention to their reactions, he just looked around unconsciously. Catching a glimpse of the person sitting next to Sang-yeon, she quickly recognizes that she is also Sang-yeon's college roommate.
My name is Chen Junwen.
"So," Chen Junwen just opened his mouth, his tone was extremely gossip, "Su Haoan, the girl you said all over the world, the girl who couldn't catch up with Sang Yan in high school? Is that?"
Su Haoan was a standard bad friend and sighed: "Yes, so I'm so embarrassed to put this bragging girl behind him."
"… "
Wen Yifan was a little puzzled, so he leaned into Sang Yan's ear and asked, "Do you want to explain?"
Sang Yan glanced at her: "explain what?"
On the contrary, Wen Yifan was very concerned about his face: "You're really not bragging."
"… "
Chen Junwen continued: "So Sang Yan, your university is not a target because of this?"
"You're thinking too much about this," Su Haoan shouted, "Sang Yan just can't find a partner, okay? Who the hell can bear that shit! Do you think you can bear it! What a good temperament you have! Only people can live with him forever!"
Chen Junwen took a sip of wine: "To be honest, when Sang Yan asked me whether Duan Jiaxu was handsome or not, I really thought he liked Duan Jiaxu."
It's the gossip again.
Wen Yifan subconsciously listened to Chen Junwen's words.
"I took it, but what did you say after that, oh—" Chen Junwen imitated Sang Yan's tone and said slowly, "Then, who is the more handsome Duan Jiaxu and I?"
"… "
Wen Yifan immediately looked at Sang Yan.
He met his condescending, but meaningful gaze.
As if it was belatedly, he wanted to turn over an old account with her.
This time, Wen Yifan didn't intend to fish in troubled waters. She pursed her lips, thought for a while, and leaned into his ear to smooth his hair.
"I vote for you."
"No." Sang Yan was still holding it, as if he did not accept such a perfunctory solution, and his tone was also light, "I never force others to be difficult."
Wen Yifan wanted to laugh a little: "No, I am sincere."
Sang Yan snorted: "Really?"
"Otherwise," Wen Yifan paused and repeated Su Hao'an's words just now, "I wouldn't pursue you so madly."
"… "
The wedding reception is coming to an end.
Sang Yan was dragged by some old friends to another table to chat. Wen Yifan didn't know those people, and he didn't go there. He just stayed at the original table and waited for him to come back. She lowered her head and played with her mobile phone, and heard Chen Junwen chatting with the man next to her.
Chen Junwen sighed: "I never thought that Lao Qian was the first among us to get married. I remember the time when he was separated after graduation. He also cried about how long he was a spare tire when he was in college."
Another laughed: "It's been a fucking few years since I graduated."
Chen Junwen was amused: "Yeah, I remember that Sang Yan was drunk at that time. I don't know who he recognized as me, what did he say..."
Wen Yifan looked over subconsciously.
Before she could hear what Chen Junwen said next, Su Haoan stood up suddenly, drinking high, and toasted Wen Yifan: "Hey, Wen Yifan. To celebrate you and my good brother Sang Yan have become A couple, come, let's have a few drinks!"
Wen Yifan retracted his eyes and remembered what Sang Yan said "every object is being irrigated". She smiled, drinking in such a mood made her feel at ease, and took the wine and drank it obediently.
…
When Sang Yan came back from the other table, he saw that Wen Yifan had been poured several glasses of wine. There was a clear smell of alcohol on her body, but her face was as usual, except that her cheeks were a little redder than usual, and there was nothing wrong with her.
But the response was obviously slow for several beats, and the eyes seemed a little dull.
Sang Yan had seen Wen Yifan drunk, and at this time she could roughly see her condition.
He looked at Su Hao'an, and he was agitated: "Are you in trouble?"
"Good buddy," Su Haoan said with a smile, not too awake, "Yes, it's your father! Your father personally created a wonderful night for you! You're welcome!"
"… "
Wen Yifan was still sitting on the spot, drinking his wine calmly as usual.
Sang Yan didn't let her continue drinking, so she picked up the cup in her hand and put it aside. Seeing that it was getting late, he simply grabbed Wen Yifan and said in a deep voice, "Go home."
Wen Yifan raised his eyelids and stared at Sang Yan's face: "Okay."
Both were drunk and could not drive.
Although Wen Yifan still looked calm and calm, his steps were no longer straight. She was half helped out of the restaurant by Sang Yan, and then stood there watching Sang Yan waiting on the side of the road to stop the car.
Later, Wen Yifan seemed to be tired from standing, so he simply sat directly on the stone pillar beside the car.
This street is not out of the way, but I don't know why, I haven't seen a taxi for a long time.
Sang Yan walked back in front of her and squatted down halfway to look at her when he caught a glimpse of Wen Yifan's actions. He frowned, reached out and pinched her face: "You're quite capable."
Wen Yifan nodded and praised: "Thank you."
Sang Yan was very happy: "Who made you drink?"
"..." Wen Yifan stared straight at his face, and suddenly raised his hand to touch him, "Sang Yan."
"how?"
Not knowing what to think, Wen Yifan pursed his lower lip, feeling a little down. She sniffed and said softly, "Have you been having a bad time these past few years?"
Sang Yan's expression froze: "Who said something to you?"
Wen Yifan shook his head: "No."
Sang Yan smiled: "Then what are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking," Wen Yifan tilted his head, his expression was extremely confused, and he seemed to be extremely sad about it, "Why don't you go there, you will be the top card in the street."
"… "
Not expecting to hear such a word at all, the smile on Sang Yan's lips froze.
"Don't do that," Wen Yifan sighed and said seriously, "I will redeem you, okay?"
"… "