The person on the back gradually stopped, and the breathing became lighter, and there was no more sound. It seems that the tiredness of the day has been magnified by this drunkenness, and it is completely unstoppable.
I don't know how long it took until I was about to go downstairs.
Sang Yan heard Wen Yifan mumble: "Sang Yan..."
Hearing the sound, Sang Yan turned her head to look at her. Glancing at her tightly closed eyes, his gaze stopped for a moment. Then, he retracted his gaze, continued to look forward, and whispered, "Speaking in your sleep."
The next moment, the force on his neck seemed to increase unconsciously.
…
All the way afterward, Wen Yifan was confused.
She couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality, and frame after frame of memories flashed in her mind, feeling that she was floating in the endless darkness. The remaining consciousness made her faintly feel the warm and broad shoulders of the man, as if it could help her dispel the cold in this winter.
When he became conscious again, Wen Yifan was woken up by Sang Yan. Sitting on the sofa, she stared at the man in front of her, her mind was so confused that she couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, she only felt that he was like a bully, affecting her sleep.
She was extremely irritable, looked at her fixedly, and angered involuntarily when she got up.
"Sang Yan."
Sang Yan was holding a bowl and was about to continue talking.
Wen Yifan said again: "Don't make me sleep."
"… "
Sang Yan also looked at her, put the bowl on the table a few seconds later, and smiled: "How dare you lose your temper at me?"
Wen Yifan ignored him, moved his body to the side, and fell to the other side, as if he wanted to continue sleeping. But the next moment, she was pulled up by Sanyan again and fixed in her original position.
Sang Yan raised her eyebrows and said in a harsh tone, "Don't sleep."
"Why can't I sleep?" Wen Yifan felt that he was unreasonable and threatened, "I'll scold you if you don't let go."
"Okay." Sang Yan pulled her into his arms, feeling fresh, "You scold."
"You... Sang, Sang," Wen Yifan's aura became shorter when he cursed, like a stammer.
"..." Sang Yan lowered her eyelashes and set her eyes on her. She laughed when she was scolded, "What's your word?"
Wen Yifan said nothing.
Sang Yan: "Is it gone?"
"No, I'm going to sleep." Wen Yifan hugged him, the stamina of the wine seemed to have come up completely, and he didn't look very comfortable. Her brows and eyes were still irritable, and she said seriously, "don't disturb me, I don't want to scold you."
"Drink this before going to bed," Sang Yan raised her head, took the bowl on the table with her other hand, and brought it directly to her lips, "otherwise you'll have a headache when you wake up tomorrow."
Because of this movement, Wen Yifan opened his eyes again, but he had no intention of drinking.
After waiting for a while, Sang Yan said directly, "Don't let me sleep until I finish drinking."
The two were deadlocked for a while.
Wen Yifan tilted his head, as if thinking of something, and said slowly, "You look like Sang Yan."
"… "
"He's so fierce too."
Sang Yan said blankly, "Do you drink or not?"
This time, Wen Yifan didn't resist any more, he held his hand obediently, and sipped the hangover soup from the bowl. While drinking, she raised her eyes from time to time and peeked at Sang Yan.
"Do you know how much I drank tonight." Sang Yan stared at her and drank with a firm tone, "I thought it would be okay to drink too much, anyway, someone can take care of me. What happened?"
Wen Yifan asked along the way, "What's the result?"
Sang Yan pinched her face: "As a result, this person also lost his temper at me."
"Oh." Wen Yifan comforted, "then ignore her."
"… "
Sang Yan didn't know how this girl could drink so badly, just a few drinks. She felt that it was useless to say for a long time, she didn't listen to a word at all.
Wen Yifan drank half a bowl and stopped drinking.
Sang Yan: "Drink it all."
"No." Wen Yifan shook his head, "You drink the rest. Didn't you drink a lot tonight?"
"..." Sang Yan glanced at her, "Can you remember this virtue after drinking it?"
Wen Yifan didn't answer, he raised the bowl and held it to his lips: "You drink."
"There's still in the pot, I'll drink it later." Sang Yan said, "You drink the rest."
"Then you have to," Wen Yifan was afraid that he would not drink it, "drink it in front of me."
"Still watching?" Sang Yan smiled, "Aren't you sleepy anymore?"
"Oh." As soon as he reminded him, Wen Yifan thought of this again, "Sang Yan, I'm so sleepy."
"Well, go to sleep after drinking."
Wen Yifan sniffed and muttered in a low voice, "But I stink so much."
Sang Yan said patiently, "Go take a shower then."
"I don't want to move." Wen Yifan raised his head and pleaded in a good voice, "So can you help me take a bath."
"… "
Seeing him look over immediately, Wen Yifan realized again that he seemed to be bothering him too much. She always felt that this was unfair to him. She was afraid of being rejected, and added: "When you don't want to move, I can also help you wash."
"..." Sang Yan frowned slightly and took a deep breath, "I can't."
Sang Yan refused whatever request he made all night, and Wen Yifan was also a little unhappy.
"Why are you so stingy?"
"I'm stingy?" Sang Yan was happy, "Okay, I'll wait and see how you regret it when you wake up tomorrow."
"Then I won't wash it." Wen Yifan continued to threaten him, "I'm going to sleep with you tonight, and I'm going to stink you."
"..." Sang Yan fed the last sip of sober soup into her mouth and said word by word, "Go back to my room to sleep now, I won't sleep with you. Don't try to stink me."
Wen Yifan felt that his words didn't count: "You said before that you can hold me to sleep."
"Wen Shuangjiang," Sang Yan was helpless, unable to communicate with her at all, and couldn't get mad at her, "Can you do your best to leave me a way out? How can I sleep with you in my arms?"
Wen Yifan: "Why not?"
Sang Yan stared at her: "what do you say?"
Wen Yifan shook his head: "I don't know."
Sang Yan's eyes darkened, she pressed her on him, and asked again.
"Why don't you say you can't?"
"… "
Wen Yifan didn't speak, and looked like he didn't understand. After a long while, she lowered her eyes, and suddenly seemed to feel something, and looked a little stunned: "Oh, that's not good."
Sang Yan released her.
"You're drunk," Wen Yifan said seriously, "I'm afraid you won't acknowledge the account when you wake up."
"… "
Sang Yan stared at her, before deciding to give up after a long time. He stopped talking to the mindless alcoholic, picked her up and walked to the master bedroom.
Wen Yifan still had a lot to say, so he talked for a long time to himself.
Sang Yan listened quietly.
Reluctantly removed her makeup for her, Sang Yan stared at the sleepy appearance of her being served, and felt amused again.
"You really trust me."
She obviously couldn't take a shower in this state.
Sang Yan didn't think she stinks, so she only took off her coat and left a primer. He didn't wake Wen Yifan, put her on the bed, and left the master bedroom.
the next morning.
Wen Yifan suddenly woke up for some unknown reason, opened his eyes sleepily, and instantly met Sang Yan's face. Her breathing stopped, and everything that happened last night flashed through her mind in an instant.
All the way to the end.
Wen Yifan's last impression was that Sang Yan carried her into the bathroom and removed her makeup for her.
Then she completely lost consciousness.
so.
She is now! why! Will be at! Sanyan's bed! ! !
Wen Yifan remembered what he said last night to frantically flirt with Sang Yan, and looked down stiffly at the clothes on his body, which were the same as yesterday. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Sang Yan again.
Seriously considered the possibility.
It seemed like she was sleepwalking again.
Sang Yan's cell phone was placed beside him.
Wen Yifan picked it up, lit it up, and saw at a glance that his lock screen was a photo of the two of them on the Ferris wheel. She blinked and stared at it for a while before looking at the time.
It was only early seven o'clock.
I didn't take a bath last night, and Wen Yifan felt uncomfortable all over.
She got up tiptoe and was about to go back to take a shower and go back to sleep when the man behind her suddenly moved. Wen Yifan's arm was grabbed by him, pulled hard in his direction, and then held it in his arms.
Wen Yifan was unprepared, and always felt that this scene was a little familiar.
She turned back cautiously.
Seeing that Sang Yan was still closing her eyes, her breathing rhythm was regular and calm, and she was obviously still asleep.
Wen Yifan stared at his face and struggled for a while. After a long time, she gave up struggling, turned over, buried her face in his chest, the sleepiness of returning to the cage hit again, and she closed her eyes again.
never mind.
It's not too late to wash.
She likes being held by him.
It's a matter of time anyway.
Being famous and having a share, she is not taking advantage of it.
Soon, Wen Yifan fell asleep again.
She didn't notice.
From an angle she can't see.
Sang Yan slowly opened her eyes, stared at her head, and the corners of her lips curled slightly.
…
This night, I slept thoroughly, even more heavily than the previous few times. While in a daze, Wen Yifan felt that Sang Yan seemed to get up and prepare to go to work. She struggled to open her eyes and instructed vaguely, "Be careful on your way to work."
"Well." Sang Yan just finished changing her clothes, and dragged her up by the way, "Get up and drink porridge before going to bed."
"… "
Wen Yifan was still terribly sleepy, but when he grabbed him, his anger exploded again when he got up. She stared at him fixedly without arguing with him. After three seconds, she drilled into the quilt again.
"Come on," she couldn't get up at the moment, and she probably had to sleep all day without eating. Sang Yan didn't soften her heart. "After drinking the porridge, go to sleep."
Wen Yifan said perfunctorily, "I'll drink later."
Sang Yan: "No."
"… "
Wen Yifan pretended to be dead.
"What's the matter with you?" Sang Yan smiled, "You are quite temperamental."
Wen Yifan explained: "I didn't lose my temper."
Sang Yan: "Get up then."
"Sang Yan," Wen Yifan put his head out of the quilt, trying to talk to him calmly, but his tone was still stiff, "I want to sleep, I don't want to get up now."
Sang Yan raised her eyebrows slightly and hugged her directly against the quilt.
Wen Yifan was unprepared and met his gaze.
Without waiting for her to speak, Sang Yan lowered her head and stared at her, and said leisurely, "What? I'm afraid I'll talk to you about what happened last night?"
"..." Wen Yifan's anger disappeared instantly.
Wen Yifan's scalp was numb, and he remembered this only after he woke up. She pretended to be calm: "When people are drunk, they always say some bizarre things. This is a normal phenomenon, and you don't have to take it too seriously."
Sang Yan snorted and said to herself, "Degenerate street cards?"
"… "
"Redemption?"
"… "
"Let me help you take a bath?"
"… "
"Afraid I won't admit it?"
Wen Yifan couldn't listen anymore, and was extremely embarrassed. She covered his mouth calmly and reminded, "Don't you drink porridge? It will be cold if you don't drink it for a while."
Sanyan stopped talking.
"Didn't you help me wash too?" Wen Yifan looked at him, "Well, you still protect yourself well."
"… "
After Sang Yan went out, Wen Yifan packed up the dishes and went back to the room to take a shower. She took off her clothes, and at this moment, she thought of Chen Junwen's words with hindsight, and truly confirmed that she really heard clearly.
This is how Chen Junwen repeated it.
Wen Yifan's heart was a little flustered.
She was not sure whether what Sang Yan said had anything to do with her.
But she hoped not.
She hoped that it was just a word that Sang Yan casually teased with her friends when she was drunk. She hoped that Sang Yeon had been doing well all these years. I have never stopped for anything, and my life has no fetters.
Neither, because she was affected in any way.
The short rest day was over in the blink of an eye.
In the next period of time, because of Mu Chengyun's words, when Wen Yifan left the unit, he would unconsciously glance around. She asked the security guard, and it seemed that no one had come to her except that time.
Wen Yifan was relieved when nothing unusual or inappropriate happened.
With a few fine rains, spring is also coming unknowingly. The temperature in Nanwu City has gradually increased, the cold of winter has faded away, and the dead trees along the way have gradually turned green.
Wen Yifan had just returned to the office from the editing room and was about to turn on the computer when Su Tian came over to chat with her again.
"Hey, I heard that the little milk dog seems to have handed in his resignation."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan looked over.
Su Tian continued: "I heard from Da Zhuang, it seems that he doesn't intend to do this. It is said that he has no interest in the reporter industry and has always wanted to be an actor. Then a film and television company just wanted to sign him, so he resigned. already."
Wen Yifan snorted: "That's good, I can do what I like."
"It's good, it should be very profitable to be an actor." Su Tian held her cheeks, "Do you think he will become popular in the future? Should we ask him for an autograph first, maybe we can sell it for money in the future."
Wen Yifan smiled: "Yes."
The phone just rang.
Wen Yifan retracted his gaze, picked up the phone and glanced at it.
It's Sanyan's news.
Sang Yan: [When do you get off work?]
Wen Yifan replied: [It will be soon.]
Noticing her actions, Su Tian couldn't help but say, "When can I meet you, the king of ducks?"
Wen Yifan curled his lips: "Next time."
"Okay." Su Tian sighed, a little envious, "You said that as a reporter, how can you be so sweet in love. I feel like I should change my boyfriend and wait for the next poor bastard who doesn't know it. I put pigeons every day."
Wen Yifan paused: "Is it that serious?"
Su Tian: "Yes."
When he lowered his eyes again, Sang Yan sent two voices directly.
"Come to work overtime then?"
"I'm drunk and can't drive."
Wen Yifan blinked and replied "Okay".
the other side.
Noticing Sang Yan's actions, Su Hao'an was extremely speechless: "Why do you think you have to break up these words? Just say 'I'm having a party with friends, do you want to come over', or else!"
Sang Yan raised her eyes and tapped her cup: "I didn't drink?"
"Who the fuck doesn't know what your mind is!" Su Haoan couldn't take it anymore, "You know how to brag about your girlfriend all day long, since Fatty got married and you brought Wen Yifan over, you have other fucking words in your mouth. ?"
Sang Yan didn't speak, and took another sip of wine.
Su Haoan pointed to the red string in his hand, and said, "And your bracelet..."
"Yes." Sang Yan interrupted him, leaning on the back of the sofa, and said lazily, "Couples, your sister-in-law gave them."
"… "
"I can't help it, as a girl, she likes to wear this stuff with me." Sang Yan raised her chin slightly, speaking in a sluggish manner, and she was particularly ill-fated, "I can't spoil her interest."
Su Hao calmed down and stopped paying attention to him.
When the time was almost up, Sang Yan got up after noticing the movement on WeChat. He picked up the jacket next to him and smiled casually: "Let's go. I'm sorry, someone is here to pick it up."
Su Haoan threw a tissue at him: "Go away! Don't come back!"
…
After leaving the unit, Wen Yifan walked directly in the direction of Fallen Street. When she got to the door of "overtime", she sent a message to Sang Yan, and walked in without waiting outside.
Wen Yifan walked to the bar and waited.
The bartender He Mingbo already recognized her, and when he saw her coming, he poured her a glass of water.
"Would you like to go directly to Brother Yan?"
Wen Yifan smiled and thanked him. She thought about it for a while, and felt that it seemed to be okay, so she didn't need to let Sanyente come down. She turned to look at the stairs: "then I'll go straight up..."
Before she could speak, her wrist was suddenly grabbed from one side.
Wen Yifan silenced his voice, clearly feeling that the breath of the person behind him was completely unfamiliar. She threw off her hand subconsciously and turned her head sideways unexpectedly. The next moment, he met Che Xingde's drunken face.
Her breathing stopped.
Che Xingde was unaffected, grabbed her arm again, and his face was obviously not sober: "Hey, it's really frosty. I'll just say I'm not mistaken..."
There was a huge disparity in strength between men and women, and Wen Yifan wanted to break free, but he was completely unable to resist his strength. She closed her eyes and opened them again, without wasting any more effort. She stared at him, and said in a cold tone: "Are you okay?"
"Why do you have something to do with me? I'm not going to talk to you now, why did you think I didn't see my uncle last time?" Che Xingde tutted, "You girl is so unconscionable, I haven't seen my uncle for so long. nor-"
the next moment.
Cha Xingde's arm was ripped apart by the sudden appearance of Sang Yan.
The lingering, powerless feeling dissipated.
Wen Yifan felt that he was being pulled into his arms by Sang Yan, and his whole body was occupied by his breath again. As soon as she relaxed, she realized that her body was shaking uncontrollably.
She had no idea that she would meet Cha Xingde here.
Squeeze the disgust in you, trying to calm yourself down.
Wen Yifan raised his head.
Then, he met Sang Yan's slightly hostile eyebrows.
She moved her lips, but was speechless.
Sang Yan's lips were straight and her fingertips lightly stroked her wrist: "Are you alright?"
Wen Yifan hummed softly.
Seeing this, Sang Yan was relieved a little. He turned his head to look at Che Xingde up and down, the emotions on his face leaked out, he couldn't hold back at all at this moment, and his tone seemed to be mixed with ice cubes.
"who are you?"