He said this calmly and lightly, with a touch of comfort, as if to show that he didn't care about these things. I also don't think it will have any substantial impact on him at all.
"It's our relationship," Sang Yan withdrew her hand and spoke quickly, "Isn't this still subject to your consent?"
"Um?"
"Otherwise," Sang Yan said, "Isn't it still you who suffers?"
"… "
Wen Yifan was stunned for a while, pondered what he said, and said sincerely: "I'm not so tyrannical, it's your freedom to do whatever you want with your property. You don't need to ask me how you want to spend it. "
Sang Yan tilted her head and looked at her thoughtfully.
Quiet for a moment.
Seeing him, he kept staring at himself without speaking, and Wen Yifan didn't quite understand what he meant. She put down her chopsticks and asked hesitantly, "Then you want to manage my property?"
"… "
"Also, but there may not be a lot." Although Wen Yifan's salary was slightly higher after the regularization, she didn't save much money due to various living expenses. "Then I will make a list for you later?"
Sang Yan stared straight at her for a while.
It's like thinking about how there are people who are so incomprehensible in this world.
Wen Yifan thought for a while and said, "Then you can also give me an account by the way, I can't even count it." Sang Yan glanced at the corners of her lips and pinched her face hard: "I think it's pretty beautiful. ."
…
After breakfast, it was almost time for Sang Yan to work. Wen Yifan got up and habitually checked the contents of his bag before going out, but he didn't turn to the recorder. She asks Sang Yan to wait a moment, then goes back to the room, and soon finds the voice recorder on the dresser.
Just as he was about to leave the room, Wen Yifan inexplicably remembered the Che Xingde he met last night while working "overtime". She paused for a moment, and hesitantly rummaged through the cabinet.
Then, I took a bottle of anti-wolf spray from it and put it in my bag.
In the days that followed, Wen Yifan asked Sang Yan one after another if Che Xingde had been to his bar again. But Sang Yan's work is so busy that she only goes to "overtime" every once in a while, so she doesn't know the situation.
But according to what He Mingbo said, there seems to be no.
Even if there is, there should be no trouble, just coming as an ordinary guest.
Wen Yifan was relieved a little. Thinking that Che Xingde is probably also self-aware, he doesn't dare to rashly go to other people's sites to make trouble. Once he was kicked out, he probably won't do the same thing again.
In addition, Wen Yifan has a lot of follow-up reports to follow during this time. Most of the time, he directly drives the company's car to and from get off work, and he has never seen Che Xingde again.
The events of that day were like a blip that didn't cause any splashes.
Wen Yifan gradually put it behind him.
Mu Chengyun's resignation application was approved a month later. He looks good, he is obedient and enthusiastic, and his popularity in the group is not bad. Therefore, on the day he officially resigned, the rest of the team specially gave him a farewell party.
To accommodate most of the people's time, the farewell party was set late.
I plan to have a late-night snack at a barbecue stall near the company after everyone gets off work.
Before Wen Yifan's manuscript was finished, he let the others go first. By the time she finished the finishing work, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening. Turning off the computer, she took the bag out of the company.
The barbecue stall is in the food street behind the company, and it takes about ten minutes to walk there.
Wen Yifan took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat while walking out. Seeing the news that Sang Yan had just sent to pick her up, she bent her lower lip, and was about to reply that she would go back later, but before the words were finished, a man's thick and rough voice suddenly came from her ear.
"Frostfall."
Wen Yifan's fingertips stopped, followed the source of the sound, and as expected, met Che Xingde's face. He was standing behind the pillar next to him, silently, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting here.
Her eyes became colder, she retracted her gaze, and continued to walk forward as if she hadn't heard.
The next second, Che Xingde followed and grabbed her arm again. His body was full of the smell of tobacco and alcohol mixed with the strong smell of sweat, which was so smoked that Wen Yifan almost spit it out.
Wen Yifan broke free, took a few steps back vigilantly, and reached into his bag.
Che Xingde withdrew his hand and smiled: "What are you doing? Every time I see my uncle, I have this attitude."
Wen Yifan stared at him: "What do you want to do?"
"We haven't seen each other for years, haven't we?" Che Xingde rubbed his head hard, looking at her with the same eyes as before, "Okay, it's been a good few years, and I found a rich man who opened a bar. Boy friend."
"… "
"Isn't that right? Please curry favor with your partner and ask him to give you more benefits." Che Xingde said, "At that time, my uncle told you not to listen to what university you have to go to. Make money this way?"
Wen Yifan closed her eyes and felt that these people were like maggots, which made her sick to the extreme. Her lip line was straightened, and she uttered three words without any waves.
"Leave far away."
Che Xingde was not annoyed, and went up to tease her again, still shameless: "What's the matter? I don't like listening to it anymore? You've lost your job, and you can't keep your head up in the face of your neighbors. You still miss yourself—"
Wen Yifan's body stiffened a little, feeling that he had endured to the extreme.
She just happened to touch the anti-wolf spray in her bag, and she was about to take it out. The next moment, the strength of the pulling on her hand loosened. A tall figure appeared in front of Wen Yifan's eyes, stopped her behind him, and yelled loudly, "What are you doing!"
Wen Yifan's breathing was a little short, and he raised his head subconsciously.
It was Mu Chengyun.
Seeing other people, Che Xingde still didn't think anything was wrong. The smile on his face became even bigger, and the ravines on his face were one after another: "I didn't do anything, I was talking to my niece."
Mu Chengyun turned to look at her: "Sister Yifan, do you know this person?"
Wen Yifan calmed down a little: "I don't know."
Hearing this, Mu Chengyun looked at Che Xingde again with an ugly expression: "I said you don't know each other, can you leave?"
Che Xingde glanced at Wen Yifan again. The whites of his eyes were yellow, and the pupils were cloudy. Then, he took a few steps back and sighed softly, "Young man, I'm really her uncle."
"… "
"We have a misunderstanding," Che Xingde said again, "she's just getting angry with me."
Mu Chengyun didn't hear it: "Sister Yifan, let's go. Everyone is waiting for you."
Wen Yifan nodded.
The two walked in the direction of the barbecue stall one after the other.
Mu Chengyun stood behind Wen Yifan, as if afraid that Che Xingde would suddenly come forward and do something inappropriate.
Che Xingde didn't follow.
until a distance was gone.
Wen Yifan turned his head and thanked him, then said, "Why are you back?"
Mu Chengyun scratched his head: "I left the earphones at the company."
"Huh?" Wen Yifan asked, "Then do you want to go back and get it now?"
"Forget it, it's alright." Mu Chengyun said, "I don't even bother to make a trip, just let Da Zhuang take it to me."
Wen Yifan nodded and hummed absently.
"Sister Yifan, who was that man just now?" Noticing her expression, Mu Chengyun said cautiously, "I saw this man who came to you before."
Wen Yifan also guessed it, and he wasn't too surprised to hear it now, he just smiled.
Mu Chengyun didn't continue to ask: "Be careful when you leave the company in the future, so it's not the first time he's here. If you get off work late in the future, ask Senior Sang to come and pick you up."
"Well." Wen Yifan pulled the topic aside, his tone casual and calm, "I heard that you signed a good film and television company? Congratulations."
Mu Chengyun patted his head embarrassedly: "Thank you, Sister Yifan."
Wen Yifan smiled: "Is being an actor something you like to do?"
"Yes," Mu Chengyun's eyes lit up a little when he said this, "My first time acting was when a friend pulled me over to audition, and I didn't expect it to pass, and I was very happy throughout the whole process."
"That's very good."
"What about you, Sister Yifan?" Mu Chengyun chatted with her, "Did you become a reporter because you like this industry?"
"..." Wen Yifan was startled and raised his head.
"What's wrong?" Mu Chengyun was a little embarrassed, "Did I ask a question that shouldn't be asked?"
Wen Yifan returned to his senses: "No."
Mu Chengyun breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's just work." Wen Yifan thought about it seriously, and gave a decent answer, "I can't say I like it, but I don't hate it either."
…
After arriving at the barbecue stall, Wen Yifan remembered to send a message to Sang Yan. She sent him a location, and then gave him the approximate time, telling him not to come over if he got off work early.
The farewell party didn't end until eleven o'clock.
Wen Yifan walked out of the food street with his colleagues, and suddenly noticed that Sang Yan's car was parked at the intersection. Her expression paused slightly, she said goodbye to the others in a hurry, trotted over and got into the car.
Wen Yifan fastened his seat belt and asked casually, "Have you just finished working overtime, or did you just come from 'overtime'?"
"Just got off work." Sang Yan glanced outside, "What? Who are you sending off today?"
"Mu Chengyun." Wen Yifan said honestly, "He handed in his resignation some time ago, and he officially resigned today. His colleagues gave him a farewell party."
Sang Yan snorted, raised her lips, and said in a slightly arrogant tone, "It's quite sad."
"..." Wen Yifan smiled, "It's okay, he's quite happy. He doesn't seem to like being a reporter very much at first, but now it's good to be able to do what he likes."
Hearing this, Sang Yan's eyelashes moved and looked at her subconsciously. It didn't take long for him to look back and start the car slowly: "Go home."
Wen Yifan replied hello.
She lowered the window, lying on the window, blowing the wind outside.
Sang Yan glanced at her: "Wen Shuangjiang, take your hand back."
Wen Yifan paused, and slowly retracted his elbow that was exposed outside the window. Afterwards, she glanced at her phone, and happened to see Zhao Yuandong's message bar jumping to the top again.
The word "Uncle" is mentioned in it.
Wen Yifan's gaze stopped, and he remembered what Che Xingde and Mu Chengyun had just said. She didn't know if something similar would happen in the future, so she hesitated to go in and take a look.
Flip up.
After a bunch of news, Zhao Yuandong would basically say a few words to her every few days.
[Your uncle's family came to Nanwu today, and now they live with my mother. I know you don't want to see them, so talk to them. They shouldn't live for too long, they're just looking for a place to stay temporarily.]
[Your aunt's younger brother really doesn't seem to be a good person. It's because my mother was negligent before and didn't consider your feelings. At that time, I only thought that your uncle's family took good care of you, and I didn't think too much about it. Let's have a good talk, shall we?]
…
[Today, your aunt's younger brother drove your uncle's friend's car. He had a drunk-driving crash and had to pay tens of thousands of dollars. Mom gave them a little and now let them move out too.]
…
[Your aunt is here again today, so I probably asked. They seem to be in debt to move to Nanwu. If they come to you, you should leave them alone. Don't let them affect your life, you know?]
Wen Yifan stopped watching and exited the chat window.
Sang Yan next to him also said at this moment: "Why don't you feel good about having a farewell party?"
Hearing this, Wen Yifan was stunned: "Ah, no."
Sang Yan's tone is unclear: "Reluctant?"
"..." Wen Yifan laughed and said patiently, "No."
It happens to be a red light.
Sang Yan stopped the car and looked sideways at her. His eyes seemed to be observing, but it was not very obvious. After a while, until the red light had started to flash, he said, "What's the matter today?"
Wen Yifan subconsciously denied: "No, what's wrong?"
"What's the matter," Sang Yan smiled, "Shouldn't I ask you this?"
"… "
Sang Yan retracted his gaze, started the car again, and only left a sentence.
"Tell me something."
After a while.
Wen Yifan forcibly put the matter of Che Xingde behind him and mentioned the report he did today: "That's right, today I did a follow-up interview, a family of three had a car accident, and the only child was alive and became a vegetative state. Look. I'm in a bad mood."
As if listening, Sang Yan pondered for a few seconds, and then whispered a few words of comfort.
Drive all the way to the underground parking lot of the community.
After getting out of the car, Wen Yifan took the initiative to hold his hand and suddenly shouted, "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan: "Huh?"
"If you are free later," Wen Yifan asked, "can you come pick me up from get off work?"
"No, what did you say about me? If it wasn't for getting off work later than you," Sang Yan tilted her head and pinched her fingertips, "I won't come pick you up someday?"
"Oh." Wen Yifan curled his lips, "I just want to confirm."
…
Wen Yifan could roughly guess why Che Xingde came to her.
But she didn't want to deal with these things at all, and she couldn't possibly do it the way they thought. She has irregular working hours, and sometimes does not return to Taiwan for several days because of business trips. Most of the rest of the time, Sang Yan came to pick her up.
After a long time, Wen Yifan was no longer worried.
I also don't believe that Che Xingde can squat outside the TV station all day waiting for her because of such a mess.
Because of Wen Yifan's words, Sang Yan had another reason to brag. In addition, his company's recent major project has just been completed overtime, and there is also time to spare.
Sang Yan lived a life of commuting to get off work on time every day.
Send Wen Yifan to work on time every day, and then pick her up from the downstairs of her company on time. If she wants to work overtime, he will take it to "overtime" to brag for a while, and wait for her to go back after get off work.
Just like now.
Sang Yan sat carelessly in the center of the booth, holding an ice cola in his hand, and said leisurely, "I'm sorry, brothers. Recently, I can't drink."
Su Hao'an's ears are getting calluses: "Go away! Who the hell wants you here!"
"My partner asks me to pick her up from get off work every day." Sang Yan continued undisturbed, "I also want to drink with you, but isn't my partner too clingy, and I have nothing to do."
"..." Qian Fei seldom came here after getting married, but he heard Sang Yan bragging quite a few times, whether through WeChat or by phone, "You hurry up, get out of here, I'm fucking fed up."
Glancing at Qian Fei, Sang Yan brought up another thing: "Oh. Boss Qian, I haven't seen you here recently. You came here specially to tell us how you taught Duan Jiaxing to chase people?"
Hearing this, Qian Fei's expression froze.
"I really envy you." Sang Yan said, "I have never felt the taste of chasing people."
"… "
"As for me, it's always been," Sang Yan said in an arrogant and beaten tone, "the one who was pursued madly."
Su Hao was satisfied: "You dare to say this in front of me."
Sang Yan didn't feel slapped in the face at all, and looked at Qian Fei again: "Okay, Boss Qian, start to brag about your brilliant achievements."
Qian Fei bit his head and said, "I really don't have one. Don't you listen to Duan Jiaxu's nonsense?"
The smile on Sang Yan's face gradually faded, and she said without emotion: "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Su Hao'an was also unhappy: "What are you doing with Duan Jiaxu! Where is the secret between brothers! Even if you didn't teach him to chase after your arrogant temperament, he would definitely take the credit for it! Who are you denying it to?! "
"… "
I didn't wait for Qian Fei to speak again.
Yu Zhuo went up to the second floor at this time, he looked a little helpless, and said to Sang Yan: "Brother Yan, there is a guest downstairs who said it was your uncle, and he ordered a bunch of wine and didn't plan to give money..."
Sang Yan's eyelashes moved: "Where did my uncle come from?"
Yu Zhuo added: "It's the alcoholic who was kicked out by Brother Dajun last time. He said it was his sister-in-law's uncle."
Su Hao'an frowned: "What the hell is this idiot, coming to Lao Tzu's territory to make trouble?"
Sang Yan slowly raised her eyebrows, drank the rest of the Coke, and got up quickly: "You drink it, I'll deal with it. Then, by the way, I'm going to pick up my clingy girl."
"… "
Sang Yan went downstairs and was taken to the booth in the center of the first floor by Yu Zhuo. At a glance, I saw Che Xingde standing at the very edge, with a bunch of people sitting next to him. At this time, he was yelling to the waiter Xiao Chen: "My niece is your boss's object! What kind of money do I give!"
He walked over and took the bill in Xiao Chen's hand in a sloppy manner.
Xiao Chen's expression was also very embarrassing: "Brother Yan..."
Seeing Sang Yan, the arrogance on Che Xingde's face instantly disappeared. He showed his yellow teeth and reached out and patted Sang Yan's shoulder: "Hey, are you the target of our Frostfall? I heard her say it several times."
Sang Yan ignored him and asked Xiao Chen, "How much wine did you order at this table?"
Xiao Chen silently reported the number.
Che Xingde was still bragging with his friends, with a proud expression on his face: "Come on, brothers, take a look. This is my niece's object, she is handsome! People are also generous, that's all. Liquor money means nothing to him!"
"… "
Sang Yan glanced at the bill and raised his eyelids lazily.
"What about your compliment, I accept it."
The smile on Che Xingde's face is even better.
Before he could speak again, Sang Yan said again, "Tell me, do you want to give this money or not."
Che Xingde was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he heard it wrong: "What are you giving? For this amount of money, I'm your partner's uncle—"
"No, right?" Sang Yan put the bill on the table and said with a half-smile, "Okay."
He tilted his head to look at Yu Zhuo and bluntly dropped two words.
"Call the police."