Sensing that something was wrong, Che Xingde's group of friends also looked at each other in dismay. Maybe it was because he had waited for a long time, or maybe because he felt embarrassed about the situation, the thin man sitting next to him couldn't help but say, "Brother De, what's the situation?"
As soon as these words came out, the rest of the people also complained about it because of this state.
"But you said that we came here as a treat."
"Don't brag about Haikou if you don't have money! People look like they know you!"
"Forget it, let's go."
Che Xingde couldn't hold his face a bit, and he smiled shyly: "No—" Seeing that the others were really getting up and going to leave, he was a little anxious, and looked at Sang Yan again: "What kind of police! I don't want this money. Come out, you still want to be with my niece like this?!"
Sang Yan was too lazy to pay attention to him, and continued to say to Yu Zhuo, "Have you reported it?"
Yu Zhuo immediately took out his mobile phone from his pocket: "Ma, immediately."
"Wait!" Che Xingde's expression became more and more stiff, and his tone was no longer flattering, and he scolded, "I'm sick, it's just a few thousand dollars, I'm still missing you a few thousand dollars..."
Yu Zhuo's movements stopped.
Sang Yan didn't say a word, and looked down at him condescendingly.
"I'll give it! But I still have to drink and spend here!" Che Xingde obviously felt ashamed and angrily said, "What's the matter with you bringing so many people to influence me and my friends?"
Sang Yan didn't have the slightest emotional fluctuation because of his words, and his eyebrows stretched slightly: "Sorry, it seems that I misunderstood. Then I wish you a happy consumption."
After speaking, Sang Yan motioned to Yu Zhuo in a low voice, "Let the army watch."
He didn't stay here any longer, turned around and walked to the bar to sit down. He Mingbo habitually poured a glass of wine and put it in front of him, looked in the direction of Che Xingde, and asked by the way, "Brother, what's the situation? Is this person again?"
Sang Yan didn't drink, glanced at the phone, and said casually, "It's just a disturbance."
He Mingbo asked again, "Isn't it my sister-in-law and uncle?"
"..." Sang Yan raised her eyes and said slowly, "Your sister-in-law doesn't know you."
Before Wen Yifan was about to leave the office, Fu Zhuang happened to be returning from an interview.
He took a bottle of drink in his hand and played with it. When he saw Wen Yifan, he habitually came over to talk to her: "Sister Yifan, are you ready to get off work? Is Brother Sang Yan coming to pick you up?"
Wen Yifan smiled: "Yes."
"I heard what Mu Chengyun said, and the person who harassed you. It's really frightening." Fu Zhuang said in a broken way, "You will be careful after get off work, if Brother Sang Yan doesn't have time to pick you up, you will Tell me, and I'll take you back."
Wen Yifan got up: "It's nothing."
Fu Zhuang was exaggerating: "Why not! I seem to have seen it several times during this time, but I'm not sure if it's that person. I asked the security guard downstairs, and he seemed to pass by every time to take a look, and he didn't care. stay long."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan's footsteps stopped.
Fu Zhuang looked worried and worried: "Sister, you are good-looking, and you always stay up so late to get off work. There is still a bar street nearby, so you have to be careful yourself."
Wen Yifan pursed his lower lip lightly, his face quickly returned to normal, and he smiled again.
"I know."
…
out of the unit.
Wen Yifan found Sang Yan's car at a familiar location, walked over to the passenger seat. She looked at Sang Yan, smelled the faint smell of alcohol on his body, and blinked: "Did you drink?"
Sang Yan started the car: "No."
"Did you just come back from meeting with Su Haoan and the others? But you won't have to pick me up after a while." Wen Yifan calculated his savings in his heart, and said seriously, "I paid attention to the person who got off the car. I'm ready to provide a car. Then I can drive myself to and from get off work, and it's also convenient for me to work."
Sang Yan glanced at her: "When are you going to pick?"
Wen Yifan said warmly, "Wait for my time off."
Sang Yan: "Okay, I'll accompany you when the time comes."
Wen Yifan smiled: "Okay."
The car fell silent again.
After driving for a while, Sang Yan suddenly asked, "Wen Shuangjiang, why do I feel that you are in a bad mood recently?"
Wen Yifan was in a daze, when he heard this, he regained his senses. She turned her head to look at Sang Yan, sighed slowly, and explained in a low voice, "There are a lot of things on the stage during this time. I will adjust it, and it will be fine after a while."
Sang Yan chatted like: "Are you not happy with your work?"
"No, and no one likes to work." Wen Yifan didn't know if her emotions were obvious. She was afraid that it would affect Sang Yan's mood, so she bent her lips subconsciously, "I'll just go back and sleep. already."
Sang Yan took time to look at her again, and didn't ask any more questions.
"Well, then go back to bed early."
The fact that Che Xingde had come to Taiwan many times to find her was like an unexploded ticking time bomb in Wen Yifan. Although she didn't want to care, she could clearly feel that her mood had changed significantly.
Even falling asleep has become as difficult as ever.
Wen Yifan didn't tell anyone about this.
She found it hard to say, and didn't want to mention it.
Wen Yifan felt that as long as it was the same as before.
As long as she stays far away, stop worrying about these things, stop seeing these people, her life will still be her own, and she will not be affected by them in the slightest.
She has nothing to do with these people.
Wen Yifan has always had this idea from before to now.
But all these thoughts, one night, were all broken by a piece of news from Zhao Yuandong.
When Wen Yifan noticed it, he didn't intend to open it. But when she saw the word "bar", she inexplicably had a bad feeling. Before he could react, he clicked in.
[A Jiang, have you talked about a boyfriend who runs a bar? But how did I hear Jiajia say that you are in a relationship with her manager? Your aunt called me today. His younger brother went to your boyfriend's place some time ago. Said that you just want to introduce your boyfriend to his friends, but your boyfriend's attitude is not very good, and he has charged more for drinks. Ah Jiang, when you talk about your boyfriend, protect yourself.]
Wen Yifan stared at this sentence for a long time, his mind went white. She also didn't know if Che Yanqin fabricated this or if it really happened. After all, she had never heard Sang Yan mention it.
After a long while, Wen Yifan put down the phone, got up and left the room.
At this moment, Sang Yan had just finished taking a shower and was sitting on the sofa playing games. His hair was moist, and his complexion looked cold and white under the light. His expression was lazy and perfunctory, as if he was just looking for something to pass the time.
Wen Yifan walked over and sat beside him.
Sang Yan raised her eyelashes: "What time is it, why are you still not sleeping?"
"Sang Yan," Wen Yifan looked at him and wrote as calmly as possible, "the man who said it was my uncle, went to your bar some time ago?"
Sang Yan completely stopped what he was doing: "Who mentioned it to you?"
"… "
This is equivalent to default.
At this moment, the feeling of extreme shame is almost swallowed up by Wen Yifan. She didn't even need to ask another question, she could guess what Che Xingde did after passing by.
Nothing more than to ask him for money, in the name of her uncle. Or Sapo was unwilling to give money and did something in front of everyone's eyes that would make Sang Yan unable to come to Taiwan.
But he shouldn't have encountered such a thing.
Why did he encounter such a thing.
Why did he encounter such a thing because of you.
Wen Yifan's throat choked, feeling that he couldn't say anything. She lowered her eyes, pinched her clothes subconsciously, and said softly, "...Sorry, I'll tell them."
Noticing her emotions, Sang Yan frowned and threw the phone aside. He turned his head to look at her expression, hesitantly and dazedly said, "Wen Shuangjiang, why do you apologize?"
Wen Yifan met his gaze with a dazed expression.
"The guests who come to the bar are always mixed, and this kind of thing happens almost every day." Sang Yan was a little patient and explained seriously, "I didn't worry about this shit at all, understand?"
"… "
In a trance, Wen Yifan felt as if he had returned to the night he was brought home by Wen Liangxian after seeing his parents. Her mind was once again occupied by the words of Che Yanqin and Wen Liangxian, which kept echoing in her ears.
——"Shuangjiang, you are too disobedient."
——“Can’t you let us save some snacks?”
- "We have no obligation to support you."
——"We just need you to be obedient and don't do anything out of the ordinary."
Wen Yifan.
You don't make trouble for people.
You can't trouble anyone.
Otherwise, you will be left behind.
…
Wen Yifan didn't remember what the two said after that. She only remembered that Sang Yan seemed to say a few more words of comfort, and she tried her best to make herself look as normal as possible.
Wen Yifan played a game with Sang Yan, and then took advantage of the sleepiness to return to the room.
After sitting in the room for half an hour, Wen Yifan opened WeChat again and sent a message to Zhao Yuandong after a long time: [Give me her phone number]
Maybe she didn't expect a reply, but Zhao Yuandong responded quickly. She first returned a string of phone numbers, followed by a string of words.
Wen Yifan didn't look at it and dialed the phone directly.
Three beeps.
Che Yanqin picked it up, and a loud voice came along the receiver: "Who is it?"
Wen Yifan said directly: "What do you want to do."
"..." Che Yanqin was quiet for a few seconds, then hesitantly guessed, "Frostfall?"
"I don't care why you came to Nanwu," Wen Yifan closed his eyes and said word by word, "Please don't get involved with me. You live your own life, whether you live or die, you have nothing to do with me. any relationship."
After reacting, Che Yanqin's tone became unpleasant: "How do you talk about this child?! Cursing us to death as soon as you come up? Are you saying your words like words?"
"We don't have anything to talk about. If your brother comes to harass me again and harass the people around me." Wen Yifan didn't hear her, and continued, "I will directly collect evidence and call the police."
"Call the police again, right? You should call the police if we do anything?" Che Yanqin's voice was mean, "I really regret that I took you over and raised you, and raised you such a white-eyed wolf!"
"How did you support me?" Wen Yifan said, "I don't want your brother to stop me when he crawls into my bed? I want to use it as a tool for you to exchange money?"
"… "
"What have I done?" All the negative emotions of that year, the pain that had been accumulated for many years, burst out at this moment. She controlled her volume and said heavily, "To be treated like this by you."
She doesn't depend on anyone and works hard to live her life well.
I feel like my life is better now.
You can try it out with him.
Why are you showing up again.
"Che Yanqin, didn't my dad give you the money for the surgery you used to do?" Wen Yifan said, "When you couldn't pay Wen Ming's tuition, didn't my dad pay for it? Wen Liangzhe is short of buying a house. Didn't my dad give the tens of thousands of dollars? Did he ask you to pay it back?"
"Why do you treat me like this, who is the white-eyed wolf?"
After a few seconds, Che Yanqin said indifferently, "It was all given by your father voluntarily."
"… "
"You don't want to contact us anymore? That's alright." Che Yanqin said, "I heard that the boyfriend you have now is quite rich? If you want to marry him, ask him to give him hundreds of thousands of betrothal gifts first. Yes, your uncle has to pay for going to your boyfriend's bar? What's the point?"
Wen Yifan thought it was absurd, and he felt that these words were taken for granted by this person. She said the most vicious words in a very gentle tone with no expression on her face.
"Count on me, you don't buy yourself a huge amount of insurance, and then go to Huangquan in an accident."
"Hey! What are you talking about!" Che Yanqin said, "If you don't give it to me, I'll find your mother to go!"
"It doesn't matter who you ask for it, I wish you could ask my dad for it sooner." Wen Yifan sneered, "I'll say it one last time, if you harass the people around me again, I'll call the police directly."
She hung up the phone directly and put this string of numbers on the blacklist.
The room was quiet again.
Before negotiating with these people, Wen Yifan never knew that he could have such a side, and just wanted to vent all his dark thoughts to the people on the other side. As soon as all the edge disappeared, she felt exhausted and sat sluggishly on the spot with her phone in hand.
She didn't know if it would work.
I just feel like I should do something.
After the emotions slowly cooled down, Wen Yifan's body and mind were gradually replaced by another feeling. She thought of Sang Yan outside again, and a very strong sense of worry and loss came to her face at this moment.
Unable to control herself, she got up again and left the room.
The light in the living room was still on.
Sang Yan sat in the original position, looking like she was still playing games, but she looked a little absent-minded. Glancing at her figure from the corner of his eye, he raised his eyebrows a little and asked, "What? This isn't the end of the meeting."
"… "
His tone was leisurely: "Have you seen me so many times in a day?"
Wen Yifan's nose was a little sour, he hummed softly, and walked in front of him. Then, she raised her legs, got off the sofa by herself, and quietly straddled his arms, looking at him.
"You're quite tyrannical," Sang Yan was blocked from her sight, lowered her eyes, and said slowly, "Don't let me drink, smoke, drink ice water, stay up all night, and now don't let me play games?"
Wen Yifan looked at him for a while.
Sang Yan grabbed her wrist and gently rubbed her fingertips on it.
The next moment, Wen Yifan's other hand suddenly hooked his neck. She bit his lip, the tip of her tongue poked in and hooked his tongue, her movements seemed a little jerky.
As if confirming something.
She took the initiative to send herself up, and suddenly came to disturb his mind in the middle of the night.
Sang Yan paused and let her kiss. His eyes darkened, he pressed her wrist to his chest, and kissed back in accordance with his desire.
The man's lips and teeth are filled with the breath of mint, and the strength of the kiss seems to be aggressive and extremely rude. As if to swallow her into the stomach, there is a swallowing sound that seems like nothing.
In this quiet room, dullness spreads.
Very ambiguous.
Her lips were numb from his sucking.
He could feel his fingertips sliding down the back of her neck, down to her back and waist. He stopped at the hem of her clothes and poked inside.
It feels a little itchy to the touch.
Wen Yifan couldn't help biting the tip of his tongue.
"What?" Sang Yan let go of her, her breath was a little darker, and there was a smile in her words, "You want to bite me and bleed again?"
"… "
The man has black hair and black eyes, his chin is slightly raised, and his lips are red. His words and deeds seemed to be bewitching.
"Warm and frost."
Wen Yifan stared at his eyebrows without blinking. It felt like my heart was empty, and my ears were disconnected. The boundless fear almost surrounded her, and the man in front of her seemed to be leaving her in the next moment.
She just wanted to keep him, she just wanted to be closer to him.
"Um."
"You redeemed me, and you just sit still and don't want to do anything else?"
"… "
Sang Yan's fingertips continued to probe upwards, twirling gently, and flirted with her in a provocative tone.
"For example, let me serve you?"