The dance performed by Wen Yifan was not long, the total duration was only about three or four minutes. As the music stopped, so did her last movement.
After being frozen in place for a few seconds, Wen Yifan put away his posture and bowed to the audience. It was only now that she could free up her energy to look at her table, and instantly found Sang Yan in the crowd.
Wen Yifan gasped lightly and blinked.
After stepping down, Wen Yifan quickly returned to his position.
Sang Yan stared at her sideways.
Wen Yifan was wearing make-up on his face, and there were small diamonds under the corners of his eyes, which looked shiny. After other colleagues said a few compliments to her, she looked at Sang Yan and said, "When did you come?"
"Before your show started." Sang Yan pulled her coat on the back of the chair and put it on her, "What's the matter with your clothes? Can you use less cloth?"
"..." Wen Yifan couldn't help laughing, "That's how it looks good."
Sang Yan didn't speak, she helped her to adjust her coat, neither light nor heavy.
Wen Yifan sat obediently, waiting for his next words, but he didn't hear another word from him for a long time. Not knowing if he was thinking about his words, she waited for a while and reminded, "Why don't you comment on my performance."
"Didn't you just tell me you can't dance?" Sang Yan poured a glass of water and put it in her hand again, her expression was flat, and her compliments seemed a bit sloppy, "It's not a good dance."
"I practiced for a long time," Wen Yifan said honestly, "I still dance very amateurishly."
"This is an amateur." Sang Yan didn't know what her standard was. She rested her elbows on the edge of the table, propped her face in profile, and kept her eyes on her. "Also, it's not cold to dance in such a little dress in winter?"
Wen Yifan shook his head: "There is heating."
After that, Sang Yan didn't mention her dancing again.
Wen Yifan suddenly felt that this man was extremely ruthless.
She comforted herself, dancing well should be considered a good evaluation.
the next period of time.
Wen Yifan could notice from the corner of his eye that Sang Yan never took his eyes off her. Too many times, she turned to look at him, a little puzzled: "Don't you watch the show?"
Sang Yan raised her eyebrows a little and hummed neatly.
"… "
He felt that he was really not interested in these things, and Wen Yifan didn't force him. But she was afraid that he would be bored, so she could only watch the show for a while, and then took the time to talk to him for a while.
Sang Yan responded, playing with her fingers carelessly.
Before the end of the party is the awards ceremony.
Wen Yifan's show won the second place in the Personality Award with a bonus of 3,000 yuan. Her main purpose was to surprise Sang Yan, but she never thought that she could win an award at her level.
Wen Yifan directly stuffed it to Sang Yan after he came back from the stage with the red envelope.
Sang Yan looked at her: "Why did you give it to me?"
"I originally wanted to show you the dance." Wen Yifan's eyes curved down, and his eyes seemed to be filled with dazzling light, and he was very frank, "So I should give it to you when I get the bonus."
"..." Sang Yan never thought that she would be spoiled by this girl one day. After a long pause, he suddenly laughed, "Okay. I'll take it then."
Before leaving the building, Wen Yifan wanted to change his dance dress and go home.
Unexpectedly, Sang Yan was uncharacteristically and did not let her change. He wrapped his long coat around her, covering every corner of her body tightly, and then pulled her into the car.
Wen Yifan didn't think too much about it, he just thought he was bored after staying for too long and wanted to go home earlier.
in the car.
Wen Yifan's nose was slightly frozen red, he stroked the hem of his skirt and looked in the direction of Sang Yan. Once she became alone, she began to feel that his response was too perfunctory.
Really looks like a scumbag.
Wen Yifan mentioned it again: "This is the New Year's gift I gave you in advance."
Sang Yan took time to glance at her and replied casually, "I see."
Wen Yifan: "..."
But it doesn't seem to need much response.
After all, Sang Yan was not too good at talking.
After thinking about it again, Wen Yifan felt that he shouldn't be so stingy, and his mood was no longer affected by this. Not long after, she remembered another thing, calculated the time, and asked, "By the way, when is the best time for us to move?"
Sang Yan had mentioned to her before that after the house contract expired, the two would move to his house that had been set on fire before.
At that time, Wen Yifan reacted with hindsight.
His house has been renovated for two years, and Sang Yan has not said that he will move.
Sang Yan replied lightly: "When do you want to move?"
"If you move before March, then wait until the next year?" Wen Yifan glanced at him and said softly, "I should have a little free time then."
"Row."
Thinking of contacting the moving company to pack up, Wen Yifan thought it was a big project. At this time, Sang Yan added another sentence: "Just pack your luggage, you don't need to worry about anything else."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan paused, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Okay."
Once this was decided, Wen Yifan remembered what happened a long time ago. At that time, because of her sleepwalking behavior, Sang Yan said that she would live until she paid the debt to him.
But he didn't say exactly how to pay it back.
"By the way, the debt you asked me to repay before—" But Wen Yifan didn't know if he remembered it, and continued, "It seems that we haven't settled it yet?"
Be quiet for a moment.
Sang Yan said calmly.
I can't see the meaning of this reaction, Wen Yifan felt that he had long forgotten and didn't care too much. Soon the car drove to the parking lot, and the two got out of the car and went home.
Wen Yifan took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack beside him. He just took off his shoes and wanted to take a shower.
Suddenly.
Sang Yan suddenly hugged her waist from behind, pressed her body down, and pushed her whole body against the door. It seemed to be suppressed for a long time, the movement was heavy, and it fit closely with her body.
She was caught off guard and turned back subconsciously.
Sang Yan's hot lips had already landed on the back of her neck, moving down her bare skin. His voice was very low, as if speaking in an air voice: "Don't let me judge?"
"… "
While speaking, Sang Yan reached up with the other hand and gently rubbed it with the pulp of her fingers. He bit her butterfly bone, as if to vent his lust, and his strength seemed rude.
The tutu was close to the body, and with this movement, Wen Yifan tilted her neck back and outlined her curves clearly. She felt itchy and faintly painful: "How can you bite someone."
Sang Yan ignored it and continued this ambiguous and erotic action. After a long time, he straightened up, rubbed the tip of his nose lightly against her hair, nibbled at the bone of her ear, and spoke to her ear.
"...I want to hide you."
The moment I saw her from the stage.
I just want to take her back to my own world and hide all the light on her in my arms so that no one else can see it. But she felt that she should look like this in the eyes of everyone.
With radiant light.
Before Wen Yifan could react, his body softened into a mess because of his actions. She felt Sang Yan's hand kneading her body, pulled the pantyhose down, panted a little and said, "Can't pull..."
She looked at him again, and met him in the dark with hidden fire eyes.
Sang Yan's appearance is tough, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and when he doesn't speak, he appears indifferent and arrogant. The lips are thin and the curvature is straight. At this time, there is affection in the eyes, and the cold feeling inexplicably brings a little desire.
"Why not?"
His movements became more and more arrogant, touching every sensitive position of hers.
"Conjoined," Wen Yifan felt like his body was floating in mid-air, and a layer of water vapor gradually floated in his eyes, trying to keep his voice steady and holding back his whimper, "...it will break."
Staring at her appearance, Sang Yan kissed her lips uncontrollably, the tip of her tongue touched her, and entangled with her.
Accompanied by vague words: "Then you teach me."
When he was in a state of confusion, he seemed to suddenly understand the reason why Sang Yan didn't let her take off her skirt. An idea flashed in Wen Yifan's mind for a moment, but he immediately dragged him into the affair.
Wen Yifan felt that he was carrying him, and willingly peeled himself away little by little.
Then donate.
Sang Yan's body slammed into it, with full possessiveness and a very clear sentence.
"It's time to pay off the debt."
…
This time, probably because of her body, Sang Yan was not as unrestrained as the night before, but her strength was heavier than all the previous ones. After that, Wen Yifan was carried to the bathroom by him and cleaned up.
Before going to sleep, Wen Yifan felt dazedly that Sang Yan seemed to drop a kiss on her forehead.
I don't know if he heard it wrong or something else, but he seemed to come up with a sentence.
"—Dance to me when you get married."
This year, Wen Yifan's New Year's holiday is still from the first day of the new year to the third day of the new year. On New Year's Eve, after she got off work, she was taken home by Sang Yan, and he called her to pack some clothes and luggage.
Sang Yan watched her tidy up and said, "I stayed for three nights in the past."
Wen Yifan nodded.
"I haven't told my parents that you want to stay." Sang Yan rubbed her head hard and said casually, "If you're not used to it, just tell me. We'll come back to sleep after the New Year's Eve dinner."
Wen Yifan tore off his hand: "You messed up your hair."
"Listen to me." Sang Yan was extremely vile, put her hand back again, and continued to ruffle her hair, "Why did you pay attention to the hairstyle, do you have a conscience?"
Wen Yifan raised his eyes, and also stood on tiptoe and rubbed his hair vigorously.
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows.
Wen Yifan muttered, "You are so naive."
Don't let him do what he doesn't do.
As soon as she made a move, Sang Yan stopped. In turn, he helped her straighten her hair, thinking it was funny: "Who is naive?"
Wen Yifan also slowly stopped. Thinking of her previous words, she thought for a while and asked, "If I go to live at your house, where will I sleep?"
Sang Yan glanced at her: "Sleep in the same room with my sister."
Wen Yifan nodded immediately, "That's fine."
"..." She agreed so quickly this time, and Sang Yan inexplicably began to feel unhappy again, "No, do you have something to say to that kid? Wouldn't you like to share a room with me?"
"Yes." Wen Yifan's voice was gentle, directly ignoring the question of "happy or not", and began to worry, "But—"
"how?"
"I'm a little afraid that I'll sleepwalk," Wen Yifan said. "What can I do if I'm scared."
"..." Sang Yan stared at her, thinking that the girl was like a scumbag, and said coldly, "We've lived together for so long, why don't you see you for fear of scaring me."
Wen Yifan also looked at him.
Look at each other for three seconds.
Wen Yifan looked away and continued to put his clothes into the bag: "Then I can't do anything about it." "… "
Afraid that Sang Yan's parents would wait too long, Wen Yifan didn't spend much time cleaning up, and it was quickly sorted out. After going out and getting into Sang Yan's car, she felt nervous after realizing it, and she was restless the whole time.
Probably sensing her emotions, Sang Yan said casually, "Don't worry."
Wen Yifan: "Huh?"
"My parents will only thank you," Sang Yan said, "for letting me find someone."
"… "
Because I heard Sang Yan mention similar things many times, this time Wen Yifan couldn't hold back and asked, "Why are you uncle and aunt in such a hurry to find a partner for you? You are only 26 years old, and you are not too old, I feel It's early."
She doesn't think it's too late to get married before the age of 35.
"The better the conditions, the harder it is to find," Sang Yan looked arrogant and arrogant, "Understand?"
"… "
Wen Yifan got used to his appearance, and stopped talking, thinking about what to say after he came to the door for a while. Fearing that she would make a bad impression, she began to take out the memorandum again, and began to beat all kinds of remarks like a manuscript.
Taking advantage of the green light, Sang Yan looked in her direction.
Noticing what was on her screen, he bent his lower lip without interrupting her.
It didn't take long to arrive at the downstairs of Sang Yan's house.
Wen Yifan went to the trunk of the car to pick up the gift he bought, thinking in his heart of the manuscript he just wrote in the car. Her face was as usual, and she wanted to appear as calm and calm as usual.
Leave a good impression on Sang Yeon's parents.
Sang Yan looked at her with interest.
The two took the elevator upstairs.
Sang Yeon took out the key from his pocket. Glancing at her tightly pursed lips, he squeezed her fingertips and reassured: "Okay, don't be nervous. I'll set off your image."
"..." Wen Yifan didn't understand what he said.
Opening the door, Wen Yifan followed Sang Yan in.
It was bright and spacious inside, and as soon as he entered the entrance, Wen Yifan could see Sang Zhi sitting on the sofa watching TV. Hearing the movement, she turned her head and laughed immediately, revealing two pear eddies on her lips.
Sang Zhi obediently shouted, "Sister Yifan."
Wen Yifan also greeted her with a smile.
Sang Yan looked at her and said coolly, "Didn't you see me?"
Sang Zhi didn't hear it, she patted the seat next to her, and said to Wen Yifan enthusiastically, "Sister Yifan, sit here."
"… "
The next moment, Sang Yan's parents also came out of the kitchen.
Wen Yifan had met Sang Yan's mother Li Ping, not only on the night of the fireworks show, but also on the two times when they were rumored to be in a puppy love and called their parents. Li Ping came from Sang Yan's side.
But Wen Yifan didn't know if she still remembered herself.
Maybe Sang Yan mentioned it to them in advance, and Li Ping laughed and shouted, "Is Fan?"
Wen Yifan nodded hurriedly: "Yes, uncle and aunty, Happy New Year." Then, she handed over the greeting gift she brought: "This is the New Year's gift I prepared for you."
Li Ping wiped her hands on the apron, took it, and said with extremely gentle eyes, "Just come over next time, don't bring gifts. Sit down for a while, my uncle and I will make it right away, and you can eat."
Wen Yifan took the initiative: "I'll help you."
Sang Yan's father, Sang Rong, said, "No, it's almost done. You just watch TV for a while."
His own son, Sang Yan, who had been ignored during the whole process, didn't seem to care.
Sang Yan froze as soon as she made a sound.
The two elders did not speak.
Sang Zhi was like a melon eater, watching the play from the side.
I don't know why the atmosphere is like this.
Wen Yifan inexplicably thought of the fact that Sang Yan was scolded every time he called home. Especially during the time when he was injured, she even heard Li Ping say very angry on the phone: "If I don't come back, I will have another one with your father."
Sang Yan also said a little: "Okay, I really want to have another brother."
"… "
Wen Yifan subconsciously looked in Sang Yan's direction, and then looked at Sang's parents again.
When thinking about whether to say something out loud.
Li Ping's smile restrained a little, and looked at Sang Yan up and down: "Yes."
Sang Rong seemed to have cooperated with Li Ping ahead of time, as if there had been a backlog of opinions on him for a long time. He walked over and supported Sang Yan's shoulder, raised his hand and opened the door of the entrance: "Let's go back to your place."
"… "