What kind of experience is it to say bad things about someone and be caught on the spot
Guilt and embarrassment, goose bumps spread from the bottom of the feet to the whole body from top to bottom.
Wen Li couldn't help but be thankful that she didn't say anything more exaggerated in order to promote her charm.
Under Song Yan's sight, she clearly realized that she was wrong, her lips curled down, and she was clearly close to him, but she was forced to be blind, her eyeballs turned around, and she didn't dare to look directly at him.
Bo Sen on the phone obviously didn't expect to be caught teasing his brother with his sister, and laughed awkwardly.
"Ayan, you're back home haha, where did you go when you came back so late? It's inhumane to leave such a flowery girl like me alone at home."
Song Yan said lightly: "I don't come home so late, how can I create a chance for you to chat?"
Person: "...you see what you said."
Wen Li couldn't bear it anymore, and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it just a chat..."
Song Yan: "Then I'm leaving? You continue to chat."
After speaking, he stretched his arms, straightened his waist, moved away from her, and planned to get off the bed.
Seeing that he was really going to leave, Wen Li was anxious, and quickly grabbed his arm: "Don't go, don't go."
When she pulled, Song Yan lost his support, half of his body pressed down on her, and Wen Li didn't hide, seeing his whole face suddenly enlarged in front of her eyes, and then bumped into him firmly.
Wen Li's facial features immediately wrinkled into a ball, covered her lips, and couldn't help but groaned twice in pain.
Song Yan's entire upper lip was reddened, and the pain invaded. He pressed his fingers and kneaded his lips, frowning tightly, unable to speak.
Because of Wen Li's subconscious cry, Bo Sen on the phone immediately lost his mind.
"Hello? What are you two doing? The phone hasn't hung up yet. I'm still here. Be careful?"
"Hey, hey? You two aren't really doing anything behind my back, are you?"
Wen Li didn't want to explain more to Bo Sen, so she directly cut off the phone with one free hand. Without Bo Sen's nagging, the air suddenly became silent.
They have kissed countless times, and they are very familiar with the feeling of their lips touching, but this is only the second time that it has been so intense, except for the accident in high school.
Wen Li saw that his upper lip was red, and she became flustered childishly like before.
Song Yan pursed her lips, and didn't have the time to worry about talking on the phone while she was not at home, so she said softly to her, "Take your hands away, and I'll see if there is any bruise."
"I, I'll go to the bathroom by myself."
Wen Li shrank back a few times, then jumped up from the bed and ran to the bathroom.
Song Yan stared blankly at her hiding in the bathroom like a rabbit, lowered her eyes, just now she knocked a little hard, and there was still a faint tingling feeling on her mouth, he unconsciously put his hand on his lips, and his deep eyes flickered Looking at the flickering light, he let out a muffled laugh against his red and swollen lips.
It's not because I like to be abused, and I can still laugh when my lips are red, but I think of something else.
At that time, Wen Li accidentally kissed him, and Wen Li ran away like the wind, leaving him alone in a daze. He avoided him for the first few days, but then he recovered, and continued to be heartless all day long. wandering in front of him.
Song Yan was in a daze until the cell phone in his pocket rang.
It was Bosen calling.
Just now Wen Li forcibly cut off the phone, letting the seed of doubt in his heart continue to grow and germinate. In order to satisfy his strong curiosity about the couple, he didn't care if he would disturb them, so he just called again and again. Called over.
Song Yan's tone was not very good: "Is there something wrong?"
"There's still time to answer my call. It seems that I'm not there." Bo Sen let out a sigh of relief with understanding and disappointment, and his mood was quite complicated. "I thought you were really tired to that extent."
Song Yan hummed coldly: "Hang up, and don't call me later at night."
Bo Sen snorted twice, with a funny tone, and explained to himself: "I rely on you, right? Are you really jealous? Please, Ah Yan, even if she is your wife, you two are in love now, let me say first Congratulations, but she is still my baby, so what if I call her? Besides, you also know that there is no way we two have anything to do, it doesn't matter to me whether she is a woman or not. "
After talking a lot, Song Yanquan ignored it, sighed, and said calmly: "I didn't doubt what you guys were doing, but I was narrow-minded, can I understand it?"
"..."
This person is so frank, Bo Sen will not know how to answer for a while.
"Then you can't hurt the innocent." Posen said dully, "You also deliberately emphasized that your wife and I are a former fiancée. When you two got married, I didn't blame you for robbing my fiancée..."
Song Yan didn't speak, Bo Sen thought he hung up the phone, and he fed him a few times before he heard the man's low-pitched response.
"Well, I'm listening." The man paused and said, "Sorry."
Originally, this inexplicable triangular relationship was very strange, but now that Song Yan apologized, Bo Sen suddenly became dumb.
He and Wen Li are childhood sweethearts, and they are good brothers who wear the same pair of trousers with Song Yan. When they first heard the news that Song Yan and Wen Li were going to get married, they felt awkward everywhere. Several people in the know teased him, saying that he The corner was raised, but Bo Sen knew in his heart that there was no so-called relationship between him and that girl Wen Li. Even if he had a little affection for that girl when he was young because of her appearance, he was quickly pinched by her bad personality. Went out.
In the eyes of everyone, they are a triangle relationship, only the three parties know, it is not so, even though his brother and his little Qingmei are married, he is not alienated from these two people, and get along as before.
"It's okay, I'm just kidding, how long has passed, I'm not as narrow-minded as you." Bo Sen laughed twice, and said haha, "Don't be jealous of such trivial things in the future, that girl is more than I once had a fiancé, I heard people say that when she was six or seven years old, her grandfather appointed her a fiancé, and then they broke up again for some reason, so I put it on my top bag. To put it bluntly, I am A stand-in. So Ah Yan, think about it, no matter how many fiancés your wife had, you are her only one now."
Song Yan laughed softly.
As soon as he heard him laugh, Bo Sen immediately felt relieved. Now their friendship was stabilized, and most importantly, they finally managed to coax the major shareholder Song of Boshi Media.
Bo Sen immediately changed the subject: "By the way, what were you two doing just now? I heard that girl... yell, what's wrong with her?"
"It's okay, I accidentally bumped into it."
"Where did you hit it? It's so miserable, is it serious? Is it disfigured? Both of you rely on your face for food."
Rory is talking.
Song Yan replied concisely: "Mouth."
"Oh mouth." Then he suddenly realized something was wrong, and his tone immediately changed, "... huh? Mouth?"
Song Yan sighed: "Accident."
Bo Sen laughed meaningfully twice, and his tone returned to the idle state: "A Yan, I remember when you were in high school, you seemed to have this kind of accident with a girl once, and your mouth was bleeding. I was out of my mind for a few days, and I saw you washing the quilt secretly that morning... I asked you who that girl was, and you pretended to be dumb with me, just because I was curious, I guessed all the girls in the class , You just don’t tell me who I am, and it makes me feel uncomfortable.”
Song Yan covered his forehead, twitched the corner of his mouth and asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable now? How about I tell you?"
"No need, I'm not interested in knowing now, oh yes, let me tell you one more thing, don't be jealous, that girl called me tonight to inquire about your high school. But don't worry, brother, I am the most loyal, and I didn't tell her about it, so she won't know." Bo Sen smirked twice, and said in a drawn-out tone, "A Yan, you can rest assured that you Keep that pure first love in your heart and miss it forever.”
"..."
"I've been in the bathroom for half an hour. If I don't go out, I will be accused of messing around in the bathroom." Boyson said, "Bye bye brother."
The phone is hung up.
When Bo Sen returned to the private room, he was indeed teased by a few cronies about kidnapping a younger sister to go to the bathroom secretly.
"Wow, Boss Boss is amazing!"
Today's game is a treat for Bo Sen, and as the boss of Boshi Media, he called a few friends from the circle to come and play.
"By the way, Song Yan didn't come over tonight?"
"Do you think he has been here before?" Bo Sen leaned on the sofa, with one hand resting on the backrest and the other hand holding the wine glass, "I'm at home with my wife in an idol drama, I don't have time."
Several friends laughed.
"That's right, if I want to have a wife as beautiful as Wen Li, I would also like to accompany my wife to play idol dramas at home every day."
"Fart you, just you? Even if you marry a fairy and come back, you can't control your hungry lower body."
"Can Song Yan control me? Don't double-standard."
Bo Sen drank a lot of wine, got drunk, and snorted twice: "Our President Song is an innocent boy who can lose his mind for days after an accidental kiss with a girl. Can you compare with him?"
The man who compared himself to Song Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.
"Fuck, isn't it? Such an idol drama plot."
"Yeah, it's just not as beautiful as idol dramas." Bo Sen thought about it, "At that time, the skin was scratched and bleeding."
The friend scoffed: "Sure enough, idol dramas are all about deceiving little girls."
Bo Sen groaned, and laughed again: "It's not all, at least it must be true, because the blood from his mouth at that time was not as red as his ears."
"Wow, wow, does his wife know about his innocent past?"
"I definitely don't know." Bo Sen put his index finger on his lips mysteriously, "so keep it a secret for him."
"clear."
A group of people made fun of Song Yan again, the general friendship game is like this, anyone who didn't come will expose the fault.
Bo Sen felt that he couldn't reveal too much, or Song Yan would threaten him to withdraw his shares if he knew about it, so he yelled at his friends to change the subject.
It's no fun talking around one person all the time, so a few people talked about something else.
"It's a pity, Song Yan didn't come today, and his wife Wen Li didn't come either. I finally got an appointment with her boss. I thought it would be fun for the boss and the artist to sit together."
Bo Sen's posture of drinking with his head up was suddenly stuck, and he asked in a daze, "Who are you dating?"
"Zhang Churui, the boss of Jiarui Entertainment, don't you know him?"
More than knowing each other, how could the ex-girlfriend not know each other
Bo Sen immediately put down his wine glass and walked outside.
"I have an early meeting tomorrow, so I'll go back to bed first."
"You have a fart morning meeting, didn't you invite us out! Said that you're going to drink until your kidneys fail tonight, Bo Sen! Boss!"
As soon as he walked out of the box, he bumped into Zhang Churui who was rushing over for the appointment.
The woman was still wearing neatly tailored business attire, sunglasses, and flaming red lips. When she saw that the person she bumped into was Bo Sen, she immediately frowned in disgust and said in a sarcasm, "What? Knowing that I have nothing to lose in this life, I hurried to cast One child?"
"..."
Why are all the women he met like this, Kong has a beautiful appearance, and her personality is worse than the other, childhood sweethearts are like this, and ex-girlfriends are also like this.
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The bar nightlife has just started, and people who have to go to work early the next morning are distressed at home at this time.
Wen Li, who was hiding in the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror and carefully checked whether her mouth was bleeding or swollen. She was going to record outdoors with the program group tomorrow, and she couldn't get hurt.
But fortunately, they all closed their mouths tightly when they hit it, blocking the hard teeth, so they were not injured, and the swelling should subside after sleeping.
After confirming that the skin was not broken, Wen Li planned to go out.
Holding the doorknob of the bathroom, she suddenly became confused as to why she ran just now.
Is it because you think about the past
In fact, it was not a big deal, but one time Wen Li had a quarrel with a friend and skipped class from school to find Bo Sen at the school next door. She sent him a text message in advance. When she came back after class, she insisted on not listening, and let him skip class too, waiting for her to come over in the classroom.
When we got to his classroom, there was really only one person in the classroom.
It's still Brother Bosen who treats her well.
Wen Li was suddenly moved. She felt that even though she always quarreled with him, he was still very kind to her. If she asked him to skip class, he really did.
Immediately, she burst into tears, her eyes were wet, and she could see everything blurry. Seeing the thin and tall figure sitting in front of the desk, the setting sun coming in from outside the classroom fell on him, and she leaned against the back of the classroom She stood against the wall and began to complain loudly to Person about her friend.
They quarreled fiercely, but Wen Li didn't remember the reason for the quarrel. She only remembered that she was really angry at that time. She was so angry that she had a big fight with her friends, and threatened to break up the relationship. hate swear.
"If you break up the relationship, break it up! I will never apologize to her! I will never let her use my shower gel again! Next time my idol comes to Yancheng for a concert, even if I sell the ticket to scalpers, I won't give it to her!"
After she had cried enough, she was not so angry anymore, and wiped her tears with her sleeve indiscriminately, and began to blame Bo Sen.
"Hey, I've been crying for so long, you don't even know how to pass me a tissue!"
The boy who had been sitting on the seat finally stood up, walked over, and handed her a tissue.
She blew her nose hard with a tissue, and when her nose was clear, she finally raised her head and said, "Brother Bosen, you're better for me..."
Then, before the syllable of the word "good" was finished, she was suddenly frightened by the person in front of her. Apart from being similar in height and build, and wearing the same school uniform, she had a completely different appearance from Bo Sen.
With a handsome and clean face, she rarely looked directly at him, but she was very familiar with the indifference in Song Yan's eyes.
She opened her mouth and couldn't say a word.
Damn, it's so embarrassing, I really want to die.
"..."
"..."
Both of them didn't speak, and they didn't know what to say to break the current suffocating situation. The long silence made the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly a bit colder.
Said so many messy trivial things in front of an unfamiliar person, and cried with snot and tears, and asked him fiercely to hand him a tissue.
Wen Li was too embarrassed to speak, Song Yan pursed her lips and said softly, "...don't cry."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Wen Li became even more embarrassed.
She wanted to run, but at this time the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and suddenly there were many voices in the corridor. She hurriedly wiped away her tears, for fear of being seen by others.
"What should I do, I will die laughing..."
She turned around in a hurry, the corridors were full of "prisoners" who had been liberated from the classroom, and it was not right to leave at this time, or not to leave.
Song Yan frowned and pulled her behind the door.
"You hide here first."
"Can you hide? I didn't even hide behind doors when I played hide-and-seek with people in elementary school! This is too mentally handicapped, I will definitely be found, and you, Brother Bosen? Why are you in the classroom? I warn You are not allowed to tell anyone!"
At this time, Wen Li still didn't forget to complain. The more nervous she became, the more talkative she became, and she kept talking non-stop.
She was really good at talking, and Song Yan was a dull gourd at that time, which didn't fit her aura.
Maybe because she was unhappy with her noisy, Song Yan bent down and looked at Wen Li at the same level, with a bit of threat in his eyes: "Junior girl, shut up."
"… oh."
Rebellious like Wen Li, for some reason, suddenly shut up.
At this time, the back door of the classroom was suddenly kicked open from the outside, Song Yan was hit hard on the back of the head, he groaned in pain, and leaned forward, Wen Li couldn't react in time, wanted to catch him but wanted to push him away He, in just a few seconds, the heads of the two bumped into each other.
"Yeah? Where are you? Haven't come back yet?"
The culprit who kicked the door outside the door glanced in, then ran away to find someone.
The pain hit instantly, and Wen Li didn't have time to think about anything. She just felt that her teeth were about to be knocked out, and squatted on the ground in pain, covering her mouth and not speaking.
Song Yan was also in pain, but he could bear it better than Wen Li, so he wouldn't be so painful that he squatted on the ground. He smelled a little rust on the tip of his nose, touched his lips, and sure enough, he felt blood.
Wen Li originally wanted to swear, but seeing Song Yan's mouth bleeding from being hit by her teeth, she couldn't swear anymore.
When the pain passed, intense embarrassment took over the brain.
Wen Li put oil on the soles of her feet, and ran away without saying a word.
Song Yan pressed his broken lips, and was thrown in place like this in a mess in the wind. Finally, when he could react, he went back to the dormitory alone to treat the wound before his classmates returned to the classroom.
After that, she slowed down and put the matter behind her.
As for whether Song Yan would forget or not, that was out of her consideration.
Because the memory was inexplicably brought back, her mind was not in reality, and after washing, taking a shower and going to bed, she was in a daze. Wen Li kept thinking about what happened in high school.
Song Yan obviously had something on his mind, and when the lights were completely turned off, they lay on the same bed, and the two of them shared the same bed with different dreams, each absent-minded.
Wen Li’s necessary activity before going to bed today—playing with her mobile phone—has not been carried out. She seems to be entangled with dense vines all the time. It’s all because of those netizens. It’s been so long. Then pay attention. She called Bo Sen, if it wasn't for this, she wouldn't think of the past over and over again.
"Why didn't you play with your phone today?"
Song Yan's voice sounded from behind, but before she could react, his hand stretched out from under the quilt and gently wrapped her arms around her waist.
"Ah." Only then did she realize that she was going to sleep without playing with her mobile phone. She blinked her eyes and said deliberately, "Isn't this because I made you angry with Brother Bosen? Don't dare to play anymore."
Song Yan laughed twice.
Wen Li knew that his excuses were poor, and he really wasn't that easy to deceive.
But in the next second, the man lowered his head and buried his head in the socket of her neck, his warm and calm breath gently hitting her skin.
"Let's play, I'm not angry anymore."
Wen Li slapped him sideways, a little surprised in her heart, but she made a mistake, and reached out to touch the back of his head with a somewhat smug tone.
"Mr. Song, aren't you really angry? You are so narrow-minded."
Song Yan sighed slowly, and after a while, hummed lightly.
As proud as Wen Li, only others have always accommodated and cared for her, and the slight instinct of maternal love in her heart was suddenly stimulated by this man.
She finally understood why some men and girlfriends acted like a baby to her, and even gave her life to others.
Wen Li pondered for a long time, then explained clumsily: "Although I had a marriage contract with Brother Bosen, I have no relationship with him. We are brothers and sisters." It is also very ambiguous to call brother and sister, so he changed his words, "No, he and I are friends, 24K pure friendship."
This is the first time for her to explain her relationship with other people of the opposite sex. She didn't want to explain, but her arrogance was overcome by the thought of not wanting Song Yan to be misunderstood. cool down.
Song Yan held her arm tighter again, and responded softly: "I know."
"Really, if you still mind, I'll call him in the future and tell him in front of your face." She swallowed, and asked, "At least we've known each other for so many years, you have to allow me to contact him occasionally Bar?"
Song Yan refused: "No."
"Ah..." Wen Li complained in a low voice, "It's so tight."
Even Bo Sen didn't allow her to contact her, so would she not be allowed to act with other actors in the future, and eventually she would not be allowed to film, and she would be locked up at home every day, right
This is definitely not possible, she is a person with career pursuits.
Just as Wen Li was thinking wildly, Song Yan smiled, stretched out his hand from under the quilt, and rubbed her head.
"Kidding."
Wen Li was confused, and frowned and asked, "Then can I still contact Brother Baisen in the future?"
Song Yan: "Yes."
"Cut." Song Yan said yes, but Wen Li suddenly became less satisfied, "So generous, it seems that you don't like me much."
This time Song Yan was confused, and said dumbfoundingly: "You girl is really..."
"Don't call me Brother Bosen, you're so greasy." Wen Li curled her lips in disgust, and said, "Don't we have a special address?"
"Teacher Wen?"
"no."
"School girl?"
"It's close, just two words away."
Song Yan understood, and said softly, "Sister Ah Li."
"Yeah." Wen Li nodded in satisfaction, hesitated for a long time, and asked, "Have you read the discussion on the Internet?"
"What discussion?"
"It's about your first love." Wen Li felt embarrassed to say these two words suddenly, and stammered, "Of course I'm not the kind of gossip person, but I think you really didn't like anyone at that time. If you have to say that there is someone you like...Brother Posen?"
Although both Song Yan and Bo Sen had clearly clarified their sexual orientation to her, she still felt that if Song Yan really liked someone at that time, it would only be Bo Sen who was with him day and night.
Sure enough, Song Yan didn't understand her guess: "How could it be him."
She immediately asked the next sentence: "Who is that?"
Song Yan didn't speak.
Wen Li's heart tightened: "Really?" She was a little disappointed, but more of a complaint, "What happened to Bo Sen? He didn't find out when he was with you every day? This trash."
Song Yan said, "You didn't realize it either, you fool."
"Me? What does it matter to me? You ignored me back then, so I don't care who you like." Wen Li snorted, but still couldn't help asking him, "Then you and her?" Are you in love?"
"No."
"Why didn't you talk about it?"
"She doesn't know I like her."
"Huh? Didn't you tell her?"
"Um."
"Why didn't you tell her?" Wen Li said, "You don't seem like that kind of awkward person."
He smiled and laughed at himself, "Sister, I'm afraid."
"What are you afraid of?"
"Don't ask." Song Yan said in a light tone, "Okay?"
He once mustered up the courage to confess his feelings to the girl he likes. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he didn't understand love or romance. The first throbbing was flustered and unbearable.
The panic and evasion every time his eyes meet are interpreted as disgust and disdain for her, but the person he likes is a thick line, and she won't understand unless he tells her clearly, so he imitates those old-fashioned words in the book. Candles were placed in the empty square, and the love formed by the faint candlelight seemed to bring him confidence.
It was not her who came to the appointment, but another man.
The young man got out of the car and walked towards him. Song Yan couldn't help but look behind him to see if the person he was waiting for came.
"Don't look for it." Wen Yan said indifferently, "She didn't come."
Eighteen-year-old Song Yan was not a happy person, he was restrained and silent. After hearing the news, he just lowered his head, hiding his disappointment and loneliness in his eyes.
He didn't want to remember every word Wen Yan said to him afterwards, but he kept remembering.
"You and my niece had a marriage contract, but that is no longer counted. In order to compensate you and your parents, my father subsidized you to study in the Mainland. The purpose is not to renew your relationship. With your current ability, you You can't give her the conditions we ask you to give her."
"Study hard, my father only supports you until you graduate from college."
Later, Wen Yan called the cleaning staff to clean up the burnt candles on the ground. Song Yan arranged them one by one, and the cleaning staff swiped the broom, and nothing was left.
What was his mood at that time
Humiliation, anger, grief, powerlessness and sadness.
After finally building up the courage, he let go of his self-restraint and arrogance, and in the end he didn't even have his self-esteem left.
She didn't come, maybe she didn't know, maybe she knew, but she just used this method to reject him in disguise.
The worst plan in his mind was to be rejected in person.
But she didn't even come.
After so many years, Song Yan never forgot.
He dared not, nor was he willing, to tell him the unspeakable thoughts of a young man in the past.
That was not a good memory, Song Yan didn't want to tell her, there was no need to use the past to ask her to make up for her guilt and sadness.
There is nothing wrong with the girl he likes, it's just that he doesn't like him.
As long as the ending is good, it is enough for him to get what he wants now, those bad memories, let it pass.
"Okay, I won't ask, I won't ask."
Wen Li compromised with him on the lips, but secretly made up her mind in her heart.
If you don't tell me, I will go to your school to look for it tomorrow.
I'm going to take that damned girl out, take her to her house, and scold her severely.