Chapter 55

This year's Spring Festival is later than usual.

One evening near New Year's Eve, Wen Yifan made an appointment with Zhong Siqiao for dinner in advance. Zhong Siqiao has already started his holiday. Today he just came to Shangan to meet her.

After work, Wen Yifan takes a round with Zhong Siqiao downstairs.

They haven't seen each other for almost two months.

Because after half a winter, Zhong Siqiao's complexion was whiter than before. She cut her hair short and had a little curl at the end. She looked in a good mood.

They chose a hot pot shop nearby.

Wen Yifan scalded the dishes and chopsticks with boiling water, and his thoughts were a little floating.

Gradually I think back to the meal when Xiang Lang just came back to China. At that time, Zhong Siqiao casually said that Wen Yifan would always be scalded by boiling water, so they did not dare to let her touch the boiling water.

Sonyan seemed to have heard that.

At this time, Zhong Siqiao said: "by the way, when you refused sang Yan in high school, will he go over the old accounts with you now?"

Wen Yifan said, "he didn't mention it."

"Doesn't he mind?"

“……” Wen Yifan shook his head, "I don't know."

"He should not be so mean. I'm still curious. After you're with Sang Yan, is he still like he used to be? " Zhong Siqiao asked, "every day stinks the face, drags the sky appearance."

No bad face.

Yes, that's a drag, but it seems a little gentle.

Wen Yifan gave a regular answer: "it's almost the same as before."

"Ah?" Zhong Siqiao was surprised. "Tell him about it and take good care of his bad temper. It's OK at the beginning. It's not very annoying after a long time. "

"His character is like that," Wen Yifan did not want him to change, "but he was very good to me."

"That's all right," Chung said with a sigh of relief

"What he says is different from what he does." Looking back on all kinds of things, Wen Yifan said slowly, "I didn't dare to think that way before, so I just think his behavior is like what he said."

"I believe what he says. I don't think much about it. " Wen Yifan said, "so I get along with him, actually quite relaxed."

Wen Yifan has never met anyone who can treat her so well.

Every move is extremely patient.

Never overstep.

It's like I don't want to give her any discomfort.

For such a long time, it didn't bring her any pressure.

But can, quietly occupied every corner of her life.

"Well Zhong Siqiao said, "in fact, when I was in high school, I thought you treated him differently. That is, there were a lot of boys chasing you at that time. To other people, you have the same attitude. You are always light. "

Wen Yifan raised his eyes.

Zhong Siqiao added: "but you will lose your temper with Sang Yan."

Lose your temper.

Wen Yifan immediately called sang Yan for the second time because of puppy love.

Her face froze slightly.

"It's not a tantrum, it's just a slight tone with a little emotion." Zhong Siqiao said, "I once went to your class to find you and saw sang Yan sitting behind you. It's the first time I've seen you like this in front of other boys. I don't think you will do that to Xiang Lang

Wen Yifan asked softly, "what is it like?"

Zhong Siqiao recalled the afternoon of the next senior one.

Sang Yan sits behind Wen Yifan.

The boy leaned back in his chair, with a book in his hand, and flipped through it at will. He lowered his eyes, stretched his long legs forward, and put them under Wen Yifan's chair, shaking a few times from time to time, as if looking for a sense of existence in an extremely childish way.

After a few seconds, Wen Yifan turned back and said calmly, "Sang Yan, I'm working on the topic."

Sang Yan stopped and raised his eyebrow: "how?"

She stared at him and suddenly said, "if you do this again, I'll change my seat."

“……”

Before long, the boy slowly closed the book and took back his feet.

"I see."

They looked at each other.

Sang Yan scratched his head and said, "don't be angry."

……

According to Zhong Siqiao's understanding of Wen Yifan.

If other people do this kind of thing, she should just pick up something and sit in another place for a short time without saying a word, and then go back to class.

He doesn't turn his head and talk to that person with emotion.

On this thought, Zhong Siqiao thought that the relationship between them was quite lovely: "now you lose your temper with Sang Yan, will he let you?"

Wen Yifan said honestly, "I haven't lost my temper with him."

“……” Zhong Si Qiao is not too dare to believe, "also don't talk after together, you two live together also almost a year, don't you ever lose temper with him?"

Wen Yifan nodded.Zhong Siqiao had a little admiration. She felt like a Bodhisattva, tolerant of everything: "is sang Yan a very gentle person when you get along in private?"

"No, nothing can make me angry." Wen Yifan laughed and said in a low voice, "besides, I just want to let him do everything and be nice to him."

Zhong Siqiao didn't think that Wen Yifan was in such a state when he fell in love.

She did not continue to mention this, smilingly opened the topic: "by the way, you're quite fashionable."

"Ah?"

"When you're in love, you live with someone."

“……”

When Wen Yifan got home, sang Yan didn't come back.

During this period, his company seems to have taken on a big project, and the whole team has worked overtime for several days. Sometimes they even stay up all night and then come back to sleep.

Wen Yifan didn't dare to disturb him too much.

After washing, when Wen Yifan was ready to go to bed, sang Yan still didn't come back.

Just sent her a message: "go to bed early"

Wen Yifan yawned sleepily and said: "when do you get off work? 】

sang Yan: [two or three o'clock. 】

Wen Yifan wanted to wait for him to come back, but he fell asleep playing with his mobile phone.

When he was conscious again, Wen Yifan was awakened by a phone call. When she got up, she got angry and glanced at the caller ID vaguely. Her face became stiff and her arrogance disappeared.

There came Qian Weihua's thick voice, concise and overbearing.

"Three minutes, downstairs."

……

With the fastest speed to clean up their own, Wen Yifan out of the room. Just want to go to the entrance to put on shoes, see now sang Yan has come back, is sitting on the sofa with a bottle of ice water to drink.

Seeing this, sang Yan came over and said, "overtime again?"

"Well, how long have you been back?" Wen Yifan didn't have time to tell him too much. He hurriedly said, "don't drink ice water all the time. It's bad for your stomach. I'm leaving. You go to bed early. "

Sang Yan went up to her and brought her an umbrella: "it's raining outside. Please pay attention to your safety."

Wen Yifan made a sound and went out directly after taking it.

Now Qian Weihua has been downstairs.

At this time, just after three o'clock in the morning, I don't know when it began to rain. It was so cold that it seemed to be mixed with ice. In these steps, Wen Yifan was too lazy to hold an umbrella. When he got on the co pilot's seat, he got a layer of moisture.

Wen Yifan said hello to him.

They didn't say much and drove to the scene.

It was a small drunk driving incident, causing no casualties.

The owner of the car didn't know whether he didn't pay attention or for some other reason, so he knocked down the guardrail, and then half of the car fell into the pit of the maintenance site. When they got off, the owner was just rescued from the car by the police.

Qian Weihua filmed the surroundings.

Wen Yifan is about to go to the traffic police to communicate and interview, suddenly noticed the car owner's appearance.

Her expression was slightly stiff and her eyes stopped.

It's Che Xingde.

I haven't seen him for many years. Last time, I took a long look at him in Beiyu city hospital. They didn't even meet, and she didn't care about it at all.

Che Xingde obviously drank a lot. At this time, the wine gas rose and half of his face was red. He vaguely supported the shoulder of the traffic police beside him and kept shouting "I didn't drink" all the time. He was completely unconscious.

The traffic police look impatient, directly hold him, put him into the car.

Following this action, Che Xingde sweeps around and sets his eyes on Wen Yifan.

There was a brief meeting between the two.

Che Xingde's eyes were cloudy, and then he became clearer. His eyes lit up a little, like he wanted to call her. The next second, he was caught in the car by the traffic police.

Wen Yifan takes back his eyes and holds his slightly trembling fingertips.

Although according to what Zheng Kejia said earlier, Wen Yifan can roughly guess that Che Xingde came to Nanwu with his uncle's family. But that's totally different from his real encounter.

May be lack of sleep, plus the night to eat things already digested, let Wen Yifan feel a little nausea.

She pursed her lower lip and reluctantly put these emotions away. She turned her head and asked Qian Weihua, "teacher, the car owner is not very sober. Shall we talk to the traffic police now? "

Qian Weihua didn't notice Wen Yifan's emotion and nodded: "OK, it's almost done. Then we can prepare to go back to the stage. "

Wen Yifan: "good."

Back on the stage, Wen Yifan turned the news into a film and submitted it for trial before the morning column was broadcast. At this time, it was half light, she was sleepy and tired, and there was nothing to do at this time, so she went home directly.

Qian Weihua also wanted to go back, so he gave her a ride.

For fear of disturbing sang Yan, Wen Yifan gently opened the door. Inexplicably, she felt very cold. When she was about to pour a cup of warm water, she noticed something moving at the other end of the kitchen.Wen Yifan was stunned and went to the other end.

Sang Yan was standing in front of Liuli's desk washing his hands, looking sleepy. Next to the induction cooker is boiling preserved egg and lean porridge, at this time, bubbling, aroma.

Wen Yifan said, "why don't you sleep? Isn't it Saturday? "

"I'm sleeping now." Maybe it's because sang Yan's voice is a little hoarse and his eyelids droop after staying up for a period of time. "You can go to sleep after eating porridge."

“……”

Sang Yan took out a piece of paper, dried the water on his hand and observed Wen Yifan's expression. He bent down slightly and looked her in the eye: "what's the matter? Something bad happened? "

Wen Yifan didn't speak, just staring at him.

Seeing Che Xingde in Nanwu made Wen Yifan unable to control his mood, and his mood was pushed to the worst level. Although nothing happened, she still had a bad feeling.

It's like the long-standing hostility that needs to be revealed again.

Sang Yan did not also continue to ask.

He raised his hand and rubbed her head. His strength was as heavy as ever, but his appeasement was strong.

In this moment.

Wen Yifan came back to his senses and felt that the strong chill on his body seemed to have been dispelled. She pursed her lips, leaned forward and hugged him.

Sang Yan's action was a little pause: "what's the matter?"

"I'm so tired." Wen Yifan said in a low voice, "don't want to move."

“……” Sang Yan also raised his hand and hugged her directly. He released a hand, turned off the fire of the induction cooker and said slowly, "so you won't be tired?"

Wen Yifan sniffed the familiar breath on his body and whispered.

I want to be close to him.

I want to hold him.

I want to stay with him every day.

In this way, I feel that every day's life seems to have hope.

She didn't want to see the old people again.

None of them.

Wen Yifan gradually tightened his strength and suddenly remembered Zhong Siqiao's words.

"You'll lose your temper with sonyan."

She thought of the hurt she had done to Sang Yan. Her lips moved, but she didn't say a word.

It's something she never dared to mention again.

She didn't think sonyan would mind.

She was afraid that he would mind.

I'm afraid that his affection for her will fade away.

"Drink the porridge first, it will be cold later." Sang Yan suddenly made a voice, and his tone was slightly raised, but he was not very serious. "I'll hold you how I want to hold you later, and I'll sleep with you."

Wen Yifan looked up at him: "Sang Yan."

Sang Yan: "how?"

I'm not going to be like I used to be.

I won't.

I'll be nice to you.

I won't hurt you any more.

So can we always be like this.

Can you stay with me all the time.

Sang Yan waited for a while, but he was not impatient to see that she did not speak. His eyes half closed, seems to be very sleepy: "just call me?"

Wen Yifan stared at him and fixed his eyes on his lips: "No."

Sang Yan added: "that --"

before he finished, Wen Yifan suddenly grabbed his clothes and pulled him in his own direction. Sangyan was unprepared. Following her action, she fell down.

But it didn't mean any resistance.

Their eyes collided.

Wen Yifan swallowed and calmly summoned up courage: "I want to kiss you."

“……”

Without waiting for him to respond, Wen Yifan stood on tiptoe and raised his head to kiss his lips.

The grip on his clothes is getting stronger.

Just one step back.

They looked at each other again for a few seconds.

Wen Yifan held his breath and cleared his throat: "then I'll go out first..."

Sang Yan's eyes were heavy, and he grabbed her by the wrist and grabbed her back. He came close to her eyes, and the bridge of his nose almost touched the tip of her nose. His breath was entangled around her, but he stopped before he took a step closer.

"That's a kiss."

Wen Yifan looks up and his mind is completely blank.

His back was against the stage of Liuli, and his tall body seemed to be able to suppress her, with the familiar and pleasant smell of his body. The kitchen is extremely quiet. It seems that the sound of drizzle can be heard outside.

"Warm and frosty." Sang Yan asked softly, "this is not the first time."

“……”

Sang Yanxiao: "so, I'm not frivolous."

Wen Yifan did not understand his words: "ah?"

"What kind of fate do you think I have? You've been kissing and hugging me here in the morning. " Sang Yan raised his hand and stroked her cheek with his finger. "Then, if you want to kiss her, don't kiss her well."“……”

"Wen Shuangjiang, if you want to have sex with me," Sang Yan said with a smile, "can you be more serious?"

Wen Yifan was a little embarrassed and felt that he had done a good job: "how can we be serious?"

Smelling speech, sang Yan lowered his head, very patiently, began to teach her hand in hand, how to hold him firmly: "look at me well."

Wen Yifan stares at his eyebrows obediently.

Sang Yan's voice was very light: "speak closer to me."

Bewitched, Wen Yifan leaned closer to him.

“… And then, "he said

"And then?"

“……”

Sang Yan's breath sank slightly, holding her chin, and her strong possessiveness seemed to crush her. The next moment, his kisses fell heavily, his voice was low, accompanied by vague words.

"- I'll take the bait."