Hard to Deceive

I haven't seen each other for many years, and there has been no contact since the last time I met. It was so thin that Wen Yifan almost forgot the existence of this person.

But also remember.

The last conversation between the two was not very pleasant.

It's not a relationship that will allow him to come to condolences and help when he sees his embarrassment.

The first reaction of Wen Yifan was.

The other party admitted the wrong person.

But another thought came to mind.

It is also possible that Sang Yan has gradually matured in the past few years, and his heart has become broader. I don't take those things seriously before, regardless of previous complaints, just treat them as polite when I see my old classmates again.

Wen Yifan retracted his thoughts and handed him his coat, with doubts and questions in his eyes.

Sang Yan didn't answer, his eyes passed from her hand. Then, he said quietly: "I am the owner of this bar."

Wen Yifan's hand was held in mid-air, and his reaction was a little slow.

It was not clear for a while.

He meant to introduce himself;

He is still showing off that he is so good now that he has become a boss at a young age.

In such a situation, she was actually distracted, and she thought of Zhong Siqiao's words.

——"The owner of this bar can be said to be a corrupt street card."

He glanced at his face a few more times.

Wufalang eyebrows, the pupils are pure black, even thinner in this light.

The feeling of jealousy faded away, and the astringent facial features became tough and neat. He was tall, thin and tall, and he didn't hold back his frivolous arrogance even in a black suit. He was arbitrary and expensive.

Said to be the top card.

It seems to be well-deserved.

Sang Yan slowly vomited two more words, pulling her back to God.

"The last name is Sang."

"..."

Is this telling her, his last name?

So, I didn’t recognize her, and meant to introduce myself.

Wen Yifan understood the situation and said calmly, "Is there anything wrong?"

"I'm sorry. Because of our mistakes, it has caused you trouble and inconvenience." Sang Yan said, "If you have any needs, you can tell me. In addition, all your purchases in the store tonight are free. I hope not It will affect your good mood."

He spoke the word "you", but Wen Yifan didn't recognize any respect.

The tone is still the same as before. The words seemed to be perfunctory, lazy, and sounded cold and sluggish.

Wen Yifan shook his head and said politely: "No need. It's okay."

As soon as he said this, Sang Yan opened his eyebrows and seemed to be relieved. Maybe it was because she thought she was easy to talk, and his tone was softer, and he nodded and said, "Then let me lose my company first."

After speaking, he retracted his eyes and lifted his foot to walk out.

Wen Yifan was holding his coat in his hand, and subconsciously shouted: "Sang——"

Sang Yan turned around.

While meeting his gaze, she suddenly realized that they were strangers now, and the word "Jan" was stuck in her throat and couldn't get in or out.

His mind got stuck, and Wen Yifan didn't know what to call him.

The atmosphere was awkwardly silent. When he was in a panic, the blank was replaced by the content that was just wandering, and two words emerged. She stared at his face, and took a slow beat: "——The first card."

"..."

Look at each other.

The world is quiet again.

In this almost static picture, Wen Yifan seemed to see that his eyebrows were beating imperceptibly.

"..."

Ok?

She just said something.

Sangtou card.

Mulberry, head, card.

Oh.

mulberry……

Fuck me.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

Sangtou card ah ah ah ah! ! !

"..."

Wen Yifan's breathing stopped, almost unable to maintain his expression. She did not dare to look at Sang Yan's expression at all, pursed her lips, and handed her clothes to him again: "Your clothes."

The best solution is to be the same as her past practice, when nothing is wrong, nothing has happened.

Skip this episode directly.

But Sang Yan did not give her this opportunity.

He tilted his head and slowly repeated: "Sang, head, card?"

Wen Yifan pretended not to understand: "What?"

There was a moment of silence.

Sang Yan looked at her with a little surprise, as if only then came to understand. He murmured "Ah" in an accent, his lips were slightly curved, and he looked like "As expected": "Sorry, we are a serious bar here."

"..."

The implication is probably that.

I know it's stunning, but I haven't considered this aspect of service. Please **** focus on yourself.

Wen Yifan wanted to explain a few words, but felt unable to explain clearly.

She sighed secretly, too lazy to struggle. Anyway, she won't see each other anymore, she simply broke the jar, followed his words and said regretfully: "Really? That's a pity."

"..."

Sang Yan's expression seemed to froze for a moment.

It was like her illusion.

Wen Yifan blinked, and saw that his expression remained unwavering and unchanged. She didn't care too much, smiled politely, and mentioned again: "Your clothes."

Sang Yan still didn't mean to take it over.

For the next ten seconds or so, Wen Yifan strangely noticed the arc of his mouth staring at her, his eyes were straight and thoughtful.

Just stop like this-

"Put on my clothes," Sang Yan paused, then smiled suddenly, "Aren't you happy?"

"..."

Wen Yifan:?

"Although I'm not sure, I seem to be more famous than this bar?" He raised his eyebrows improperly, and said a little bit more clearly, as if he was under the steps for her, "Take it back as a souvenir. "

"..."

"He really said that?" Zhong Siqiao confirmed repeatedly and burst into laughter, "Awesome, why didn't he just ask you to take it back and mount it?"

Wen Yifan said slowly: "That's what he meant."

Zhong Siqiao endured a smile, and gave a few symbolic comforts: "Don't care too much. Maybe there are too many situations like this, and Sang Yan directly acquiesces that you are here to see him."

"You forgot the purpose of our two coming here?"

"what?"

"Isn't it'prostitution'?" Wen Yifan said, "How can the word'see' match his words and deeds."

"..."

Zhong Siqiao began to laugh again.

Wen Yifan also smiled: "Okay, just relax. When he is gone, laugh again, he is still sitting there."

At this time, the high stools in front of the bar were already full, and Sang Yan took the uppermost position. He picked up the transparent cup on the table and took a sip of the wine slowly, with a calm expression on his face, like an unruly young master.

Seeing this, Zhong Siqiao finally converged.

The waiter who happened to spill the drink came over.

The waiter is a boy, not too old, with baby fat on his face. He held the tray in his hand and poured the wine cautiously. Then, he returned the money just paid by Wen Yifan and pressed it under the folder board holding the receipt.

"This is your wine."

Wen Yifan looked at the money: "This is..."

Before she could finish her question, the waiter hurriedly explained with a slightly uneasy expression: "I'm sorry, it was my fault just now. The boss has already explained it, and your table is free."

Only then did Wen Yifan remember Sang Yan's words.

After a meal, I subconsciously refused: "It's okay, no need. Take the money back."

The waiter shook his head: "Apart from this, if you have anything else, you can call me at any time."

His attitude was very firm, and Wen Yifan didn't insist either. She picked up the jacket set aside: "When I went to the bathroom, I picked up this jacket in the corridor. Maybe some customer accidentally dropped it."

The waiter quickly took it over: "Okay, thank you."

After he left, Zhong Siqiao blinked at her: "What's the matter?"

Wen Yifan briefly explained.

Zhong Siqiao's eyes widened: "Then he said so, why do you still have to pay."

"It's not easy for people to open a store," Wen Yifan sipped his wine, "There is no need to take him a few hundred dollars for this."

"Why are you still worried about the hardship of the rich second generation to start a business? It's not just a day or two for the young master to be rich." Zhong Siqiao said, "But, he really doesn't remember you?"

Wen Yifan reasonably speculated: "I probably didn't recognize it."

"I didn't recognize it?" Zhong Siqiao felt absurd and blurted out, "No, don't you know what you look like? If there is a "fan" in the name, you really feel that you are ordinary?"

"..." Wen Yifan almost choked, speechless and funny, "I thought you were scolding me in your tone."

No wonder Zhong Siqiao finds this answer unreasonable.

Because Wen Yifan is really beautiful.

It is totally inconsistent with her gentle personality, she is extremely coquettish, beautiful enough to be aggressive. Those fox eyes seemed to be fascinating, the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, and the gestures were amorous.

Sitting in this gloomy bar, it's like bringing your own light.

Zhong Siqiao always felt that she could make a fortune with this face alone.

In the end, he became a hard-working journalist.

"And there is no difference between you now and when you were in high school. It's just that your hair is shorter than then--" Seeing the movement of Sang Yan, Zhong Siqiao changed his mouth instantly, "Well, it's possible."

"..."

"With his condition, it is impossible to have fewer girls in the past few years, maybe there are a few of the same type as you."

Wen Yifan supported his chin and looked in the direction of Sang Yan.

This time, there was a woman beside him.

As if not afraid of cold, the woman wore a close-fitting skirt, showing two straight white legs. She half leaned against the bar, tilted her head to toast him, smiled happily, and the exquisite curves were clearly outlined with the movements.

Sang Yan raised his eyes to look at her with a smile.

In this atmosphere, there is also a bit of flirting.

This topic came for a short time, and Zhong Siqiao soon talked about other things.

Attention was drawn back by her voice, Wen Yifan withdrew his gaze and continued to chat with her.

For a long while.

The female singer ended the last song. Perceiving the time, Wen Yifan asked: "It's almost ten o'clock, shall we go?"

Zhong Siqiao: "Okay."

The two got up and walked out.

Zhong Siqiao took Wen Yifan's arm and said while looking at his mobile phone: "Xiang Langgang told me that he will return to China next month, and we will come with him next time. Go for someone who can play di, this is a bit boring."

Wen Yifan responded, "Okay."

Before leaving, she glanced at the bar again.

Sang Yan was still sitting in his original position, and the woman next to him seemed to have changed another one. There is still no emotion on his face, as if he is indifferent to everything.

The unexpected reunion with her was really like what he showed, except that he met a stranger whom he had never met before.

Wen Yifan was stunned.

Inexplicably remembered the last side they saw before they broke contact.

A cold night without a moon. Thick fog and dark clouds oppressed the small city, and the drizzle fell like plush. In the narrow alley, the only street lamp flickered, and the flying ants ran into it without hesitation.

The tips of the teenager's hair were wet, and the eyelashes were also dripping with water. The complexion was white and the light in his eyes was extinguished.

Everything is like illusion.

She did not remember what she was feeling at the time.

Just remember.

Sang Yan's voice was hoarse, and finally called her: "Wen Yifan."

Then lowered his eyes to laugh at himself: "I'm not that bad, right."

Also remember.

He turned away his pride and regarded himself as a filth that people could avoid.

"Relax," he smiled, "I won't pester you again."

Since spilling the wine on the customers, Yu Zhuo had an unreliable night. Do things carefully, lest you make the same mistake again and rekindle the anger that the boss has just faded.

After the customers at this table left, he went forward to clear the table.

After recycling the wine glass, Yu Zhuo pulled the folder board, and the several red oceans pressed underneath were taken home.

His movements stopped.

Also noticed that a bracelet was dropped under the soft chair.

Yu Zhuo reached out and picked it up, walking back to the bar with a heavy expression. He pushed the tray in and said to the bartender Huang Mao: "Brother Xiao He, the K11 guest dropped something."

He Mingbo took it, raised his head and said, "By the way, the clothes you just brought here, I look so like Brother Yan's."

"Ah, I don't know, I said I picked it up in the toilet." Thinking of the money, Yu Zhuo scratched his head, "Brother, Brother Yan just told me that this table is free, but K11 didn't take the refunded money. Should I tell him?"

He Mingbo glanced at him: "Go and admit your mistakes."

"..." Yu Zhuo was stunned and felt that he had to explain, "Brother, it's not that I wanted to swallow the money, but K11 didn't take it. I told her several times."

Taking a bracelet in a transparent bag, He Mingbo smiled and said, "Brother Yan is not so reasonable."

"..."

It seems to be too.

Even though he thought so, when Yu Zhuo went upstairs to find Sang Yan, he still couldn't hold back a dying struggle.

I saw Sang Yan in front of the bar all night, and I didn't know when he went to the second floor. At this moment, he was sitting in the innermost position of the deck area, with a low mood on his face.

I wonder if I listened to what he said.

Sang Yan didn't say a word, and casually played with the transparent cup in his hand.

The atmosphere is similar to coercion.

Yu Zhuo bit his scalp and said to ease: "This may not be the payment for alcohol. I just heard these two guests say..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly realized that the next words were not quite right, and he halted: "But the surroundings are quite noisy, I can't hear clearly, so I'm not sure...just..."

When he collided with Sang Yan’s cold eyebrows, Yu Zhuo shook his head and spoke smoothly: “I heard this guest’s friend ask her if she came to this bar to see you, Brother Yan, she said no.”

Sang Yan's eyelashes moved slightly.

Yu Zhuo: "Then, she said, yes, for prostitution..."

Sang Yan: "..."

Sang Yan: "?"

"So this may be a prostitute for you..."

"..."