Hard to Deceive

The dance performed by Wen Yifan is not long, and the total time is only three or four minutes. As the music stopped, her last action ended.

After freezing in place for a few seconds, Wen Yifan retracted his posture and bowed to the audience. Only then could she spare her energy to look at the position of her own table, and instantly found Sang Yan in the crowd.

Wen Yifan panted lightly and blinked.

After stepping down, Wen Yifan quickly returned to his position.

Sang Yan stared at her sideways.

Wen Yifan wears makeup on his face, and small diamonds are pasted under his eyes, which looks shiny. After other colleagues said some compliments to her, she looked at Sang Yan, curled her lips and said, "When did you come?"

"Before your show started." Sang Yan pulled the coat she hung on the back of the chair and put it on her, "What's the matter with your clothes? Could there be less cloth?"

"..." Wen Yifan couldn't help but smile, "This is how it looks good."

Sang Yan didn't say a word, and helped her dress her coat.

Wen Yifan sat obediently, waiting for his next words, but didn't hear another sentence from him for a long time. I don’t know if he was thinking about words. She waited a while and reminded: "Why don’t you comment on my performance."

"Didn't you just tell me that you can't dance anymore?" Sang Yan poured a glass of water and put it in her hand again, his expression was flat, and the words of praise seemed a little sloppy, "This is not a good dance."

"I practiced for a long time," Wen Yifan said honestly, "I still dance amateurishly."

"Where is it for amateurs." Sang Yan didn't know what her standard was. She elbows on the edge of the table, leaned her face, and kept her eyes on her. "Also, don't you feel cold if you wear this kind of dancing 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, and it should be considered a good evaluation to dance well.

The next period of time.

Wen Yifan could use his peripheral vision to notice, and Sang Yan never looked away from her. The frequency increased, she turned to look at him, somewhat confused: "Aren't you watching the show?"

Sang Yan's eyebrows were slightly raised and he hummed neatly.

"..."

It feels that he is not really interested in these, and Wen Yifan did not 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.

Sang Yan responded, playing with her fingers carelessly.

Before the end of the party is the awards ceremony.

Wen Yifan's show took the second place in the Personality Award, with a prize of 3,000 yuan. Her main purpose was to give Sang Yan an accident, but she never thought that she could win a prize at her level.

He took the red envelope back on stage, and Wen Yifan stuffed it directly to Sang Yan.

Sang Yan looked at her: "Why did you give it to me?"

"I wanted to show it to you." Wen Yifan's eyes curled down, with a bright light in his eyes, very frank, "So if you get the bonus, I should give it to you."

"..." Sang Yan never thought that one day he could be spoiled by this girl. After a long pause, he suddenly laughed, "Okay. Then I will keep it."

Before leaving the building, Wen Yifan wanted to change his dancing skirt and go home.

Unexpectedly, Sang Yan was uncharacteristically and didn't let her change. He wrapped his long coat around her, tightly covering every corner of her body, and then pulled her into the car.

Wen Yifan didn't think too much, only that he felt bored after staying for too long and wanted to go home earlier.

In the car.

Wen Yifan's nose was slightly frozen red, 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.

It's really like a scumbag who has cheated.

Wen Yifan mentioned again: "This is a New Year gift I gave you in advance."

Sang Yan took the time to glance at her and replied casually: "I see."

Wen Yifan: "..."

But it does not seem to require much reaction.

After all, Sang Yan was not too good at talking.

After thinking it through 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. After counting the time, she asked: "By the way, when should we move?"

Sang Yan had mentioned to her earlier that when the house contract expired, the two moved to his house that had been burnt before.

At that time, Wen Yifan reacted with hindsight.

His house has been renovated for two years, and Sang Yan never said that he would move.

Sang Yan lightly wrote back: "When do you want to move?"

"If you moved before March, then wait for the time after the 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 things up, Wen Yifan felt that it was a big project. At this moment, Sang Yan added another sentence: "You just need to pack your luggage, you don't need to worry about anything else."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan paused, his lips curled up: "Okay."

After making this decision, Wen Yifan remembered something long ago. At that time, because of her sleepwalking behavior, Sang Yan said that she would live until she repaid his debt.

But he never said specifically how to pay it back.

"By the way, you asked me to pay off the debt before--" But Wen Yifan didn't know if he remembered it, and then said, "We don't seem to have settled it yet?"

Quiet for a moment.

Sang Yan let out a quiet voice.

I couldn't see the meaning of this reaction, Wen Yifan felt that he had forgotten it a long time ago and didn't care too much. Soon the car drove to the parking lot, and the two got out of the car and returned 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 bath.

Suddenly.

Sang Yan hugged her waist abruptly from behind and pressed her body towards the door. It seemed to be held down for a long time, the movement was heavy, and it closely fitted her body.

She was caught off guard and turned back subconsciously.

Sang Yan's hot lips have fallen to the back of her neck, moving down her bare skin. His voice is very low, as if he is speaking in a breath: "Don't you let me judge?"

"..."

While speaking, Sang Yan reached up with his other hand and gently rubbed it with his fingers. He bit her butterfly bone, as if he was venting his desires, and his strength also appeared rough.

With the tutu close to the body, coupled with this movement, Wen Yifan's neck was raised later, and her curve was clearly outlined. She felt itchy, and a little bit painful: "How do you bite?"

If Sang Yan didn't hear it, he continued this ambiguous and **** action. For a long time, he straightened up, rubbed the tip of his nose against her hair, nibbling on the bones of his ears, and talking.

"...I want to hide you."

The moment I saw her on the stage.

I want to catch her back to her own world, hide all the light on her body into her arms, and prevent others from seeing it. But she felt that she should look like this in everyone's eyes.

With a radiant light.

Before Wen Yifan could react, his body was in a mess because of his actions. She felt Sang Yan's hands squeezing her body, pulling the pantyhose down, panting and saying, "You can't pull..."

She looked at him again, facing him in pitch black, with eyes of cryptic fire.

Sang Yan's appearance was tough, his brows were sharp, and he appeared indifferent and defiant when he didn't speak. The lip shape is thin and the arc is straight. At this moment, there is affection in his eyes, and the coldness is inexplicable and a little desire.

"How can't it?"

His movements became more arrogant, touching every sensitive position of her.

"Siamese," Wen Yifan felt that his body was floating in mid-air, and a layer of water vapor gradually floated in his eyes. Try to make his voice steady and endure the whimper, "...it will break."

Staring at her appearance, Sang Yan kissed her lips uncontrollably, the tip of his tongue pressed in and entangled her.

Accompanied by ambiguous words: "Then teach me."

At the moment of confusion and infatuation, as if he suddenly understood the reason why Sang Yan would not let her change her skirt, a moment of thought flashed through Wen Yifan's mind, but he immediately dragged him into the affair.

Wen Yifan felt that he was taking him, willingly, peeling himself a little bit.

Then it was offered.

Sang Yan's body slammed in, with full possessiveness and a very clear sentence.

"It's time to pay the debt."

...

This time, considering her body, Sang Yan was not as intemperate as the previous night, but his strength was heavier than all previous times. After that, Wen Yifan was carried to the bathroom by him and cleaned his lower body.

Before going to bed, Wen Yifan felt dazedly that Sang Yan seemed to drop a kiss on her forehead.

He didn't know if it was a mistake or something else, he seemed to have a sentence.

"--Like me when you get married."

This year, Wen Yifan's New Year holiday is still from the first day of the new year to the third day of the new year. On the night of New Year's Eve, she was picked up by Sang Yan after get off work, and he called out to pack some clothes and luggage.

Sang Yan watched her tidy up, and said: "I used to stay for three nights."

Wen Yifan nodded.

"I haven't mentioned to my parents that you want to stay." Sang Yan rubbed her head vigorously and said casually, "If you are not used to it, just tell me. Let's go back to bed after the New Year's Eve dinner."

Wen Yifan tore off his hand: "Your hair is messed up."

"Listen to me well." Sang Yan was extremely bad, put his hand back, and continued to mess her hair. "Why don't you just pay attention to the hairstyle? Is there any conscience."

Wen Yifan raised his eyes, and stood on tiptoe to rub his hair.

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows.

Wen Yifan murmured: "You are so naive."

What he is not allowed to do must be done.

Sang Yan stopped when she moved her hands. He in turn helped her fix her hair, which was funny: "Who is naive?"

Wen Yifan also slowly stopped. Thinking of her previous words, she thought about it and asked: "Then if I live in your house, where will I sleep?"

Sang Yan glanced at her: "Sleep with my sister."

Wen Yifan nodded immediately: "That's okay."

"..." She promised so quickly this time, and Sang Yan inexplicably began to feel unhappy again, "No, do you have something to say to that kid? Are you not happy to have a room with me?"

"Yes." Wen Yifan's voice was gentle, and he ignored the question of "willingly or not", and began to worry, "but--"

"how?"

"I'm a little afraid that I will sleepwalk," Wen Yifan said, "What if I'm scared."

"..." Sang Yan stared at her, feeling that the girl was like a scum, and said abruptly, "We have lived together for so long, so why don't we see you scared 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 help it." "..."

Fearing that Sang Yan’s parents had waited too long, Wen Yifan didn’t spend much time cleaning up, and quickly sorted them out. After going out and getting in Sang Yan's car, she felt nervous afterwards, and was restless throughout the process.

Probably noticing her emotions, Sang Yan said casually: "Don't worry."

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

"My parents will only thank you," Sang Yan said, "let me find someone."

"..."

Because I heard Sang Yan mentioned similar things many times, this time Wen Yifan couldn’t help asking: “Why are you so anxious to find someone for you? You are 26 years old and you are not too old. It's early."

She thinks it’s not too late to get married before 35.

"The better the conditions, the harder it is to find," Sang Yan's appearance was unsurpassable, his tone arrogant and mad, "Understood?"

"..."

Wen Yifan got used to his appearance and didn't speak any more, thinking about what to say after he came home for a while. Fearing that she would leave a bad impression, she began to take out the memo again, and began to beat all kinds of comments like a manuscript.

At the green light, Sang Yan looked in her direction.

Noting the content on her screen, he bent his lower lip without interrupting her behavior.

It didn't take long to get downstairs at Sang Yan's house.

Wen Yifan went to the trunk of the car to take the gift he bought, and meditated on the manuscript he had just written on the car. Her face was as usual, and she wanted to act as calmly and calmly as usual.

Leave a good impression on Sang Yan's parents.

Sang Yan looked at her with interest.

The two took the elevator upstairs.

Sang Yan took out the key from his pocket. Seeing her tightly pressed lip line, he squeezed her fingertips and soothed: "Okay, don't be nervous. I will set off your image."

"..." Wen Yifan didn't understand what he said.

Opening the door, Wen Yifan followed Sang Yan and walked in.

The inside is spacious and bright. As soon as he enters the hallway, Wen Yifan can see Sangzhi sitting on the sofa and watching TV. Hearing the movement, she turned her head and laughed immediately, revealing the two pear vortices on her lips.

Sang Zhi obediently shouted: "Sister Yi Fan."

Wen Yifan also greeted her with a smile.

Sang Yan looked at her and said coolly, "Did you not see me?"

Sang Zhidang didn't hear him, so he patted the side position, and warmly said to Wen Yifan: "Sister Yifan, sit here."

"..."

The next moment, Sang Yan's parents also came out of the kitchen.

Wen Yifan met Li Ping, Sang Yan's mother, not only on the night of the fireworks show, but also on the two occasions when they were rumored to be their parents in their early love. Li Ping came from Sang Yan.

But Wen Yifan didn't know if she still remembered herself.

Maybe Sang Yan mentioned it to them in advance, and Li Ping smiled and shouted, "Is it Fan?"

Wen Yifan nodded hurriedly: "Yes, happy new year for uncles and aunts." As she said, she handed over the meeting gift she brought on her hand: "This is the New Year gift I prepared for you."

Li Ping wiped her hands on the apron, took it, and her brows were extremely gentle: "Next time, just come here directly, don't bring gifts. Let's sit down for a while, your uncle and I will make it right away and we can eat."

Wen Yifan offered: "I will help you."

Sang Yan's father Sang Rong said, "No, it's almost done. You just watch TV for a while."

His son Sang Yan, who was ignored in the whole process, seemed to be indifferent, lazily speaking out to find his presence, breaking their warm atmosphere: "Then I also watch TV?"

Sang Yan went cold as soon as he made a sound.

The two elders did not speak any more.

Sang Zhi watched the play like a crowd eating melons.

I don't know why the atmosphere becomes like this.

Wen Yifan thought inexplicably about how Sang Yan would be scolded every time he called home. Especially during the period when he was injured earlier, she even heard Li Ping say very violently on the phone: "I will have another with your dad if I don't come back."

Sang Yan still owed something and said: "Okay, I really want to have another brother."

"..."

Wen Yifan subconsciously looked in Sang Yan's direction, and then at Sang's parents again.

When thinking about whether to say something out loud.

Li Ping's smile narrowed, and he looked up and down Sang Yan: "Yes."

Sang Rong seemed to cooperate with Li Ping in advance as if the backlog of his opinions had been long. He walked over to support Sang Yan's shoulder, raised his hand and opened the entrance door: "Let's go back to you."

"..."