Hard to Deceive

1.

Before the end of the National Day holiday, Su Haoan, as the initiator, held a high school classmate gathering.

The list of invitations was basically their classmates in the third year of high school, and Wen Yifan was not among them when he transferred as early as his second year of high school. But Su Haoan called her together, and Sang Yan and Zhong Siqiao both asked her if she wanted to go together.

Wen Yifan agreed quickly, but got busy with work and forgot about it on the day of the party. That day happened to be her holiday. After playing with her mobile phone in bed for a while, she fell asleep without knowing it.

I heard the movement of Sang Yan getting up and changing clothes in a daze.

After a few minutes, Sang Yan called her: "Wen Shuang, get up."

Wen Yifan responded perfunctorily: "Yes."

After a while, Sang Yan glanced at her: "I should be late if I don't get up again."

Wen Yifan pulled off the quilt, half-opened his eyes, thinking dullly. It didn't take long for her to react, and her tone was a little disturbed with displeasure: "I am resting today."

Sang Yan said concisely: "Party."

Wen Yifan also seemed to finally remember, glanced at the time, and then sat up. She didn't drag any more and went to wash in the toilet.

After Wen Yifan came out, he saw that Sang Yan had packed himself up, and he was sitting on the sofa in the master bedroom playing on his mobile phone. She flipped through a set of clothes casually, and talked to him as she changed it up, "Could I not go."

Sang Yan raised his eyelashes: "What?"

Wen Yifan: "Sleepy."

Sang Yan put the phone aside and leaned back in the chair lazily: "Why can I sleep like that? It makes me abuse you."

Wen Yifan walked over and lay down on him, his clothes half rolled up, his hands tied back with his underwear belt. She still looked sleepy, and nodded in agreement when she heard this: "You won't let me sleep."

"Can you make some sense? What do you mean by not letting you sleep?" Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and reached out and pulled her clothes down. "That tells you to invite me to stay up late, understand?"

"..."

Silent for a few seconds.

Sang Yan stared at her eyes, his fingertips slid up her back, and his voice owed again: "Can't you go out yet? If you can't go any further, I will help you how to tie it."

Wen Yifan also looked at him, oh, turned his back after a few seconds: "I haven't tied it yet."

"..."

She yawned, "You help me tie it."

"..."

After changing his clothes, Wen Yifan sat down at the dressing table and started putting on makeup. Sang Yan was still sitting in her original position and looked at her carelessly: "When can you change your anger when you get up?"

Wen Yifan turned his head: "Huh?"

"When I don't sleep enough, I will turn my face and refuse to recognize people." Sang Yan looked condescending, and tweeted softly, speaking as if he was condemning, "When I asked you to get up, I didn't dare to squeak too much."

"Then you," Wen Yifan thought for a while, but he didn't think he was afraid, "Don't call me to get up?"

"..."

After such a toss, Wen Yifan also became sober a lot. She decided to tell him something, and her voice returned to her usual gentleness: "And not only do you feel like getting up, you also have a bad temper."

Sang Yan's eyebrows beat slightly.

Wen Yifan painted eyeshadow and continued: "So let's accommodate each other, okay?"

"..." Sang Yan pulled the corners of her lips, thinking about her unscrupulous appearance every time she called herself to get up, and felt that this girl had become more cheeky recently. He tilted his head and didn't care about her, "Okay."

...

The meeting place was in a restaurant in the city.

The two entered the elevator, and Wen Yifan pressed the third floor. She looked at Sang Yan boredly. He seems to be sleepy too, his eyelids are half drooping, and his lips are straight, which always gives people a sense of nobleness that is thousands of miles away.

Noting her gaze, Sang Yan also looked over: "What?"

Wen Yifan bent his lips and said casually: "You look pretty good."

"Oh, but there is a camera." As soon as he said, Sang Yan was dragged from the altar into the animal world, pointing out, "Go home and talk about it."

"..."

What does this say.

This again! Said it! What! ! !

Wen Yifan has never seen such a person. She had a calm face and said calmly: "Then you are quite courageous."

Without waiting for Sang Yan to speak, the elevator had reached the third floor. Wen Yifan led him out, and pulled the topic away: "Which box did Su Haoan say he was in?"

Sang Yan said in a leisurely tone, and said meaningfully: "Be bold."

"..."

next moment.

In the corridor of people coming and going, Sang Yan suddenly pressed her back and leaned in his direction. Then, he lowered his head, bit her lower lip, thrust his tongue inward, and licked her.

The whole journey takes about three seconds.

Wen Yifan's body froze in place, completely unexpected that he would act like this.

Sang Yan stepped back, licking off the lipstick stains on the corners of his lips, his brows and eyes were arrogant, and a hint of flirtation: "Wen Shuangjiang, I grow up so big, no one can provoke me to win."

"..."

"Since I want it, I can of course give it to you. How about it?" Sang Yan raised his hand and rubbed her lips with his fingertips, his tone squeezed again and again, "Will you come?"

Wen Yifan was really surprised by Sang Yan's shamelessness.

In the following time, Wen Yifan finally began to reflect on himself, feeling that he had to change his mind and re-behave, and could not say anything like before.

She realized only then that Sang Yan was not afraid.

But to give her some face, I used to pretend not to dare.

When the two entered the box, it was already full of people. There are two big round tables on the left and right, and the two seats next to Zhong Siqiao are still vacant, seemingly reserved for them.

After saying hello, Wen Yifan looked around and found that she knew most of the people present. Some have seen it at the school celebration not long ago, but for most of them, she is already hard to name.

A group of people chatted while eating. They didn't rush to leave after the meal. They played games directly in the box. There were many people, Su Haoan suggested to play Werewolf and divide it into two tables.

Both Wen Yifan and Sang Yan are good at this game.

But the way they are good at is different.

One is because the emotions didn't fluctuate much throughout the whole process, and they were always peaceful, making it difficult to see whether what she said was true or false;

The other is too ridiculous, lazily analyzing a lot of the situation on the field, but also makes people feel that what he said is extremely reasonable, the whole game takes others to run.

Later, Wen Yifan and Sang Yan seemed to be isolated.

Everyone shot them both at the beginning, which also led to their punishments increasing.

Punishment is still a truth or dare.

The new round ended, and the civilians won. Both Wen Yifan and Sang Yan's identity cards are werewolves.

Both have to be punished.

Wen Yifan got a big adventure, Sang Yan got the truth.

Xiang Lang looked at Sang Yan and asked casually: "Who is your first love?"

The others felt that his question was like nonsense and let out a disappointment. Sang Yan raised his chin slightly, tilted his head to look at Wen Yifan, and said straightforwardly: "Wen Yifan."

"..."

On the other side, a group of Su Haoan with poor drinking volume stood up, their entire faces flushed, and said, "Wen Yifan, you call your first love." The table was quiet. I instantly understood why Xiang Lang asked that question.

Obviously, it was a collusion to make Sang Yan unhappy.

Sang Yan raised his eyes and looked at Su Haoan, his lips gradually straightened: "Interesting?"

Wen Yifan watched him pretending to be on the sidelines, silent for two seconds, and also cooperated and said: "But my first love has been engaged recently, and I am worried that I will have a bad effect on the phone call so late."

Seeing Sang Yan's appearance, Su Haoan who drank his head was also a little confused: "Okay, then don't fight, you can describe it."

"Yes." Wen Yifan looked at Sang Yan, stared at his facial features, and slowly described the past, "Short black hair, thick eyebrows, dark eyes, inner double, high nose, thin lips --" Su Hao Anrao Listening with interest. Wen Yifan paused, and continued: "Laughing, there is a pear vortex on the right lip."

Others present immediately knew who she was talking about.

Looking at Sang Yan's leisurely appearance, he affirmed his thoughts even more.

"Yes." But Su Haoan didn't think about Sang Yan at all, and only thought it was a coincidence. "A big man still has something like Liwo, except for Sang Yan, I have never seen it. Who has it."

"..."

Not long after, Su Haoan seemed to have realized something and fell silent for a moment. The topic was over, and a new round of games began, and the lively atmosphere once again evoked.

After this round, a boy who took a big risk was called out to find a girl to ask for WeChat, and many people followed.

Su Haoan, who is usually the most active about this kind of things, continued to drink at this moment, and his sanity was completely gone at a certain moment. He stopped suddenly and got up next to Sang Yan: "Brother."

Sang Yan looked up: "What are you doing."

Su Haoan stared at him: "I'm sorry for you."

Sang Yan: "?"

Sitting next to Sang Yan, Wen Yifan was also a bit at a loss at Su Haoan's sudden move.

"I..." Su Haoan's voice was muddy, with an overwhelming scent of alcohol, and the big masters began to choke as they said, "It's all my fault..."

Hearing the movement, the other table also stopped the game and looked over.

Seeing a big man crying in front of him, Sang Yan got goosebumps, frowned and said, "What's the matter with you?"

"You're all engaged, and finally got married to the goddess you think about day and night... I blame me! Let you know the truth today!" Su Haoan's voice was loud, as if he was afraid that the whole world would not hear it. You are just a stand-in!"

"..."

"Riyao stand-in!"

"..."