They hadn't seen each other for many years. They hadn't contacted each other since the last time they met. It was so faint that Wen Yifan almost forgot the existence of this person.
But she remembered.
The last conversation between the two of them wasn't very pleasant.
It wasn't a relationship that would make him come over to comfort and help her when he saw her in a mess.
Wen Yifan's first reaction was …
He mistook her for someone else.
However, another thought surfaced in his mind.
It was also possible that Sang Yan had matured over the past few years and became broad-minded. He didn't take the things in the past seriously anymore. He just treated it as a courtesy when he saw an old classmate again.
Wen Yifan stopped thinking and handed him the coat. Her eyes were full of doubt and inquiry.
Sang Yan didn't take it and glanced at her hand. Then he said lightly, "I am the owner of this bar."
Wen Yifan's hand froze in mid-air, and her reaction was a little slow.
She wasn't sure at the moment.
He meant to introduce himself.
Or was he showing off that he was doing so well now that he had become a boss at such a young age.
In such a situation, she was still distracted and thought of Zhong Siqiao's words.
— — "The owner of this bar can be said to be a degenerate."
She couldn't help but glance at his face a few more times.
He had black hair and eyebrows, and his pupils were pure black, which looked even colder under this light.
The arrogance of the past faded, and his young facial features became strong and neat. He was tall, thin, and straight. His black clothes didn't hide his frivolous arrogance, wanton and noble.
He was said to be the top.
It seemed that his reputation was well-deserved.
Sang Yan slowly spat out two more words, which pulled her back to reality.
"My surname is Sang."
"…"
Was he telling her that his surname was?
So it meant that he didn't recognize her and was introducing himself.
Wen Yifan understood the situation and said calmly, "What's the matter?"
"I'm sorry. Because of our mistake, we have caused you trouble and inconvenience. "Sang Yan said," If you have any needs, you can tell me. In addition, all your expenses in the bar tonight are free of charge. I hope it won't affect your good mood. "
He said the word "you", but Wen Yifan didn't hear any respect.
His tone was still the same as before. His words seemed to be perfunctory, lazy, and sounded cold and annoying.
Wen Yifan shook her head and replied politely, "It's fine. It's alright. "
Hearing this, Sang Yan's eyebrows relaxed as if he was relieved. Perhaps he felt that she was easy to talk to, so his tone became gentler. He nodded and said, "Then I'll take my leave."
With that, he withdrew his gaze and walked out.
Wen Yifan was still holding his coat in her hand. She subconsciously shouted, "Sang —"
Sang Yan turned around.
The moment she met his gaze, she suddenly realized that they were strangers. The word "Yan" was stuck in her throat, unable to enter or exit.
Wen Yifan didn't know how to address him.
The atmosphere was so quiet that it was awkward. In his panic and helplessness, the blankness was replaced by the content of the mental journey just now, and two words appeared. She stared at his face and added, a beat too slowly, "Top dog."
"…"
Their eyes met.
The world fell silent again.
In this almost still scene, Wen Yifan seemed to see his eyebrows twitch imperceptibly.
"…"
Hmm?
What did she just say?
Sang's top dog.
Sang, Head, Pai.
Oh.
Sang …
F * ck.
Ahhhhh!
Sang's top dog ahhhhh!!!
"…"
Wen Yifan held her breath and almost couldn't maintain her expression. She didn't dare to look at Sang Yan's expression. She pursed her lips and handed the coat to him again, "Your coat."
The best solution was to do what she did in the past. She pretended that nothing was wrong and that nothing had happened.
She would directly skip this little episode.
But Sang Yan didn't give her this opportunity.
He turned his head and slowly repeated, "Sang, Head, Pai?"
Wen Yifan pretended not to understand, "What?"
There was a moment of silence.
Sang Yan looked at her and was a little surprised, as if he just understood. He dragged his tone and said "Ah" with his lips slightly curved, as if saying "I knew it", "Sorry, this is a serious bar."
"…"
The meaning behind his words was probably …
I know I'm a stunning beauty, but I've never considered this kind of service. Please be more careful.
Wen Yifan wanted to explain a few words, but she felt that she couldn't explain clearly.
She secretly exhaled and was too lazy to struggle. Since they wouldn't meet again in the future, she might as well go along with his words and said regretfully, "Is that so? That's quite a pity. "
"… …"
Sang Yan's expression seemed to be frozen for a moment.
But it seemed like her illusion.
Wen Yifan blinked her eyes and saw that his expression was still as calm as an ancient well, without any change. She didn't care too much, smiled politely and mentioned again, "Your coat."
Sang Yan still didn't have the intention to take it.
In the next ten seconds, Wen Yifan strangely noticed that he was staring at the curve of her mouth. His eyes were straightforward and thoughtful.
He just stopped like that …
"Wearing my coat," Sang Yan paused and suddenly smiled, "Isn't that nice?"
"… …"
Wen Yifan:?
"Although I'm not sure, I seem to be more famous than this bar?" He raised his eyebrows in a playful manner, as if he was giving her a way out, "Take it back as a souvenir."
"… …"
"Did he really say that?" Zhong Siqiao confirmed again and again and burst into laughter, "That's awesome, why didn't he just tell you to take it back and frame it?"
Wen Yifan slowly said, "That's what he meant."
Zhong Siqiao held back her laughter and symbolically comforted her, "Don't mind it too much. Maybe this kind of situation happened too often, so Sang Yan just assumed that you came here to see him. "
"Did you forget why we came here?"
"Ah?"
"Isn't it 'whoring'?" Wen Yifan said, "How can the word 'see' match his words and actions."
"… …"
Zhong Siqiao started to laugh again.
Wen Yifan also laughed, "Alright, take it easy. You can laugh after he leaves, he's still sitting there. "
At this time, the high stools in front of the bar were already full, and Sang Yan occupied the seat at the edge. He picked up the transparent glass on the table and slowly took a sip of wine. His expression was calm like an unruly young master.
Seeing this, Zhong Siqiao finally restrained herself.
The waiter who spilled the wine just came over.
The waiter was a young man with baby fat on his face. He carried the tray and cautiously served the wine. Then, he returned the money that Wen Yifan had just paid and put it under the folder with the receipt.
"This is your wine."
Wen Yifan looked at the money, "This is … …"
Before she could finish her question, the waiter quickly explained with a slightly uneasy look, "I'm sorry, it was my fault. The boss has told me that your table is free of charge. "
Wen Yifan then remembered Sang Yan's words.
She paused and subconsciously refused, "It's okay, it's fine. Take the money back. "
The waiter shook his head, "Apart from this, you can call me anytime if you need anything else."
He was very determined, and Wen Yifan didn't insist. She picked up the coat that was placed aside, "I found this coat in the corridor when I went to the bathroom just now. Maybe one of the customers accidentally left it behind. "
The waiter quickly took it, "Okay, thank you."
After he left, Zhong Siqiao blinked at her, "What's going on?"
Wen Yifan briefly explained.
Zhong Siqiao's eyes widened, "He already said so, why did you still pay him?"
"It's not easy to open a restaurant." Wen Yifan took a sip of wine, "There's no need to take a few hundred yuan from him just because of this."
"Why are you still worried about the hardships of a rich second generation starting a business? This young master has been rich for a long time." Zhong Siqiao said, "But, he really doesn't remember you?"
Wen Yifan speculated reasonably, "He probably didn't recognize me."
"Didn't recognize me?" Zhong Siqiao felt that it was ridiculous and blurted out, "No, don't you know what you look like? Do you really think that you're ordinary just because you have the word 'Fan' in your name? "
"… …" Wen Yifan almost choked. She was speechless and amused, "I thought you were scolding me."
It was no wonder that Zhong Siqiao felt that the answer was unreasonable.
It was because Wen Yifan was really beautiful.
It was completely inconsistent with her gentle personality. Her appearance was extremely flirtatious, so beautiful that it was aggressive. Her pair of foxy eyes seemed to be used to seduce people's souls. The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and her every movement was flirtatious.
Sitting in this dark bar, it was as if there was light coming from her.
Zhong Siqiao always thought that she could rely on her face to become famous and rich.
She didn't expect that she would end up as a poor journalist.
"And you don't look any different from when you were in high school. It's just that your hair is shorter than that time." Zhong Siqiao instantly changed her words when she saw Sang Yan's reaction, "Well, it's possible."
"… …"
"With his looks, he must have hooked up with a lot of girls in the past few years. Maybe a few of them are the same type as you."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan supported her chin and looked at Sang Yan's direction.
This time, there was a woman next to him.
As if she wasn't afraid of the cold, the woman was wearing a close-fitting short skirt, revealing two fair and straight legs. She leaned on the bar counter, tilted her head and toasted him. She smiled sweetly, and her exquisite curves were clearly outlined with her movements.
Sang Yan looked up at her with a faint smile.
Under the contrast of this atmosphere, there was a hint of flirting.
This topic was short, and soon, Zhong Siqiao talked about something else.
Wen Yifan's attention was pulled back by her voice. She looked away and continued to chat with her.
After a while.
The female singer ended the last song. Noticing the time, Wen Yifan asked, "It's almost ten o 'clock, shall we go?"
Zhong Siqiao, "Sure."
Both of them got up and walked out.
Zhong Siqiao held Wen Yifan's arm and said while looking at her phone, "Xiang Lang just told me that he will be returning to China next month. Let's ask him to come with us next time. Let's go to a disco, it's a bit boring. "
Wen Yifan responded, "Okay."
Before leaving, she looked at the bar counter again.
Sang Yan was still sitting in his original position, but the woman next to him seemed to have changed. There was still no emotion on his face, as if he was indifferent to everything.
The unexpected reunion with her was just like what he showed, he just met a stranger that he had never met before.
Wen Yifan was in a daze.
She inexplicably remembered the last time they met before they lost contact.
It was a cold and moonless night. Thick fog and dark clouds pressed down on the small town, and the drizzle was like a downpour. In the narrow alley, the only street lamp was flickering. The flying ants crashed into the alley without hesitation.
The young man's hair was wet, and his eyelashes were also stained with water droplets. His skin was white, and the light in his eyes was extinguished.
Everything was like an illusion.
She couldn't remember what she was feeling at that time.
She only remembered.
Sang Yan's voice was hoarse, and he finally called her, "Wen Yifan."
Then he looked down and laughed at himself, "I'm not that bad, right?"
He also remembered.
He had lost all his pride and regarded himself as a filth that people avoided like ants.
"Don't worry." He smiled, "I won't bother you anymore."
Su Tian had been restless the whole night since he spilled the wine on the customer. He was very careful, lest he made the same mistake again and ignited the boss's anger that had just subsided.
After the customer left, he went forward to clean up the table.
After retrieving the wine glass, Yu Zhuo pulled the folder, and the few pieces of red paper under it were taken away.
His movements stopped.
He also noticed that a bracelet had fallen under the soft chair.
Su Tian reached out to pick it up and walked back to the bar with a heavy expression. He pushed the tray inside and said to the blonde bartender, "Brother He, K11's customer dropped something."
He Mingbo took it and looked up, "Oh yeah, the clothes you just brought over, why does it look like Brother Yan's?"
"Ah, I don't know. He said he picked it up in the toilet." Thinking about the money, Su Tian scratched his head, "Brother, Brother Yan just told me that this table is free of charge, but K11 didn't take the money. Should I tell him? "
He Mingbo glanced at him, "Go and admit your mistake."
"…" Su Tian was confused. He felt that he needed to explain, "Brother, it's not that I want to keep the money, but K11 didn't take it. I even told her several times. "
He Mingbo took the transparent bag bracelet and laughed, "Brother Yan isn't that reasonable."
"…"
It seemed so.
Although Su Tian thought so, when he went upstairs to look for Sang Yan, he couldn't help but struggle.
Sang Yan had been sitting in front of the bar the whole night. She didn't know when he went upstairs. At that moment, he was sitting in the innermost seat in the booth area with an indifferent expression on his face.
She didn't know if he heard what he said.
Sang Yan didn't say anything as he casually played with the transparent cup in his hand.
The atmosphere was almost oppressive.
Su Tian bit the bullet and said to ease the situation, "This might not be money for the drinks. I just heard the two customers say …"
He suddenly realized that what he was going to say next was not quite right, so he stammered, "But it was quite noisy, and I couldn't hear it clearly, so I'm not very sure … It's, it's …"
When his eyes met Sang Yan's cold gaze, Su Tian shivered and immediately spoke smoothly, "I heard this customer's friend ask her if she came to this bar to see you, Brother Yan, and she said no."
Sang Yan's eyelashes moved slightly.
Su Tian said, "Then she said, it's to get prostituted …"
Sang Yan: "…"
Sang Yan: "?"
"So this might be money for you …"
"…"
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