It was colder outside than when she came in.
The only sweater that could keep her warm was soaked and she put it into a bag. Wen Yifan felt that her body was almost out of her control when she walked to the door. She opened the door and subconsciously glanced at the opposite side of the room.
The man across the door probably hadn't returned at this time.
Usually, he would pass by her door with a smile on his face when she had fallen asleep at two or three o 'clock and knock on the door maliciously. The force was very strong and sounded like thunder in the middle of the night.
Then, he went back to his house.
He didn't do anything.
It was irritating, but she couldn't do anything to solve it.
Wen Yifan told the landlord about this situation several times, but it didn't seem to work.
After locking the door, Wen Yifan boiled a kettle of water and sent Zhong Siqiao a WeChat message: I'm home.
Zhong Siqiao's house was far from Shangan, she was still on the subway: So fast? I still have a few stops.
Zhong Siqiao: Eh.
Zhong Siqiao: I thought about Sang Yan's behavior tonight as I was getting some fresh air.
Zhong Siqiao: Do you think Sang Yan threw the coat to you because he was afraid that you would be cold? Then, he was too embarrassed to say it, so he came up with that excuse.
Wen Yifan took out some clothes from the closet. When she saw this sentence, she stopped what she was doing. [Say something reliable.]
Zhong Siqiao:?
Zhong Siqiao: How am I not reliable!!!
Wen Yifan: He's here to solve the problem.
Wen Yifan: So, he's probably afraid that I'll get sick from the cold, so he asked him for medical fees.
Zhong Siqiao: … …
Zhong Siqiao: Then, he can just find someone else to give you a coat.
Wen Yifan: It's not an easy task on such a cold day.
Zhong Siqiao:?
Wen Yifan reminded: He might not be able to borrow it.
Zhong Siqiao: … …
A notification of low battery popped up.
Wen Yifan put her phone on the table to charge and went into the bathroom. She removed the makeup on her face bit by bit. She stared at her face in the mirror and suddenly stopped.
The pair of unfamiliar eyes that she saw not long ago flashed in her mind.
Wen Yifan looked down and absent-mindedly threw the cotton pad into the trash can.
Not to mention now, even when they were most familiar with each other, Wen Yifan didn't know Sang Yan very well. So she couldn't tell if he was pretending not to recognize her or if he really didn't recognize her.
It was like flipping a coin to guess pros and cons.
There were no clues to be found, and there was no way to guess. He could only rely on luck to get the result.
After all, in her opinion, there were only two possibilities.
These were all things he could do.
After drying her hair, Wen Yifan habitually turned on her computer to write a press release for a while. It wasn't until she started to feel sleepy that she returned to the bed and reached for the phone on the table.
Not long after she entered the bathroom, Zhong Siqiao sent a few more messages: [Anything is possible. Even if it's not possible, we can still imagine it and feel good.]
Zhong Siqiao: [I'm curious how you feel when you see Sang Yan now.]
There was even a gossipy emoji at the end.
Wen Yifan thought for a moment and said, [He is indeed quite handsome.]
Zhong Siqiao: […]
Zhong Siqiao: [No more?]
Wen Yifan: [I haven't thought of anything else yet. I'll tell you when I think of something.]
Wen Yifan: [I'm going to sleep first. I'm so sleepy.]
In all fairness, it would be a lie to say that she didn't feel anything. But she felt that there was nothing to say. If she mentioned it, it would be a bunch of nonsense again. If she had the time, she might as well sleep more.
She threw her phone away and began to feel sleepy.
This time, Wen Yifan still slept extremely poorly without exception.
She was in a half-asleep state and was haunted by strange and dazzling dreams. When she felt that she would break free in the next second and fall asleep completely, she was woken up by the idiot next door who slapped the door.
Wen Yifan pulled the quilt off her head. Her whole body felt like it was on fire.
Wen Yifan's temper was widely known to be good. She could calmly solve any problem she encountered. Her emotions rarely fluctuated greatly.
Maybe it was because people always needed a channel to vent.
So she was extremely grumpy when she woke up.
She would lose her mind if she was woken up.
Not to mention in this kind of situation where she felt that she would fall asleep completely in the next second.
Wen Yifan tried to calm herself down. She only hoped that the person outside would quickly leave after a few slaps like he usually did.
However, this time, he seemed to be possessed. The knocking on the door continued, and he even hiccuped. "Still not awake? Pretty sister, do me a favor. My toilet is broken … Come here to take a shower … "
Wen Yifan closed her eyes, got up, and took out the camera. She adjusted the position and recorded in the direction of the door. Then, she picked up her phone and directly dialed 110. She clearly reported the address and the situation.
After all that, her sleepiness had completely disappeared.
In the middle of the night, she lived alone, and there was a drunken man harassing her outside the door.
Wen Yifan felt that under such circumstances, she should be afraid. But at this time, she only felt angry and tired. She didn't have the energy to allocate to other emotions.
Because there was no response, the man had already returned home before the police arrived.
Wen Yifan showed the footage to the police and asked to go to the police station to solve the matter. Since she had already called the police, she didn't want to reconcile. She planned to move away after this matter was over.
In the video, the door was slapped hard, accompanied by the man's drowsy voice. He looked at the person who was sleeping.
The police knocked on the opposite door.
After a while, the man opened the door and said impatiently, "Who is it!"
"We received a report," said the police, "that you were harassing your neighbor in the middle of the night."
"What harassment?" The man was silent for a few seconds, pretending to be drowsy. His tone was not as aggressive as before. "Comrade police, I just came back from drinking. I was drunk and knocked on the wrong door. It's just a misunderstanding. "
The police said with a straight face, "The person also provided a video. You knocked on the wrong door and shouted that you wanted to take a shower at someone's house? Don't talk nonsense with me. Hurry up, follow us to the police station. "
In such weather, the man only wore a close-fitting short-sleeved shirt, revealing the majestic tiger tattoo on his arm. He was very strong, and his muscles were bulging like a wall.
The man explained a few more times, but soon gave up when he saw that it was useless.
He raised his head and stared at Wen Yifan who was standing behind the police.
Wen Yifan leaned against the door with her arms crossed and looked back at him expressionlessly. Her eyes were very cold, without the slightest fear. Instead, it was as if she was staring at something dirty.
…
They arrived at the police station.
The man insisted that he was just talking nonsense when he was drunk. On the other side, Wen Yifan clearly explained the situation during this period of time. However, this incident did not cause any financial loss to her, it only caused her mental sensitivity and weakness.
In the end, the man was fined a few hundred yuan and detained for a few days.
Before leaving the police station, one of the old police kindly reminded her not to live in the group rental houses.
Not only that, but there were also other hidden dangers.
Previously, a group rental house caught on fire due to the overload of electricity. The Nanwu government had already begun to pay attention to this matter. When the policy was approved, they would start to manage it.
Wen Yifan nodded and thanked him.
The sky was already bright outside.
She went straight back to the station.
After returning to Nanwu, Wen Yifan submitted her resume to the Nanwu TV Station's City Channel's "News" program through the social recruitment.
"News" was a news program about people's livelihood. It mainly reported the livelihood news of the city and the surrounding counties and towns. Its main purpose was to "pay attention to people's lives and convey their voices".
Wen Yifan felt that her situation needed attention. She was thinking about whether she should report this matter as a topic and entered the office.
The lights were on, but no one was there.
She went to the pantry and made a cup of coffee. She was really listless at the moment, she didn't even have the appetite to eat breakfast. However, she couldn't sleep either. She browsed the news app and started writing.
She was in a daze for the whole day.
When the new intern, Fu Zhuang, went out with her for an interview, he had a hesitant expression on his face. In the end, he couldn't help but ask, "Sister Yifan, did I do something wrong?"
Wen Yifan realized that she had been in a bad mood for almost a whole day.
Wen Yifan didn't choose to work overtime for the first time until she submitted the news report. She packed her things and left.
The temperature was low at night. The cold wind was like a sharp ice blade, blowing past her ears.
Wen Yifan received a message from Zhong Siqiao after walking a few steps.
Zhong Siqiao: Wen Yifan, I'm dead.
"… …"
Wen Yifan:?
Zhong Siqiao: I! Really! Want! Dead! !!]
Zhong Siqiao: My bracelet is missing!
Zhong Siqiao: My idol gave it to me! I haven't worn it many times. Boohoo!
Wen Yifan: You didn't find it?
Zhong Siqiao: Yes, TAT.
Zhong Siqiao: I only realized it was missing this morning at the company. I thought it was at home, but I couldn't find it when I got home.
Zhong Siqiao: But I think it's at Sang Yan's bar.
Zhong Siqiao: Help me ask after work. It's too far for me to go to Shang 'an.
Wen Yifan: Okay.
Wen Yifan: Don't worry too much.
Wen Yifan's brain seemed to be rusty. She slowly thought about the direction and then lifted her feet again. Fortunately, the Fallen Street was not far from here. She could reach it in seven or eight minutes.
She went further and found the "Overtime" bar.
She walked in.
The style was different from last night. The round table was replaced by a rock band. The music was so loud that it made people's ears numb. The bar was dimly lit and the atmosphere was high. Colorful lights flashed across the bar.
Wen Yifan walked to the bar counter.
It was the same blonde bartender from last time.
Wen Yifan called out to him, "Hello."
The bartender smiled, "Good evening, madam. What would you like to drink? "
Wen Yifan shook her head and straightforwardly said, "I dropped a bracelet when I came here with my friend yesterday. I don't know if you found it?"
Hearing this, the bartender seemed to recognize her and immediately nodded, "Yes, please wait a moment."
"Okay, thank you."
Wen Yifan stood there and waited.
She watched the bartender open a drawer on one side and rummaged through it. Then he pulled the other side and rummaged through it again. He suddenly stopped and waved in a certain direction, calling out, "Su Tian."
The waiter called "Su Tian" walked over, "Hey. Brother He, what's wrong? "
Wen Yifan looked over.
She recognized it was the waiter who spilled wine on her yesterday.
The bartender was puzzled, "Didn't I keep the bracelet you found yesterday? Why didn't I find it? "
"Ah? The bracelet … "Su Tian was also confused. Then he suddenly remembered," Oh, right. When Brother Yan came down to pick up his clothes, he took the bracelet with him. "
"…"
Wen Yifan thought she heard it wrong. She was stunned and couldn't help but ask, "What?"
Su Tian subconsciously repeated, "Brother Yan took it."
"… …"
This time, Wen Yifan heard it clearly. She still couldn't believe it.
The owner of such a big bar.
How could he so blatantly take the property that was accidentally left by the customer as his own?
The bartender obviously didn't know about this, he was puzzled, "Why did Brother Yan take it? Where did he go? Wasn't he here just now? "
Su Tian was like a natural idiot, "I don't know."
There was a moment of silence.
The bartender looked back at Wen Yifan awkwardly, "I'm sorry, the owner is usually in charge of the lost and found items here. Why don't you leave your contact number or wait for a while, I'll contact the owner now. "
Wen Yifan didn't want to stay here for too long. She felt that it would be the same if she came back tomorrow, "It's okay, I'll leave my contact number."
"Okay." The bartender took a business card from the side and gave it to her, "Please write it on it."
Wen Yifan lowered her head and wrote a string of numbers on it. She handed it back to him, "Then please help me look for it again. If you find it, you can call this number — — "
She didn't finish her sentence.
The business card was suddenly taken away from her.
Wen Yifan was caught off guard and turned around.
She saw Sang Yan standing behind her. He was very close to her as if he was imprisoning her. He was tall and handsome. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at the business card casually.
Then, his eyes met hers.
There was a scene of revelry, deafening music, and the mixed aroma of tobacco and sandalwood.
The man's eyes were naturally cold, but at this moment, it was mixed with a bit of sloppiness.
It was a familiar yet strange look.
It seemed like he recognized her.
All of a sudden.
The corner of his lips loosened and he said with a faint smile, "You still don't want to give up?"
Wen Yifan didn't understand his words and was stunned.
Sang Yan threw the business card back in front of her. He slowly stood up and distanced himself from her.
"Did you come here to leave your contact number?"
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