Without waiting for Wen Yifan to react.
Sang Yan straightened up and took out his phone from his pocket, casually fiddling with it. After that, he seemed to have reacted, his tone was arrogant and shameless, "So it's here."
"… …"
He reminded her very considerately, "Then you don't have to take it."
Wen Yifan didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but her lips felt a little numb. The already narrow room seemed to have become even more cramped, and the ambiguity increased the temperature of the room, adding a sense of dryness.
Wen Yifan stared at the position of his lips for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up.
"I'm going to wash an apple."
After that, Wen Yifan didn't wait for Sang Yan's response, she directly took two apples and went into the bathroom. She closed the door in an attempt to cover it up, staring at herself in the mirror whose ears were obviously red, her mind was filled with the inadvertent touch just now.
She calmed her breath and turned on the tap.
It didn't take too long to wash an apple.
Wen Yifan didn't stay for too long, she was afraid that it would be too obvious, she left the bathroom after washing.
At this moment, Sang Yan was standing by the table, opening the bag that contained dinner. Wen Yifan sat next to him, she didn't take the initiative to speak.
Sang Yan glanced at her, he didn't mention the 'gift' just now.
It seemed that both of them were embarrassed to mention it again.
Just like that, the matter was settled.
Wen Yifan's mood gradually relaxed. She took a bite of the apple, she suddenly felt that he was very miserable. He had to stay with her in this shabby hotel on his birthday, and he could only eat the food that was casually packed outside for dinner.
Now that she thought about it, Wen Yifan still felt that meeting him in the noodle house was particularly strange. She didn't wait for his response, she was already prepared to discuss with him about moving after returning to Nanwu.
When she was about to leave.
But he fell from the sky at that moment.
The boss said, "You're still together after so many years."
He didn't respond.
After that, he didn't mention anything.
He didn't ask her why she went there, he didn't mention the past, and he didn't ask her for a reason.
It seemed like he didn't care, but also like he didn't want to talk about the past.
It also seemed like the moment they were together.
He had already let go of the past and let go of everything.
He only focused on the present in front of him.
… …
When Sang Yan finished his dinner, Wen Yifan had just finished her apple. She wanted to find something to talk about with him, but she didn't know what to say. She always felt a little uncomfortable.
It was as if he hadn't gotten used to their new relationship.
Noticing that it was getting late and that she had finished eating the apple, Wen Yifan felt that there was no reason for her to stay, but she also wanted to stay with him for a while. She lowered her head and did not take the initiative to speak. She lowered her head and played with her phone.
Sang Yan tidied up the lunch boxes and glanced at her. "Do you still want to eat?"
Wen Yifan looked up. "Huh?"
Sang Yan picked up another apple on the table, walked over and stuffed it into her hand. As if he could see her state, he raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Eat slower this time."
Wen Yifan: "Aren't you going to eat?"
"I'm not eating."
"Oh." Wen Yifan looked at the time again, calculated, and said softly, "Then I'll eat for another half an hour?"
Sang Yan looked at her. "Can you go any slower?"
Wen Yifan took a bite of the apple and mumbled, "… Yes."
The room fell into silence again.
After tidying up, Sang Yan sat next to Wen Yifan and played with his phone in boredom. She subconsciously turned to look at him and happened to meet his slightly curved lips.
Wen Yifan stared at him for a few seconds and quietly withdrew her gaze.
It was her first time in love.
She didn't know if everyone was like this.
Even if there was nothing to say, even if there was some awkwardness, she still wanted to stay with the other party. She still felt happy because of this slightly uncomfortable interaction.
Wen Yifan took the initiative to ask, "When did you buy the high-speed train ticket?"
Sang Yan looked up. "Huh?"
"I wanted to buy today's ticket yesterday and give it to you when I get back —" Wen Yifan paused for a moment and continued, "It's for your birthday. But there were no more tickets. "
Sang Yan put down his phone and said slowly, "Last week."
Wen Yifan was stunned. "Then how did you know I couldn't make it back today?"
"I didn't know, so I bought it first." Sang Yan said, "You can still get a refund."
Wen Yifan's chewing paused for a moment. After a long time, she swallowed the food in her mouth and said, "Then I'll do the same in the future."
"… …"
Sang Yan chuckled a few times.
Wen Yifan continued to eat the apple. But it wouldn't take long for her to finish the apple even if she tried her best to slow down. She took the last bite and said hesitantly, "Then I'll go back first?"
Sang Yan nodded.
Wen Yifan said, "We're leaving at eight in the morning tomorrow. You should go to bed earlier today."
Sang Yan, "Okay."
Wen Yifan threw the apple core into the trash can and got up. She walked a few steps away and suddenly recalled that she still had something to do. She suddenly turned back, "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan followed behind her, "What's wrong?"
Wen Yifan looked into his eyes and said seriously, "Happy birthday."
Sang Yan smiled and responded.
"What's your birthday wish?"
"I don't want to say it."
Wen Yifan blurted out, "Why?"
"Because," Sang Yan raised his hand and patted her head gently. He said seriously and casually, "It's already been realized."
When Wen Yifan returned to her room, half of her body was lying on the bed. She stared blankly at the empty space and seemed to be absent-minded. After a long while, she suddenly pulled the pillow next to her and rolled around.
The emotions that he had been suppressing all night seemed to be completely released at this moment, in a space where he was all alone.
Wen Yifan's eyes were sparkling. She covered her face with the pillow and felt that she couldn't hold back her elated mood. She took out her phone from her pocket and looked at her unread messages when she calmed down.
Zhong Siqiao sent her a series of messages.
[(Picture)]
[Damn, Sang Yan posted it in his moments.]
[Does he have a girlfriend?]
[Do you know who it is!!!]
[Are you still going to share a room with him? When the time comes, will his girlfriend find trouble with you? Do you want to take this opportunity to ask him to move out?]
Wen Yifan paused and subconsciously clicked on the picture.
It was a screenshot of Sang Yan's moments by Zhong Siqiao.
He only posted a picture without any words.
The picture was of the birthday cake that Wen Yifan ordered for him. She specifically asked the staff to write 'Happy Birthday Sang Yan' on it.
Sang Yan's photography skills weren't very good. The picture looked a little blurry, as if it was just taken casually.
Zhong Siqiao and Sang Yan had a lot of mutual friends. There were a lot of comments below the screenshot. Most of them wished him a happy birthday, but there were also many comments about Sang Yan's behavior.
【？】
[Did your account get hacked?]
[I mentioned my birthday to this idiot last time. He said it was a man's birthday and said I was pretentious!!!]
[Be normal, okay? No one cares!]
At the bottom.
Sang Yan replied in one sentence.
[Sorry, my girlfriend asked me to post it.]
… …
Wen Yifan exited the picture. Although she didn't ask for this, her suppressed emotions instantly surged when she saw Sang Yan's moments.
Wen Yifan blinked and replied to Zhong Siqiao: [Probably not.]
Wen Yifan: [His girlfriend is me.]
After typing this sentence, Wen Yifan stared at it for a while and the corners of her lips curved up. She clicked send and opened a chat with Qian Weihua. She mentioned that she wanted to bring a friend along when she went back tomorrow.
Qian Weihua was easy to talk to and immediately agreed: [Okay.]
Wen Yifan's WeChat exploded when she received this message.
It was all one-sided bombardment from Zhong Siqiao.
【？】
【？？？】
【？？？？？】
Wen Yifan indeed didn't mention this to Zhong Siqiao at all. She was a little embarrassed and guilty, so she replied: [That's about it.]
Wen Yifan: [I just confirmed it.]
Zhong Siqiao: [Didn't you tell me that you two were together! Did you not have any feelings for each other!?]
Wen Yifan couldn't remember saying such a thing: [Did I?]
Zhong Siqiao: [Of course!]
Zhong Siqiao: [Maybe it wasn't the original words, but that's what it meant!]
Wen Yifan: [Oh …]
Wen Yifan: [That's me.]
Wen Yifan: [You couldn't control yourself, right?]
Zhong Siqiao: […]
Zhong Siqiao: [?]
The next morning.
Wen Yifan packed her things and went to Sang Yan's room to look for him. She still felt very unreal when she saw him, so she said gently, "Let's have breakfast downstairs and then drive back."
Sang Yan nodded sleepily.
Wen Yifan glanced at him again and didn't say anything. She took him to the door of Qian Weihua and Mu Chengyun's room.
Not long after, the other two also came out of the room.
The four of them had met before. Qian Weihua saw Sang Yan once when his house was on fire. So Qian Weihua wasn't surprised to see Sang Yan at this time. He just greeted him, "Are you here for a business trip or for fun?"
Sang Yan said concisely, "I'm looking for someone."
Mu Chengyun's gaze wandered around Sang Yan and Wen Yifan, but he didn't say anything.
The four of them went downstairs.
Qian Weihua and Wen Yifan took their room cards to check out.
Sang Yan and Mu Chengyun waited at the side.
After standing for half a minute, Mu Chengyun took the initiative to speak with a cute smile, "Senior Sang, although I know you want to see Sister Yifan, she's on a business trip. I don't think it's appropriate for you to follow her here for a business trip. "
Hearing this, Sang Yan turned to look at him with an indifferent expression.
"Sister Yifan has a good personality, she shouldn't be angry with you." Mu Chengyun said, "But you have to think about her."
Sang Yan seemed to think what he said was reasonable, so he said slowly, "Oh."
Maybe it was because he was ridiculed by him last time, so this time Mu Chengyun wanted to win back some face for himself. He paused for a few seconds and sighed, "It's no wonder you're useless when you chase after her."
… …
After checking out, Wen Yifan took the deposit and walked towards Sang Yan with Qian Weihua.
The two of them were about five to six meters away, and they were talking. Sang Yan was slightly taller than Mu Chengyun. He was tall and his temperament completely suppressed Mu Chengyun. His expression was leisurely, as if he didn't take Mu Chengyun seriously at all.
He also didn't take Mu Chengyun's words seriously, he just treated them as passing wind.
Wen Yifan faintly heard Sang Yan say, "It's long past that stage."
Mu Chengyun, who was standing opposite him, seemed to be stunned.
After a few seconds.
"We are now …" Sang Yan's eyelashes moved as he said this, and his eyes met hers. As if he had thought of something, he curled his lips and said word by word, "Mutual. Affection."
"… …"
"Mutual affection," Sang Yan repeated, and added arrogantly, "Have you heard of this phrase?"
"… …"
Qian Weihua didn't know what they were talking about, so he didn't understand what they were talking about. He only thought that they were talking about young people's topics, so he didn't interrupt their conversation.
But Wen Yifan was very clear that she was the one who said this, and it was only less than a night after she said it.
Moreover, Sang Yan was staring at her when he said this.
At this moment, Wen Yifan had an inexplicable feeling that Sang Yan's words were more for her to hear. And after she said this last night, Sang Yan did laugh for a long time.
That was basically enough to solve the case.
He probably felt that he looked stupid when he said this in a serious manner.
Wen Yifan pursed her lips, she was a little embarrassed.
Sigh.
But she had no experience.
She only felt that this kind of thing generally had to have a sense of ceremony. After all, it wasn't as legally binding as a marriage certificate. Since there was no other proof, she had to at least use words to go through some procedures.
Only then could this relationship be more formal.
Because of their arrival, Sang Yan and Mu Chengyun's conversation was interrupted.
Wen Yifan silently walked back to Sang Yan's side.
The two of them walked behind her. Not long after, Wen Yifan felt that Sang Yan suddenly used his fingertips to gently hook her fingers, and then let go. The force was neither light nor heavy, and it was a little ticklish.
Wen Yifan subconsciously looked up and met his slightly tilted face.
Sang Yan's eyelids drooped as he looked at her, his smile slightly cynical. He bent down slightly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "What about you? Have you heard it?"
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