After the awkwardness, Wen Yifan adjusted her mood quickly. She didn't think there was anything she couldn't say, so she was much calmer. She nodded her head lightly and said in agreement, "I have."
Sang Yan looked at her.
"That's what I said."
"… …"
The hotel was located on a somewhat remote street, and there weren't many shops around it. However, there was a breakfast shop across the street, and there were already a lot of people in the shop. Most of them lived in the surrounding neighborhood.
The four of them randomly ordered breakfast and left after eating.
The car was parked near the hotel, about 50 meters away.
Qian Weihua was getting older, and his body couldn't take all the running and staying up all night. His back had been aching for the past few days, and he lacked rest.
Mu Chengyun hadn't gotten his driver's license yet. So, they had agreed last night that Wen Yifan would drive today.
The drive was a total of three hours, so it wasn't too far. Along the way, the other two were mostly resting, and only Sang Yan, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, occasionally talked to her.
After arriving at Nanwu, Wen Yifan first dropped Sang Yan off at the entrance of the community, then drove back to the station.
Wen Yifan got out of the car after driving to the parking lot. The three of them took the equipment from the car and walked toward the building. Qian Weihua walked alone in front, and he was talking to someone on the phone.
It seemed like he had been holding back all the way, and not long after, Mu Chengyun suddenly called her.
"Sister Yifan."
Wen Yifan tilted her head, "What's wrong?"
Mu Chengyun was silent for a few seconds, his tone seemed to be sure, but he didn't want to believe it.
"Are you with Senior Sang?"
Because Sang Yan was hitchhiking, Wen Yifan was too embarrassed to tell him about the relationship between them. She was afraid that it would give people a feeling that she couldn't distinguish between work and work, and that she was here for a relationship instead of work.
But thinking about it carefully, Wen Yifan didn't seem to delay anything during this business trip except bringing Sang Yan along on the way back.
Wen Yifan felt that there was no reason to hide it at this time, so she nodded, "Mhmm."
Mu Chengyun was silent for a while, then he quickly smiled and said, "I see."
Based on Su Tian's words and Mu Chengyun's behavior, Wen Yifan also knew what he was thinking. But the two of them didn't have much contact, and he didn't mention it directly, so she didn't pay too much attention.
Wen Yifan was relieved.
He felt that it was good for both of them to talk about this matter now.
He returned to his office.
Wen Yifan greeted the others, then began to flip through the materials and frantically write. She just wanted to finish her work as soon as possible, end this overtime that had lasted for half a month, and return home to rest.
Before she got off work, Wen Yifan received a WeChat message from Sang Yan asking her when she would get off work. She glanced at the time and replied with a rough time: [Around seven.]
Wen Yifan: [What happened?]
The next moment.
Sang Yan sent a voice message over. His voice was slow and collected.
"I just want to tell you something."
Three seconds later, another message came in.
"Your boyfriend is coming to pick you up."
After finishing the remaining work, Wen Yifan packed her things and left the company. At a glance, she saw Sang Yan's car parked nearby. She walked over quickly and got into the passenger seat.
Sang Yan changed his clothes. It seemed that he had gone home to rest for a while in the afternoon. At this time, he was in a much better mood.
Wen Yifan didn't know why he came over, she asked, "Where are we going now?"
"Go home." Sang Yan tilted his head and looked at her for a while.
Wen Yifan looked back at him, "What happened?"
There was another moment of silence.
Sang Yan didn't say anything. He suddenly loosened his seat belt and came over to help her fasten it. His face zoomed in in an instant. The distance between them was very close. After fastening the seat belt, he didn't go back immediately. He just finished his sentence at this distance.
"Don't you still owe me a gift?"
They could even feel each other's breath at this distance.
Wen Yifan subconsciously held her breath, "Didn't you say that you already received it?"
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows.
Wen Yifan blinked, "Then I'll keep this gift for you next year."
"I was just trying to give you face, so I put it in a nicer way." Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "But don't you know who's the one receiving the gift?"
"I think," Wen Yifan thought for a while and felt like laughing, "Let's do it half and half."
"… …"
"Yes, after we kissed." Wen Yifan was a little embarrassed to say it out loud. But she still described yesterday's situation very seriously, "You seem to be quite happy too."
Sang Yan glanced at her and didn't continue to refute. His gaze slid down and fixed on her lips. Then, he sat straight back and started the car, "Okay."
"Hmm?"
Sang Yan was very calm, "I admit it."
… …
It was a little late to go home and cook dinner.
Sang Yan stopped the car at a restaurant near his house and went in to buy dinner. After that, the two of them went home.
She hadn't been home for half a month. The house didn't seem to be any different from before she left. Everything was still in place and neatly arranged. Wen Yifan just wanted to eat and go to bed. Sang Yan pulled her up just as she sat down to eat.
Wen Yifan looked at him blankly.
Sang Yan reminded her, "Did you forget something?"
"… …"
Wen Yifan immediately remembered and got up to go to the room, "Wait for me for a while."
After entering the room, Wen Yifan opened the wardrobe and took down the bag that she placed on the top. She looked inside and was a little worried. She didn't know if he would like it.
Wen Yifan walked back to the dining table and handed the bag to him.
Sang Yan took it and glanced at it casually, "Clothes?"
Wen Yifan nodded, "Coat."
Sang Yan looked down and took it out.
It was a long coat in a pure camel color.
Sang Yan had never worn this color before. He stared at it for a while and asked, "Why did you buy this color?"
Wen Yifan observed his expression, "I think it suits you."
Soon, she added, "And I've never seen you wear this color."
Although he seemed to prefer wearing black.
However, Wen Yifan still occasionally wanted to see him wearing different colors of clothes.
Wen Yifan didn't know if the gift she bought was good or not. She was a little nervous, "If you don't like it, why don't I give you another gift?"
Sang Yan smiled, "When did I say I don't like it?"
"… …"
"I've received a lot of gifts this year." Sang Yan purposely paused for a long time before commenting in a seemingly serious manner, "This should be ranked second."
Wen Yifan exclaimed and asked, "What's the first?"
"First?" Sang Yan didn't say it directly, "I received it yesterday."
"… …"
Yesterday?
Yesterday was Sang Yan's birthday, he should have received a lot of gifts.
She gave him a cake.
They also established their relationship yesterday.
Also, according to what Sang Yan said, the kiss on the lips should also be counted.
Wen Yifan wasn't sure if it had anything to do with her, but she wanted to know the answer, so she asked again, "What is it?"
Sang Yan let her guess, "What do you think?"
Wen Yifan didn't know what other gifts he received. She thought that other people's gifts were also precious, so she didn't want to recklessly claim the first place. She reached out and opened the package in front of her, "Let me guess first."
But she guessed it for less than half a minute.
Suddenly, Wen Yifan felt a force on her head. She subconsciously looked up and saw Sang Yan putting his hand on her head and rubbing it hard.
It wasn't as gentle as a normal person.
Soon, Sang Yan's movement stopped and the corner of his lips slightly raised.
"Thank you."
His hand was still on Wen Yifan's head.
Wen Yifan didn't move and looked into his dark eyes. She didn't understand, "What are you thanking me for?"
Sang Yan smiled, "A gift."
Hearing that, Wen Yifan's eyes moved down and fixed on the coat in his hand.
"Also, stop guessing." Sang Yan withdrew his hand and said lightly, "You're the first."
…
After dinner, Wen Yifan returned to her room.
After a series of bedtime procedures, Wen Yifan lay back on the bed. When she was thinking about what Sang Yan said, there was a knock on the door. She was startled and sat up.
She didn't know what Sang Yan was going to do at this time. She immediately got up and opened the door.
Sang Yan stood outside the door and looked like he had just taken a shower. He was wearing casual clothes, and his hair was half wet, hanging softly by the side of his ears, looking a little fluffy. Seeing that she opened the door, he tilted his head and seemed to be looking at the back of her ear.
The next moment, Sang Yan frowned and directly pulled her wrist into his arms.
Following this force, Wen Yifan's body leaned forward and her forehead hit his chest.
She was caught off guard and asked blankly, "What's wrong?"
Sang Yan's other hand pressed against the back of her neck and didn't do anything else. Then, he slightly tilted his head and looked at the back of her ear for a while. It seemed like he was observing something.
Wen Yifan instantly understood.
The distance was very close, and he had just taken a shower, so the sandalwood fragrance on his body was very strong. Wen Yifan felt that his gaze seemed to have a shape, and the places that were touched by him were a little hot.
Wen Yifan wanted to step back a little, but she was held by him and couldn't move.
Sang Yan said faintly, "Have you applied the medicine?"
"No." Wen Yifan licked her lips and explained, "It's already scabbed, so you don't need to apply it."
"It's wet." Sang Yan let go of her hand and sounded a little unhappy. "You didn't see it at all, did you?"
"…"
Sang Yan walked out and said, "Come out and apply the medicine."
Wen Yifan subconsciously touched the back of her ear, and then realized that it was a little painful and swollen. She didn't pay much attention to this small injury and followed Sang Yan's footsteps.
Sang Yan took out the medicine from the TV cabinet and raised his chin to the sofa. "Sit there."
Wen Yifan didn't think it was a big deal. "This injury will heal naturally."
Sang Yan ignored her words. He walked back and sat next to her. He moved closer to her expressionlessly. He picked up a cotton ball as if he wanted to help her wipe the water off the surface of the wound.
The atmosphere was a little heavy.
This situation reminded Wen Yifan of the scene when she applied the medicine for him.
She felt that she had to do something to ease the atmosphere.
Wen Yifan saw Sang Yan was about to touch her from the corner of her eyes. She thought for a moment and suddenly dodged.
Their eyes met.
Wen Yifan forced out a word, "It hurts."
"… …"
The heavy atmosphere seemed to be broken at this moment.
Sang Yan said with a faint smile, "Are you trying to blackmail me?"
Wen Yifan wanted to say that she learned those moves from him, but she decided to save some face for him. She leaned back and casually mentioned, "I didn't care much after the scab formed, I thought it was almost healed."
She was hinting for him to stop pulling a long face.
Sang Yan didn't respond, "Do you always get injured in this job?"
"Ah?" Wen Yifan thought for a while, "Not really."
"… …"
"Occasionally, I don't know when I scratched myself this time." Wen Yifan said with a smile, "And I didn't notice it immediately. I only found out when my colleague told me. It doesn't hurt very much. "
Sang Yan disinfected her with iodophor. He looked like a devil incarnate, but his actions were gentle.
"Really?"
Wen Yifan didn't know why, but when she heard this, she swallowed her words of denial inexplicably. She stared at the side of Sang Yan's face and subconsciously answered truthfully, "It hurts a little."
Sang Yan's strength seemed to be a little lighter, "Does it hurt now?"
Wen Yifan, "It's alright."
Sang Yan threw the cotton swab into the trash can after the treatment, "Don't touch the water when you shower tomorrow."
"Okay."
Sang Yan began to pack his things and said casually, "Go to sleep."
Wen Yifan nodded, stood up and walked towards the direction of the room. But soon, she turned around and looked at Sang Yan who was still sitting on the sofa. She suddenly asked, "Are you still going to apply medicine for me tomorrow?"
"… …"
Sang Yan's movement stopped as if he didn't expect her to take the initiative to say this. He also looked at her for a while before withdrawing his gaze.
"Come find me after your shower."
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