Because of Mu Chengyun's words, Wen Yifan subconsciously glanced around when she left the company. After all, she had seen this kind of troublemaking situation, so she felt a little uneasy. She roughly recalled the reports she had done during this period.
She had no impression of quarreling with the people involved, and it was basically peaceful communication.
She hadn't done any exposing news recently.
At this time, there were still a lot of people in Shangan. Plus, the Fallen Street was nearby, so the street was lively and noisy. The street lights covered a large area. In this dark night, the world was still as bright as day.
Wen Yifan's worry also dissipated.
She was so cold that her body was stiff. She tucked her chin into her scarf and directly stopped a car.
The restaurant that Qian Fei booked for his wedding was near Shangan. It was a ten-minute drive.
After getting in the car, Wen Yifan first sent a WeChat message to Sang Yan. Thinking that she might have to meet a lot of his friends, she thought for a while, took out lipstick from her bag, and lightly touched up her makeup.
Wen Yifan stared out the window, and her thoughts gradually drifted. She remembered the things that Mu Chengyun repeated about Sang Yan's graduation ceremony.
She didn't dare to think about it in the past, and never mentioned it to Sang Yan again. But now, the closer they were to each other, the more she felt anxious. She always worried that their current relationship would one day be affected by the past.
— — "They seemed to mention that one of the seniors was a spare tire for a few years or something."
— — "Then Senior Sang spoke."
In an instant, time flew forward.
They returned to the dull, dark, and suffocating summer vacation.
The young man stood in front of her. The fine raindrops hit his eyelashes, gathered into bean-sized water droplets, and then fell. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and his voice was very soft. "Why did you apply to Yi University?"
Wen Yifan couldn't remember how she felt at that time. She only remembered that she couldn't think of a suitable reason, so she calmly replied, "I have an appointment with someone else."
Sang Yan looked at her. "What about me?"
"…"
After a long time, Sang Yan's eyes looked down, and there seemed to be no warmth in them. For the first time, he used address to distance the two of them, and asked word by word, "Wen Yifan, am I your spare tire?"
…
The memory was interrupted by a honking sound.
The driver in the front seemed to be very angry. He immediately braked and rolled down the window. He shouted outside, "Idiot! Do you know how to drive? "
Wen Yifan's body leaned forward and she looked out of the window. A sports car brushed past them in an extremely arrogant and despotic manner as if it didn't have eyes. It almost collided with them.
After cursing, the driver started the car again.
Wen Yifan asked with lingering fear, "Master, what happened?"
"Did I scare you, girl?" Wen Yifan was good-looking and spoke softly. The driver's anger obviously subsided because of her, "This is how it is here in Shangan. A bunch of rich second generations drive and race after drinking, and no one cares about them."
"…"
Wen Yifan knew about this.
The team had already made several reports about this incident.
However, Wen Yifan's attention was attracted by the word "drunk driving". Her expression froze for a moment, and in an instant, she recalled that early morning on Valentine's Day. When he arrived at the scene, he bumped into Che Xinde who was driving under the influence.
She wondered if he would know that she was working at Nanwu TV Station.
Wen Yifan recalled the description given by Mu Chengyun.
A middle-aged man in his forties.
"… …"
She wasn't too sure about this guess, and her lips gradually straightened.
After arriving at the destination, Wen Yifan paid and got out of the car.
Before she took out her phone, she noticed Sang Yan standing at the entrance of the restaurant. He stood lazily, tall and thin, and wore a formal suit that didn't withstand the cold. At this moment, there was a cigarette between his fingers, and he looked tired.
Wen Yifan walked in front of him, "Why are you smoking here?"
Sang Yan looked down at her when he heard that. His body reeked of alcohol, and she didn't know how much he had drunk. However, his eyes were clear, and there was no sign of drunkenness.
"Aren't you cold?" Wen Yifan touched his hand and said gently, "Let's go in, your clothes don't seem to withstand the cold at all."
Sang Yan responded and put out the cigarette on the trash can next to him, "I'm cold, help me cover my mouth."
"Did you drink a lot?" Wen Yifan observed his appearance, held his hand and stuffed it into the pocket of her coat, "Didn't you say that you didn't want to be the best man? Why did he force you to drink? "
Sang Yan stared at her face and said leisurely, "Everyone who has a partner has to be forced to drink."
"…" Wen Yifan blinked and thought about this logic, "Then, do I have to be forced to drink too?"
"Of course." Sang Yan pulled her inside, "But."
"Hmm?"
Sang Yan's lips curled up slightly, and his finger gently rubbed the back of her hand. He seemed to be in a good mood.
"Your partner has already taken care of your share."
…
Sang Yan brought Wen Yifan to the table he was sitting at.
This table was basically filled with Qian Fei's buddies, and they all knew each other. Seeing Sang Yan holding Wen Yifan's hand, the group of noisy men suddenly quieted down.
Noticing that everyone was looking at them, Wen Yifan felt a little uncomfortable.
The first to break the silence was still Su Haoan, "Damn, Sang Yan, your partner is Wen Yifan?"
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows, "Why?"
"This is the girl you said is crazy about hitting on you?" Su Haoan was speechless. He felt that he really shouldn't listen to his bullsh * t, "How can you say something like this?"
Wen Yifan subconsciously looked at Sang Yan.
Su Haoan then said to Wen Yifan, "Wen Yifan, can you say something to slap this dog's face! I really can't stand his arrogant face that makes people want to vomit! "
"Ah?" Wen Yifan didn't think there was anything wrong with his words, and she hesitantly replied, "But I really do, but I'm not hitting on …"
"…"
Wen Yifan felt that the word "hitting on" sounded not too sincere, "It's chasing."
As soon as she finished her words.
The banquet fell into silence again.
Sang Yan didn't say anything, he just silently played with her hand, and his expression was extremely leisurely. He tilted his head and stared at Wen Yifan's serious expression as she explained. Suddenly, he lowered his chin and laughed a few times.
Su Haoan was a little speechless, "You're giving Sang Yan too much face."
It seemed that no one present believed Wen Yifan's words.
Wen Yifan also didn't pay much attention to their reactions, but she subconsciously looked around. She glanced at the person sitting next to Sang Yan, and she quickly recognized that he was also Sang Yan's university roommate.
His name was Chen Junwen.
"So," Chen Junwen happened to open his mouth, and his tone was extremely gossipy, "Su Haoan, the girl that you've been talking about all over the world, the girl that Sang Yan couldn't get even with in high school? That's her? "
Su Haoan was a typical bad friend, he sighed, "Yes, that's why you still have the nerve to brag that a girl is chasing after him."
"… …"
Wen Yifan was a little puzzled, she moved closer to Sang Yan's ear and asked, "Do you want to explain?"
Sang Yan glanced at her, "Explain what?"
Wen Yifan was very concerned about his pride, "Say that you're really not bragging."
"… …"
Chen Junwen continued, "So, Sang Yan, that's why you couldn't get a girlfriend in university?"
"You're thinking too much," Su Haoan shouted, "Sang Yan simply couldn't get a girlfriend, okay? Who the f * ck can tolerate that dog temper! Tell me, tell me, can you tolerate it! How good of a person must be to spend the rest of their life with him! "
Chen Junwen took a sip of wine, "To be honest, when Sang Yan asked me if Duan Jiaxu was handsome, I really thought he liked Duan Jiaxu."
It's the rumored partner again.
Wen Yifan subconsciously listened to Chen Junwen's words.
"I'm convinced, what else did you say after that, oh — —" Chen Junwen imitated Sang Yan's tone and said slowly, "Then, who's more handsome, me or Duan Jiaxu?"
"… …"
Wen Yifan immediately looked at Sang Yan.
She met his condescending and meaningful gaze.
It was as if he was late and wanted to settle old scores with her.
This time, Wen Yifan didn't want to take advantage of the situation. She pursed her lips and thought for a while, then she moved closer to his ear and stroked his hair.
"I'll vote for you."
"No need." Sang Yan was still stubborn, he didn't seem to accept such a perfunctory solution, his tone was also light, "I never force people to do things against their will."
Wen Yifan wanted to laugh, "No, I'm sincere."
Sang Yan said, "Really?"
"Otherwise," Wen Yifan paused and repeated Su Haoan's words, "I wouldn't have pursued you so crazily."
"… …"
The wedding banquet was coming to an end.
Sang Yan was dragged to another table by a few of his old friends. Wen Yifan didn't know those people, so she didn't go over. She stayed at the original table and waited for him to come back. She lowered her head and played with her phone. She heard Chen Junwen chatting with the man next to him.
Chen Junwen sighed, "I didn't expect Lao Qian to be the first one among us to get married. I remember when we separated after graduation, he cried and complained about how long he had been a spare tire for others during his university days."
Another person laughed, "He graduated a few years ago."
Chen Junwen was amused, "Yeah, I remember Sang Yan was drunk at that time. I don't know who he thought I was, he said something … …"
Wen Yifan subconsciously looked over.
She didn't hear what Chen Junwen said next. Su Haoan suddenly stood up and toasted Wen Yifan as if he was drunk, "Hey, Wen Yifan. To celebrate you and my good brother Sang Yan becoming a couple, come, let's have a few drinks! "
Wen Yifan looked away and remembered what Sang Yan said, "Those who have a partner will be drunk." She smiled and drank the wine with this kind of mood. She obediently took the wine and drank it.
… …
When Sang Yan came back from another table, he saw that Wen Yifan had been drunk several times. She had a strong smell of alcohol on her, but her face was normal. She looked fine except for her slightly redder cheeks than usual.
However, her reaction was obviously a few beats slower, and her eyes were a little dull.
Sang Yan had seen Wen Yifan when she was drunk, so he could roughly see her situation at this time.
He looked at Su Haoan and was a little angry, "What's the matter?"
"Good brother," Su Haoan didn't look very sober, he said with a smile, "Yes, it's your father! Your father gave it to you personally! It was a wonderful night! You're welcome! "
"… …"
Wen Yifan was still sitting in the same place, drinking calmly as usual.
Sang Yan didn't let her continue drinking. He directly picked up the glass in her hand and put it aside. Seeing that it was getting late, he simply grabbed Wen Yifan and said in a deep voice, "Let's go home."
Wen Yifan looked up and stared at Sang Yan's face, "Okay."
Both of them were drunk, so they couldn't drive.
Although Wen Yifan still had a calm look on her face, she could no longer walk straight. She was half-supported by Sang Yan out of the restaurant, then she stood there and watched Sang Yan waiting for a taxi by the roadside.
In the end, Wen Yifan seemed to be tired of standing, so she simply sat on the stone pillar that was blocking the taxi.
This street was not considered remote, but for some reason, there wasn't a taxi around for a long time.
Sang Yan saw Wen Yifan's movement from the corner of his eyes, he walked back to her and squatted down to look at her. He frowned and pinched her face, "You're quite capable."
Wen Yifan nodded and accepted the compliment, "Thank you."
Sang Yan was annoyed, "Who allowed you to drink?"
"… …" Wen Yifan stared at his face and suddenly raised her hand to touch him, "Sang Yan."
"What's wrong?"
Wen Yifan pursed her lips as she thought of something. She was a little depressed. She sniffled and whispered, "Have you been having a hard time these few years?"
Sang Yan's expression froze, "Who said anything to you?"
Wen Yifan shook her head, "No."
Sang Yan smiled, "Then what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking," Wen Yifan tilted her head, her expression was exceptionally confused, and she seemed to be extremely sad about it, "Why did you go to the Fallen Street and become the main attraction?"
"… …"
Sang Yan's smile froze as he never thought he would hear such a word.
"Don't be like that," Wen Yifan sighed and said seriously, "I'll redeem you, okay?"
"… …"
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