Sang Yan didn't expect that he would hear this word from Wen Yifan's mouth after more than a year. Moreover, this time it had risen to the level of "redemption".
He felt ridiculous, but a little funny, "What about me?"
Wen Yifan's hand was freezing cold, and she was still touching his face. Her eyes were focused, and her fingertips slid down from his eyebrows, along the side of his face, and stopped at the slightly sunken dimple on the side of his right lip.
She didn't move.
Her line of sight also moved down.
"Say it." Sang Yan let her touch him, and reached out to hold her other hand, "You want to redeem me, then what?"
"Then?" Wen Yifan slowly raised her eyelashes, stared at his familiar eyebrows, and honestly said her inner desire, "To make you mine."
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows, "Do I need you to redeem me?"
"Yes. Because I saw you, "Wen Yifan pursed her lips and complained softly," You smiled with another girl. "
After that, she continued to explain for him, "But this must be a requirement of your job … When I redeem you, you don't have to do this kind of thing anymore."
"Wen Shuangjiang, who taught you to smear people when you're drunk?" Sang Yan held her hand a little harder, "Aren't there all men at this table today? Who did I smile with?"
Wen Yifan shook her head, "Not today."
Sang Yan, "If not today, then what day?"
"When I went to 'work overtime' for the first time," Wen Yifan spoke very slowly, as if she was recalling, "You smiled with four girls in one night, and you even gave them your contact information."
"…"
Sang Yan had no memory of such a long time ago, but he was very sure that he didn't do it. He stared straight at her, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "Look at it yourself."
Before Wen Yifan took the mobile phone, the sound of a car came from behind.
Sang Yan glanced sideways and saw that it was an empty taxi. He directly stuffed the phone into Wen Yifan's hand and raised his hand to stop her. Then, he pulled her up and half held her in his arms, "Let's go home."
Wen Yifan was still holding the phone, still calling him, "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan: "Huh?"
Wen Yifan was very serious. "I'm already preparing to raise money. You can't laugh at others."
"…"
Sang Yan looked at her for a few seconds and suddenly felt that he couldn't communicate with this drunkard. He opened the car door and shoved her into the car as he took the dirty water. "Okay, got it."
Closing the door, Sang Yan walked to the other side of the car and got in.
Sang Yan told the driver the address and helped Wen Yifan fasten her seat belt.
Wen Yifan wasn't used to staring at his actions and their eyes at such a close distance. Plus, she was tipsy and felt a little uncomfortable, "Why do I have to wear a seatbelt in the back seat?"
Sang Yan looked up. "You have to fasten it no matter where you sit."
"Oh." Wen Yifan looked at him as he sat back down, "Then why didn't you fasten it?"
"I think it's too tight."
Wen Yifan nodded again as if she understood what he meant. There was silence in the car. Her eyes were still on him. A few seconds later, she asked, "Then why aren't you wearing it?"
"…"
Sang Yan was silent for three seconds. Seeing that she was still looking at him, he fastened the seatbelt again and fastened it.
Seeing this, Wen Yifan seemed to be satisfied. She looked down and fixed her eyes on Sang Yan's left hand. His sleeves were slightly rolled up. The bracelet that she gave him earlier was still on his left wrist as if he had never taken it off.
It was a red string with a small pendant. It didn't match his temperament.
But after he put it on, he felt that it was quite suitable.
Wen Yifan grabbed his hand and touched it a few times. The scene of Su Haoan teasing Sang Yan tonight appeared in her mind. She was a little unhappy and whispered, "Will they laugh at you if you wear this?"
"Hmm?" Sang Yan said lazily, "It's none of their business."
"…"
"Then why are we leaving so early?" Wen Yifan thought hard and spoke slowly, "I just heard them say that there's going to be a nuptial activity later …"
Sang Yan imitated her speed of speech and said slowly, "Because there was a drunkard who was drunk."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan looked at him and asked, "Are you drunk?"
"…"
"Then I'll go back and make you some honey water." Wen Yifan was a lot more talkative than usual when she was drunk, but her words were still logical. "Then you should go to bed early. Don't you have to work tomorrow?"
Sang Yan tilted his head, "What about you?"
Wen Yifan blinked, "I'm off tomorrow."
"Hmm." Sang Yan pinched the flesh on her palm and said casually, "You're free, so you want to find something for me to do."
"Since I'm going to buy you out, you have to forget about your identity as the top hostess." Wen Yifan brought the topic back with a serious expression. "It's natural for you to do anything for me."
"…"
It was the first time Sang Yan heard about the title of "top hostess", and it was because of Su Haoan. At that time, Su Haoan heard about it from somewhere and was particularly dissatisfied. Therefore, he argued with him about who was the top hostess of Depravity Street.
He was too lazy to care about Su Haoan and didn't care about it at all.
But Sang Yan didn't expect that.
This title could be an opportunity for him to meet Wen Yifan again, and she seemed to be brooding about it.
There was a long silence.
Sang Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud as if he couldn't hold it in anymore. His shoulders trembled slightly, and his chest heaved up and down when he laughed. After a long time, he said, "Okay, you're right."
"…"
"Also, I'm still a virgin. I don't sell my skills or my body, I only rely on my talent to make money. "Sang Yan dragged the last word and said in a frivolous manner," Your money is well spent. "
Wen Yifan said solemnly, "I know."
Sang Yan, "So come and buy me out as soon as possible, okay?"
Wen Yifan nodded.
The driver had a strange look on his face as he listened to their conversation. He frequently looked back at the rearview mirror. He couldn't help but persuade her after receiving Sang Yan's money at the entrance of Shangduhua City, "Miss, you look so pretty …"
Wen Yifan just got off the car and looked at the driver through the window, "Hmm?"
"There's no need to find a prostitute as your partner!"
"… …"
Sang Yan closed the car door and said with a faint smile, "Sir, how can you ruin my business like this?"
"… …"
The property management of Shangduhua City was very strict. A car without a registered license plate had to be registered. It was extremely troublesome. Therefore, Sang Yan didn't let the driver drive the car in. He stopped the car directly at the entrance.
However, Wen Yifan seemed to be more drunk after sitting for a while. She couldn't even stand properly at that moment.
Sang Yan simply carried her on his back.
Wen Yifan put her chin on his shoulder and hooked her hands around his neck. She seemed to be a little sleepy, but she was still muttering, "So, I must not rely on my looks to make a living."
Sang Yan listened to her quietly.
Wen Yifan, "This is the most hopeless path."
"Hmm." Sang Yan said, "No one asked you to rely on your looks to make a living."
Wen Yifan shook her head, "Yes."
Sang Yan's footsteps stopped and he turned around, "Who?"
Wen Yifan seemed to want to say something, but when she saw the side of his face, she swallowed the words back. She looked away and thought for a while, "When I was in Yihe, I first interned at a newspaper for more than two years, and then I went to Yihe Radio and Television."
Sang Yan rarely heard her talk about the past, so he was slightly stunned.
"I passed the social recruitment and got into one of their ace news programs," Wen Yifan said, "I didn't think I could get in, because those who could get in basically used their connections. I just wanted to give it a try, so I submitted my resume. "
Sang Yan responded, "And then?"
"Then," Wen Yifan looked a little dazed, as if she didn't like this memory, "I stayed there for a few months before I found out that a lot of people in the group were saying that I had slept with the director, and that's why I joined."
"… …"
"I don't really care about these things. After all, it's other people's mouths, and I can't control them, "Wen Yifan said," But I never thought that my director really wanted to sleep with me. "
Sang Yan's footsteps stopped.
"He said that with my face, anything I do can make money faster than being a reporter, and it's even easier. He doesn't know why I'm so proud. It's not a loss for me to sleep with him a few times, "Wen Yifan stopped, and after a while, she said," … I really hate that place. "
Sang Yan coaxed her in a low voice, "Well, then let's not go there anymore."
Wen Yifan said in a low voice, "Why do they all say that about me?"
Afraid to scare her, Sang Yan suppressed the anger in his heart, and tried to make his tone calmer, "Because they are sick."
"… …"
"Sang Yan."
"Yes?"
"Before I went back to Nanwu," Wen Yifan said softly, "I dreamed of you."
"… …"
"I dreamed that you came to Yihe, and I brought you with me," Wen Yifan was a little sleepy after talking for a long time, so she said with difficulty, "I brought you, um, your wife. You guys came to Yihe for a wedding. "
Sang Yan laughed, "What kind of dream are you talking about?"
Wen Yifan said, "You were very happy, and you even greeted me with a smile."
It was very strange.
At that time, Wen Yifan actually hadn't thought about Sang Yan for a long time.
But after she woke up.
She suddenly wanted to go back to Nanwu.
She hated Yihe.
She also hated Beiyu.
She didn't like any city.
But at that moment.
She felt that at least her father's grave was in Nanwu.
At least there was someone in Nanwu that she wanted to see but didn't dare to see.
"Alright," Sang Yan thought for a while, and his tone became a little more serious, "Then let's go to Yihe for a vacation in the future."
"… …"
Wen Yifan stared at his side profile, and she felt a little jealous. She lowered her eyes, sniffed lightly, and said very softly, "Sang Yan, I'm sorry."
"Hmm?" Sang Yan asked, "What are you sorry for?"
"I'm too heavy."
"I haven't said anything yet, and you're already saying that you're heavy?" Sang Yan laughed, "Before you want to apologize, you should first weigh the weight on your body, okay? Your bones are still hurting me. "
Wen Yifan didn't say anything, and buried her face in his neck.
I'm sorry.
When I spoke before, my tone was too heavy.
Wen Yifan didn't speak anymore, her thoughts gradually drifted, and the sense of security in her body and mind was occupied by the man in front of her. Her eyelids gradually drooped, and her mind was a little heavy. She recalled what Chen Junwen said at the wedding today.
— — "At that time, the fat man was crying and complaining, and he drank like an idiot. He thought that Sang Yan was the girl he pursued in university, and he shouted, 'Wan Lin! Am I your spare tire! 'Sang Yan also drank a lot, and he also repeated his words like an idiot. "
— — "Ah? What did Sang Yan say? "
…
She didn't know if she didn't hear it clearly, or if it really happened like that.
But Sang Yan wouldn't say something like that.
He couldn't say something like that.
He was such a proud person, and he should always be proud.
He wouldn't be defeated by anything.
So, he definitely couldn't just keep waiting for her.
An extremely strong sense of guilt almost crushed her.
Wen Yifan didn't want this to be true, and she felt that she couldn't bear such treatment.
— — What did he say?
Wen Yifan didn't dare to think about it again.
She was extremely tired, and slowly, she was pulled into a dream by the strong drowsiness.
In the dream, in a bustling food stall.
The man was wearing a white shirt, with a few buttons unbuttoned at the collar, and his sleeves were slightly rolled up. His eyes were dark, and his eyebrows were stained with drunkenness. He casually repeated Qian Fei's words, "Am I your spare tire?"
Chen Junwen laughed, "Sang Yan, are you f * cking infected?"
"I'm yours," Sang Yan's tone was very light, as if he didn't hear it, "Spare tire?"
"…"
Everything around him seemed to be pulled away.
The lively scene was noisy, but it seemed to have nothing to do with him. It was like they were in two different worlds.
Sang Yan's Adam's apple moved up and down, and the corners of his eyes were a little red from the alcohol. He lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips twitched in a self-deprecating manner. His voice was extremely low and hoarse.
"Spare tire … is fine."
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