First Frost ( Requested )

Noting Sang Yan's unyielding complexion, Wen Yifan instantly noticed that what she said seemed to be no different from "Your face is too unsightly".

Moreover, she seems to have said this more than once tonight.

It's like a white-eyed wolf crossing a river and tearing down a bridge.

Wen Yifan decided to save the situation: "But even if it disfigured--" At this point, she felt something was wrong again, and bit the bullet and changed her mouth: "Even if you lose the picture for a short time, this will not affect your handsomeness."

Sang Yan looked at her blankly.

At this time, Wang Linlin happened to reply to her WeChat.

Wen Yifan lowered his head and glanced, with an "ok" expression. She looked relaxed, and took the initiative to say: "My friend replied to me, then I will go in first."

Sang Yan didn't reply, only tore the corners of his lips.

"Right," Wen Yifan solemnly said before leaving, thinking of tonight's affairs, "Anyway, even if you think it's a simple effort, I owe you a favor. If you need help in the future, you can ask me."

Sang Yan hummed carelessly, waved his hand casually, and returned to the car.

He glanced at the medicine bag placed in the passenger seat, and then looked out the window.

Watching Wen Yifan put the duffel bag on the suitcase, he slowly walked toward the gate of the community while holding the lever. Maybe because the luggage is a little heavy, she walks very slowly.

But never looked back.

Until her back completely disappeared from the field of vision, Sang Yan withdrew his gaze. He was about to start the car, but thinking of her situation just now, and the reaction of her friend's community and building number for a long time, his movements stopped again.

Sang Yan lowered the window, put his elbow on the window, and did not leave immediately.

Think of Wen Yifan in high school.

Because she is extremely beautiful in appearance, and because she is quiet and not talkative, she is an arrogant and difficult person in the eyes of others. So her popularity in the class is not good.

Although, her temper is actually so good that she has no temper.

After a long time, everyone is familiar with each other.

The classmates gradually understood what kind of person she was and became unscrupulous. In private, she was given the title of "vase"-she couldn't do anything well, like she didn't have any common sense of life, except for being beautiful and dancing.

Sang Yan didn't know whether Wen Yifan would cry if he encountered things like this.

But he was certain that she would never be able to talk to him as usual, as if nothing had happened. During this time, he did not see her find anyone to comfort him.

I just thank those who helped her blindly.

It seems that there is no emotion.

Sang Yan lowered his eyes, wanted to smoke a cigarette, but was interrupted by a phone call.

He answered the phone.

Su Haoan's voice sounded from the other end: "Will you come to'work overtime' tonight? If you come, drive my car over. What the **** do I drive when you drive my car! How can you pick up girls without a car!"

Sang Yan: "Okay, I'll pay you back later."

Su Haoan: "But why did you leave suddenly?"

"I don't know?" Sang Yan sneered, "It's my turn to mention it to you?"