First Frost ( Requested )

"..."

Wen Yifan really didn't think about it. He was silent for a long time, treating her completely as air, and finally decided that the reason for talking to her was to solicit some business for his store.

She was silent for three seconds and couldn't help asking: "Is your shop so difficult?"

"Isn't it not very profitable? I have to spend some time on publicity." Sang Yan said lazily, "Will you come? If I come, I will be more generous and give you a roommate discount."

Wen Yifan only had a little plan to go: "How much discount is it?"

If there is a discount, of course it will be great.

While taking care of his business, she can also save some money here.

It can be regarded as each got its place.

Sang Yan tilted his head and thought with the ending sound: "Then ninety-nine."

"..." Wen Yifan couldn't believe his ears, "how much?"

Sang Yan looked at it and didn't think there was any problem with what he said, and patiently repeated: "Nine-nine."

"..."

Blame has to make money.

Just wait for it to go bankrupt.

Staring at him for a while, Wen Yifan said, "It's quite generous."

She did not directly refuse: "I will think about it."

"Okay, tell me in advance if you come," Sang Yan continued to look at the phone again, "I will open a channel for you."

"Okay." Thinking that the other party helped him a lot, Wen Yifan reminded him kindly, "Although this aspect of publicity is important, you have to consider the decoration of the store."

Sang Yan raised his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Your shop's sign is too unobvious. It doesn't look like a bar, but rather like a bar." Wen Yifan stopped, wondering if it would make him unhappy to say that, "Barbershop."

"..."

"When I went there for the first time, it took a long time to find'overtime.'" Wen Yifan said honestly, "and it seems that there is no desire for people to enter."

The living room was suddenly silent.

Not sure if this reminder has been said, Wen Yifan felt as if he had no position to say these spurs to him. She drank the rest of the coffee and took the initiative to calm the atmosphere: "But I just made an opinion."

"Since it's so hard to find," Sang Yan didn't seem to care much about her words, repeating meaningfully, "And so there is no desire to go in--"

He paused just right, with a bit of playfulness in his words, "So why did you come to my bar the first time?"

"..."

Wen Yifan choked and couldn't answer.

After all, even if she didn't initiate it, this purpose was indeed impure.

Sang Yan rarely asked more intimately. He retracted his eyes and said casually: "I will consider your suggestion."

Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief: "That—"

"But that's it." Sang Yan said in a twitchy tone, "I don't plan to change."

"..."

Wen Yifan felt like he was wasting time when he talked to him here. After eating the biscuits, she put on her coat and went out. When I arrived at the company, I was almost ready for dinner.