First Frost ( Requested )

Chapter 34

Mu Chengyun seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, his cheeks blushed a bit, and he looked unconscious. Seeing Wen Yifan, he curled his lips and called her very politely: "Sister Yifan."

Wen Yifan nodded and reminded: "Don't drink too much, you have to go to work tomorrow."

"I didn't drink a lot," Mu Chengyun looked obediently, "only drank this can."

As soon as these words fell, Fu Zhuang just came back from the toilet and sat next to Wen Yifan. He was talking gossip again, slightly excited: "Sister Yifan, I just saw your classmate!"

Wen Yifan turned his head: "Who?"

Fu Zhuang: "Just that—"

He stopped.

Obviously can't remember the name.

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

Fu Zhuang scratched his head. After thinking for a long time, he could only say: "That! Beautiful and miserable!"

"..." Wen Yifan glanced around.

The light in the bar was too dark, and Wen Yifan’s vision was not good, so Sang Yan was not seen. She retracted her gaze lightly, did not respond, only smiled.

On the contrary, Mu Chengyun next to him asked: "What is so beautiful?"

"Did I not tell you?" Fu Zhuang took out his phone and quickly flipped to the video. "Come on, let's enjoy it together, my idol! My dream in this life is to be like him! Rich, handsome and awesome! force!"

Mu Chengyun took it, looked down for a long time, and suddenly said, "This seems to be Senior Sangyan."

Fu Zhuang was taken aback: "Do you know him too?"

"Have you not read that post from the school?" Mu Chengyun looked at it for a while and then returned his phone to him. "On the school-reviewed post, it is still on the forum homepage, and it is posted every day."

"I have nothing to pay attention to who is the school grass and does what, I am not a **** guy." Fu Zhuang said, "So what do you mean, this beauty is also from Nanda?"

"Yes." The video was mosaiced, and Mu Chengyun didn't know it. "If I didn't admit it wrong."

"Can be admitted to Nanjing University." Fu Zhuang's heart is even more unbalanced. "Didn't he even have good grades?"

"Yes, I have seen him once." Mu Chengyun said, "My former minister was in the same class as him. After their graduation ceremony, I followed them to their dinner party."

Fu Zhuang: "Then, has something amazing happened?"

"It's nothing, it's quite impressive." Mu Chengyun smiled, "Because of graduation, everyone would drink a symbolic drink at that time, but they didn't drink much because they had to go to work the next day."

Mu Chengyun: "But the two influential figures in the Department of Computing, Mr. Duan and Mr. Sang, two people, one does not touch the wine, the other does not change the color and filled a dozen bottles."

Fu Zhuang was curious: "Who has filled a dozen bottles."

Mu Chengyun: "Senior Sang."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan stopped drinking and looked over.

Fu Zhuang reasonably analyzed: "Then he opened a bar just because he likes to drink?"

"Not so much." Mu Chengyun recalled, "He seemed to be in a bad mood that day. He didn't say anything, so he just drank there. Some people advised him not to drink, but he didn't hear him."

"Oh." Fu Zhuang was not very interested in these, and said casually, "I guess something happened, the graduation season. He may have been dumped, or the confession failed, or the person he likes is going to go. Other cities are separated from him."

"Maybe." Mu Chengyun said, "I heard him say a word one night."

Fu Zhuang was interested again: "What are you talking about?"

Mu Chengyun thought for a while and looked dizzy: "It's been too long, I can't remember it."

Fu Zhuang was stunned by him, and he was flustered: "Then don't mention it!"

"..."

That's the topic.

Hearing Sang Yan's past from others, Wen Yifan didn't have any sense of participation, but he was always in a strange mood. She lowered her head and stared at the sparkling wine in the glass, and it took a while before she recovered.

...

He had to go to work the next day, and Wen Yifan was busy all day, so he felt sleepy. She didn't stay long, drank all the wine in the glass, and found a reason to leave.

Mu Chengyun also followed: "I have to go back too."

The others were playing vigorously and didn't force them to stay, just to make them be careful on the way.

The two walked out.

When Wen Yifan passed the bar, he unconsciously glanced at that area, and quickly retracted his gaze.

Out of the bar.

Wen Yifan wanted to go to the subway station, and then thought of Mu Chengyun next to him, and asked, "Are you going back to Nanda?"

Mu Chengyun didn't seem to be drinking well, and his eyes were a little confused at the moment, as if he was drunk.

"Well, that's right."

Wen Yifan: "Then let's go to the subway station together."

Mu Chengyun: "Good."

After walking a few steps, Mu Chengyun looked like he could not walk and was about to fall. Wen Yifan subconsciously grabbed his arm and supported him: "Are you okay?"

Mu Chengyun murmured: "It's a bit unstable."

Wen Yifan hesitated, thinking about what to do, a person suddenly came up behind him. The man reached out his hand to grab the hat of Mu Chengyun's sweater, and said blankly: "You can't stand still, right?"

Hearing this voice, Wen Yifan looked over.

Face Sang Yan's profile.

Sang Yan wore a black suit abnormally today. Now the tie was loosely tied, and the coat was open, revealing the white shirt inside. This dignified dress didn't make him a little more disciplined, and his arrogance didn't hold down half a point, but it was even better.

After speaking, Sang Yan raised his eyelids and fixed his eyes on Wen Yifan's hand on Mu Chengyun's arm.

Then, he lifted it up again, and met her.

Wen Yifan was about to speak.

Sang Yan first said, "Let go."

"..." She immediately let go of her hand.

At the same time, Sang Yan unceremoniously dragged Mu Chengyun forward, as if doing a good deed. The two of them grew tall and walked fast, and gradually moved away from Wen Yifan behind them.

After a long while, Mu Chengyun broke away from his hand, his expression disappeared: "Senior Sang?"

Sang Yan also retracted his hand and looked at him up and down: "Who are you?"

"I am also a student of Nanjing University." Mu Chengyun smiled, "I saw you before."

"Oh." Sang Yan pulled his lower lip, "Are you awake?"

Mu Chengyun's expression was not half empty, and he rubbed his head again, looking as if he hadn't been relieved: "What?"

Sang Yan looked at him and smiled suddenly: "Hey, stop pretending."

Mu Chengyun stopped.

"No other tricks? Just your tricks," Sang Yan looked loose, as if he didn't pay attention to his behavior at all, "I used it 800 years ago."

"..."

Sang Yan smiled: "If it's useful, it's your turn?"