First Frost ( Requested )

Hearing this, Mu Chengyun's expression was slightly surprised, and Wen Yifan looked behind him. As if he didn't expect it, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Senior, do you know Sister Yifan?"

Sang Yan looked at him with no emotion in his eyes.

"But it doesn't matter whether you know each other or not." Mu Chengyun's brows were blue, and when he saw the newborn calf, he was not afraid of tigers. The words must be extremely obvious. He still has an unsteady posture, but his tone is clear, "You may have more experience than me, but I think this kind of thing is mainly about people, not about tricks."

"Just look at people?" Sang Yan said lazily, "Then you can go home and wash and sleep now."

"..."

Sang Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, turning around: "Wen Yifan."

By coincidence, Wen Yifan followed up: "What's the matter?"

Looking at their two faces, Wen Yifan didn't know what they just said.

Recalling what Mu Chengyun just said at the bar, the two people should know each other. Then Sang Yan dragged Mu Chengyun forward like a sack, and the other side didn't feel unhappy at all.

They are probably quite familiar.

At this moment, Wen Yifan still had the feeling that he disturbed them.

Sang Yan stared at her face: "Did you drink?"

Wen Yifan nodded and said honestly: "Drink a little."

Sang Yan: "Stand steady?"

I don't know why he asked this, but Wen Yifan still seriously responded: "Stand firmly."

"That's a favor," Sang Yan took out the car key from his pocket and threw it in her direction. "Go ahead and open the door first."

Wen Yifan caught it immediately.

Before speaking, Sang Yan raised his hand and grabbed Mu Chengyun's hat again, wanting to laugh without smiling: "My schoolboy, I was so drunk that I couldn't walk."

Wen Yifan looked at Mu Chengyun and hesitated: "Do you want to help?"

"Farewell." Sang Yan pulled Mu Chengyun forward and looked at him without gentleness. Mu Chengyun's face was reddened. "You are clumsy and careless, how can you take care of my thin arms? The younger brother of the leg?"

"..."

Seeing his behavior, Wen Yifan was silent for a while, but didn't mention: "Then where did your car park?"

Sang Yan lifted his chin: "Over there."

Mu Chengyun was strangled by the collar a little uncomfortably.

But the play is halfway through, and it can't just be interrupted. He looked at Wen Yifan who was a few meters away from him, and at the same time he had to bear Sang Yan's yin and yang's weird sarcasm of his delicate skin and tender flesh, and he began to regret his act of pretending to be drunk tonight.

Walk to the parking place in the pass.

Wen Yifan walked over quickly and opened the back seat door.

Sang Yan followed her, and directly stuffed Mu Chengyun in, moving neatly and simply.

Upon seeing this, Wen Yifan returned the car key to him. She stopped where she was, and she didn't know that Sang Yanle was unwilling to take her by the way. After thinking about it, she still didn't intend to insult herself.

Instead, Mu Chengyun said first: "Sister Yi Fan, why don't you get in the car?"

Wen Yifan looked at Sang Yan hesitantly.