First Frost ( Requested )

Because of Mu Chengyun's words, when he left the company, Wen Yifan subconsciously glanced around. After all, she had seen this kind of disturbance, and she was always a little uneasy in her heart, and roughly recalled the report she had made during this period.

She didn't have any impression of having trouble with the parties, and basically they had peaceful exchanges.

I haven't done any exposing news recently.

At this point in time, there is still a lot of people in Shang'an, and there is Fallen Street nearby. At this time, the street is lively and noisy. The street lights cover a large area, and in this dark night, the world is still bright as day.

Wen Yifan's worry also disappeared.

She was so cold that she was stiff, retracted her chin into the scarf, and stopped the car directly.

The restaurant that Qian Fei booked for his wedding was near Shang'an, and it took up to ten minutes to drive there.

After getting in the car, Wen Yifan first sent a WeChat message to Sang Yan. Thinking that she might meet a lot of his friends in a while, she thought about it, took the red mouth from her bag, and lightly applied makeup.

Wen Yifan stared out the window, his thoughts gradually drifting, and he remembered the things about Sangyan graduation ceremony that Mu Chengyun had recounted.

I haven't dared to think too much before, and I have never mentioned this to Sang Yan again. But the closer the relationship with him is now, the more she feels about gains and losses, and will always worry that their current relationship will one day be affected by things in the past.

——"They seemed to mention that that day, which senior has been a spare tire for someone for a few years or something."

——"Then Senior Sang spoke."

In an instant, time moved forward rapidly.

Back to that dull and gloomy, breathless summer vacation.

The boy stood in front of her, and the fine rain hit his eyelashes, condensed into puff-sized drops of water, and then fell. His Adam's apple slipped shallowly, and his voice was very soft: "Why did you report it to Yi Da."

Wen Yifan no longer remembers his mood at that time. I just remember that I couldn't think of a suitable reason, and calmly replied: "I have an appointment with someone."

Sang Yan looked at her: "What about me."

"..."

After a long time, Sang Yan's eyes drooped, it seems that there is no temperature in it. For the first time, he opened the distance between the two by name, and asked each word: "Wen Yifan, am I your spare tire?"

...

The memory was interrupted by a whistle.

The driver in front seemed very angry, and immediately braked and rolled down the window, and shouted outside: "Fool! Can you drive!"

Wen Yifan leaned forward, turning back and looking out. Seeing a sports car as if it had no eyes, it brushed by the side very arrogantly and almost hit them.

After cursing, the driver aggrieved again and started the car.

Wen Yifan said with lingering fear: "Master, what's the matter?"

"Scared you, girl?" Wen Yifan was good-looking and spoke gentle and gentle. The driver's anger was obviously reduced by her, "This is the case here in Shangan. No one cares about this drunk driving."

"..."

Wen Yifan knows this.

There have been several reports in the group because of this incident.