First Frost ( Requested )

On the way from the company downstairs to home, Sang Yan's mood was extremely wrong. The actions he made after entering the house were also very purposeful. Obviously, he learned about it from someone.

Wen Yifan followed his words, staring down at the wound on his leg, and then stopped struggling: "I was pushed a bit and scratched to a branch. It's not serious, I also took medicine, and soon It can be good."

As soon as the words were over, the room became quiet.

Wen Yifan licked the corner of his lower lip, inexplicably a little nervous, and raised his eyes again. Meeting Sang Yan's gaze again, his expression was unwavering, as if he was waiting, waiting for her next words.

It lasted for a while.

Sang Yan seemed impatient: "Did you finish?"

"..."

Sang Yan: "Who pushed it."

Wen Yifan told the truth: "...that is my uncle's man."

Sang Yan asked one question after another: "How long has it been."

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

"How long has he been pestering you."

"..." Wen Yifan reflexively denied, "No."

Sang Yan didn't hear her denial, and continued: "Since the last time he pestered you'overtime'? Or before?"

"No, I haven't met him much. I didn't know that he was in Nanwu before." Wen Yifan explained, "and also during this period of time..."

"This time?" Sang Yan interrupted her, saying every word, "So how long is it."

"..."

"Wen Yifan,'tell me what's the matter'," Sang Yan laughed angrily, "This sentence, how many times have I told you during this period?"

After so long, Wen Yifan was a little stunned when he heard him calling his real name again. She moved her lips, and suddenly she didn't dare to speak. After a while, she said, "Sorry."

Sang Yan looked at her.

"I just don't think it is necessary to affect the mood of the two people because of this mood." Wen Yifan said, "and I don't think it is a big matter, it is all I can solve."

"I didn't think it was a big deal." Sang Yan repeated her words lightly, without any warmth, "Then what is a big deal?"

Wen Yifan couldn't answer.

"You have to ask me a question before you answer it, right?" Sang Yan stared at her with a cold and hard voice, "Even if something really happens, it won't be a big deal for you, is it? "

"..."

"Wen Yifan," Sang Yan's Adam's apple rolled, "Can you consider how I feel?"

It made him feel that the distance between the two seemed to end here.

No matter what he does.

He couldn't get into her heart at all.

"I understand that there are things you don't want to say, okay, it doesn't matter. You can say it anytime you want. But you don't even tell me about this kind of thing," Sang Yan let go of her imprisonment and slowly finished speaking "Do you think I just believe it?"

"I didn't mean that." Wen Yifan didn't have seen Sang Yan angry, but he was particularly disturbed at the moment. "It's just that you are going to Yihe soon, and I am not affected by this matter, so I don't want you to worry. "

Sang Yan didn't speak any more, just looked at her.

After a long time.

The emotion in Sang Yan's eyes gradually subsided, and the anger seemed to be quenched, and he returned to the usual state of being kept away from strangers.