Overwinter

Wen Yan didn't expect Song Zhuangtong to have such thoughts towards him. Song Zhuangtong never revealed his sexual orientation in getting along, and his son was born, so Wen Yan didn't treat him as the same kind at all.

It's just that this man's kissing skills are too good.

Wen Yan's window period is so long, let alone kissing, he has never even held hands.

Engulfed by such a strong and passionate kiss, Wen Yan could only hold Song Zhuangtong's clothes tightly, using a clinging gesture to ensure that he would not fall off.

The tongue on the top of the apex is simply unreasonable, blocking Wen Yan's snoring domineeringly.The waist was firmly locked by a pair of big hands, and they were hugged and kissed face to face in a position of no resistance, Wen Yan's eyes were red, and the wet eyelashes trembled slightly.

It is estimated that Song Zhuangtong also realized that he bullied others a little too much, and his conscience found that when he let go of Wen Yan's lips, a ambiguous and slender silver thread was pulled out from his lips, and Wen Yan's redness and swelling came back in the next second. on the flesh of the lips.

Wen Yan took a breath, feeling insecure being pushed against the wall. He stretched his legs to reach the ground, and Song Zhuangtong stretched out his arms to hug him.

Wen Yan once again felt the disparity in physical strength. He grabbed Song Zhuangtong's clothes and when he was thrown on the sofa, he subconsciously hid twice.

"Afraid that I will bully you?"

After everyone has been bullied, they still ask such words, which makes Wen Yan very happy.

"It wasn't you who bullied me just now?"

Song Zhuangtong chuckled lightly and said, "I can't help it."

Wen Yan clutched the sofa release tightly, cursed in a low voice: "You are acting like a hooligan."

Song Zhuangtong restrained his strong breath a little, changed his posture and sat next to Wen Yan, his knees were pressed against Wen Yan's, and the temperature was continuously transmitted.The air is filled with the smell of alcohol on Song Zhuangtong's body, just like the one in his own mouth.

Wen Yan's blushing face never cooled down. He took a deep breath and reached out to push Song Zhuangtong.

"You are not allowed to sleep in my house today."

Song Zhuangtong was puzzled: "Why not?"

Wen Yan tightened his throat, lowered his voice and said, "It's just not allowed."

Song Zhuangtong frowned slightly, and he stared at Wen Yan. The other party's resisting posture and expression made Song Zhuangtong a little uncomfortable: "Wen Yan, I saw you felt quite good when we kissed just now."

Wen Yan raised his head abruptly, blushing and said, "You rub me like that...that's just a normal physiological reaction."

In the dark night, the hunter's eyes fixed on his prey, Wen Yan's back went numb, he couldn't deny his body's reaction in such intimate contact, just being stared at by Song Zhuangtong like this, Uncontrollably remembering the taste of the deep kiss just now.

Song Zhuangtong didn't intend to establish a relationship tonight, and he was a little alcoholic, and Wen Yan was already panicked by his impulsive behavior, so he got up and straightened the clothes that Wen Yan had messed up, and said, "Okay, I'll go to sleep in the car one night."

Staring at the person and walking to the door, Wen Yan said softly, "You'd better sleep on the sofa."

Song Zhuangtong turned to look at him in surprise, Wen Yan looked away awkwardly: "Am I really afraid that you will bully me to the end?"

Song Zhuangtong chuckled twice, not knowing whether it was Teacher Xiaowen's kindness or simplicity.

It's really a surprise to kiss someone hard and still stay overnight.

Wen Yan went back to the room, Song Jiugui, who didn't even get lemonade today, fell asleep wrapped in a thin quilt.He got up in the middle of the night to drain the water, and passed by Wen Yan's room, wanting to see if the two people on the bed were covered with quilts, but he was locked out of the door by a lock.

Song Zhuangtong froze for a moment, then shook his head with a smile.

Early the next morning, Wen Yan got up to prepare breakfast, and Song Zhuangtong also woke up. He yawned slowly and said, "Good morning."

Wen Yan ignored him and went to the room to wake Song Jing up.

After breakfast, Song Zhuangtong sent him to school, Song Jing first jumped out of the car with his schoolbag on his back, Wen Yan unbuckled his seat belt and wanted to get out of the car, Song Zhuangtong suddenly called him to stop.

"See you tonight."

Wen Yan turned his head and gave him a wary look.

Song Zhuangtong couldn't hold back, and let out two chuckles.

Lao Song, who was in a good mood, went to work, while Wen Yan entered the office with a heavy heart.

Today Wang Qi's mother came to take her to transfer schools and asked Wen Yan to sign the materials.

"Mr. Wen, thank you so much."

Wen Yan smiled and said, "It's okay."

He reached out and pinched the soft flesh on Wang Qi's face: "When you go to a new school, you must obediently listen to the teacher and study hard."

Wang Qi smiled shyly at him, she held her mother's hand tightly, and glanced at Wen Yan's face several times.

"It's also my luck. The neighborhood committee over there is very cooperative with my appeal, and people from the police station also came forward. Mr. Wen, did you call the police?"

Wen Yan paused, and said, "No."

"It should be the neighbors around who called the police. He is a rambunctious ghost. In fact, everyone walks around him. I didn't expect someone to be willing to take this muddy water."

Wen Yan lowered his head and helped her sign the documents: "People's hearts are fleshy, and it's hard not to remain calm when seeing a child being wronged like this."

Wang Qi's mother stared at Wen Yan for a while, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Wen, are you a little angry? Your mouth is broken, so it's better to put on some lipstick."

Wen Yan's eyes froze, and he touched his mouth subconsciously. Wang Qi's mother understood his slowly turning red cheeks. After she chuckled, she said, "I thought you got angry because of the change of seasons."

Wen Yan's embarrassment was even more embarrassing at these words, his ears were burning hot, but he still chose not to talk, to give himself the last bit of comfort.

Greetings were made in advance, and the process of signing and transferring was very fast. Wang Qi packed his schoolbag, and the small desk was vacant.

"Teacher Wen..."

The little girl wrung her fingers and whispered his name.

Wen Yan squatted in front of Wang Qi, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Wang Qi smiled awkwardly at him, then reached out to wrap Wen Yan's neck, and hugged him.

"Goodbye, Mr. Wen."

Wen Yan came back to his senses, and patted her on the back lightly: "Goodbye."

There was a table vacant in the classroom, and it happened that the sanitation was going to be checked today. Wen Yan and the parents who were arranged to do the sanitation reorganized the layout of the classroom. It seemed very crowded behind the crowd, Song Jing was still sitting on the edge of the podium, and Su Yanan was on the other side.

Wen Yan took them to do their homework for a while, and the math teacher came to ask for the lecture questions. Wen Yan cleaned up the things on the table and was about to leave, but found that Song Jing was staring at him motionless.

Wen Yan's throat tightened.

After being kissed by Song Zhuangtong, Wen Yan found it hardest to face Song Jing.

Putting everything aside, there is really no way for him to fall in love with his father in front of Song Jing.

After settling his mind, Wen Yan returned to the office and started to read his homework.

Wen Yan's work ended smoothly. After sending the last child to the parents, Wen Yan turned to look at Song Jing behind him, and said, "I'll call your father and ask him to pick you up."

Song Jing looked up at Wen Yan, but didn't speak.

Wen Yan wanted to say something more, but he didn't hold back a word for a long time. In the end, he put Song Jing in the security booth like he did with other children who didn't have parents to pick him up, and went upstairs to tidy up the desk by himself. Follow the other teachers in the office downstairs.

"Let's go, Mr. Wen."

Wen Yan glanced at the security booth and said, "Wait a minute, I still have a student who hasn't left."

"Just put the security booth, the security will watch." Teacher Liu said.

Wen Yan was still a little worried: "I'll go and have a look."

Song Jingzheng was standing awkwardly in the security booth, his eyes lit up when he saw Wen Yan approaching.

The security guard said, "Mr. Wen, why does the kid in your class ignore you? He doesn't sit when asked to sit, and he doesn't answer when asked."

Wen Yan smiled at the security guard and said, "He's a bit shy."

"Song Jing." Wen Yan waved to Song Jing.

Song Jing clutched the strap of his schoolbag tightly and ran towards Wen Yan.

"Your father will be here soon, just wait a little longer."

Song Jing nodded heavily.

Song Zhuangtong was entangled in a list today, and it was Lao Wan who came to the store and let him come to pick him up.Seeing two people standing at the school gate from a distance, Song Zhuangtong turned the steering wheel and stopped the car.

Wen Yan patted Song Jing on the back and said, "Get in the car."

Song Jing honestly climbed into the back seat. Seeing Wen Yan still standing by the side of the road, Song Zhuangtong said, "You get in the car too."

Wen Yan looked at him for a while, then shook his head and said, "No need, I'm going to have dinner with my colleagues today, so I won't go home."

The impeccable reason made Song Zhuangtong choke, and the joyful mood disappeared almost in a second. Song Zhuangtong tightened his cheeks and said, "Then send me a message when it's over, and I'll pick you up."

Wen Yan shook his head again: "No, just ask Teacher Liu to drop me off by the way, we live very close."

Song Zhuangtong really frowned this time, and he wanted to say something more, when the sound of a whistle sounded behind him.

"Mr. Wen, get in the car!"

"coming!"

Wen Yan responded, and he glanced at Song Zhuangtong who was looking worried, and said goodbye before running away quickly.