Overwinter

There was a heavy rain at night, which was followed by the rumbling thunder. Wen Yan woke up in a light sleep and found himself held in Song Zhuangtong's arms. He was already fast asleep, snoring steadily.

Wen Yan pushed away Song Zhuangtong's arm, and when he lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, there was movement from the people behind him, and a strong arm wrapped around Wen Yan's waist, and moved inward.

"What are you going to do?" The voice was hoarse and rang against Wen Yan's ears.

Wen Yan put his hand on the back of his hand and said, "It's just in time for you to wake up, go and bring Song Jing in to sleep."

"What's wrong?" Song Zhuangtong asked.

"With such a loud thunder, he must be afraid."

Song Zhuangtong yawned leisurely, stepped on the ground with bare feet, pushed open the door of the room, and went to the living room to confirm Song Jing's condition.

"Don't worry, he sleeps as soundly as a piglet, you are very sick, you should be infected when you come to sleep."

Wen Yan lay back on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and said, "He is like you in this respect."

Song Zhuangtong tilted his head in doubt: "What?"

"Sleeping like a pig." Wen Yan said.

Song Zhuangtong kicked off the quilt at his feet, pressed the quilt onto Wen Yan with his legs, hugged him tightly, and said, "Okay, sleep."

Wen Yan, who had been sleeping all day, was in good spirits at the moment. He picked up his phone and looked at it for a while. The light on the small screen made Song Zhuangtong unable to sleep.

"What are you looking at?"

Wen Yan didn't turn his head back, his eyes still fell on the phone screen: "Send a message to Zhang Yu, you go to sleep."

"It's so late, can't we post it tomorrow?"

"He must not be asleep yet." As if to prove Wen Yan's words, Changyu rang the phone the next second.

Wen Yan lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed to pick it up, but Song Zhuangtong held him down: "I'm going to the bathroom to smoke a cigarette, you pick it up."

There was a small toilet in Wen Yan's room. Song Zhuangtong skillfully lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. White smoke rose from the toilet, and Wen Yan's voice on the phone could be heard here.

"Divorced? No wonder you came to me today. It's not your fault, it's none of your business. "

"Oh, by the way, what happened to the real estate I entrusted you to help me last time? Can you transfer the money to me as soon as possible? I have a lot of money to spend recently, and you keep some of it as an investment to invest in your job Room, give me some small profits."

The two were chatting, and when the phone was hung up, Song Zhuangtong also entered the bed with the smell of cigarettes all over his body.

Wen Yan doesn't like the smell of smoke the most. When we first met, I was ashamed to talk about him, but now I have the courage.

"Can you go and get rid of the smell of cigarettes on your body before you go to sleep? It makes me dizzy."

Song Zhuangtong stared at him in the dark for a while, and then said in a deep voice, "Trouble."

He got up and opened the door, Wen Yan didn't know where he had gone, and when Song Zhuangtong came back, Wen Yan had already fallen asleep.

The night after the rain is very suitable for sleeping, but Wen Yan woke up early. He thought he was almost fine, so he tried to get up behind him, and felt extremely dizzy.

He opened his eyes on the bed thinking about how to spend the house money.The house was his mother's dowry, and only his mother's name was written on the real estate certificate. It was regarded as pre-marital property. In a very famous villa group in Beijing, he could get a considerable amount of money after selling it.For Wen Yan's current quality of life, this money is absolutely inexhaustible.

He began to think about whether he should treat himself better. Wen Yan only spent a few months getting used to living in a rented house from the life of the young master. Wen Yan also became confused and didn't take care of himself after living too much. If the body is damaged, the body with many roots of disease will fall into disrepair for a long time, and it will fall ill repeatedly.

In addition to seeing a doctor, Wen Yan also decided to buy a car.

If you book a car at Song Zhuangtong's car dealership, he should get a commission.

His eyes fell on Song Zhuangtong unconsciously.His eyebrows are sharp and thick, and his brows are slightly frowned. I don't know if Wen Yan is too sensitive. He always feels that this person seems to be angry even when he is asleep.

Song Zhuangtong was really angry in his dream. He dreamed that Wen Yan ran away with that little boy from yesterday, and before he ran, he came up to him to show off that he couldn't do it.

damn it.

Song Zhuangtong suddenly woke up from the dream, and Wen Yan was startled by the sudden opening of his eyes. His clear eyes quickly locked on the person in the dream. Song Zhuangtong got up and pulled Wen Yan under the quilt. The action can be called a hooligan to push him.

Wen Yan was frightened by what he was good at.

"What are you doing?"

It would be a bit embarrassing to vent the anger in the dream in reality, Song Zhuangtong tensed his jaw, got up and went to the toilet.

Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, clutching the quilt and getting up slowly, recalling the embarrassment he had just faced, he instantly felt a bit like a good woman who was bullied.

There was a discussion in the school group about further studies during the summer vacation. During the holidays, everyone hid and said nothing. This burden was pushed over and over again, and it fell on those who hadn't spoken out yet.Wen Yan glanced at the schedule, guessing that he could recover from his illness by then, when someone in the group asked him if he could go.

Before Wen Yan could reply, Teacher Zhong sent a message first.

"Teacher Wen is still ill. How can he have the energy to go?"

It felt good to be protected, Wen Yan also posted an emoji with a fever-reducing sticker on his forehead, and then ran away.

Song Zhuangtong was taking care of Wen Yan these few days, he basically didn't go downstairs, and he didn't know if Zhou Yuanbai came to the door again.

Song Zhuangtong looks careless, but he is unambiguous in taking care of others, and he cares about everything.Although Wen Yan didn't say it clearly, he gave him a lot of points in his heart.

If Song Zhuangtong knew, he was guaranteed to give a gift of several hundred yuan to the post he searched on the Internet.

Song Jing had summer homework to complete, and Wen Yan was still sick, so when Song Zhuangtong went to work, he stayed at home with Song Jing doing homework.

In the hot summer, the days are bright and long, and the air conditioner is turned on at a suitable temperature in the living room. After not having to worry about the electricity bill anymore, Wen Yan feels much lighter.

Song Jing finished today's homework, Wen Yan rewarded him, and made him a glass of juice.

At this time someone rang the doorbell.

Wen Yan went to open the door, but Zhou Yuanbai's sudden appearance made him close the door subconsciously.Zhou Yuanbai seemed to have expected Wen Yan to make this move, and quickly squeezed into the crack of the door, trying not to let Wen Yan close the door.

"Yanyan, can you listen to what I have to say?"

"There's nothing to say." Wen Yan said coldly.

Zhou Yuanbai naturally knows better than anyone else that Wen Yan only looks weak, but in fact he has a very stubborn personality. Before he came, he was prepared to show full sincerity in front of Wen Yan, let Wen Yan soften slowly, and accept himself. .

"I've already divorced her." Zhou Yuanbai said quickly.

Wen Yan frowned at his words.

"Zhou Yuanbai, are you responsible?"

"Agreed divorce, why didn't I take responsibility?" Zhou Yuanbai raised his voice.

Wen Yan pushed the door out forcefully, he clenched his teeth, and cursed: "You are the most irresponsible man I have ever met, so what if you are divorced? You were married to someone else, why do you think I would want you?" you?"

Song Jing was still sitting on the sofa, and there was a bit of movement at the door. He jumped off the sofa, walked to the dining table with juice, and looked at Wen Yan with a little nervousness in his eyes.

The sudden appearance of a child made Zhou Yuanbai, who was desperately squeezing into the room, pause. He looked at Wen Yan in astonishment: "Who is this?"

"Does it have something to do with you?" Wen Yan asked back with a frown.

"Your son? Impossible, it is impossible for you to have a child." Zhou Yuanbai was still trembling with anger at this unfounded thing, even though he was denying this conjecture, "Have you had a child with a woman?"

Wen Yan didn't want to spoil Song Jing's ears, so he lowered his voice and said, "You can marry a woman, why can't I have children with a woman?"

Zhou Yuanbai stared at him bitterly, pointed at Wen Yan, and said in a hoarse voice: "I fucking thought that man was your new love that evening, so the biggest surprise is waiting for me here."

Wen Yan felt that there was something wrong with Zhou Yuanbai's mental state, he had completely lost the vigor and vigor of his college days, and the shopping malls had trained him to be sophisticated, hypocritical and suspicious.

In a daze, the person in front of Wen Yan was dragged and thrown back. Song Zhuangtong, who stepped out of the elevator, knocked Zhou Yuanbai to the ground and punched Zhou Yuanbai in the face. Loud, Zhou Yuanbai snorted, before he could identify the person in front of him, he was punched a second time.

People who sit in the office all the year round are almost only beaten in front of people like Song Zhuangtong who keep exercising every day. Wen Yan saw Song Zhuangtong riding on Zhou Yuanbai's body, beating him up with two or three punches, so he hurried over to grab Song Zhuangtong's hand and said : "Don't fight, there is still monitoring here."

Song Zhuangtong got bloody, turned his head and asked Wen Yan coldly: "Does your heart hurt?"

Wen Yan was stabbed by his expression and shook his head.

Song Zhuangtong stood up, and before returning to the room, he glanced at Zhou Yuanbai and said with a sneer, "You can't do it."