Overwinter

Zhou Yuanbai's company has something to do, so it is impossible to waste too much time here with Wen Yan.With this in mind, Wen Yan didn't take him seriously, but this attitude made Song Zhuangtong very dissatisfied.

His dissatisfaction is self-sufficient dissatisfaction. After all, the two of them don't have any special relationship now, so what right does he have to deal with Wen Yan?

The more he thought about it, the angrier Song Zhuangtong became.

"Song Jing, has your father taken explosives recently?" Wen Yan asked Song Jing aloud as soon as the man slammed the door and walked away.

Song Jing bit the yogurt spoon and stared at Wen Yan.

He has gained a lot of flesh recently, his face looks rounder, and his complexion looks very good.

Wen Yan rubbed his hair: "Hurry up and eat."

After tacitly resuming the previous relationship, Song Zhuangtong threw Song Jing to Wen Yan's place, and came back on time for dinner at night, and would notify in advance of the days when he could not come back for entertainment.

Song Zhuangtong seemed to have a relatively big deal recently, and he often left early and returned late. Wen Yan saw that his emotional state was not very good, so he rarely asked him about going to work.Unexpectedly, the more indifferent attitude, the more bored Song Zhuangtong was.

"Brother Song, don't just drink by yourself, go have a drink with Mr. Wang."

This order was led by Zhou Mengmeng, and she was there during the party, following along to discuss the order.What Lao Wan meant was that the business was completed, and they could also develop more in the wholesale of parts in the future, and at that time, they would also invest in Zhou Mengmeng's shares, and everyone would make money together.

Song Zhuangtong basically listened to Lao Wan's opinions on these matters. His family was in the real estate business, and he was a monk halfway through the driving business, and Lao Wan took him to do it together.

Song Zhuangtong still knows how to socialize and drink, after all, the amount of alcohol is right, and he drank several glasses with the other party, and everyone talked happily while drinking.

Song Zhuangtong drank a lot of wine. He sat on the back seat of the car and closed his eyes to rest. Suddenly, the car door was opened, and Song Zhuangtong looked slowly.

Zhou Mengmeng stood at the car door and looked at him. The man leaned on the back seat after drinking. The blue shirt looked ascetic and handsome on Song Zhuangtong's body. The cuffs were unbuttoned and rolled up. Indescribable muddy desire.The silent and charming man was wrapped in darkness. The moment he met Song Zhuangtong's eyes, Zhou Mengmeng smiled softly at him and said, "I'll take you home."

Song Zhuangtong rubbed his temples and said, "No need."

Zhou Mengmeng closed the door and said to the driver: "Driver, please drive."

Song Zhuangtong had a headache right now, he closed his eyes and didn't care about Zhou Mengmeng anymore.

The substitute driver parked the car in Wen Yan's home community and got out of the car. Song Zhuangtong felt a little sleepy. He suddenly felt a weight on his body. When he opened his eyes, he found that Zhou Mengmeng had already sat on his lap, and was about to lean over to kiss him.

Song Zhuangtong frowned and pushed her away, his tone was very cold: "What are you doing?"

The action of the adult's resistance was full of refusal, and Zhou Mengmeng looked at him in astonishment.

Song Zhuangtong grabbed her hand and pulled her away.

"You go down first."

"Song Zhuangtong," Zhou Mengmeng threw his slender arms around his neck, and the two got very close, "I like you, can't you tell?"

Song Zhuangtong frowned and hid back, clutching Zhou Mengmeng's wrist tightly, using a lot of strength to tear away her hand that was folded behind his neck.

Song Zhuangtong was already a little annoyed by such an out-of-the-ordinary action. He showed no mercy, and his actions were fierce, and he threw people off of himself: "I can't see it, and I don't want to see it either."

Zhou Mengmeng sat beside him in embarrassment and frustration, looking at him: "Is it because of Lao Wan?"

Song Zhuangtong asked her: "Do you know what Lao Wan is thinking?"

Zhou Mengmeng choked for a moment, and she clenched her skirt in embarrassment, avoiding Song Zhuangtong's sight: "So what if I know? I treat him as a friend, and a showdown is not good for either of us."

Song Zhuangtong took a deep breath, leaned on the back of the chair and rubbed his temples.

"I don't want to care about the things between you, and I will pretend that what happened tonight never happened."

"Song Zhuangtong, do you really not like me?" Zhou Mengmeng asked before Song Zhuangtong got off the car.

Song Zhuangtong unbuttoned two buttons on his neckline. When he turned his head, his face was serious and indifferent. He said, "I'm not a gentleman. If the person I like dares to trick me like that, I'll kill him."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door under Zhou Mengmeng's astonished gaze.

Wen Yan had known for a long time that Song Zhuangtong would not come back for dinner, so he cleaned up the kitchen early on, and after driving Song Jing to his room to sleep, he nestled on the sofa and watched a movie with the air conditioner, very comfortable.

So much so that when Song Zhuangtong pushed the door loudly and came in, Wen Yan was a little annoyed that he interrupted her watching a movie.

There was no light left in the living room, Wen Yan was wrapped in a soft blanket, only a fluffy head emerged, and turned to look at Song Zhuangtong.

Song Zhuangtong's figure is very suitable for wearing a shirt and suit pants. He wears a lot of casual and comfortable clothes on weekdays. Suddenly he was wearing a blue shirt and black pants. Muscles propped up the shirt, and the blue shirt tucked into the trousers was not as meticulous as when he went out in the morning, and it was a little more messy after drinking.

Wen Yan forgot to continue watching the plot of the movie for a while, his eyes fell on Song Zhuangtong, and he looked at him with a gloomy expression.

"Don't fucking look at me like that." Song Zhuangtong said hoarsely.

Wen Yan, who was inexplicably stunned, was a little dissatisfied: "How am I looking at you?"

Before Song Zhuangtong put on his slippers, he stepped to the edge of the sofa in two or three steps, knelt down on one knee, and fell down following the oppressive movement, with his hands tightly pinching Wen Yan's chin, his eyes staring at his face Turning around, the tone was very fierce: "Just like now, if you look at me like this again, don't blame me if you get bullied."

Wen Yan's cheeks flushed after he understood what he meant, and Song Zhuangtong's eyes were even more seductive after a little more shame in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Wen Yan, did you do it on purpose?"

The familiar atmosphere made Wen Yan a little flustered. He twisted his body and struggled twice, pulled the blanket a few times, wrapped himself tightly from the soles of his feet to his neck, and said, "You smell like alcohol, hurry up and take a bath. washed."

In fact, besides the smell of wine, Wen Yan could also smell the perfume on his body.

Sweet and greasy women's perfume, very heavy and strong, you have to get close to get it on.

Song Zhuangtong's mobile phone was left on the coffee table, Wen Yan watched a movie absent-mindedly for a while, it was hard for Wen Yan not to care about the non-stop ringing mobile phone on the coffee table, he glanced at it several times, and when Song Zhuangtong came out of the shower, he immediately acted nonchalantly Look away.

Song Zhuangtong was wet all over, and sat down next to Wen Yan, reaching for his phone to read the news.

The undisguised movements allowed Wen Yan next to him to read all the messages on the phone, they were all sent by the same person, Wen Yan was guilty, and only caught a few key words.

What impulse, like, sorry.

Wen Yan's throat tightened, and he subconsciously glanced at the notes.

"What are you looking at?" Song Zhuangtong asked him lazily.

Wen Yan immediately withdrew his gaze, pretended to be stupid and said in a daze, "Movie."

Song Zhuangtong chuckled twice, handed the phone to Wen Yan, and said, "If you want to see it, feel free to watch it."

Wen Yan's expression was a little embarrassed: "I didn't want to see it."

"I really don't want to watch it?" Song Zhuangtong asked, "Then I'll tell you."

Wen Yan glanced at him and said, "You want to say it yourself."

"Yes, I just want to tell you that you have to seize the good time to ask for credit." While talking, Song Zhuangtong stretched his hand behind Wen Yan, and wrapped him with a blanket in his arms, "That old man who worked with me , He has a friend he has liked for a long time, and he confessed his love to me today."

Wen Yan turned his head: "Female?"

Song Zhuangtong nodded: "But I refused."

Wen Yan looked at him, and for a moment didn't know what to say under the burning and aggressive eyes of the other party.

The atmosphere of silence made Wen Yan embarrassed, he slowly rolled his Adam's apple, and said, "Actually, you can find a new mother for Song Jing, as long as the other party's character is good..."

Song Zhuangtong's face instantly became so ugly that Wen Yan didn't dare to speak anymore.

Song Zhuangtong saw through the movement of tilting his head to avoid his sight. He reached out to hold Wen Yan's face, and after pulling it back roughly, his eyes were tightly intertwined under the sound of the movie.

Wen Yan's throat was a little dry, and his heart was also shaking. He heard Song Zhuangtong say: "I don't like her."

His voice was cold, and he sounded in a bad mood.

As if feeling that this was not good enough, Song Zhuangtong added: "I don't like women."

Still not good enough, Song Zhuangtong added again: "I only like you."