Overwinter

Not only Wen Yan has business to do when he comes back, but also Song Zhuangtong.

The matter of Song Jing's household registration has not been resolved yet. Song Zhuangtong took him away early from the Song family, where no one recognized him, but Song Jing's household registration has been suppressed, and he did not transfer to Song Zhuangtong's household registration. This is why the Song family is willing to turn a blind eye. The reason why Song Zhuangtong took Song Jing to live in another city with one eye closed.

Whether Song Zhuangtong is willing or not, he will always come back for Song Jing.

The aunt responsible for taking care of Song Jing was found by Song Zhuangtong since he was born. He has a very close relationship with Song Jing, but it is not realistic for the aunt to take care of Song Jing all the time. Even if he is rich, his family is in Beijing. She would not go to such a distant and unfamiliar city to make money, so every time Song Jing returned to Beijing, she would be temporarily hired to accompany Song Jing for a few days.

"Isn't Beijing's education better than that of your small city? Why do you have to take people there to raise them?"

Mr. Song hit the floor heavily with his cane, scolding Song Zhuangtong.

"You too, if you don't come back to take over so many businesses in the family, you will be almost [-], and you haven't started a family yet, what does it look like?"

Song Zhuangtong's eyes fell on Song Jing, and said: "Song Jing is my son, when will I go through the formalities and bring his household registration over?"

"What nonsense!"

Elder Song was furious, raised his crutches and slammed Song Zhuangtong's arm heavily. Song Zhuangtong had been beaten by him when he was young and energetic, and now this strength is nothing compared to before.Song Zhuangtong sneered and said, "What's the matter? He called me Dad. Now everyone knows that he is my son, and he will be the first heir to my family business in the future."

Knowing that Song Jing's identity was a big scar on Mr. Song's heart, Song Zhuangtong repeatedly mentioned it bluntly.

"He is one, one... you let him inherit?" Master Song took a deep breath, stood up angrily, pointed at him with shaking fingers, "Are you clear-headed? Whose son is he? Our old man The Song family's huge property, can it be his turn to inherit it?"

Song Zhuangtong got up, pushed back without showing any weakness, and said sharply: "He is my son, no matter what anyone says, he is my son."

"Zhuang Tong, look, why did you quarrel with your dad as soon as you came back? It's okay, just sit down first and stop arguing." Mother Song, who came down from the second floor, persuaded softly, "Your dad is also for Hello, let Xiaojing transfer to your account, and the wife of the married family will see it later, wouldn't it be unhappy."

"Who told you that I'm getting married?" Song Zhuangtong asked with a frown.

One sentence made Mr. Song almost give him a cane, but was persuaded by Mrs. Song.She glanced at Song Zhuangtong with some dissatisfaction, and said: "Zhuang Tong, I said before that you are young and love to play, but now you are not at the age where you love to play. It is better to start a family early and take care of yourself. You should be more mature in your work." , Don’t rely on your own preferences anymore, but also consider the situation at home.”

Song Zhuangtong was too lazy to tell them too much, after sitting down on a sofa farther away, he asked, "Where is my sister?"

Mother Song was stunned for a moment, she smiled and said, "Ruxuan is in New York now, the doctor said that her mental state has improved a lot."

Song Zhuangtong sneered, and asked, "Why do you still care about her mental state? You can't wait to drive her son to death. What are you still pretending to do here?"

"Song Zhuangtong, who told you to talk to your mother like this?" Mr. Song shouted sharply. Although he is old, the aura he has experienced in society is still there. When he got angry, everyone around him was a little scared, but Song Zhuangtong didn't care at all. fear.

Mr. Song confronted Song Zhuangtong with a ruthless expression.I don't know when, Song Zhuangtong was already taller than him, and the unruly little wolf dog was already overbearing, tore the collar hanging around his neck, and no one could hold him anymore.

Arguing with Mr. Song will not have any effect, and Song Zhuangtong has long since lost the ambition to persuade his father.

Naturally, it was another meeting that broke up unhappy, and worried about leaving Song Jing in the old house, Song Zhuangtong simply took him to the house he bought outside and asked his aunt to take care of his daily life temporarily.

And Song Zhuangtong himself was going to New York to see Song Ruxuan's real situation.

Wen Yan settled the matter of the house properly. After he sold his house, he had a large amount of funds available for use. After discussing with Zhang Yu, he decided to invest part of the money in Chang Yu's start-up business project, and the rest of the money Save it for medical treatment.

Sure enough, as Wen Yan expected, his affairs in Beijing had been found out by Zhou Yuanbai long ago.Because he was stumped by the company's affairs yesterday and didn't have time to come to Wen Yan, Zhou Yuanbai went straight to Wen Yan's real estate company that handled the house after today's meeting, and blocked people downstairs.

Zhang Yu is here today, and when the two meet, they are jealous and want to fight.

"You son-of-a-bitch, you dumped your wife when you came to power? How shameless your mother is." Zhang Yu cursed without mercy.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhou Yuanbai frowned, "Is it because your small workshop has too little work for being so talkative? It seems that the business is in a downturn, and the boss can be so idle."

Zhang Yu's face turned red, and he pointed at him and scolded: "Damn it, aren't you just a soft man who relies on women for his position? You're still a scumbag, bah, it's disgusting."

Seeing more and more people paying attention in the hall, Wen Yan said: "Zhang Yu, don't waste your time talking with him, let's go."

"Yanyan, I—"

Zhang Yu took a step forward, blocked Wen Yan behind him, and said to protect the calf, "I called your mother Yanyan, did you call Yanyan?"

With Changyu around, Zhou Yuanbai had a lot to say and didn't have a chance to talk to Wen Yan.Under Zhou Yuanbai's ferocious gaze, Zhang Yu took Wen Yan away.

After getting in the car, Wen Yan fastened his seat belt, and said, "You are so noisy with him, then he will have to thwart your business."

Zhang Yu snorted twice: "He is just an upside-down son-in-law with his spine pierced in the company, and now he is divorced from his wife, and he has no right to speak. I still have my father backing me. He can't make any waves. of."

While talking, Zhang Yu drove the car to the entrance of the hotel.

"You really don't want to eat steak with me?" Zhang Yu asked Wen Yan before he got off the car.

Wen Yan said with a smile: "Song Zhuangtong is waiting for me in the car, I won't go."

Zhang Yu said leisurely: "Okay, the guy who values ​​sex and despises friends."

"You don't have to eat that steak, just go to dinner with us today."

"That won't work. The chef will go back to London tomorrow. You don't know how much I paid for this meal." Zhang Yu refused.

After saying goodbye to Zhang Yu, Wen Yan scanned the parking lot, and soon found Song Zhuangtong's car.

He was sitting in the driver's seat, looking at his phone with his face propped on one hand, Wen Yan knocked on the window, Song Zhuangtong looked up at him, and unlocked the car.

"Have you been waiting long?" Wen Yan asked as he got into the car.

"No." Song Zhuangtong adjusted his sitting posture and reached out to Wen Yan, "Come here and give me a kiss."

Just as he was about to insert the seat belt, Wen Yan leaned forward and gave Song Zhuangtong a shallow peck.

Song Zhuangtong rubbed the back of his head lightly, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Let's eat hot pot, I haven't eaten for a long time."

Song Zhuangtong nodded in response, and said, "Okay, I don't know if the hot pot restaurant I used to go to is still there. Their fat beef rolls are very fresh. Let me show you a taste."

Wen Yan turned his head to look at the city street scene passing by outside the window. The headlights of cars flowed like water in the huge city, and the big screen in the city square flashed advertisements endorsed by big brands. He said with some emotion: "It's been a long time since I came back After that, I don’t know many buildings.”

Song Zhuangtong glanced at him, turned the steering wheel, and asked, "Why did you think of moving to a small town?"

Wen Yan pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, then said, "It has something to do with my ex-boyfriend, do you want to hear it?"

The face of the person in the driver's seat turned cold at a speed visible to the naked eye, but Wen Yan found it a little funny.

"I don't want to." Song Zhuangtong said coldly.

Wen Yan curled his lips and didn't take the initiative to continue this topic.

There was some silence in the car, and Wen Yan moved closer to tinker with the Bluetooth audio function on Song Zhuangtong's car. It happened to be a red light, and after Song Zhuangtong stepped on the car firmly, he pressed his right hand to the back of Wen Yan's neck, his movements full of possession.

Wen Yan turned his head, the light in his eyes was soft and bright, and gently rubbed his cheek against Song Zhuangtong's palm.

"Actually, I think you're cute when you're jealous."

"I did not eat--"

"I love so much."

"..." Song Zhuangtong endured the rebuttal, and rubbed the tender skin of his neck a little irritably, "You know how to coax me."