Overwinter

Hot pot restaurants are crowded with people now.

Song Zhuangtong is very familiar with the boss, he asked for a small box for two people, and ordered the mandarin duck pot that could satisfy the tastes of two people.After the waiter left with the menu, Song Zhuangtong got up and moved to Wen Yan's side, and brought the cup and bowl over by the way.

"You ran out to play without Song Jing."

"What do you do with him on a date? As a light bulb?"

Song Zhuangtong's hobby of raising children is to raise them.At first, because of Song Jing's special situation, Song Zhuangtong would give him some care that he thought was gentle and considerate. After getting along for a long time, he found that Song Jing is actually a very patient little boy, and he doesn't need to take care of him everywhere, otherwise it will be like constantly reminding him He, he is different from others, superfluous and hurtful.

This hot pot restaurant served food very quickly, and when all the dishes were served, the door was quietly closed, and there were only the two of them left in the box.The weather in Beijing has been very sweltering recently. Wen Yan only wore a simple white shirt with a white bottoming vest underneath. With black hair, he looked clean and fresh.

Song Zhuangtong didn't have any other thoughts, even if he did, he had to feed Wen Yan first.

The whole plate of beef was put into the pot, and the bright and beautiful meat rolls changed color after being rolled twice in the soup.The meat floating out of Gululu's red soup was covered with a layer of bright oil, Wen Yan looked a little apprehensive.

"Try the spicy pot?" Song Zhuangtong asked.

Wen Yan shook his head: "I ate so much."

"The stomach is not good, it's so fragile everywhere." Song Zhuangtong helped him fish out the beef rolls in the clear soup pot, and put them all in Wen Yan's bowl, "Don't call you Teacher Wen, call you Sister Wen .”

Wen Yan cast a sidelong glance at him.Knowing that Wen Yan didn't like being called like a girl, Song Zhuangtong gently pinched his waist and said with a smile, "Just kidding."

"When I was in junior high school, I was often told that I didn't look like a boy because of my poor health." Although it was a light memory, it was a day that I didn't want to recall again.

After all, there are too many stereotypes in this society, as if girls are born weaker than boys, and boys must be born strong and strong.But there are never the same leaves, all the veins and shapes are their own.

That's why Wen Yan always has some sympathy and pity for the special children in the class.

Song Zhuangtong gently stroked his back with his palm, and he said, "You should show them how manly you are when you quarrel with your parents."

Wen Yan snorted twice: "If I had your physique, I would fight him."

Song Zhuangtong said happily: "Don't advocate force, Mr. Wen."

Eating hot pot on a hot day still requires a little patience. Fortunately, the air conditioner in the store is low temperature. The two of them chatted while eating hot pot, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"There is one more thing I didn't tell you. I'm going to go abroad tomorrow." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan was surprised: "What are you doing abroad?"

Song Zhuangtong said: "My sister is hospitalized abroad, I'm going to see her situation."

"Then when are you coming back?"

Wen Yan planned to go back to the small town to stay in these two days, and Song Zhuangtong was going to go abroad, so he had to work for many days.

"I don't know the exact location of my sister. It may take some time to find it."

"What about Song Jing?" Wen Yan asked, "Do you need me to take it for you?"

"No, I asked the aunt who took him to take care of him when he was born."

Wen Yan realized that Song Zhuangtong had already arranged everything, so he waited to inform himself.

"Do you want to stay in Beijing for a few more days or go home first?" Song Zhuangtong asked him.

Wen Yan thought for a while in silence, then he said, "Stay in Beijing, I still have some things to do, when you come back, we'll go back together."

Song Zhuangtong nodded: "Okay."

After eating a hot pot meal, Wen Yan had a bit of food in his stomach, and was in a state of fullness that made him want to vomit when he saw everything he ate. Song Zhuangtong took him to the shopping mall for a walk to digest his food, and he walked to the men's clothing section.

The white tuxedo in the window was really eye-catching, and Song Zhuangtong caught it at the first sight, so he asked Wen Yan to try it on.

"I don't even have occasions where I need to wear a tuxedo." Wen Yan refused.

"There is always time to wear it." Song Zhuangtong pulled him into the shop without hesitation, and said to the shopping guide, "The one in the window, give him his size to try on."

Wen Yan hadn't worn such formal clothes for a long time. He was struggling with the shirt in the fitting room when the loose curtain was suddenly pulled open. Wen Yan looked up and saw Song Zhuangtong squeezed in.

"How do you—"

Song Zhuangtong's eyes fell on Wen Yan, his shirt was only buttoned two times, and the vest inside hadn't been taken off yet, but the light in the fitting room was bright, making his thin vest translucent.Song Zhuangtong's eyes darkened, he lifted his shirt, aimed at the half-covered... and pinched him hard.

Wen Yan grinned in pain, staring at him in surprise and annoyance.

Song Zhuangtong chuckled twice, leaned over and wanted to do something with Wen Yan in his arms, but was slapped away by Wen Yan.

"Be honest."

But Wen Yan's struggling strength was really nothing to fear in Song Zhuangtong's view.Song Zhuangtong lay on his shoulders, opened Wen Yan's shirt with his nose, and all his warm breath fell on Wen Yan's sensitive neck.There was nowhere to escape from the cramped fitting room, Wen Yan was numb all over.

"Mr. Wen, have you finished your business?"

Wen Yan froze for a moment: "What?"

At first, he wanted to put away his impatience, at least go back to the hotel and do something again, but Song Zhuangtong's other hand had already slid along the waistline to Wen Yan's buttocks, and squeezed it lightly.

"It's time to fulfill the promise."

Wen Yan suddenly understood what he said, his face flushed, and he struggled in Song Zhuangtong's arms: "It's outside!"

Song Zhuangtong pressed his shoulder, bit Wen Yan's cheek to vent his anger, and said, "I also want to wait until I get home, and you're the one who seduced me."

Wen Yan tugged on his shirt tightly, his eyes guarded and embarrassed.

"You go out first."

Song Zhuangtong raised his hand innocently: "I'll help you wear it."

Wen Yan's ears turned red from fright: "You help me dress more and less through time."

After successfully driving the people out, Wen Yan moved a lot more quickly. After changing into a white tuxedo, with a bow tie in his hand, he went to the sofa to find Song Zhuangtong for help.

The classic segmented tailoring makes the tuxedo perfectly fit Wen Yan's body. He is slender and slender, and his cold white skin looks noble and elegant under the light, but the neckline stands up abruptly. Song Zhuangtong got up and took it from him He helped Wen Yan put on his bow tie delicately and gently.

Appreciating the noble and beautiful young master in front of him with satisfaction, Song Zhuangtong couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

"Come on with this package." He said to the shopping guide.

"Don't worry about it, I'm not used to wearing it." Wen Yan glanced at the price in the fitting room, and it was to such a degree that even if it fits well, he didn't need to buy it at all. "Besides, the tuxedo is too formal, and I have no occasion to wear it."

Song Zhuangtong looked at the person in the mirror, and gently hooked out the stuck hair for him. Song Zhuangtong lowered his eyes slightly, and Wen Yan saw the turbulent undercurrent hidden under the eyelashes.

Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat.

"You don't need to wear it out, just show it to me."

No matter what, he was reluctant to mess around in this clothes that cost more than his annual salary, and was grabbed by one leg and stuck in front of the door panel before kissing him. Wen Yan thought for a long time how to safely put the Take off the clothes on your body.

The rude and fierce kiss did not give him room to think at all, Wen Yan was so blocked that he whimpered, and his physical tears were forced out in an instant.

Pushing Song Zhuangtong twice with the remaining strength, the person in front of him remained motionless, and Wen Yan turned his head to avoid the kiss, still taking advantage of the gap of breathing.Song Zhuangtong frowned, grabbed Wen Yan's cheek with one hand, and pulled it back to continue kissing.

Wen Yan quickly said, "Take a bath first!"

Song Zhuangtong stopped his movements, his cheekbones were a little dark red, obviously impatient to take a bath again.

Wen Yan pinched his tight arm muscles, and the movement of rolling his Adam's apple when he spoke seemed a little timid, which melted Song Zhuangtong's heart at once.

"I'm sick of not taking a shower."

The fire that had subsided for a while was rekindled when Wen Yan was laying on the sofa and arranging his tuxedo.His legs were thin and white, and they were even more delicate against the black shorts. Due to the pulling of his movements, the black cloth stretched his buttocks tightly, and his plump shape was like a beautiful wrapped peach.

On the way Song Zhuangtong walked from the bathroom door, the towel had slipped to the ground. He picked up Wen Yan by his waist with one hand, and threw him on the bed amidst Wen Yan's exclamation.

It's time for peach juice.