Overwinter

It is very impolite to leave the other party alone after the love affair, especially when the other party is still looking like he is being tortured to the point of dying, Song Zhuangtong is really worried about Wen Yan.

After rebooking the ticket, he nestled back into the quilt again, and took Wen Yan, who was limp under the quilt, into his arms.

Wen Yan frowned slightly in his dream, his expression was tired and he had no intention of waking up.

The dry skin is clinging to the light quilt, the temperature in the room is suitable, the thick curtains block the bright sunlight outside the window, and also isolate the hustle and bustle of the world.

The person in the arms closed his eyes, his upturned nose swept away the redness from last night, and he breathed regularly. Song Zhuangtong rubbed Wen Yan's hair, and left a gentle kiss on his forehead.

When Wen Yan woke up, the room was completely dark. He looked at the dark room in a daze. He couldn't tell what day and time it was. He moved his body with difficulty, woke up Song Zhuangtong, who was in a light sleep, and was held firmly in his arms.

Song Zhuangtong narrowed his eyes and pecked lightly on his eyes, and asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Wen Yan shook his head, he said dryly, "I'm so thirsty."

Song Zhuangtong turned over to the bedside table to get mineral water, and Wen Yan saw the several scratches left on his bare back.Last night when he was in pain and joy, he couldn't help leaving marks on Song Zhuangtong's back with his fingertips. Wen Yan moved his dry throat, Song Zhuangtong unscrewed the bottle cap, and passed the water to his lips.

Two sips of water fell into his throat, Wen Yan felt much more comfortable, and sighed contentedly.

Song Zhuangtong chuckled lightly: "Those who don't know would think how many times I tormented you yesterday."

There was more than half of a box of covers left, and Song Zhuangtong was far from full.

He pinched Wen Yan's waist, buried his head in Wen Yan's neck and rubbed it, and said, "I really want to drag you to exercise when I go back."

Wen Yan twisted his body and struggled, he asked, "Didn't you fly to New York today?"

There were still two naked bodies under the quilt, Song Zhuangtong couldn't help him from rubbing against each other like this at all, he held Wen Yan's waist involuntarily, stuck him between his legs, and threatened in a low voice: "Wen Yan, if you dare to trick me again, wait a minute." Stop crying and begging me to slow down."

Wen Yan was so frightened that she remained motionless and turned to look at him.

Satisfied, Song Zhuangtong lowered his head and lightly pecked Wen Yan's forehead, and said, "I think you are too weak, so I don't worry about leaving you here alone, and the sign will be changed until night."

As he spoke, he lifted the quilt, picked up Wen Yan, reached for the black underwear that had fallen to the floor, and handed it to Wen Yan: "Put on your clothes first, and I'll get something to eat."

Wen Yan changed his clothes slowly, and Song Zhuangtong personally came to lift him out of bed, Wen Yan was very embarrassed, and said, "I can still walk."

It's just that when he stepped on the ground, he almost fell to his knees. Wen Yan looked a little embarrassed, and when he was helped up by Song Zhuangtong, he gritted his teeth depressedly and said, "If you weren't so fierce, would I be like this just once?"

Song Zhuangtong said innocently: "I've already restrained myself."

Song Zhuangtong ordered a few light dishes, but Wen Yan didn't have much appetite. He sat on a chair and watched Song Zhuangtong eat, and asked, "When is your plane ticket?"

Song Zhuangtong said, "It's past ten o'clock."

Wen Yan looked at the time and said, "It's almost seven o'clock, so don't you have to leave later?"

Song Zhuangtong nodded: "Go early and come back early."

Wen Yan looked gentle and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for you to come back, and we'll go home together."

Song Zhuangtong left after dinner, he really delayed a flight until he woke up, and left after making sure there was nothing else to do.Before leaving, he put a kiss next to Wen Yan's ear, and said something softly, Wen Yan's body was a little stiff, and he looked sideways at him.

Song Zhuangtong glanced at Wen Yan's left ear, raised his voice and said the sentence just now: "Goodbye, my wife."

Wen Yan couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

"Let's go, you."

Wen Yan took a hot bath to relax, his overused body and limbs were clamoring for fatigue, Wen Yan felt sore everywhere, especially his waist.He sighed, when he saw Song Zhuangtong earlier, he was not surprised by his sexual ability, but his body was too much for him, so it was hard for Song Zhuangtong to be so happy when he was not satisfied.

He made an appointment for a physical examination the next day, and Zhang Yu took a day off to send him to the hospital for examination.

Wen Yan has a lot of physical problems, after a checkup, every time he enters a department, he will be dragged and questioned by the doctor.

In the end, he chose to be hospitalized for recuperation. The hospital he made an appointment with was a well-known private hospital in Beijing, and the ward facilities were very good.Wen Yan refunded the hotel, and took a little of his luggage into the hospital.

Zhang Yu worked all day, stepped on the clock after get off work and went to Wen Yan's ward to see him: "It's too pitiful for you to live alone, where is your boyfriend?"

Wen Yan said, "He's on a business trip."

He adjusted the quilt on his body, and retorted weakly: "It's not very pitiful, I don't even have to go to work, it's so comfortable to lie down and play with my phone."

It's just that when I'm playing with my mobile phone, I'm often called to check up, take medicine, and get an injection.

The hospital is a place that consumes a lot of energy. It is said that if you live in the hospital, you will get sick if you are not sick. Seeing that Wen Yan is so listless, Zhang Yu proposes to take him out for dinner.

"Forget it, I don't eat a lot of things, and I don't enjoy eating." Wen Yan refused, "You haven't eaten yet? Then go home first, I'll call you if I need anything, don't worry I."

"Alright, then what do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

Wen Yan smiled and shook his head: "I don't have any appetite for delicious food, let's talk about it after I recover from my illness."

"Oh, by the way, what did the doctor tell you?" Zhang Yu asked.

"He said that he should have come for an examination a long time ago. He had broken his calf before and he recovered very slowly, and his ears, because the delay was too long, it is almost impossible to heal now. Other small injuries caused by poor immunity The symptoms are nothing serious, and the lack of blood gas can also be adjusted by recuperating later." Wen Yan said softly.

Sitting next to his hospital bed, Zhang Yu said, "You should have been taken care of in the hospital when you had a car accident. What did you have to do in that economically backward town? Now there are so many diseases."

Wen Yan let out a long sigh, and said, "At that time, I was really helpless, I felt like I couldn't stay here for a second."

A stepmother who betrayed her lover, who rushed to kick him out of the house, and a father who disgusted herself as gay...

Wen Yan often feels that he is a failure. He has lived seriously for more than 20 years, and he has come to such an ugly end. He can only escape to a small corner where no one can find him to lick his wounds.

Zhang Yu gently rubbed his hair and said, "If I hadn't gone out to study at that time, I could still protect you."

The sensational imagination was interrupted by Wen Yan with a smile: "Okay, if you recall the past with me again, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Zhang Yu gave him a brainstorm with a smile: "Hurry up and rest."

At this time, Song Zhuangtong, who was in New York, was also in the hospital. Compared with Wen Yan's calm and indifferent, he was much annoyed.

"I want to see my sister right now."

The other party was an Englishman with a heavy accent. Seeing that Song Zhuangtong looked uneasy, he immediately lowered his posture: "Mr. Song, the guardian's signature is required for hospital visits now. If you don't have Mr. Song's signature, we won't let you in to visit him." patient's."

Song Zhuangtong was so angry that his chest heaved violently, he poked the table heavily with his fingers, and said sharply: "You are imprisoned."

These words made the British face a bit ugly.

"Please don't slander us. Psychiatric patients are easily stimulated. We cannot allow strangers to visit us at will. This is our protection for patients."

Song Zhuangtong glanced at the lawn of the park outside where the environment was acceptable. He caught a plane and arrived at the hospital before he had adjusted the jet lag. After hitting a wall, his patience was exhausted.

He got up abruptly, went outside and called old man Song.

It took a while for Mr. Song to answer the phone, and he said slowly, "Hello?"

"I'm in New York, I want to see my sister." Song Zhuangtong said in a deep voice.