Overwinter

As the head teacher, Wen Yan needed to go back to school for a meeting ahead of time. He had planned to go home. After Song Jing saw the psychiatrist, the three of them left Beijing on the highway again.

On the way, Song Zhuangtong and Wen Yan had another discussion on whether he should resign.

"Didn't the doctor tell you to take a good rest? You have to work hard when you go to work, how can you take care of your body?"

Wen Yan didn't quite agree with his idea: "Then I stay at home like a rice bug every day. When my body recovers, my mental state will deteriorate, and it's not easy to get familiar with the lower grades, so I don't want to leave my job. "

Although going to work every day is very hard and there are many things to consider, Wen Yan still feels that it is very meaningful to grow up with a group of simple and innocent students.

Seeing Wen Yan's insistence, Song Zhuangtong no longer interfered with his choice, but went back to the town, parked the car downstairs in Wen Yan's community without saying a word, and asked him to go up and pack his luggage.

"Take some of them first, and move the rest slowly later," Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan looked at him in astonishment: "Where are you moving?"

"My family." Song Zhuangtong had a tough attitude, "Live with us."

Wen Yan thought for a while, and said, "I'll bring some change of clothes over there, and the two sides will take turns."

Song Zhuangtong supported the steering wheel, and cast a sharp gaze.

"Why do you want to come back and live alone? Afraid of quarreling with me?"

Wen Yan chuckled: "How can I quarrel with you?"

Song Zhuangtong raised his chin and said, "Then move in and live with us."

There was a period of time before when they lived together as a semi-cohabitation, because it was inconvenient for Song Zhuangtong to see and pick up people back and forth, and living together could save a lot of trouble, Wen Yan thought about it, and agreed.

"Then I'll collect the things, you guys wait a moment."

After living for so many years, Wen Yan still has a lot of things, and he can't clean them up for a while, and Song Zhuangtong's house is not short of anything, so after bringing some daily necessities, Wen Yan officially moved in with Song Zhuangtong.

The school season in September made Wen Yan busy.After stepping into the third grade, the schoolwork also began to become tense. The students in the first and second grades in the class have different foundations, and their grades have opened up a certain distance. Parents also began to worry about their children's grades.Song Zhuangtong had a big heart, and told Wen Yan that it didn't matter what Song Jing's grades were, as long as he was healthy and happy at school.

What pleased Song Zhuangtong was that after Wen Yan moved in, Song Jing's homework was supervised by him.Usually after eating, Song Zhuangtong is responsible for simply cleaning up the table, and Song Jing will be called to the side by Wen Yan, who is watching the homework, and follow along to finish today's homework.

This saved Song Zhuangtong a lot of trouble. You must know that what annoys him most on weekdays is the homework that needs to be taken home for parents to supervise. In fact, the tasks are not heavy, but troublesome.

Song Jing was usually very honest when doing his homework in front of Wen Yan, he didn't dare to say anything, and went to take a shower after finishing his homework.

Song Zhuangtong leaned lazily on the sofa, and when he got up to eat the fruit, he leaned close to Wen Yan's ear.

"It's a bit like a mother."

Wen Yan gave Song Zhuangtong a sideways glance, the posture of looking down at homework for a long time made Wen Yan's neck sore, he stretched his neck to relax, and let out a slight sigh in his throat.

Song Zhuangtong put his hand on his shoulder and kneaded it twice.

"what!"

Wen Yan, who was pinched by the sore muscles in his neck, let out a short scream, and Song Zhuangtong stopped his movements: "I'll take it easy."

Wen Yan nodded, and he relaxed his sitting position, leaning against Song Zhuangtong's legs, resting and relaxing under Song Zhuangtong's gentle movements.

The stretched body was completely relaxed in the quiet living room, Wen Yan lay on his lap, his white and tender neck was rubbed pink, Wen Yan let out a gentle breathing sound, presumably dozing off.

It didn't take much effort to lift him up horizontally, Song Zhuangtong sent him back to the room barefoot, and was about to climb into bed with him, when he remembered that Wen Yan always disliked him for not being fastidious, so he got up and took a shower.

Wen Yan was woken up by him when he pushed back under the covers.

The voice of the sleepy-eyed person was also lazy: "Song Zhuangtong, what time is it?"

"It's past ten o'clock." Song Zhuangtong lay on top of him, skillfully found Wen Yan's collarbone with his lips, and pecked at the tender spot.

"Is Song Jing asleep?" Wen Yan asked.

Anyway, everyone is awake, so there is no need to restrain the strength of his mouth. Song Zhuangtong sucked an obvious strawberry for him, and said, "I have already taken a bath and slept, Ms. Wen."

Song Zhuangtong's body was hot, and he clung to him like a big dog. Wen Yan pushed him twice and said, "I haven't bathed yet."

Song Zhuangtong buried his head in his neck and took a deep breath.

"You don't need to wash, you are fragrant."

Wen Yan pushed him again: "I've been sweating all day, where is the fragrance?"

After struggling to lift Song Zhuangtong away, Wen Yan sat up for a while, and Song Zhuangtong who came to beg for a kiss was sealed with his palm: "I want to take a bath first."

Song Zhuangtong frowned tightly and looked at him displeased.

Wen Yan was about to say something to comfort him, but in the next second he was carried on his shoulders, and was carried tightly around his waist to the bathroom.

"I'll help you wash."

Naturally, it is not as simple as helping to take a bath.The condoms at home are actually used up quickly. Although Wen Yan is in poor health, Song Zhuangtong thinks about getting them twice every night. Every time Wen Yan is tossed to the back, he loses energy, falls asleep, and wakes up early the next day It was difficult and sleepy.

After being wiped dry and carried back to the bed, Wen Yan stretched out his bare hands to reach the mobile phone by the bed, and glanced at the time.

"Why is it two o'clock, and there is no time to sleep."

There is also Song Jing at home, Wen Yan doesn't like to shout, but Song Zhuangtong is too fierce, so at this time Wen Yan's voice is hoarse and weak, just hearing it is enough to be bullied.

Song Zhuangtong hugged his waist tightly, kissed Wen Yan's red and swollen lips heavily, and said vaguely, "Don't be the head teacher next semester."

The rough tongue was pressed against Wen Yan's throat, and the rough sucking action caused physical tears to appear in Wen Yan's eyes. He snorted, "Have you been messing around with you at home all day?"

Song Zhuangtong bit his lower lip.

"Aren't you happy?"

How could it not be so refreshing, it was so refreshing that I was about to suffocate.

Song Zhuangtong was restless, and started to move his hands and feet again. Wen Yan was soft everywhere at the moment, except for his mouth, which was still a little hard.

"Don't bother me, can you wait until the weekend?"

Song Zhuangtong suddenly looked up at him.

"It's fine if I'm hungry today, but I'm going to be hungry this week?"

Wen Yan gritted his teeth: "Are you hungry today? I'll just sleep on the podium tomorrow."

When the homeroom teacher arrived at school very early, Song Zhuangtong looked at him for a while, and finally rolled over Wen Yan, keeping his hand on his waist.Song Zhuangtong was already sleeping warmly in the bed, and they were very close, Song Zhuangtong's hot breath was on Wen Yan's neck, blowing it again and again, making Wen Yan's throat itchy.

Wen Yan shrank his neck: "Don't get so close to me."

Song Zhuangtong pulled him back into his arms, and said harshly, "Don't move, go to sleep."

Wen Yan couldn't avoid the domineering Song Zhuangtong, so he had to find a comfortable position and sleep next to Song Zhuangtong.

After so many days, Wen Yan has gotten used to having a big man next to him that he can lean on, and he is also used to seeing Song Zhuangtong's handsome face when he opens his eyes.

The movement of getting up was as gentle as possible, but when he quietly crawled out of Song Zhuangtong's arms, he still woke him up.

"Why do you wake up so early?" Song Zhuangtong's voice was low and sexy when he just woke up.

Wen Yan suppressed his voice and said, "You can sleep a little longer."

Song Zhuangtong gave a muffled hum, opened his closed eyes lazily, and looked at Wen Yan: "Can you get up? If you can't get up, just go back to sleep."

"No, I have to do my morning reading today."

Song Zhuangtong sighed lightly.

"It's really troublesome to be a head teacher."

Wen Yan complained: "Knowing that I have to get up so early, I don't know how to feel sorry for me. I won't let you do it on weekdays in the future."

Song Zhuangtong hugged him, leaned his head into Wen Yan's embrace, and after taking two breaths close to him, he said in a hoarse voice, "I just wanted to love you so much when I got into bed, and I didn't think about it so much."

Wen Yan gently inserted his fingers into Song Zhuangtong's hair, stroked it lightly, and said, "You don't hurt me, you make me hurt."

Song Zhuangtong corrected: "It's both refreshing and painful."