Overwinter

Wen Yan felt the most comfortable in the autumn temperature. He put on his coat early and walked through the quiet and beautiful school amidst the golden yellow.After the summer heat receded, the dullness in the classroom disappeared, and he attended classes on a regular basis every day, and his life gradually got on the right track.

In addition to taking western medicine as prescribed by the doctor, Wen Yan also asked an old Chinese doctor recommended by Zhang Yu to prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine to drink. Every time he fried it at home, the smell was overbearing and unpleasant, and Song Jing would hide in his room as if fleeing.

Song Zhuangtong also disliked the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and frowned as he watched Wen Yan drink a big bowl, with a terrible expression as if he drank it himself.

Seeing his expression, Wen Yan put down the bowl and leaned over to beg for a kiss.

Song Zhuangtong moved his face away in disgust, but in the next second he was held back by Wen Yan, and his lips that smelled of medicine pecked Song Zhuangtong hard.

The smell of herbs made Song Zhuangtong frowned, subconsciously turning his face away.

Wen Yan snorted twice with some dissatisfaction, Song Zhuangtong's face that he had twisted away tightly relieved a little, and after being twisted back by Wen Yan, Wen Yan held his face and kissed him all over without resistance.

After the kiss, Song Zhuangtong frowned.

"Does it smell bad?" Wen Yan asked.

Song Zhuangtong took the half of the water he drank, and said, "Get well soon, and you won't need to drink it later."

After drinking water to suppress the smell of medicine in his mouth, Song Zhuangtong came to beg for a kiss right now, Wen Yan pushed his face impatiently, Song Zhuangtong licked Wen Yan's palm, grabbed Wen Yan's wrist, and moved closer In the past, he bit Wen Yan's neck with his teeth.

The thin and tender piece of soft meat couldn't stand the bite of the teeth, and it turned red soon.

The temperature in the living room was getting higher and higher, and Song Zhuangtong's hands also became restless.

Wen Yan was breathing heavily, opened his eyes with difficulty, grabbed Song Zhuangtong's wrist, and said, "When I went to see the old Chinese doctor that day, he asked me if I had a girlfriend."

Song Zhuang Tonggong was messing around in his arms, his voice was muffled.

"and then?"

Wen Yan blushed with embarrassment: "I said yes, but he said let me be more restrained."

Song Zhuangtong chuckled a few times: "He said you have kidney deficiency, right?"

Wen Yan blushed even more, and he retorted softly: "No..."

"It's okay, as long as your girlfriend's kidneys are healthy." Song Zhuangtong took off his shirt, his hair was fluffy and messy, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Wen Yan's gaze, "You don't need to work hard."

Wen Yan glanced at Song Jing's door in panic, and said in surprise, "Are you crazy? Song Jing hasn't slept yet."

"He can find something to do by himself." Song Zhuangtong carried Wen Yan on his shoulders.

Song Zhuangtong threw him on the bed, and ate the remaining taste of the medicine in his mouth.

Wen Yan's lips were rosy, and his eyes were wet. He was wrapped in a warm and comfortable quilt. When the temperature was lower, Wen Yan couldn't wait to change into long-sleeved pajamas. The silk pajamas were easy to peel off, like Peel the ripe lychees, and the juicy flesh will be exposed in an instant.

Wen Yan's ears were unbearably red, and Song Zhuangtong's neck was blushing, which made the back of Wen Yan's hands tender and beautiful.The bent fingertips pressed into the flesh, leaving a few curved and small crescent marks.

The next day was the weekend, and Song Zhuangtong was very unscrupulous.On weekdays, Wen Yan would forcefully ask him not to plant strawberries, but often he couldn't help Wen Yan at the end. He lost his energy and let Song Zhuangtong mess around and leave a red mark on his neck. The other teachers in the office snickered after seeing it, isn't it? The most embarrassing thing was mainly the group of little kids in the class who took advantage of the break time to come to his side one by one, pointing to the marks on Wen Yan's neck and asking why mosquitoes still bit people when it was cold.

Knowing that the target of prevarication should not be elementary school students who like to ask questions, Wen Yan blushed in embarrassment, and went to the office after class.

This time, the whole neck was bitten arrogantly again. Wen Yan casually put on a white shirt and dragged his sore body to the bathroom to wash up. Compared with the scars on the neck, the two red marks on the chest and inner thighs are more scary .After Wen Yan brushed his teeth, he turned his face sideways to check the situation in the mirror. He clenched his molars angrily, and said in a low voice, "I told you I'm going to Mrs. Zhong's house to see her baby today. Give it back to me." Bite like this."

There was some movement behind him, and the next second, when the scent belonging to Song Zhuangtong approached, Wen Yan felt a weight on his shoulders, and saw Song Zhuangtong in the mirror, with sleepy eyes, leaning lazily on his shoulders.

"What are you talking about, muttering."

Wen Yan looked at him in the mirror.

"I'm scolding you."

The satisfied Song Zhuangtong laughed loudly in a good mood.

"I'm just standing here, you scold directly."

Wen Yan pushed his head away: "Don't press me down, I have to change my clothes."

"You guys have an appointment for lunch, why are you in a hurry?" Song Zhuangtong straightened up, his muscular male body set off Wen Yan's thin shoulders, and the few finger marks on his neck added a bit of charm to Song Zhuangtong.

Sensing Wen Yan's gaze, Song Zhuangtong, who lowered his head and squeezed the toothpaste, suddenly raised his eyes, staring at Wen Yan with a strong sense of oppression.

"Not doing enough?"

Wen Yan: "..."

The two of them got up late, and the breakfast was warmed in the pot. After eating two casual bites, Wen Yan changed his clothes and prepared to go out.

"Come back early and take you to test drive in the afternoon." Song Zhuangtong urged.

Wen Yan nodded: "There are a lot of us, so we shouldn't disturb you for too long."

Teacher Zhong gave birth to a very cute baby girl. She is still on maternity leave. This time, some teachers who are close to her in the school went to visit together.Wen Yan bought some supplements and brought them over. When he arrived, all the other teachers had already arrived.

"Teacher Wen is here."

"Ms. Wen is late."

"Mr. Wen, why are you here so late?"

Wen Yan took off his coat and smiled apologetically: "I wasted a little time when I went out."

Teacher Zhong sat on the sofa in comfortable and warm pajamas, and smiled at him: "Mr. Wen feels in a good mood recently."

Wen Yan's expression was slightly blushing, and the teachers next to him had already started joking.

"Mr. Wen's face is radiant recently, we all speculate whether he is in a relationship."

"Yes, there is a teacher in our group who wants to ask me to ask for help."

Wen Yan smiled and said, "What a radiant face, you guys are too exaggerated."

He began to rejoice that he chose a turtleneck sweater for going out. If he was to see the strawberry neck, he might be teased again.

Several people drank hot tea while eating snacks, chatting with each other.

"Hey, but Teacher Zhong, has your husband gone to work? I haven't seen him this morning."

Wen Yan looked sideways at Teacher Zhong, and Wen Yan caught the flash of embarrassment on her face.

"He lives in the company recently, so he's too lazy to come back."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was surprised.

"Why do you live in a company? Aren't you still in confinement?"

"Then what do you usually eat?"

"Isn't today the weekend?"

"Doesn't he help take care of the children?"

Teacher Zhong waved his hand and said with a smile: "The old people at home will help take care of it, so I won't be tired."

After all, it's a family matter, so it's not good to ask too much. The aunt at home helped prepare the lunch. When the table was served, Teacher Zhong's mother-in-law came out of the room holding the child.

"Everyone eat more, some vegetable rice, I hope all the teachers will be happy with the poor hospitality." She stood beside her with her baby in her arms, "Hey, does your school still have such a handsome male teacher?"

Wen Yan who was mentioned smiled awkwardly.

"Does the male teacher have a date? Do you want aunt to introduce you?"

Teacher Zhong said with a smile: "Mom, if you don't have a partner, it's because our school has digested it internally. I don't need your help to introduce it."

When asked this question again, Wen Yan simply admitted generously: "I already have a partner."

All the people at the table looked over, Teacher Zhong said in surprise, "Really? Do we know each other?"

Wen Yan said: "You probably don't know each other, it's not from our school."

"As a result, our school introduced you to a partner, but you were talked away by someone outside the school."

The meal was joyful because there was a new topic. After the meal, everyone was sitting back on the sofa to rest. Suddenly the door was opened, and a tall man in a white shirt appeared at the door.

Teacher Zhong's expression brightened: "My husband is back."

Teacher Zhong got up to greet him, and the man asked, "Why are there so many people?"

"My colleague came to visit me today, please say hello to everyone."

He frowned slightly, and after scanning a circle of people, his eyes fell on Wen Yan, and a bad breath suddenly appeared.

Wen Yan was stunned.

"The male teacher also came to visit the pregnant woman."

The strange tone made everyone in the room stunned.