Overwinter

Before getting in the car, Wen Yan recalled Teacher Zhong's husband's unfriendly attitude just now, and remembered that some time ago, Teacher Zhong insisted on going back to school to teach, and was hospitalized after running around, so he took the unfinished maternity leave.Her husband, however, lives in the company during such an important and difficult time, and even on weekends he comes back to take a shower and then leaves in a hurry.

Wen Yan was lost in thought, Song Zhuangtong asked several questions but got no response.

"Wen Yan." Song Zhuangtong increased his volume again, Wen Yan suddenly came back to his senses, and turned to look at him.

"What are you thinking, so fascinated?"

"I'm thinking of Teacher Zhong's husband."

Song Zhuangtong slowly frowned.

"It feels like he's not very responsible."

Song Zhuangtong asked: "Why do you say that?"

"He didn't live at home before. He said he thought it was too troublesome to go back and forth. He lived in the company. Now Mr. Zhong is sick and hospitalized. He still lives in the company and hasn't gone home to take care of the children." Wen Yan said.

Song Zhuangtong showed disgust: "What do you do with this kind of husband? Give him a baby and make yourself tired."

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, subconsciously glanced at Song Zhuangtong, and then quickly looked away.

"Have you decided what car you want to see? I have selected two models for you, and I will try them later." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan nodded: "Go to your dealership for a test drive?"

Song Zhuangtong said: "Yes, just drive away if it suits you, and I'll help you with the formalities when the time comes."

It's rare for Lao Wan to stay in the store on weekends. They recently built a more elegant office, and they sit in it and drink tea when they have nothing to do.

From a distance, I saw Song Zhuangtong's car parked outside the shop, and Lao Wan came down from upstairs.

"I thought you wouldn't be here today."

"Where's the car?"

Lao Wan pointed to two black cars not far away, and said, "Mr. Wen wants to buy a car, right? I think these two are pretty good."

"You don't even look at who chose it." Then, Song Zhuangtong took the key in his hand, lowered his head and asked Wen Yan, "Which one do you want to try first?"

"Just this one." Wen Yan chose the one closer to him, and Song Zhuangtong led him into the car to experience it.

Lao Wan blew on the hot tea in his hand, looked at the attentive Song Zhuangtong in the car, hissed, and shook his head.

"Brother Wan, who is that?" A new apprentice who hadn't seen Wen Yan before, and seeing Brother Song following him so attentively, asked with curiosity.

Lao Wan thought about his wording and said, "His son's head teacher."

"Damn it." The apprentice looked at Lao Wan in surprise, "Send the car directly? What happened to Brother Song's son at school? Such a big deal?"

Lao Wan knocked on his forehead: "What are you thinking? I just help Mr. Wen as a staff member and choose a good car for him."

The apprentice rubbed his forehead and said, "I thought Brother Song's character should be very tough for my son."

"I'll know when I see you next time. People are very quiet."

The two people who chose the car here were talking, Song Zhuangtong was very surprised by Wen Yan's decisiveness, and asked, "You really don't want to try the other one?"

"Then I must be entangled. This one is already very suitable for my requirements." Wen Yan patted the steering wheel.

"Okay, then drive a new car home today." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan's expression was obviously a little excited, and he said, "Let's go through the formalities first, go to the supermarket after finishing, and cook something delicious to celebrate in the evening."

He smiled so that his eyes were crooked, and the joy in his eyes made Song Zhuangtong happy to see him, and he couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"it is good."

Wen Yan hasn't cooked for a long time, and his aunt helps prepare dinner on weekdays. It feels really good to be able to eat hot food after work, and he has gradually become lazy like this.

When they arrived at the supermarket, Wen Yan took Song Zhuangtong straight to the electrical department.

He wanted to make hot pot tonight, but when he asked in the car, he realized that there was no decent hot pot at home.

When it comes to buying electrical appliances, Wen Yan always asks Song Zhuangtong for his opinion.

But obviously he couldn't see the difference between the two pots at all.

Song Zhuangtong: "Buy expensive ones."

Wen Yan: "Why?"

Song Zhuangtong: "Because I have money."

Wen Yan: "...OK, Boss Song."

Song Zhuangtong dragged a big pot and box into the cart, he reached out to hold Wen Yan, and said, "Don't waste time here, spend more time choosing sets later."

There were so many people in the supermarket at the moment, Wen Yan quickly withdrew his hand, looked at him with a blushing face, and complained, "Can you keep your voice down?"

"What's there to keep quiet? Which adult hasn't had sex yet?" Song Zhuangtong said calmly.

Teacher Wen has a thin skin, and pushed the car to speed up to distance himself from Song Zhuangtong.The people behind quickly followed up, and both hands fell on Wen Yan's side, tightly encircling him between himself and the cart, followed by his chin, and rubbed Wen Yan's neck affectionately: "Choose two A box of peppermint for tonight."

Wen Yan blushed with shame, twisted in his arms, pushing him away.

"I don't like peppermint."

The peppermint feeling was too strong, making him uncomfortable with the cold.

Song Zhuangtong asked innocently: "Then what kind of smell do you like? You can't smell it."

Wen Yan blushed and stared at him, almost gritted his teeth and asked, "Where can't I smell it?"

As if thinking of something suddenly, Song Zhuangtong chuckled a few times, then changed his words: "Yes, you can indeed smell it."

Discussing this kind of thing with him in public, Wen Yan couldn't stand it, he had to pass the cashier when he went to the ingredients section, and the colorful boxes on the table with the chewing gum made his eyes hurt, Wen Yan accelerated the push The car quickly crossed this area.

Song Zhuangtong stopped slowly, picked up the sleeves on the shelf, and carefully compared the taste and size.

Wen Yan chose some vegetarian dishes suitable for hot pot, and also bought a lot of meat dishes, the cart was so full that when Song Zhuangtong came over with a condom in his arms, there was almost no room in the cart.

Wen Yan's entire back was numb, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Why did you buy so many?"

"No one else can use this large size, so I just bought them all." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan was blindsided by his anger: "You..."

As soon as Song Zhuangtong let go of his hand, the condom in his arms fell into the gap of the cart, and now the whole cart was full.

Wen Yan shyly pushed the cart to the front desk to check out, and when boxes of sets with different flavors were scanned and inspected, Wen Yan's face almost exploded from the eyes of the people next to him.

Song Zhuangtong put away all the ingredients and condoms, carried an extremely heavy box, and walked out side by side with Wen Yan.

Wen Yan was carrying the bag, and Song Zhuangtong was holding the pot with one hand. He used his free hand to hold Wen Yan, but he was thrown away before he could touch it.

Wen Yan is embarrassed.

"Too many people."

Song Zhuangtong frowned imperceptibly: "What are you afraid of?"

As he said that, he quickened his steps, grabbed Wen Yan's hand, and then squeezed his fingers away with his five fingers involuntarily.

Wen Yan turned to look at him in astonishment, and repeated, "There are a lot of people."

"Afraid of what?" Song Zhuangtong also repeated.

This town is only that big, and you can meet people you know at any time, especially the parents of students. Wen Yan is still a little jealous, but Song Zhuangtong's complexion is not good at the moment, and Wen Yan doesn't want to refute his face again and again .

Teacher Wen's thin lips were tightly pursed, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his face was tangled.

"Forget it." Song Zhuangtong let go of his hand.

Now Wen Yan was a little flustered again, and hurriedly grabbed Song Zhuangtong's hand, and handed his fingers up for him to hold: "Puuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

There was no one in the underground parking lot, and the light was dim, so it was hard to tell even if they were holding hands.

Song Zhuangtong put all his things in the trunk, and after getting into the co-pilot seat, he still looked cold, staring at the wide and flat road in front of him.

Wen Yan glanced at him and held out his right hand to him.

"Do you still want to take it?"

Song Zhuangtong remained silent with a cold face.

Wen Yan took the initiative to grab his hand, and inserted his five fingers into it while rubbing.

"Then let's stay here for a while before going back."

"No need." Song Zhuangtong said awkwardly.

"It's useful, I want to hold it." Wen Yan held up his generous palm, pressed it to the side of his face, gently rubbed the tip of his nose against Song Zhuangtong's palm, and his warm breath scratched gently like a cicada's wings Moving Song Zhuangtong's palm.

With a heartbeat, he pressed the index finger and middle finger of his left hand to Wen Yan's lips, and then under Wen Yan's astonished gaze, he used his fingers to pry open his lips, and his fingers were wrapped around his warm, rosy lips. Looking at himself with innocent eyes, Song Zhuangtong looked slightly cold, but his breathing suddenly became heavier.

Wen Yan lightly sucked his fingertips twice, held Song Zhuangtong's wrist with both hands, and whispered, "Don't be angry anymore, put these two fingers inside me at night, and bully him as you like, okay?"

Song Zhuangtong's whole body tightened, and his rude fingers subconsciously pushed away Wen Yan's teeth, directly pressing against the tip of his soft tongue domineeringly.

Song Zhuangtong's voice was deep and deep, like a mellow fine wine, exuding a provocative fragrance.

His eyes were gloomy, as if he wanted to release his instinctive beast, and his finger movements were rude and savage. He looked at Wen Yan's slightly teary eyes, and said coldly, "I'm going to put it in right away."