Overwinter

Wen Yan's temper is too good, and he indulges Song Zhuangtong in everything, making his waist soft and jealous.

Wen Yan wrapped Song Zhuangtong's fingers with two pieces of paper, blushed and wiped off the unknown turbid liquid on it, his ears were so red that they were about to bleed.

Seeing his fingertips trembling, Song Zhuangtong couldn't help laughing: "How cool is it?"

Wen Yan stared at him with red eyes, and said, "I told you to stop doing it!"

Song Zhuangtong hugged his waist, hugged him and kissed his eyelashes.

"Go, go home."

Wen Yan sat back in the driver's seat awkwardly, his whole body was still numb, and the thrill of being made to scream just now remained in his body, like fireworks after the light dissipated, repeatedly surfaced in his mind.

How can you calmly look at the wet place after being bullied like this on the first day of buying a new car?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, Wen Yan stepped on the accelerator harder, and the sleek and high-end black Mercedes was shuttling through the traffic. Song Zhuangtong glanced at him and said, "Mr. Wen, you never dared to drive until the rush hour , A qualitative leap has been achieved."

Wen Yan ignored him, and after parking the car safely in the garage, he was the first to slam the door and get out of the car.

"Why are you having a tantrum?" Song Zhuangtong opened the trunk one step faster than him, grabbed Wen Yan's collar with his hand, and held his collar in his hand like a chick.

Wen Yan turned to stare at him, the watery red eyes were not lethal at all, Song Zhuangtong couldn't hold back, pressed the back of Wen Yan's head, pushed his tongue into Wen Yan's mouth, and kissed him all over seriously.

"Hurry up and move things." Wen Yan panted and pushed him away, commanding.

Song Jing is watching cartoons at home.He didn't have this hobby before, but Song Zhuangtong saw that he had nothing else to do other than playing with building blocks every day, so he played cartoons at home every day.At first Song Jing was not interested at all, but later he was attracted by a certain episode of "Pig Man", and fell in love with watching cartoons out of control.

Wen Yan was not very satisfied, and asked Song Jing to turn off the TV as soon as he got home.

"It's okay, just wait and see." Song Zhuangtong said, "Let's go and get the food ready first."

Wen Yan gave him a sidelong look: "Watching TV for a long time will damage the eyesight too much."

"Myopia is myopia. It's rare that there's something he's interested in. Don't stop him."

Wen Yan glanced at the person on the sofa, and said, "Why does he watch this episode every day? I can recite these few sentences."

Song Zhuangtong smiled and said, "I also want to ask, but he was not happy with the change of cartoons yesterday."

While talking, the two took out the ingredients and processed them.

It doesn't take too much effort to prepare the hot pot, just wash all the vegetarian dishes and put all the meat dishes on the table on a plate. Wen Yan brews the hot pot base, and when the hot pot boils, you can prepare for dinner.

Song Jing was called several times before turning off the TV reluctantly.

The arrival of another winter is the beginning of a steaming hot pot meal.

This winter is not difficult. Even if he bought a new car, Song Zhuangtong still enjoys taking Wen Yan and Song Jing to and from school. Every time, there are chestnuts or sweet potatoes bought at the school gate stalls, or warm milk tea in the car. .The thick warm jacket can be taken off after getting in the car, revealing the soft sweater and white neck.

The dinner is usually prepared by the aunt, and you can have a steaming meal when you get home. After the meal, we sit on the sofa together, watch a movie, chat, and send Song Jing back to the room to wash up. There are only the two of them in the living room up.

In winter nights, it always snowed heavily silently. Wen Yan came out of the shower, and the moment his warm body was wrapped in cold air, he shivered.

Song Zhuangtong had already warmed the bed, and Wen Yan was hugged into his arms when he got into the bed.

"Why is it so cold after taking a bath?" Song Zhuangtong asked in a muffled voice, kissing Wenyan's furry head.

"It took too long to get dressed just now." Wen Yan's voice was muffled under the quilt, sounding very obedient.

Song Zhuangtong hugged him tightly, and a steady stream of heat passed along with the close body. Wen Yan liked such an intimate feeling, wrapping around Song Zhuangtong's waist, fell asleep in the comfortable temperature.

Waking up early in the morning, I lazily opened the curtains, and Wen Yan was so startled by the heavy snow outside that he woke up instantly.

"Song Zhuangtong! It's snowing!"

Song Zhuangtong hadn't woken up yet, and was mostly drowsy from his howling. He lifted the quilt and got up, walking behind Wen Yan.

He was naked from the upper body, and the strong male body that just woke up was full of hormones. He gently warned: "The temperature is low these days, wear more clothes to go to work."

When being dragged to wrap a scarf at the door of the house, Song Zhuangtong was very helpless.

"I don't like wearing scarves."

Wen Yan tied him skillfully, stared at Song Zhuangtong's face for a while, and commented: "It's very handsome."

Song Zhuangtong looked at the mirror on the door for a while in disbelief, and asked, "Is it true?"

He casually grabbed Song Jing who slipped past him: "Is your father handsome?"

Song Jing still had a mouthful of steamed stuffed buns in his mouth, staring innocently at Song Zhuangtong who was definitely not handsome.

The thick dark scarf on Wen Yan's neck complemented his skin tone, but Song Zhuangtong was tall and burly, which only seemed cumbersome.

Wen Yan stroked the hair on the back of his head and said, "It's enough to keep you warm."

Song Zhuangtong carried Song Jing to the car, turned his head and said, "I'm not afraid of the cold."

After sending the two to school, Song Zhuangtong was about to turn around and go back to the car dealership. He pulled the scarf off his neck with one hand and was about to leave the school gate when his cell phone rang suddenly. It was Wen Yan's call. He probably left something behind. .

After following Wen Yan's instructions to find the thermos he had placed next to the seat, Song Zhuangtong glanced at himself in the rearview mirror, and the scarf around his neck had just been taken off.

He clicked his tongue softly, and saw Wen Yan coming from the school gate from a distance. Most of the snow at the school gate had been swept away, only the roof was still covered with a thick layer of winter traces, and Wen Yan exhaled some white air between his lips and teeth.Song Zhuangtong quickly picked up the scarf that had just been thrown on the passenger seat, and wrapped it around his neck twice indiscriminately.

Wen Yan walked to the side of the car, Song Zhuangtong lowered the window and handed him the thermos.

Teacher Wen is in a good mood. Recently, he has been very effective in taking care of his body. He has grown a lot more flesh than when Song Zhuangtong first saw him, and his cheeks look pink and tender, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

"See you tonight."

Song Zhuangtong hooked his hand at him: "Come here and say something."

Wen Yan glanced at the empty school gate hesitantly, and asked, "Here?"

Song Zhuangtong took off the scarf, shook it off, and then lifted it up to cover Wen Yan's head, pulled Wen Yan's scarf and pulled the person in front of him, and sucked Wen Yan's cool lips twice.

Wen Yan's hair was messed up, he was breathing a little fast, his lips were bright red, and the water in his eyes was still shining, he just looked at Song Zhuangtong like this.

"Damn, can you not go to work?"

"Then what am I going to do?"

Song Zhuangtong let out a series of hooligan laughter and said, "Go home with me and have sex."

Wen Yan's cheeks flushed instantly, and he looked at Song Zhuangtong in disbelief: "Are you crazy?"

Song Zhuangtong is very good at teasing people, and he is also good at coaxing them.

"Mr. Wen, I'm talking nonsense."

When Wen Yan's expression softened, he added another sentence: "Although this is indeed what I want to do."

When Wen Yan blushed and glared at people, it was no longer glaring. In Song Zhuangtong's eyes, it was just seducing him blatantly.

"I won't tell you anymore, I'm leaving."

Song Zhuangtong raised his chin, watching Wen Yan's back slowly walking towards the empty school gate.

It's past the class time, and the school gate is empty at this moment, Wen Yan's slender figure is in the middle of the road.Suddenly, the heavy snow that was rustling was blown by the wind and fell down at a slow speed. Wen Yan, who was walking on the road, seemed to be aware of the arrival of the heavy snow. He turned his head to look at Song Zhuangtong with some surprise, the light in his eyes was so far away can be seen at a distance.

Song Zhuangtong stretched out his hand towards him, and shook it twice in the air.

Wen Yan grinned, revealing a mouthful of beautiful white teeth, rosy lips hooked, eyes curved, some white snow flakes fell on the top of his head and scarf, after waving goodbye, Wen Yan lightly wiped the snow from his hair knocked out.

Song Zhuangtong was sitting in the car, his vision was blurred by the dense white air.

Teacher Wen was so happy that he raised his head and smiled at him again.

How can she be so beautiful?

Song Zhuangtong was so addicted to cigarettes that his throat was itching badly, and his thumb kept rubbing gently on his index finger.

Damn, how can you be so beautiful?