Overwinter

As the recipient of the flowers, Wen Yan was not very happy. After all, he spent most of the day pruning the flowers one by one, and it turned out that Song Zhuangtong gave them to him.

Annoyed to dilute the surprise at Song Zhuangtong's sudden appearance, Wen Yan stood up abruptly, frowned and asked him, "How do you know I'm in a flower shop? Where did you add it to my work WeChat?"

Song Zhuangtong was stunned for a moment, and explained: "Several platforms have information about your store, and it is easy to add it."

Wen Yan's defensive look hurt Song Zhuangtong a little. He reached out to grab Wen Yan's wrist, but he dodged it as expected.

"Then how did you know I was here?"

Song Zhuangtong had a bit of bitterness in his throat, and he said, "Wen Yan, it was two years, not two months, you just hid in the ends of the earth, isn't two years enough for me to find you?"

The familiar scent of cologne is faintly visible in the fragrance of flowers, and as Song Zhuangtong enters the store, the oppressive feeling that comes over his face makes Wen Yan feel that he has returned to every day when he was staring at him, even though so many days and nights have passed, When I close my eyes and think about it, I always feel that those things happened yesterday.

Inexplicably, Wen Yan felt cold all over, he clenched his fist hidden in his sleeve, Song Zhuangtong's undisguised passionate love made him a little flustered.After a while, Wen Yan whispered, "You don't need to look for me."

"If I don't come to you, who will explain to you?"

The tall man stood in the flower shop, all dressed in black, he looked out of place among the colorful flowers. Two years hadn't worn away his fierceness and strength. In the unknown days of separation, he had added a little more calmness and calmness. calm.

"My father forced me to get married, otherwise Song Jing wouldn't be operated on. I can't afford it, so I can only agree first." Song Zhuangtong said quietly.

Wen Yan lowered his eyes to avoid his sight, and after carefully matching his explanation with his own guess, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Yan's soft black hair covered his eyes, and Song Zhuangtong's gaze became hotter and presumptuous, as if he wanted to stare at Wen Yan.

"I'm not married." Song Zhuangtong said again, "My father forced me to give birth to his grandson, so I just had a sterilisation. Song Jing is now the sole heir of the next generation of the Song family."

Wen Yan finally raised his head, the disbelief and astonishment in his eyes made him more vivid in Song Zhuangtong's eyes, Song Zhuangtong curled his lips and said, "But don't worry, it won't affect that aspect."

Wen Yan's face was a little more embarrassed, and he said, "It has nothing to do with me."

Wen Yan's still a little cold attitude made Song Zhuangtong feel a little flustered. After all, the investigators didn't monitor Wen Yan's life, and they didn't know his recent relationship status.

Thinking that being thick-skinned in front of Wen Yan is not something that happens once or twice, Song Zhuangtong simply followed through and said, "Then are you still angry? Next time this happens, I will definitely discuss it with you in advance."

Wen Yan frowned slightly, and he said, "I said it, it has nothing to do with me."

"Why is it irrelevant? We never broke up."

The expression of resistance made Song Zhuangtong feel a little irritated in his heart. Wen Yan could easily see his displeasure, but the words came out as soon as they came to his lips.

"It seems to me that we have broken up."

Song Zhuangtong took two steps forward, his tall body brought a natural sense of oppression, his cold eyes firmly grasped Wen Yan because of his bad mood, and he said, "I never agreed."

Wen Yan clenched his back molars, and after avoiding Song Zhuangtong's sudden approaching breath, he said, "We need two people to confirm that we are together, but we don't need to be separated."

Further back was the soft lazy sofa, Wen Yan fell down and sat on it directly after being tripped, and after cleaning up his slightly embarrassed expression, Wen Yan returned to his calm look.

Song Zhuangtong in front of him no longer had any peace to speak of. With his hands resting on the armrests of the sofa, his whole body was pressed down, leaving Wen Yan with nowhere to escape.

With such a fierce aura, what he said was more wronged than anyone else.

"You already know it's a misunderstanding, why do you still treat me like this?"

Wen Yan was very unaccustomed to Song Zhuangtong's showing weakness, not used to it two years ago, and not used to it now.

"Don't do this, let me get up first." Wen Yan struggled to pull Song Zhuangtong's wrist, his firm muscles looked very powerful, and his motionless body made Wen Yan gasp for breath, reluctantly giving up, Wen Yan took a deep breath With a sigh of relief, he explained softly, "I'm used to living alone. Falling in love hurts my body and mind. I don't want to bother anymore."

"Do you not want to fall in love anymore, or do you not want to fall in love with me?" Song Zhuangtong immediately grasped the point and asked.

Wen Yan hesitated for a while: "It's all..."

"Wen Yan!" The gnashing of teeth sounded threatening, and Wen Yan immediately fell silent.

Realizing that he had succumbed to his coercion again, Wen Yan was a little annoyed. He smashed the can and said, "I don't even want to! I just want to live alone and quietly."

When the emotion was intense, it was accompanied by a violent cough, Wen Yan's whole face turned red, and some water welled up in his eyes, and he glared at Song Zhuangtong angrily.

Song Zhuangtong was really angry, he took a deep breath, and slowly straightened up, but his eyes kept sticking to Wen Yan.

After staring at each other for about 2 minutes, Song Zhuangtong turned around and pushed open the wooden door, stopped at the door, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

The dense white smoke added a layer of blur to the exquisite glass inlaid on the wooden door. The man turned his back to him, and through the small transparent glass, Wen Yan could see his decadent back, as well as the falling snowflakes .

The flurry of snow was blown to one side by the wind, the messy smoke was kneaded into various shapes, and the black figure stood stiffly.Song Zhuangtong didn't open the wooden door until he smoked three cigarettes.

The cold air came in together with the smell of smoke floating in the air, Wen Yan frowned almost immediately.

Song Zhuangtong's next words made him frown even more.

"Wen Yan, I will never break up with you."

These words made Wen Yan annoyed and irritable. After staring at Song Zhuangtong's figure disappearing from sight, Wen Yan took two steps forward, wiping off the water mist on the glass with pale fingers.Before getting into the car, Song Zhuangtong stretched out his finger to Wen Yan as if he had expected Wen Yan to look over, and then pointed heavily at his chest.

Wen Yan, mine.

He didn't speak, but Wen Yan was shocked.

His body, which had been so cold since seeing Song Zhuangtong, began to warm up slowly. The temperature was so high that it seemed to melt Wen Yan. He clutched the collar of his chest tightly, and struggled to unbutton the top two buttons to breathe.

Since seeing each other that day, Song Zhuangtong seemed to have disappeared and never appeared in front of Wen Yan again. Wen Yan, who had returned to a normal life again, felt a little dazed. If it wasn't for the well-cared-for roses, Wen Yan would almost I felt that the encounter that day was just an afternoon dream, which would be broken at the touch of a touch.

For some reason, Wen Yan fell ill again, his nose kept running and his voice was very hoarse.

Liang Yi always called him Wen Daiyu, saying that he was someone who could get sick at the slightest sign of trouble.

It just so happened that Liang Yi was on vacation, and Wen Yan was sick, so he could help watch in the store.

It's just that a very strange guest came here today, he had never seen it before, his face was full of unkindness and indifference, and his face was even more stinky after seeing him.

"Where's Wen Yanren?"

Liang Yi said, "The boss is resting at home."

Song Zhuangtong frowned and asked, "Is he sick?"

Liang Yi was a little surprised at this guest's meddling, after all, he didn't look like he would care too much about an unknown flower shop owner.

Liang Yi looked at him defensively, nodded and said, "Yes, do you want to buy flowers?"

Song Zhuangtong walked into the store, and after seeing Liang Yi's test paper on the table, he asked, "A high school student?"

Liang Yi froze for a moment.

"Are you working part-time here?"

"Yes, may I ask you to buy it or not—"

"Buy, what's your boss' favorite flower? Wrap me a bouquet."

"..."

Song Zhuangtong felt that he was not a person who would be jealous of stinky teenage children, and the irritability in his heart was just because Wen Yan had someone else by his side.After doing a good job of self-psychological construction, Song Zhuangtong said: "I gave him roses last time, and he didn't seem to like it very much. Let's choose something lighter to complement him."

Liang Yi subconsciously glanced at the transparent vase in the corner. No wonder the boss took care of these roses every day. It turned out that they were given to him by someone else.

But why did he send flowers to the boss?

Liang Yi frowned puzzled, looking at Song Zhuangtong even more defensively.

"who the hell are you?"

Song Zhuangtong looked at him, and said slowly: "Your lady boss."