Overwinter

During the Chinese New Year this year, Song Zhuangtong refused to let Wen Yan go home alone.

Zhang Yu did not know how he formed an alliance with Song Zhuangtong, and he was also towards him.Wen Yan's camp was quickly defeated, and in the end he still agreed to spend the New Year in Beijing.

Wen Yan was not around, and Song Zhuangtong had no idea about the New Year. Now this important day that was hastily skipped before suddenly became important again, and Song Jing was the most excited person.

According to the usual practice, Wen Yan took them to the supermarket to buy some meat and dumpling wrappers before the new year. After adjusting the fillings that night, they made dumplings at home.

Wen Yan bought several copies of dumpling wrappers, saying that they were some buns to send to Changyu.Although he didn't say it clearly, Song Zhuangtong also knew that he wanted to coax Zhang Yu. After all, Zhang Yu also warmly invited Wen Yan to his home for the New Year. After being rejected, he was naturally a little sullen.

It is too time-consuming and labor-intensive for Wen Yan to make dumplings by himself. Song Zhuangtong originally wanted to say that he can make dumplings for Zhang Yu and buy his own, but he thought that Zhang Yu could eat Wen Yan's dumplings, but he couldn't eat them himself. Come on, that's too bad.He simply followed Wen Yan's bag and put all the ugly ones on Changyu's plates, and delivered them to the door himself after they were frozen.

Seeing that the person outside the door was Song Zhuangtong, Zhang Yu changed his face instantly and asked, "Where is Wen Yanren?"

"I'm playing Lego with Song Jing at home." Then, Song Zhuangtong handed him the bag in his hand, "Wen Yan asked me to hand it over, happy new year."

The man blocked the door. The finely cut black windbreaker made his shoulders broad and tall. A few strands of black hair fell on his forehead after a few flicks, and his sharp gaze carried the attitude of a condescending superior.Zhang Yu snorted coldly, thinking that this person is also a cowardly person to give presents.

After taking the bag, Zhang Yu was shocked by the heavy weight: "How much is this bag?"

Song Zhuangtong didn't answer his words. After slowly taking out a cigarette from the cigarette case, he turned and entered the elevator.

Zhang Yu opened the bag and saw that besides the ugly bag of dumplings, there were also two bottles of expensive foreign wine and a few cigarettes.

"Hey you—"

Before he finished speaking, the elevator doors were already closed.

The cigarette was exhausted before getting off the elevator, and Song Zhuangtong walked slowly in the cold wind, letting the blowing wind blow away the smell of cigarettes on his body.But Wen Yan's nose is so sharp that he can smell even the slightest bit of smoke.

"Zhang Yu smoked it for me, I can't refuse it." Song Zhuangtong made an excuse casually.

Wen Yan was quite happy with the harmony between the two of them, and asked Song Zhuangtong to take off the windbreaker that still smelled of cigarettes before allowing him to enter the house for dinner.

The feeling of eating hot food as soon as he returns home makes Song Zhuangtong happy physically and mentally. He has never been addicted to making money. Wen Yan said that the child's hot bed is the stable life that he really yearns for.

While eating, Song Zhuangtong suddenly remembered Lao Wan's invitation.

"Lao Wan told us to go to the hot spring together tomorrow, it's a bit far away, and we need to stay there for one night."

"Do many people go together?" Wen Yan asked.

"He should have called a lot of friends for the game he organized, so the entire resort was taken over." Song Zhuangtong said lightly, "We play our game, don't care about them."

Although they are all friends who don't have a deep relationship with Song Zhuangtong and only nod their heads when they meet each other, Song Zhuangtong wishes everyone knew that he and Wen Yan are a couple, and brought Wen Yan there openly, and was considerate in front of everyone. Caring, people with a discerning eye can know the relationship between the two at once, but whether the relationship is deep or not is a topic after dinner.

"Can you keep a low profile?" The man's hands were almost stuck to his waist, and he couldn't pull them off, Wen Yan frowned and complained in a low voice.

"I've been alone for so long, and Lao Wan has been spreading rumors outside that I have sexual problems. Now that I have a wife, why don't I show it off?" Song Zhuangtong leaned into his ear and whispered, "Let everyone know that I have a family , so that they can live in peace and order, and won't put people on my bed."

These words blocked Wen Yan's mouth again, and proved his innocence. Wen Yan felt comfortable listening to him, so he let him go.

Lao Wan thoughtfully arranged a suite for them. The bed in the master bedroom was huge, and there was a swimming pool outside the beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows, but because the temperature was too low, no one could be seen.

Wen Yan looked around at the furnishings in the room, Song Zhuangtong came over from behind at some point, and put his arms around Wen Yan to unbutton his clothes.

Wen Yan's ears turned red instantly, he grabbed Song Zhuangtong's hand, and looked up at him: "It's still broad daylight."

Song Zhuangtong chuckled twice, and said: "Change clothes first and go soak in the hot spring for a while, and let them cook the barbecue first, and then we will eat ready-made ones."

Wen Yan nimbly got out of his arms, and looked at Song Zhuangtong with defensive eyes, that is to say, Song Zhuangtong didn't use his strength, so he let people slip out of his arms.

"Where did you think just now?" Song Zhuangtong looked at Wen Yan with a half-smile.

Wen Yan turned his head away in embarrassment, his neck and cheeks blushed a lot, and his pale fingers pressed on the buttons of his clothes, undoing them one by one.

Seeing this scene made Song Zhuangtong's throat feel astringent, and he suddenly didn't want to go to the hot spring anymore.

Song Jing was dispatched to Lao Wan's place to have a barbecue.After Song Zhuangtong changed his clothes, he took Wen Yan into the bathroom and said he wanted to help him change himself.

A few words of coquettishness and complaints floating out from time to time prolong the time for changing clothes several times. When Wen Yan finally went out, his legs were a little weak, and he followed Song Zhuangtong slowly.

A well-dressed man walked towards him, with a somewhat hypocritical smile on his face, he looked at Song Zhuangtong, then at Wen Yan, who was blocked by Song Zhuangtong, and said with a smile: "Brother Song, I didn't think of you before." It’s also in this circle.”

Song Zhuangtong frowned.

"Next time we have a chance to go play together. I know a few interesting places, and the people there are all..." The words made people think about it, but their eyes frequently drifted to Wen Yan.The light in the corridor was very dim, which made Wen Yan's red cheeks and wet eyes even more attractive.Song Zhuangtong fully understood what he meant. Seeing that the man's eyes were restless, he was so angry that he pushed his elbow to his throat.

"Who told you to look around?"

Everyone knows that Song Zhuangtong is a master who doesn't like to socialize. Lao Wan talks about everything on weekdays. There is basically no one who knows Song Zhuangtong well. His mystery and indifference also make him a bit more dignified.Seeing Song Zhuangtong lose his temper, that person was also taken aback. He hurriedly squeezed Song Zhuangtong's wrist, and said with a smile: "I'm just kidding, don't be angry, Brother Song."

When Song Zhuangtong let go of him, he threw him against the wall, took Wen Yan's hand behind him, glanced at him coldly, and then pulled Wen Yan away.

"Who is this person?" Wen Yan was disgusted by the inexplicable words and eyes, "What's so interesting?"

"Never mind him, gibberish thing."

It's not that Wen Yan has never heard of the messy games in Beijing. The rich, young, rich second-generation and rich third-generation play very fancy, both boys and girls play.

The man stood up slowly, straightened his somewhat embarrassed suit, his eyes still fell on Wen Yan unwillingly, his slender calves were wrapped under the bathrobe, his pink feet were stepped on soft slippers, his body was wrapped tightly Tight, only the white tender part of the back of the neck can be seen, which is half covered by the cute black hair.Looking slender and thin, the ankle that can be easily grasped with one hand is looming in the dim light.

That's right, with such a person by his side, how could he be in the mood to go out and play in a short time?

The bold gaze froze instantly after the aggression and warning gaze of Song Zhuangtong next to him stared at him. Those who were not in the dark were like dormant beasts baring their sharp teeth, manic and vicious after being peeped at everything. Show nothing.

"Can you go faster? I'm a little cold."

Wen Yan next to him asked suddenly.Song Zhuangtong turned around, put away the aggressive expression just now, lowered his head and embraced Wen Yan's shoulders, and pressed him into his arms possessively.

"You are walking too slowly."

Wen Yan was annoyed by his words, pinched Song Zhuangtong's palm twice to vent his anger, and said angrily, "Then who is to blame?"

Song Zhuangtong was in a much happier mood. After chuckling twice, he said, "Blame me, blame me."