Overwinter

After returning to school after many years, Wen Yan was deeply moved to attend the parents' meeting as Song Jing's parent.

After all, it was a school in Beijing City, with a rich and colorful campus culture. Photos of various activities were displayed on the front of the school. Wen Yan walked through the dazzling display area and followed the instructions to find the classroom of Song Jing's class.

Song Jing's homeroom teacher has never changed. She is a very cute female teacher. She looks only 25 or [-] years old, and she has two pears when she smiles. Seeing Wen Yan, she was obviously a little surprised.

"Excuse me?"

Wen Yan had already thought of an answer before coming, he bent his lips and said, "I'm Song Jing's uncle."

"Hello, hello." She smiled and reached out to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan shook hands with her, nodded and asked, "Excuse me, what is your name?"

"Let your surname be Wang."

"Hello, Mr. Wang."

The quiet and elegant handsome man made people feel good after seeing him. The teacher in charge laughed and enthusiastically helped Wen Yan find Song Jing's seat.After sitting down, he glanced around the classroom lightly. The man's facial features were upright and handsome, and his eyes revealed gentleness and calmness from time to time.The environment of the classroom made Wen Yan feel very relaxed. He untied the scarf and put it on the table. When he saw the class teacher staring at him on the podium, he was slightly stunned, and then smiled and nodded to her.

She was very impressed with Song Jing's father. He was tall and tall, wearing a handsome but inappropriate black suit. The brows and the natural oppressive feeling make people dare not look at them too much. Crowded in Song Jing's small seat, the teacher is worried that he will run out of patience at any time. Table-like, a little scary.

Unexpectedly, he listened to all the speeches of the head teacher, and even sat in his seat waiting for the students in the two groups in front to collect the report books, but he didn't run out of patience.

But only Song Zhuangtong himself knew that he endured and endured the irritability, so this time the school held a parent meeting, he didn't want to come no matter what, or Wen Yan offered to go to the school to learn about Song Jing's situation, he I didn't bring out that lame reason for asking for leave.

It was almost time for the parents to arrive. Teacher Wang started the parent-teacher meeting, and all the processes went smoothly. The parents sitting in the audience were either rich or expensive. She was still a little nervous, but she couldn't help but glance at Uncle Song Jing.

He listens very carefully and looks really good-looking.

After the parent-teacher meeting, many parents gathered around the class teacher to ask about their children. Wen Yan wanted to ask, but Song Zhuangtong happened to be driving to the school gate. He glanced at the crowded podium and chose to leave first.

Seeing Wen Yan come out of school, Song Zhuangtong suddenly felt as if he had returned to the days when Song Jing was still studying in his class. He drove here every day to bring adults and children home, and lived an ordinary and fulfilling life.

Keeping his eyes on Wen Yan, Song Zhuangtong asked, "How is it? Did the teacher complain to you?"

Song Jing, who was sitting in the back seat, heard this, quickly squeezed into the middle of the car seat, and looked at Wen Yan.

"I didn't file a complaint, but I said that you were not very active in class, you just stayed in your own place every day, and didn't play with other students." Wen Yan said.

He looked at Song Jing, but the other party looked away shyly, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Why did you go there just now?" Wen Yan asked Song Zhuangtong.

"You reminded me, Song Jing, show Papa Wen the coat you just bought."

Wen Yan took the bag that Song Jing handed over with some surprise, and said, "You bought me some clothes, too?"

"Song Jing picked it, see if you like it."

The milky white leather fabric was excellent, soft and comfortable to the touch. Wen Yan took out the clothes completely, and after spreading them out on his thighs, he was stunned by a huge cartoon lion pattern on the back of the coat.What's more exaggerated is that the lion's fur is fiery red. In order to make it realistic, it also uses a very rough hair design, which is very realistic, but a huge bright red lion head printed on a white leather jacket is indeed a bit It's over exaggerated.

"How is it? Does it look good?" Song Zhuangtong asked.

Wen Yan curled his lips, put the coat back into the bag, turned his head to look at Song Jing, and said, "It looks good."

Hearing Wen Yan say it looks good, Song Zhuangtong added: "I also gave some suggestions."

Wen Yan glanced at him, thinking that if you don't give advice, you can't buy such an ugly dress. He smiled and asked Song Jing, "What subject does your teacher Wang teach?"

Song Jing: "English."

Wen Yan nodded: "It looks similar."

Song Zhuangtong grabbed the steering wheel with one hand, propped his face with the other hand, and said, "You can see this?"

"Teachers who teach science have a very different temperament from teachers who teach liberal arts." Wen Yan said, "The naked eye can tell the difference, except for a few."

"I thought you taught physical education at first glance." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yanle said, "You're flattering me too much. I just want to teach physical education, and our school is not willing to arrange for me to go."

"I also wondered how such a weakling could teach physical education, but apart from physical education, what else can you teach as a man?"

Wen Yan rolled his eyes in response to this, and he said: "Put away your stereotypes, many elementary school teachers are now men, as long as it is a normal job that uses their own labor in exchange for remuneration, men and women have different interests." What's the difference?"

Song Zhuangtong accepted the lecture honestly: "Yes, yes, I am narrow-minded."

Recently, Wen Yan is still busy with the decoration of the new store. After Song Zhuangtong's suggestion, Wen Yan finally decided to open a coffee bookstore. It is located in the noisy city center, which seems a bit out of place, but Wen Yan doesn't expect the store to make any money. It's just a pass In order to pass the time, he is also willing to be busy with the things he likes. He spends every night studying the innovative methods of latte art.

"How did I find out that you know everything?"

When Song Zhuangtong came out of the shower, Wen Yan was still sitting on the lazy sofa reading a book, the gentle warm yellow light shone on him, and the air around him flowed slowly with the quiet atmosphere.Song Zhuangtong unceremoniously broke the silence with the steam all over his body. He got up from behind the sofa, pressed against Wen Yan's neck, and licked and bit the white and tender flesh with his teeth.

The wet tongue was licked erotically, Wen Yan turned his head away, and had to put down the book in his hand to push Song Zhuangtong's face.

"I just read the book and learned, and I learned it slowly when I was interested."

The person had already moved from behind the sofa to in front of the sofa, Wen Yan was pressed by him and sank into the soft sofa, his chin was pinched, and his tongue was sucked to kiss him.

"Then next time I'll buy some books for you to read, and you should learn more about how to relax on the bed."

Song Zhuangtong could beat him to death without Wen Yan letting go, even if Wen Yan wanted to be more proactive, he didn't dare to carry it out casually.

"It's only eight o'clock... how much, Song Jing, Song Jing is still up."

The rough tongue that came in couldn't help but speak, blocking the gentle words and not allowing him to continue speaking. His two legs that were originally coiled up had been separated long ago, and his back was held down by the other party with his palm and pushed into his arms. Pick it up and throw it on the bed.

Song Zhuangtong's hair was half wet, and he was kneeling on the bed, with a pair of dark eyes tightly grasping Wen Yan.

"It's past eight o'clock, it's time to go to bed."

Wen Yan twisted his body and wanted to run out of bed, but Song Zhuangtong grabbed Weiliang's ankle and pulled him down.

When things like men are on the bed, any tenderness and consideration are lies to lie to the dog. It was nearly twelve o'clock when Song Zhuangtong hugged him to clean up contentedly. When he returned to the bed, Wen Yan was so tired that he couldn't even lift half a finger. Yes, the remaining sleepiness disappeared instantly when Song Zhuangtong slipped back into the bed, he hurriedly said: "I want to read, go and bring me my book."

Song Zhuangtong gently kissed his shoulder and said, "It's already twelve o'clock, it's time to go to bed."

"I can not sleep."

Song Zhuangtong's eyes lit up: "Can't sleep?"

"I want to read!" Wen Yan said anxiously.

Song Zhuangtong stared at him for a while, his wolf-like gaze made Wen Yan's back tense subconsciously, and he was not relieved until Song Zhuangtong lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Putting the book back on the bed, Wen Yan picked up the black-rimmed glasses by the bed, sat up and continued reading.

Song Zhuangtong swiped his phone boredly for a while, and suddenly saw the WeChat message sent by Teacher Wang at nine o'clock, asking if it was convenient for Fang to push her the contact information of the uncle who came to Song Jing for a meeting today, and sent it again at ten o'clock A sentence "if there is an object, forget it".

The instinct of protecting food made Song Zhuangtong frowned. He glanced at Wen Yan, who was seriously reading the book, rushed over to snatch the book from Wen Yan's hand, pressed his whole body on it, and asked in a low voice: "The head teacher wants you to WeChat ,what's up?"

Wen Yan was so frightened that his glasses were crooked, and the astonished and innocent look in his eyes made people's stomachs tense.

"what?"

Wen Yan seemed to be ignorant, but Song Zhuangtong didn't intend to give up this opportunity to make use of it. He bent his legs, pushed Wen Yan's legs away with his knees, and watched Wen Yan's face slowly holding back in a happy mood. red.

Wen Yan shouted anxiously: "What? What the hell—"

The jealous man became very jealous, and didn't give Wen Yan another chance to explain, and he didn't let him go until it was dark.