Overwinter

Song Jing School has started for more than a month, and there is no need to watch the children every day. Song Zhuangtong often takes Wen Yan to go out on dates.Although Wen Yan can only look at many dangerous projects, but entering the retirement period early, life is leisurely and enjoyable.

Recently, Song Ruxuan's hospital has frequently spread the news of Song Ruxuan's improvement to the country. The things worth celebrating follow one after another. Song Zhuangtong is in high spirits. He looks good in the company, and even goes to the staff restaurant with Lao Wan to be with everyone Eating and chatting is completely different from the usual taciturn look in the company with a sullen face.

Wen Yan's coffee shop has not yet opened, but the decoration has been perfected. The deep black spiral staircase connects the coffee shop downstairs and the study room upstairs. The ingenious design of tables and chairs adds to the tranquility of the study room. It is a bit bright, and the study room with floor-to-ceiling glass windows can clearly see the busy world outside.The drop-shaped white seat is leaning against the window. This is the design exhibition work of a friend of Lao Wan who is into design. It happened that Song Zhuangtong took Wen Yan to play together. He took a fancy to this chair at a glance. , and gave him the chair, which made Song Zhuangtong irritated for a while.

He clearly knew that Wen Yan was very attractive, but Song Zhuangtong never learned to be cautious about such things.

The designer wanted to ask Wen Yan to add WeChat, but Lao Wan coughed awkwardly to remind him, but the other party didn't receive the message, and finally added Wen Yan's WeChat under Song Zhuangtong's murderous eyes.

In the process of thanking him warmly, he revealed that he is not single, and then the designer wanted to understand what was going on with the awkward and anxious atmosphere that day.

But it was just an inconspicuous episode. After the hazy goodwill was extinguished, he proposed to make friends with Wen Yan, and even helped Wen Yan design the arrangement of the bookcases on the second floor. I have matured a lot.For this reason, Song Zhuangtong was not less jealous, until the designer found a boyfriend - a taciturn chef of a high-end restaurant, Song Zhuangtong found out dully that the two of them collided, and his heart was stuffed back into his stomach.

Song Zhuangtong is going to visit Song Ruxuan's hospital recently, and the doctor said that she is already willing to talk to other people. If someone she knows talks to her, it may be of great benefit to her recovery.

"The clothes are packed for you. Remember to say hello to my sister when you see her."

Song Zhuangtong wrapped his arms around his waist, grabbed him in his arms and kissed him, then asked, "Would you like to come with me? I want you to meet my sister quickly."

"I can't wait for a while, you go and see how she is doing first, when she can return to the country, we have plenty of time to meet." Wen Yan struggled out of Song Zhuangtong's arms, and urged, "Hurry up, we must Missing the plane."

After sending Song Zhuangtong to the airport, the man dragged him for another good meal, until the broadcast urged the passengers to get on the plane, Song Zhuangtong let go of Wen Yan, and helped him tidy up his clothes by the way.

"Wait and drive carefully."

Although Wen Yan used to have a shadow on driving, this is also a good thing. As long as Wen Yan is driving, he will slow down and not fight or rush. He drives very steadily like a novice who has just started on the road.

Wen Yan approached Song Zhuangtong, pressed a kiss on his chin, and said: "Go early and come back early, and have a good chat with my sister."

The stubble on Song Zhuangtong's chin pricked his mouth, and Wen Yan pecked at his Adam's apple again, the action was very gentle.

Song Zhuangtong held his face in his hands, bit Wen Yan's lower lip a little rudely, and said, "See if you plan to let me go."

Wen Yan chuckled twice, with an indelible tenderness in his eyes, he said: "There is a bouquet of dried flowers in the box for my sister, remember to pass it on to me."

Song Zhuangtong nodded, his eyes couldn't be moved away as if they were glued to Wen Yan's body, his eyes, which were so strong that they were about to overflow like a greedy dog, were gently covered by Wen Yan's palm.

"See if you're going to let me let you go."

Song Zhuangtong let him cover his eyes and asked, "Are you sure you won't let me go?"

Wen Yan smiled helplessly: "Let's go quickly, we won't be able to make it any later."

After seeing off Song Zhuangtong, Wen Yan went to the supermarket to buy some fresh ingredients. Yesterday Song Jing said that he wanted to eat hot pot, so Wen Yan invited a few friends to come to our house to eat hot pot tonight. It was lively and lively.

Zhang Yu hasn't visited Wen Yan's house for a long time. Although the house has been transferred to Wen Yan's name, he still feels that this is Song Zhuangtong's house. Don't intend to set foot in this house again.

Fortunately, that annoying ghost was not at home, only Wen Yan and the annoying ghost's son were there.

"Didn't I ask you to bring wine? No one can drink this wine." Wen Yan took the whiskey brought by Changyu, and after looking at the brand, Wen Yan frowned even for the basic wine, which was ridiculously expensive Wrinkled, "Friends are gathering casually at home, what are you doing with such expensive wine?"

Zhang Yu changed his shoes at the door and entered the house, he said: "Your boyfriend brought this to my house during the Chinese New Year. I drank the other bottle with my friends. He is not a very good person, but the wine is not bad."

Wen Yan pursed his lips and chuckled, and rushed Zhang Yu to the kitchen to wash the vegetables.

Not long after, Yu Yi also came with a bag of fruit, which Wen Yan had instructed earlier.

"You are still reliable."

After praising people, he was also sent by Wen Yan to the kitchen to wash the fruit, and the only young master Song who didn't use his hands was playing with Lego in the room.When it was time to play for dinner, he saw two uncles in the living room. He contemplated for a while, and then whispered, "Hello, Uncle."

Zhang Yu responded with a smile, lowered his voice and asked Wen Yan: "Song Zhuangtong will also teach his son to call people."

Wen Yan patted him on the shoulder: "Will you talk? Go get a bowl for dinner."

Yu Yi is also quite familiar with Zhang Yu. After being recommended by Wen Yan, his newly opened design exhibition was held in the exhibition hall under the name of Zhang Group. Zhang Yu waved his hand and even confiscated him for the rent.

The hot pot that boiled quickly was filled with various ingredients, and several people gathered around the table to feast on it. Because there were minors on the table and the gentle words of not touching alcohol, the bottle of wine brought by Changyu was thrown aside. , One box of coconut coconut juice per person, chatting while eating.

"But Old Yu, isn't it too elegant for you to design the painting with the head and butt reversed at the entrance of the exhibition?"

Yu Yi: "..."

"The theme of your exhibition is Inversion, right? When will it end? I haven't found the time to see it yet."

"It's open until next Wednesday, and you can just take whatever painting you like. Isn't there a space on the first floor where you don't put anything?"

Wen Yan was not polite to him, and said, "Okay."

As he said that, Zhang Yu had already found out the "indecent" paintings that were photographed at the door that day, and handed them to Wen Yan.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yan's eyes lit up, and he said, "Can you give this to me?"

Zhang Yu was shocked, and what made him even more puzzled was that Yu Yi still looked entangled and reluctant, and it took him a long time to reluctantly say: "Okay, I will personally deliver it to your store when the exhibition is over."

Zhang Yu: "?"

Friends are used to order them when they are acquainted. After eating, the two of them were left to clean up together before leaving. The doors were closed, and Zhang Yu came back and knocked on the door.

"Bring me the wine back," he said.

Wen Yan was happy, and turned back to the restaurant to get the wine, while laughing at him: "You are too embarrassed to come back to get it."

Zhang Yuli snorted confidently: "What's so embarrassing? Why does he have this bottle of wine? Fuck, Song Zhuangtong has something."

Wen Yan didn't raise his head, and said, "If you like it, take it away."

Zhang Yu hesitated, "Isn't that good?"

"I have the final say at home." Wen Yan said.

Then he smiled and put the wine in his hand on the wine cabinet, then carefully picked up the bottle of wine that he hadn't found after searching for more than half a year, and said, "Okay, then I won't be polite to you."

After sending out the wine, Wen Yan still mentioned it in the video at night. Seeing Song Zhuangtong frowned slightly, he asked uncertainly, "How expensive is that wine?"

Song Zhuangtong said: "Expensive is not expensive, but you can't buy it."

Wen Yan was stunned, and said, "I thought money could solve the problem. No wonder Zhang Yu's eyes lit up when he saw that bottle of wine. Then I'll bring it back to you next time I go to Zhang Yu's house."

"It's okay, it's just a bottle of wine." Song Zhuangtong leaned on the bed lazily videoing with Wen Yan with his half-wet hair on his back. The bathrobe was tied around the chest twice casually, but now it all slipped off.

Wen Yan's eyes drifted towards his naked chest, and he smiled and said: "Today I asked Yu Yi to ask for a painting, which just happened to hang on the first floor."

"What painting?"

As he said that, Wen Yan retreated to the WeChat chat page, and then forwarded the photo of the painting in Yu Yi's circle of friends to Song Zhuangtong. About half a minute later, Song Zhuangtong on the other end frowned, very puzzled: "It's dark but not autumnal." Is the thing a butt or a head?"

Wen Yan: "..."