Overwinter

After returning to Beijing, Wen Yan will do regular inspections.Taking care of patients is more troublesome than being sick. Fortunately, Song Zhuangtong's physical fitness is relatively good, and his recovery speed is relatively fast. When he was almost recovered, Wen Yan asked him to go to the hospital for a full-body examination.

The days passed very slowly, and before you knew it, it was autumn again. There were not many people in the hospital on non-working days, and there was no need to queue for too long for various examinations. Wen Yan took Song Zhuangtong up and down the hospital with ease. examine.

People who don't get sick often suddenly get seriously ill, and they still need a thorough examination to see if there is any problem in the body.As a result, after the examination, the doctor said that Song Zhuangtong's overall physical data was very good, much better than the average physical fitness of contemporary men in their 30s.

And Wen Yan, who specially pulled people here for inspection, was found to have several red marks. He is extremely thin among people with a height of about 1.7 meters, with a very low body fat percentage and poor ability to resist germs and viruses. I am not sick, but my body has not been well maintained.

Song Zhuangtong also has a little problem. The smoking incident was found out, and his lungs were damaged to a certain extent. When he was young, he chewed betel nuts with a few colleagues who worked together. Some bad living habits are still left on his body. trace.

Without further ado, Wen Yan got into the car and rummaged around, finding several packs of half-smoked cigarettes.

"Didn't you say you quit early?" Wen Yan asked.

Song Zhuangtong took the cigarette out of his hand and explained: "When you go out to socialize, you can't avoid smoking a couple of cigarettes with your clients."

Wen Yan obviously didn't believe it, and Song Zhuangtong laughed straight at the displeased expression, and he said, "All right, all right, this time I've really quit."

Wen Yan really didn't believe it after being told several times of lies. This time Wen Yan was hard to be fooled, and the matter of quitting smoking was officially on the agenda.Lao Wan also knew that Song Zhuangtong was quitting smoking, so he deliberately handed him one in the car to satisfy his hunger, but Song Zhuangtong turned back with a sideways look: "You don't have a wife, so you want me to have no wife, right?"

"Why don't I have a wife anymore? My mother gave me a blind date two days ago, and you will be my best man when I hold a wedding." Lao Wan said.Song Zhuangtong also witnessed the ups and downs of Lao Wan's love history. All his girlfriends could talk about it for three days and three nights alone. In the end, he chose to listen to his parents' request and find a girl who was suitable for marriage to get along with.

"You think well, maybe people don't like you." Song Zhuangtong supported his head with one hand, and slid his finger on the screen without lifting his head. "Besides, you have to be single to be a best man. Now that you have a wife, it's not appropriate to be that anymore."

Lao Wan muttered "wife with a hammer" in a low voice, but didn't dare to say it out loud.

The new driver's ears perked up, and he looked at Song Zhuangtong in surprise: "Brother Song is married?"

Lao Wan interjected with a smile: "He already has a son."

The driver was even more surprised: "It's not obvious."

"That's right, he doesn't look like a competent father." Lao Wan said.

Song Zhuangtong gave him a sidelong glance, and cursed: "Get out of here."

While talking about this, Song Jing sent a message in the parent group, saying that Friday is the parent-child activity day, and all parents are invited to the school to participate in the activity.

In Wen Yan's school before, there were not so many random activities. Song Zhuangtong frowned and read the long paragraph sent by the head teacher. Participating in childish competitions and activities on the playground, his expression became unsightly, and he was going to ask Wen Yan if he had time to participate with Song Jing on Friday.

His eyes lightly fell on the sentence "The head teachers of each class organized a series of colorful activities", his brows were slightly frowned, and he decided to follow along.

Song Zhuangtong thought the event was boring, but Wen Yan was very interested. After listening to Song Jing's stuttering introduction, he asked him, "What do you want to get the most among those prizes?"

Song Jing blurted out: "Skateboard."

Song Zhuangtong happened to pass by, and after hearing Song Jing's words, he said, "Tomorrow, Dad will take you to buy one, choose whatever you want."

Song Jing shook his head.

"What? Don't want?"

"Of course the experience activities are different." Wen Yan delved into the activity introduction posted by the head teacher in the group for a while, "The threshold for getting a skateboard is quite high, and you need to get several gold seals."

The new vocabulary made Song Zhuangtong a little interested. He sat on the sofa next to them and looked at his phone together: "What is it?"

"This is a stamp collection activity. Each classroom has different games. If you break the record, you can get a gold stamp." Wen Yan poked a black skateboard on the screen, "Here, what your son wants is this .”

If it wasn't for Song Jing's gaze filled with anticipation, Song Zhuangtong would have added "buy it if you want it." He leaned on the sofa and coughed lightly twice, and looked at some three-legged, two-person, balloon-shooting games on the screen. , said: "They are all children's games, it shouldn't be difficult to win, right?"

"The three of us will go together then." Wen Yan said.

Song Zhuangtong yawned lazily and said, "If you have something to do, I'll just go with him."

"I'm fine, anyway, someone in the store is helping to watch."

"Shop Manager Wen, you are a bit unmotivated, and you don't ask me to go play in the store." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan's efforts to make coffee have gone down a lot lately, mainly because Song Zhuangtong doesn't like coffee, and Changyu doesn't like drinking it either. Yu Yi, the only one who can appreciate and comment on Wen Yan's painstakingly ground coffee, also went to other places for a tour.Song Jing is not a coffee drinker either, and it would be a waste of money to drink coffee with the two of them who only love to drink.

Recently, a soft sofa was replaced at home. The expensive leather sofa that Song Zhuangtong chose when he was decorating has been moved to the office.The soft fabric sofa is very comfortable to lean against, and the whole person can sink into it when sitting on it. Wen Yan just nestled in the sofa, stepped on Song Zhuangtong with Bai Nen's feet, and said disgustedly: "Don't come to my store, you bastard. , affecting the image."

Song Zhuangtong was not annoyed, he grabbed his feet and began to scratch them. Wen Yan was the most ticklish person, he twisted his feet and hid to the side, almost bumping into Song Jing who was seriously watching cartoons, and he glared at Song Zhuangtong angrily , kicked him by the way.

Song Zhuangtong grabbed his ankle, pulled him towards him, then leaned over to sit on it, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Wen, you are quite fierce."

When we met for the first time, Wenwen didn't look weak at all, it was all the petty temper and coquettishness after getting acquainted.

When Wen Yan was kissed with his chin pinched, Wen Yan was so frightened that he sat up immediately after taking a light peck. Fortunately, Song Jing was all focused on the cartoon at the moment, and didn't watch the behavior of crossing the line just now.

Wen Yan angrily pushed away the person who was sticking to him again, got up and said, "Song Jing, do you want to eat strawberries? I'll go wash."

Song Jing nodded.

The fleeing figure was in a hurry, Song Zhuangtong sat up straight and leaned back on the sofa, his eyes fell on the boy who repeatedly ruined his good deeds, and he said dissatisfiedly: "I only know to watch TV every day, have you finished your homework?"

Dad, who never checked his homework, suddenly asked about this, and Song Jing looked at him nervously.

Song Zhuangtong said fiercely: "The TV is off, go back to your room and do your homework."

Song Jing subconsciously turned his eyes to Wen Yan for help, but he was concentrating on washing the strawberries and didn't pay attention to the movement in the living room, but Song Zhuangtong's urging voice rang in his ears repeatedly: "Hurry up, it's slow."

Song Jing turned his head and whispered, "I want Papa Wen to teach me."

"Whatever you teach, just fill in whatever you want and hand it in. Hurry up, the TV is off." As he spoke, Song Zhuangtong lightly kicked Song Jing's butt, yawned, and said lazily.

Lao Wan also said that he is not like a competent father, he even pays close attention to his children's studies, so he is not a competent father?

Wen Yan came out after washing the strawberries, but he didn't see Song Jing. He asked, "Where is Song Jing?"

"I went to do my homework in the room."

Wen Yan was skeptical: "Writing homework?"

"That's right, isn't it because you don't go to school tomorrow, don't do your homework and wait for the teacher to scold you?"

"Which teacher have you ever seen scolded him for not doing his homework?" Wen Yan stuffed a strawberry into Song Zhuangtong's mouth, "Call him out to watch cartoons."

Song Zhuangtong shook his head with his tusk: "A loving mother is such a loser."

Wen Yanle scolded: "Get out of here."