Overwinter

When he was only in his thirties and wanted to leave work and return to his family completely, Lao Wan expressed his extreme disdain for Song Zhuangtong.Song Zhuangtong said that he didn't understand the feeling of his wife and children on the hot kang, and he couldn't empathize with him. Lao Wan didn't argue with him. In the third quarter, the company's busiest time, Song Zhuangtong was fully responsible for a large order.

Song Zhuangtong got busy, and Wen Yan also focused on the construction of the coffee bookstore.He has recently listened to Changyu's advice and has already started to learn how to make desserts. Wen Yan is someone who needs to learn and will put a lot of effort into making them well.The three members of the family recently went to school, went to work, and were busy with their own affairs, living a fulfilling and comfortable life.

It's just that the nature of Song Zhuangtong's work is different. When the critical period of the project came, he took his team to London several times, and this time he has been there for nearly a week.

During the video, Wen Yan found that Song Zhuangtong started smoking again.

In the dim hotel room, only one floor lamp was turned on, and the shadow that shrouded the man made him look handsome as he leaned on the armrest of the sofa with one hand and smoked slowly.A cloud of white smoke spread in the dimly lit room, and through the screen, Wen Yan seemed to be able to smell the smell of nicotine.

If it wasn't for the obvious tiredness between his brows, Wen Yan would have to complain a few more times, but after all, his heart ached, he put down the complaints in his mouth, and asked him softly, "Is it troublesome?"

"It's a little troublesome. They are not satisfied with the price, and they keep getting stuck in our delivery car. Now the logistics company has almost blocked us, which delays the driver's working hours and has to continue to use money to make up for it."

Wen Yan wanted to ask if the other party didn't have to bear the burden?But how could Song Zhuangtong not have thought of such a simple question, no matter how much he raised it, it would only increase his troubles.

Song Zhuangtong sighed deeply, and pinched his fingers again and again between his eyebrows. He didn't want to mention work matters to Wen Yan, so he changed the subject.

"Is Song Jing good at home?"

"It's very good. He has made new friends at school."

Song Zhuangtong hooked his lips in a rare way, and his expression softened a little. He looked at Wen Yan on the screen leaning on the bed with a big pillow in his arms, and said softly: "Then are you good at home?"

It's not a child anymore, and still saying such things, Wen Yan looked at Song Zhuangtong with some embarrassment, and didn't answer him.

"I want to go back sooner, but I don't want to leave the mess to Lao Wan."

Men have a desire to conquer in their bones, especially Song Zhuangtong, who is so strong in everything. Even if he is not interested in the business world, the taste of strategizing is very addictive.

He was like a patient undergoing desensitization therapy, trying to get the lazy emotions out of him.

"I made a cute four-inch cake today. Song Jing likes it so much. I'll make it for you when you come back."

Song Zhuangtong bent his lips and greedily looked at the person on the screen: "I don't like to eat those things that little girls like."

Mentioning the little girl, Wen Yan was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Recently, there is a little girl who always comes to the store to buy cakes and drink coffee."

Song Zhuangtong frowned sharply: "Like you?"

She didn't express it explicitly, but this girl has an outgoing personality, and all her emotions are written on her face. She comes here frequently, and she even brings several of her girlfriends with her.When Wen Yan made the coffee and asked the waiter to deliver it, a few little girls would get together, laugh and discuss, and then cast curious and bold gazes at him.

Hearing Song Zhuangtong's question, Wen Yan bent his lips and said, "She's still in college, so she's very young."

Song Zhuangtong persisted and asked, "So she likes you?"

"No, it's just that I have a good impression of me." Before Wen Yan and Song Zhuangtong made a video call, he also received a WeChat message from a little girl, "Why are you nervous? I'm a round older than her, maybe there are other thoughts ?”

Song Zhuangtong thought this was not necessarily the case.His mood is obviously much worse than before, and Wen Yan regrets mentioning this matter to him. He thought it was just to share his life, and by the way, kill Song Zhuangtong's suspicion earlier, but the other party made things up with a few words After reading it over and over again, Wen Yan hurriedly found a topic to divert his attention: "Song Jing scored 39 points in the math test yesterday, so he didn't dare to enter the house."

Song Zhuangtong sneered: "He still has times when he feels embarrassed because of his grades."

"He was terrified. Yesterday, while correcting the wrong questions, he didn't dare to cry, and a large piece of the paper was wet."

Song Zhuangtong was very interested in this matter, and he asked, "Why don't you record it for me to see?"

Wen Yan said with a smile: "Then he has to cry even harder."

There was a time difference between China and London, it was time for Wen Yan to go to bed here, and Song Zhuangtong was about to go to a meeting, and the two of them had some casual conversations.When Song Zhuangtong's secretary knocked on the door, it was time to hang up the video.

Song Zhuangtong changed his clothes in front of Wen Yan. He was wearing a black suit with a bow tie hanging around his neck rather rudely. His exposed chest was tightly wrapped in his shirt as the buttons went up one by one. He was strong and tall. There is an indescribable sex appeal in a suit.Wen Yan actually felt that Song Zhuangtong was very suitable to be decisive in the mall - the majesty of a person who was born to be a boss was revealed in his gestures.

The secretary's urging sound came from outside again, Song Zhuangtong obviously lost his patience, and looked very difficult to provoke with a dark face.

"I'll hang up first." After changing his clothes, he picked up his cell phone, said something to Wen Yan, and then choked the phone.The screen was stuck on the scene of his cold face, so Wen Yan had no choice but to turn off the phone and pull out the bedside charger to charge it.

The people from the logistics company came to make trouble with Song Zhuangtong again. To put it bluntly, they wanted to extort more money.In fact, the two things are not troublesome, but together, it is very annoying.When a contract termination letter was thrown in front of him, Song Zhuangtong couldn't bear it any longer. He took out the paper, signed it quickly, and threw it back.

"No one will lose a penny of liquidated damages." Song Zhuangtong said in a cold voice, "If you keep yelling, I have plenty of ways to make you shut up."

His gloomy expression made people jump in fear. The staff in charge of negotiating was taken aback and stammered, "This, I'm going to ask our boss about this."

After driving him away, Song Zhuangtong clenched his brows irritably. He suddenly remembered the little girl who had repeatedly shown her love to Wen Yan. She was able to show her love bravely. He must have thought that Wen Yan was single...

that ring? !

Song Zhuangtong suddenly remembered that when he inserted Wen Yan's fingers during sex to interlock his ten fingers, he encountered an empty ring finger.

They haven't lived together for a long time, and the traces left before they parted disappeared early. The territory was missed by others, but there was no way to leave a mark, Song Zhuangtong was so annoyed that he gritted his teeth.

He wants to enclose the territory, now, immediately, immediately.

The more impetuous it is, the more difficult it is to bring out reason. Song Zhuangtong has always been stingy and stingy towards his lovers, possessive and jealous are terribly strong.The lion, who was irritated on the battlefield, had no patience left, so he called Wen Yan directly.

Wen Yan didn't answer, Song Zhuangtong called again.

There was still no one answering the second call. Song Zhuangtong suddenly remembered that it was night in China, and Wen Yan must have fallen asleep. He let out two unbearable growls from his throat, tensed his body, and rubbed his hands impatiently. Twice the back of the neck.

When Wen Yan came up, he saw two missed calls. He sent back a WeChat message and asked Song Zhuangtong what was urgent.

He didn't receive a reply, maybe he was busy, so he sent another one: I'm going to the store now, please send me a WeChat message if you have anything to do.

Zhang Yu's place of work is not far from Wen Yan's coffee shop, he often comes to have a cup of morning coffee, eat a small cake to pad his belly before going to work.

"Coffee is something that you will never fall in love with at the first sip, but it really smells delicious after drinking it for a long time."

"I grind it by hand. If you say it's not fragrant, I will twist your head off."

Hearing Wen Yan's words, Zhang Yu frowned, with a disgusted expression on his face: "You are more and more like your partner."

These words amused Wen Yan: "Are the husband and wife getting along?"

"The one who is close to the ink is black." Zhang Yu complained.

Speaking of Song Zhuangtong, Wen Yan also wanted to talk to Zhang Yu: "I seem to have done something stupid yesterday."

"tell me the story."

"I told him about that girl recently."

that girl?

Zhang Yu reacted for a while, and after following up, he said in doubt: "Isn't this a good job? You took the initiative to tell him to avoid his misunderstanding."

"He minds this very much." Wen Yan said.

Zhang Yu obviously didn't believe it: "Isn't it? You've already taken the initiative to tell him, doesn't it mean that you don't have this intention? What else do you mind?" "HTht○htTH"

Wen Yan shook his head. The two were talking when the store door was suddenly pushed open by a courier boy in green clothes. He glanced at the two people in the store and asked, "Excuse me, who is Mr. Wen?"

Wen Yan raised his hand and said, "It's me."

"Here is your package, please sign for it."

Wen Yan signed for the package suspiciously, and said in a low voice, "How can there be an express delivery early in the morning?"

"We are a courier cooperating with the store, and we will deliver when the customer needs it."

This made Wen Yan even more confused, until he opened the express box and saw the black velvet box lying in the middle.

Wen Yan opened the box and found a ring, a brand new ring.

He took out the ring and put it on his ring finger, the size was just right, and he gave Changyu a look of "I'll just say it".

Zhang Yu: "?"