Overwinter

There was a pattering rain in the afternoon, and the dark clouds covering the city pressed down on the high-rise buildings. The wet ground was stepped on and stepped on by the crowds eager to hide from the rain. After the rain, the city was a little more fresh and quiet, and the warm coffee The store is still made of wooden doors, and there is a window between the light brown doors, and the swaying wind chimes are left by the window. The windows are closed because of the rain. Sorry about the business.

Wen Yan ground a cup of latte for himself. He held the handle of the milk jug and stared at the white pattern drawn out of the cup seriously. A pair of men's rings on his ring finger was shining.

The door was pushed open suddenly, causing the wind chimes to be blown by the wet rain, making a tinkling sound.

A few girls came in, and their swaying skirts were shaken by brisk steps. After entering, laughter quickly made the whole coffee bookstore lively.

"Shop Manager Wen, did you make a cupcake with frosting today?" The leading girl pulled away the stool opposite Wen Yan, sat on it, and looked closely at the garland in Wen Yan's hand, "It's so beautiful, this cup can be sold to Shall I drink it?"

Wen Yan concentrated on completing the neat finishing touches, looked up at the girl opposite, and refused with a smile: "If you want coffee, order something on the menu."

"But yours seems to be more beautiful." As she spoke, she picked up her phone and brought up the camera, and zoomed in on the coffee in Wen Yan's hand, and the ring on her slender and tender finger suddenly appeared in the camera, making people unable to understand Ignoring it, she was a little taken aback, raised her head to look at Wen Yan with her hands stiff.

Wen Yan asked her, "What's wrong?"

She smiled awkwardly, raised her right hand and waved at Wen Yan: "Ring?"

Wen Yan curled his lips, took a sip of the coffee in his hand, and said slowly: "I didn't know where I threw it before, but I was lectured by the person at home, so I quickly found it and put it on."

As he spoke, he smiled and raised his hand to show off his ring.

She laughed dryly, her overtures were too obvious, and he was not a fool, after seeing it, he used the ring to block himself away, no matter whether it was true or not, she was very embarrassed.

She looked at the menu in a panic, and impatiently scanned it all around. She stood up directly from the high stool, and she was still a little staggered when she got up: "I still have class, come to drink next time when I have time."

Not far away, the friends who were picking out small cakes heard her movement and asked, "Didn't you find someone to take the class?"

"That's right, didn't you come here specially to drink coffee with your store manager Wen?"

The booing from her friends, who had long been used to it on weekdays, would be particularly harsh. She frowned and picked up the bag in her hand, and said, "Then I have other things to do, have you chosen? Go back to school early."

Ben didn't come here just to eat, since the protagonist asked to leave, they obediently agreed.

Before leaving, Wen Yan also received two movie tickets pushed from the opposite side.

Seeming to have packed up her mood, she curled her lips into a smile, and said with some relief: "I wanted to ask you out to watch a movie today, so you can take your girlfriend to see it."

Wen Yan shook his head, and said with a smile: "It's not a girlfriend, it's a boyfriend, and he's on a business trip, so he can't see it, so you can keep it and go with your friend."

This time the girl was even more astonished, but she obviously accepted it much faster than the first time.

"You—you don't really look like it."

Wen Yanle said: "It's not like what? Gay?"

She nodded, covered her lips in embarrassment and coughed twice, and said, "I went to the commune once before, and the guys there, uh, gay, looked very different from you."

Wen Yan said, "Speaking of which, my boyfriend is even less like it."

Mr. Song, who was accused of not being gay, was in a meeting at this time. His expression was tense due to the long hours of overloaded work. The muscles bound in the formal suit held up the precious fabrics, and the eyes of the whole room kept looking at him and him. Glance at the speaker.

Song Zhuangtong gently twisted the cuff button, and after glancing at a few glances, he lifted his chin slightly and glanced over lightly.

Zhang Yang's sense of oppression was clearly evident in the sight of this oriental man, and after he hastily avoided his eyes for a while, he couldn't help but look at the person on the main seat.

And he was picking up the phone, and after staring at it for a while, he slowly opened his frown, and there was a smile between his brows and eyes, and the more vivid cheeks made him look more handsome, and it was even more impossible to move away out of sight.

This is a photo that Song Zhuangtong received from Wen Yan. It is a photo of his hand wearing a ring, and next to it is a new ring that he ordered by phone yesterday.

Wen Yan said that he never lost the previous ring at all.

After returning home, Song Zhuangtong put the phone back on the conference table, propped his forehead with his hands, and the smile that he suppressed for a long time still leaked out when the speaker paused. Instantly, his expression turned serious, as if the laughter just now was not from him at all.

After finishing the meeting, Song Zhuangtong went straight back to his office and made a video call to Wen Yan.

It will be past ten o'clock in China, and Wen Yan has already taken a shower and is lying on the bed. The photo just now was taken casually on the bed.

After connecting to the video, Song Zhuangtong's depression brought back from the meeting had not yet subsided, and he saw Wen Yan lying on the bed, his cheeks were squeezed into fleshy cheeks, and his cheeks blushed unnaturally. Afterwards, the panic in his eyes was clearly visible.

"Aren't you still in the meeting?"

"It's just over." Song Zhuangtong squinted his eyes, and asked in a fierce tone, "Wen Yan, what are you doing?"

Across the screen, Song Zhuangtong couldn't do anything to himself, Wen Yan hesitated, slowly took out his black underwear from under the quilt, and then grinned at him: "Guess."

Song Zhuangtong gritted his teeth, a little upset: "Are you provoking me on purpose?"

"Who knew you were going to make a video call?" Wen Yan said confidently.

"Why don't you do it in the toilet? It will make the bed dirty." When he said this, Song Zhuangtong, who had experienced it countless times, recalled the relevant scene in due course. His throat was a little hoarse, and he stretched out his hand to loosen his tie, and said, "Be good at home and wait for me to come back."

Wen Yan's cheeks were flushed, his washed black hair fell obediently on his forehead, and there was some familiar lust in Song Zhuangtong's wet black eyes.

He whispered, "I'll just try the thing you bought last time."

The last time the two of them went out to the supermarket on the weekend, and when they were carrying them to the outdoor parking lot to go home, they passed by an adult products store. Directly through the door, Wen Yan read him aloud the functions of various appliances, and Wen Yan almost evaporated in shame.

In the end, under Wen Yan's strong resistance, Song Zhuangtong chose a small pink jumper. After taking it home, Wen Yan threw it in the bedside table and never took it out to use.

Today, Wen Yan was also on a whim, so he dug it out and experienced it.

The feeling of being stared at by others is really different from the feeling of playing alone. Wen Yan's entire neck slowly blushed, and although he pursed his lips, the gasping sound that could not be ignored was particularly obvious in the quiet room.

Song Zhuangtong's heart was filled with anxiety, and he hissed impatiently, feeling very dissatisfied with the status quo of being able to see but not eat.

Wen Yan didn't have time to talk to him, Song Zhuangtong felt a little unbalanced, he snorted coldly, and said, "Do you know that this thing has remote control, is there a software in my phone?"

Wen Yan immediately looked up at him, stunned and astonished.

In the next second, the video was plunged into darkness, followed by the sound of fabric rubbing and Wen Yan's moan suppressed in his throat.

Fuck, that sucks.

Song Zhuangtong looked up at the ceiling, took a deep breath to calm down the hot body.

The strange voice over there didn't subside in the slightest. Song Zhuangtong tore off his loose tie, lowered his head and propped his forehead in trouble for a while, and then choked out a swearing: "Wen Yan, I really fucking want to kill you."