Overwinter

Chapter 68

"How did you come?"

Song Zhuangtong closed the door calmly and took off his coat.The action of him throwing the coat on the sofa was so proficient that Wen Yan didn't even feel that there was anything wrong.Song Zhuangtong sniffed the smell in the house, turned his head and asked, "Did you make hot pot at home today?"

Wen Yan hummed, and couldn't watch Song Zhuangtong's extremely expensive windbreaker slumped on the sofa. After picking up the windbreaker, Wen Yan patted the water stains on the clothes, hung the clothes on the hanger, looked up, and instantly He fell into Song Zhuangtong's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He didn't speak, Wen Yan knew what this man meant.

"I would have bought an earlier flight if I knew it earlier, and I could still catch up with hot pot."

"Zhang Yu is here too, he doesn't welcome you." Wen Yan said lightly.

Song Zhuangtong took two steps towards Wen Yan, and pressed it gently and affectionately. He raised his head to avoid the movement of rubbing Wen Yan's cheek with his lips, but Song Zhuangtong was not annoyed, and put his thick and powerful palm on Wen Yan's waist, pulling people In the bosom area, leaned close to Wen Yan and whispered in Wen Yan's ear: "Teacher Wen welcomes me as long as it is."

The scorching breath made Wen Yan's sensitive ears turn red instantly, and even his neck turned red. Bisheng Song Zhuangtong was still rubbing his waist vigorously, the familiar smell wafted in the air, and slightly dry lips fell on Wen Yan's ears By the side, his back was tense, and he couldn't dodge Song Zhuangtong's movements.

Even in the past two years, he still had no room for resistance in front of Song Zhuangtong.

Struggling to be hugged in his arms, Song Zhuangtong whispered next to his ear, "Let me hug you, I haven't seen you for two days."

"I haven't seen you for two days and I can't think about food and drink. You don't know how I survived two years."

It came again, the feeling of the heart pounding came again, Wen Yan took two deep breaths, this feeling of not being able to push away and being afraid of approaching tormented Wen Yan repeatedly, he was like someone who was hung up and thrown down again. A puppet of mermaid flesh, leaving only a heart to feel sore, the body is completely out of control.

The movement of struggling again made Song Zhuangtong hug him even harder, and at the same time became anxious.

"Yanyan, if you do a good job, take pity on me. Don't say anything about breaking up with me. I don't want to hear it. I want to bully you when I hear it, but I dare not touch you."

His thin body was tightly held in his arms, and the shoulders under his hands were shaking slightly. After taking off his coat, Song Zhuangtong was left with a woolen sweater, which couldn't bear the warmth of crying at all, and a large piece of it was soaked in a short time.

Song Zhuangtong didn't interrupt him, and continued to land gentle kisses on top of Wen Yan's head, as if he was pampering the person in his arms to mess around, listening to his suppressed sobs quietly.

Tonight was a long-lost emotional breakdown point. Wen Yan couldn't stop crying. Seeing that he hadn't slowed down, Song Zhuangtong suddenly panicked. The serious Wen Yan was interrupted, causing Wen Yan to look at him in astonishment, with two tears still hanging on his cheeks, looking pitiful.

Song Zhuangtong turned his head sideways, found a suitable angle and bit Wen Yan's lips directly.

Wen Yan's eyes widened in shock when he was caught off guard by a firm kiss. Song Zhuangtong's kiss was as domineering as ever, and the tongue that came in was squeezed in and stuffed in Wen Yan's mouth. The unfamiliar intimate contact made Wen Yan stunned, anxious. He hurriedly pushed Song Zhuangtong with his tongue, but now he responded timidly, the root of his tongue was numb from being sucked by Song Zhuangtong.

When the two separated, Wen Yan's two thin lips couldn't close together, the bright red lips trembled slightly in the dim light, and the sticky body fluid was sucked away.Wen Yan's eyes were redder than before, his eyelashes were wet with tears, and the back of his neck, which was imprisoned when they kissed just now, was also red in large patches. He must be hot all over.

This thought made Song Zhuangtong subconsciously roll his Adam's apple, and Wen Yan felt very familiar with his suddenly dangerous eyes. He frowned slightly, and said defensively, "Who told you to kiss me casually?"

Song Zhuangtong also knows that now is not the time to push forward, and it is more important to get a real reconciliation permission than getting someone into bed.

"I don't want to see you suffer, so I'll find something for you to divert your attention." Song Zhuangtong squatted down slightly, and after looking at Wen Yan at the same level, he reached out and wiped away the tears that were still at the end of Wen Yan's eyes, "So you still Do you feel wronged?"

Wen Yan took two small steps back, knowing that daring to nod at this time, in the eyes of Song Zhuangtong, is no different from asking for a kiss.

"you--"

"I sleep on the sofa." Song Zhuangtong interrupted him crisply, and after sitting down lazily, Song Zhuangtong was a little puzzled, "Why do I only live in a room with only one bed every time? Isn't it troublesome to have friends come to play? ?”

After recovering from the passionate kiss just now, Wen Yan rubbed his temples with a headache, and said, "Because I don't have any friends who can stay overnight."

"But you have a boyfriend who will stay overnight." Song Zhuangtong answered leisurely.

Wen Yan did not refute, but he turned his head and said calmly: "If you like to sleep on the sofa, I don't bother to care about you."

Song Zhuangtong couldn't figure out the meaning of Wen Yan's words, so he got up and said tentatively: "Actually, I prefer to sleep in bed."

"Could it be possible to let your son sleep on the sofa?" After ridiculing, Wen Yan remembered that Song Zhuangtong could really do such a thing.

Asking for a kiss tonight is already a windfall, not to mention sleeping on the sofa, even Song Zhuangtong can sleep on the floor, he happily followed Wen Yan who entered the room to say good night, then took off his pants and lay down on the sofa.

The light in the living room was turned off for about half an hour, and the door of the room was gently opened again, making some movement.

It was Wen Yan who came out wrapped in a coat. He glanced at the people on the sofa, then walked lightly to the air conditioner, and turned back the air conditioner that had been set to other modes to disperse the smell.

He glanced at Song Zhuangtong's two exposed legs again, and raised the temperature by two degrees.

When passing by the sofa again, Wen Yan kicked Song Zhuangtong's leg depressingly, thinking that this shameless guy would just sleep naked, and scare Song Jing to death tomorrow morning.

It's just that Song Zhuangtong woke up earlier than the two of them. When Wen Yan and Song Jing left the room, Song Zhuangtong was already busy with breakfast in the kitchen.

He bought several breakfasts at the gate of the community, and he was putting them all on the plate.

The movement behind him made him turn his head immediately, and after meeting Wen Yan's clear eyes, he asked, "Why do you wake up so early?"

"Didn't you get up earlier?" Wen Yan asked back.

"Rolled off the sofa." As he spoke, Song Zhuangtong pointed to his red and swollen bridge of nose, "Looking face down, it knocked me awake."

Wen Yan looked at the wound a few more times, then silently looked away.

"Go wash up first, and come over to have breakfast after washing up."

The most "good wife and loving mother" Song Zhuangtong can do is to carefully arrange the bought breakfast and put it on the table, and take apart the milk by the way.

"Are you going to the store today too?" Song Zhuangtong peeled an egg for Song Jing, raised his head and asked Wen Yan.

Wen Yan sipped the porridge and said, "I don't want to go today, I haven't made an order, so I can take a day off."

"It's open all day?"

"I made an appointment with Song Jing to make clay sculptures today." He said, and he glanced at Song Jing. The action of breakfast is quick and cute.

In the past, Song Zhuangtong took him out for entertainment, either to eat or to visit Lego stores. After buying it, he would go home and stay there. It was meaningless. He stayed at Wen Yan's house for a few days, and Wen Yan took him every day to arrange flowers, grind coffee beans, and do handicrafts. , all of them are very interesting, Song Jing likes them.

"Then I'll go too." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan glanced at him and said, "We ordered a set meal for two, and we need to make an appointment."

"Then I'll take you there."

When we arrived at the handicraft store, adding someone was just a matter of spending some money, as if he didn't hear Wen Yan's rejection in the morning, Song Zhuangtong sat domineeringly on a small stool in the handicraft store, next to Wen Yan , listening carefully to the owner explaining the whole process of making pottery cups.

Wen Yan laughed helplessly at his awkwardness and overbearing.After paying some attention to the tutorial, the person next to him became restless again, and leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Wen, do you think we look like a family of three?"

Wen Yan squinted at him in dissatisfaction, and Song Zhuangtong immediately showed a bright smile. His normally tense face was softer and more lively, and his brows and eyes were full of joy. His handsome facial features stretched out with the smile. The dark eyes were too bright.

Wen Yan was stunned by his smile, and forgot to look away for a long time.

There was a smile in Song Zhuangtong's eyes, he deliberately lowered his voice, and looked directly at Wen Yan.

"Does it look good?"