Overwinter

Chapter 65 Who else is there?

Song Zhuangtong didn't even think that he could find an excuse to stay overnight so quickly, although he took advantage of Teacher Wen's compassion - Wen Yan knew that the snow outside was so heavy, no matter how ruthless he was, he would not be driven out.

In addition to cold medicine, Wen Yan also had to stuff a large pile of pills. He silently held a glass of water and swallowed the medicine frequently.

Song Zhuangtong frowned, but there was nothing he could do.

"Didn't you go to check your body regularly?"

Wen Yan glanced at him, originally he was too lazy to talk to him, but Song Zhuangtong's expression of caring too much made Wen Yan a little depressed.

Why does he always show such a pitiful look?

"Checked, the doctor prescribed the medicine." The bitterness in his throat was still faintly visible after drinking two glasses of water, Wen Yan resisted the desire to vomit, and dug out a quilt from the cabinet in the room.

It was Wen Yan's biggest concession to take an extra thin quilt and let Song Zhuangtong sleep on the sofa with the air conditioner on.His house is small, he lives alone, and the usual quilts are only two in winter and summer, but Wen Yan's summer quilts are also a bit thick, so sleeping under the cover with the air conditioner on should prevent him from freezing.

Song Zhuangtong didn't have room to dislike him either, and after simply washing up, he wrapped himself in a quilt and lay down on the sofa.

He is very tall, and he looks a little pitiful squeezed in the sofa.

"Why don't you let me sleep on the bed?" Song Zhuangtong asked.

Wen Yan refused lightly, "I have a cold, so I can't sleep on the sofa."

Song Zhuangtong propped his head on his hands, his biceps looked bulging, and he chuckled lightly, "That's easy, we just sleep on the bed together."

Wen Yan was wearing simple pajamas and a thin coat, holding a cup of hot water in his hand, looking extremely thin.Song Zhuangtong really wanted to put him in his arms and have a good sleep together, but the annoyance in Wen Yan's eyes made Song Zhuangtong dispel this idea, and he could only say: "Don't worry, I have a rough life, and I can sleep here too .”

From the moment he left this unreasonable man at home, Wen Yan should have expected this to happen.

Wen Yan slept in a daze until early morning, when he raised his head, his nose suddenly bumped into something stiff, Wen Yan frowned and opened his eyes, and what he saw was Song Zhuangtong's strong chest, his hand was still on his waist, The posture that he liked very much before hugged him completely in his arms, with his palm firmly pressed against his waist, leaving no room for Wen Yan to struggle.

Wen Yan squeezed the firm flesh around his waist with his hands, and said in a low voice, "Song Zhuangtong!"

The sleepy-eyed man glanced at the person in his arms, then held him down and rubbed him with satisfaction.

The sudden rise in temperature made Wen Yan's breathing a little short. He was wrapped in Song Zhuangtong's arms, and the familiar smell enveloped him. The memory seemed to be forced back to the winter two years ago, with a somewhat brutal embrace. The movements made people feel at ease. No matter how cold the winter outside the window, there was always a warm bed that he could not refuse.

Wen Yan's eyes were a little sore, he took a deep breath, pinched Song Zhuangtong's waist, and cursed: "Aren't you fucking rough? What are you doing on the bed?"

Song Zhuangtong couldn't hold back the rare teacher Wen who was rude, and chuckled twice, which really annoyed Wen Yan.

"Wake up and go quickly."

Song Zhuangtong grabbed him with his strength, and Wen Yan was rudely turned over, and his whole body lay on Song Zhuangtong's body in a prone position.

Song Zhuangtong also patted Wen Yan's back to comfort him, and said softly: "Don't make trouble, sleep a little longer."

Wen Yan supported his shoulders and struggled to get up, frowned and said: "Song Zhuangtong, don't make me lose my temper."

If there was no deterrence at all, Song Zhuangtong gently opened his eyelids, looked at Wen Yan with thin angry eyes for a while, and then said slowly: "Got it."

After he finished speaking, he sat up, and Wen Yan followed suit and climbed to the side. After his body landed firmly on the familiar bed, Wen Yan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Yan was a little worried that Song Zhuangtong was unreasonable, he was not as strong as him, and he couldn't resist when he was sick.Being entangled has never been Wen Yan's personality, he is eager to drive Song Zhuangtong out of his life as soon as possible.

After he was kicked out of the room, Wen Yan's drowsiness struck again, and he heard the humming sound of the air conditioner in the drowsy state. The quiet and comfortable temperature made him let go of his tired thoughts and fell into a deep sleep again.

Waking up in Song Zhuangtong's arms again this time, Wen Yan was really gnashing his teeth in anger.

"Song Zhuangtong!"

It is no longer possible to let him step into the house half a step.

"It's full of energy, it seems to be much better." He didn't know when he took off his shirt, and now he is wearing a white vest, with a large area of ​​wheat-colored skin exposed. When he bowed his waist and put on the clothes, the muscles on his arms The blood was bulging, and the entire back looked like a fully drawn bow, as if the arrow would pierce the enemy's heart in the next second.

Wen Yan was indeed much more energetic. He kicked Song Zhuangtong off the bed and asked, "Why did you climb up again?"

"Your hands are frozen like that. I didn't help you warm your body. Don't think about your cold for ten or eight years." He said, dragging a stool under the air conditioner, looking up at the running machine, "There is something wrong with your air conditioner. The heating effect is very poor, and it keeps tripping."

Wen Yan glanced at the time on the phone, put on a coat and stood up, urging: "The road must be clear now, you hurry up."

Song Zhuangtong yawned slowly, walked barefoot to the living room, and asked, "What's for breakfast?"

"There's no toothbrush you can use." Wen Yan said.

Song Zhuangtong sat horizontally on the sofa, his posture was unceremonious: "Then I will use yours."

Song Zhuangtong was really not very good at dealing with this state, Wen Yan ground his inner molars, stared at Song Zhuangtong for a long time, then turned around and took out a bottle of mouthwash from the bathroom, and threw it on the coffee table.

After washing up, Song Zhuangtong really planned to stay and eat breakfast, but Wen Yan saw that he was only a few seconds away from being completely fried, and Song Zhuangtong still kindly left.

It is a very bad thing to annoy a weak-tempered person, but Song Zhuangtong has been very good at being bad since he was a child.

After staying with Wen Yan for a day, Song Zhuangtong returned to the company in a good mood.

Lao Wan looked very happy today, when he met Song Zhuangtong, the smiles in each other's eyes made them stop in their tracks.

"What's the matter, old Song? You've got the beauty back?"

Song Zhuangtong didn't deny it, and said with a light smile, "Why do you look so moist?"

Lao Wan smiled awkwardly and said, "I met Mengmeng yesterday."

After following Song Zhuangtong to Beijing to start a company, he rarely saw Zhou Mengmeng.I heard from many college students that Zhou Mengmeng has found a handsome soldier brother, and they have a happy and stable relationship.

Lao Wan couldn't hold back the sourness in his heart, he still felt that keeping a distance would hurt both of them.

"She broke up and came to Beijing to look for a job, and just happened to meet me." Old Wanchang let out a breath, then turned to ask Song Zhuangtong, "You said she must come to Beijing to look for a job, is it because of me? "

Song Zhuangtong snorted twice, took a sip of the coffee brought by the secretary, frowned, and threw the rest into the trash can.

If Wen Yan saw it, he would be scolded and called extravagant and wasteful.

"Don't get your hopes up too much."

These words froze Lao Wan's face: "Then she didn't come here for you, did she? Maybe she still misses you."

Song Zhuangtong clicked his tongue: "If you dare to ask Zhou Mengmeng yourself, I guarantee that you will be completely blacklisted in the next second."

Lao Wan sighed, and said, "Forget it, let it take its course, I'm getting old, I can't understand these things."

After some exchanges and conversations, Lao Wan and Shuang were wilting like eggplants beaten by Shuang, while Song Zhuangtong was still flushed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth never disappeared when he met the staff who greeted him.

Lao Wan squinted his eyes at him for a while, and said, "Old Song, there is something wrong with you."

Song Zhuangtong glanced at him and motioned for him to continue.

"How long has it been since I've seen you look so radiant? Are you really in love now?" In order to protect Song Zhuangtong's privacy, he lowered his voice and asked, "Are you male or female?"

Song Zhuangtong glanced at him again, and replied, "Man, you know him."

Lao Wan quickly went through the men of the right age that both of them knew, but still had no clue: "Who is it?"

Song Zhuangtong's eyes were filled with inexhaustible light, and the deep gentleness like the vast sea tightly wrapped all his emotions. He smiled with his lips curled up, and said in a low voice: "It's Wen Yan, who else can there be besides him."