Overwinter

Chapter 27

Today they are going to celebrate Lao Wan's birthday. Song Zhuangtong has been obsessed with bringing up the baby recently, and he hasn't had a drink with them for a long time, so he will naturally be drunk.

He is a rough guy who doesn't know how to choose gifts, so he directly wrapped a thick red envelope for Lao Wan.

Over the years of cooperating with Lao Wan, Song Zhuangtong got a lot of help from him, and the relationship between the two has always been good.

In addition to colleagues from the car dealership, some friends of Lao Wan also came, and Zhou Mengmeng was also there.She and Lao Wan have been friends since college, so naturally she will not be absent when Lao Wan celebrates his birthday.

The beautiful girl laughed at Yan Yan in the crowd, and Song Zhuangtong bumped the birthday star next to him with his elbow.

"Why are you always inactive?"

Lao Wan smiled wryly and shook his head: "I can't move anymore, I've already been sentenced to death as a friend."

Song Zhuangtong looked at him with some disapproval.

"Really, I got along with her with the idea of ​​being friends first, but I ended up talking about two boyfriends in college, and she and I were still friends. There was no spark, but it became a very good relationship. My best friend, the relationship is quite stable now, I know she is not interested in me, if I really confess, I will not be able to be a friend."

Song Zhuangtong snorted and laughed: "Are you short of friends?"

Lao Wan smiled helplessly: "Then what can I do? Friends who have been friends for so many years, if they say they blow it off, it is still very reluctant."

Song Zhuangtong poured the wine in the glass with his head up.

"You can make friends anywhere, but if you miss your wife, you will be gone."

Lao Wan put his arms around his shoulders and asked ambiguously, "What's the matter? Do you want to have a date?"

Song Zhuangtong smiled and took his hand away, saying, "I've thought about it for a long time."

Zhou Mengmeng chatted with them for a while, and caught Shou Xing and Song Zhuangtong who were hiding in the corner drinking, and came over with a bottle of vodka.

"What's going on? Are you here for a drink or a chat?"

Seeing her blushing cheeks, Lao Wan said: "You drink less."

"You two drink with me, I'll drink one and you each have two." Zhou Mengmeng sat down between them and filled the two empty glasses on the table.

Song Zhuangtong stood up and said, "I can't drink anymore, go to the toilet and vomit first."

A warm hand grabbed her wrist suddenly, Song Zhuangtong froze for a moment, then looked down at Zhou Mengmeng, her eyes were dark, staring at herself without blinking.Song Zhuangtong glanced at Lao Wan and pulled his hand out.

"I really can't drink anymore." Song Zhuangtong said, "You guys drink for a while, I'll come later."

It was almost twelve o'clock, Song Zhuangtong sent Song Jing to Wen Yan's house before he came, so that he could go to find someone after drinking, and naturally stayed overnight at Wen Yan's house.

Song Zhuangtong washed his face, put his hands on the sink, and Lao Wan's face appeared in the mirror.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he smiled helplessly at Song Zhuangtong.

"Do you smoke?"

Song Zhuangtong wiped his hands clean, stretched out his hand and said, "Give me one."

Unlike Song Zhuangtong, Lao Wan likes to wear suits. He has a good figure, and the finely tailored suits make his figure stand out very well. Although his facial features are not handsome, his kind and steady temperament is a plus.The two leaned against the wall, each with a cigarette, and smoked for about 2 minutes. Lao Wan gently exhaled the smoke from his mouth and asked, "Brother Song, you said you wanted to have sex, that person— —”

"It's a man, my son's head teacher." Song Zhuangtong said bluntly.

A flash of astonishment flashed in Lao Wan's eyes, and he was choked up by the news for a while, unable to react.

Song Zhuangtong snuffed out the cigarette, raised his hand to sniff at his nose, gently stroked his index finger with the smell of smoke with his thumb, and said, "I've wanted to tell you for a long time, but I haven't found the right time .”

"Then your son..."

Song Zhuangtong sighed, he put his hand on Lao Wan's shoulder and patted it twice, and said, "I'm a little dizzy from drinking, let's slip away first."

Lao Wan was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay."

Asking the driver to take him directly downstairs to Wen Yan's house, Song Zhuangtong sat in the cold wind and calmed down for a while.He leaned against the bench downstairs in the community, and his eyes fell on the small window of Wen Yan's room. The dim living room light was there because Wen Yan knew he would come and stay.

Song Zhuangtong suddenly remembered the beating he received when he came out to his family.There is only one boy in the family, and his elder sister is not valued by the family. When he came out of the closet, his mother was so angry that he was admitted to the hospital that night, and all the accusations and curses fell on Song Zhuangtong.He was young, a spoiled child who wanted what he wanted, his back hardened by scabs from the whiplash.

Up to now, Song Zhuangtong has forgotten the opportunity to come out because of his boyfriend at the time, but he will always remember the fist he clenched when he knelt on the ground stubbornly.

He has never been a hesitant person. If he hates it, he will resist it, and if he likes it, he will fight for it.

Song Zhuangtong stood up abruptly.

He must have been very drunk, so when Wen Yan appeared at the door wrapped in a coat, he rushed over and pressed him into his arms.

Wen Yan was taken aback, the overwhelming smell of alcohol blocked Wen Yan's breathing, and he struggled in Song Zhuangtong's arms.

"Why did you drink so much?"

With the familiar smell in his arms, Song Zhuangtong took two deep breaths, lifted Wen Yan's head from his arms, and stared at him motionlessly with red eyes.

Wen Yan gently rolled his Adam's apple: "You—"

The feeling of being held in the palm of Song Zhuangtong's face was very strange. Wen Yan seemed to have sensed the change in the atmosphere. He became a little nervous and looked at the person in front of him warily.

Song Zhuangtong didn't give him a chance to speak to him, so he moved his palm to the back of Wen Yan's head, blocking his escape the moment he kissed him.

The smell of vodka squeezed into his lips domineeringly, Wen Yan stared in astonishment, and fell down on the shoe cabinet as soon as his legs gave way, Song Zhuangtong knelt down beside him with one foot, covering his whole body in front of Wen Yan.

The kiss, which was considered gentle at first, became rough after Song Zhuangtong caught Wen Yan's frozen tongue. Wen Yan frowned and hid Song Zhuangtong's forceful kiss, but any pushing and pulling movements in the mouth had already appeared at this time. Get ambiguous.Song Zhuangtong sucked his tongue hard twice, forcing Wen Yan's panting out of his throat.

The person Xiao had been thinking about for several days finally kissed him, and Song Zhuangtong naturally wouldn't let go easily.

He was so strong that he could hold Wen Yan's two wrists tightly with one hand, locked him tightly between the shoe cabinet and himself, and kissed him heartily.

The 5-minute deep kiss was finally over, Wen Yan's mouth was stirred all over, and the base of his tongue was numb from being sucked.

He was short of breath, and his eyes were forced to turn red.

"Song Zhuangtong, why are you playing drunk on me?" It was a slightly annoyed voice.

Song Zhuangtong, who had never made Teacher Wen angry before, was laughed angrily by him, put one hand on Wen Yan's ear, and locked him in his arms in an absolutely oppressive posture.

"Damn, have you ever seen someone who is drunk and can kiss so well?"

Wen Yan seemed shocked, his eyes widened, and he forgot to correct Song Zhuangtong's bad habit of swearing.

After being bullied enough, his reddish eyes softened his heart, Song Zhuangtong took two deep breaths, he reached out and lifted Wen Yan from the shoe cabinet, and pushed the whole person against the wall, with his knee stuck between Wen Yan's crotch, Give him a chance to dodge.

The deep kiss just now made Song Zhuangtong's whole body warm up. The blood-congested muscles on his arms squeezed out the shirt into a beautiful shape, and the hormonal breath belonging to mature men made Wen Yan short of breath.He stretched out his hand and pushed Song Zhuangtong's chest twice, and scolded, "Let me go."

Song Zhuangtong leaned over and bit his lower lip hard, and said with a smile, "Mr. Wen, you are as weak as a chicken."

As he spoke, he pushed his knee up and stuck it on Wen Yan's hip.

This dangerous posture made Wen Yan's back stiffen.

"Song Zhuangtong, you are really drunk, let me go quickly."

Song Zhuangtong's eyes were pitch-black, full of unresolved thick desire, he approached swiftly, the distance between their lips was less than one centimeter, and in the warm and intertwined breath, he slapped Wen Yan. A preview: "I'm going to kiss you, you still have a second to say no."

Before the words fell, the rough slamming of Wen Yan's lips and teeth overwhelmed the rejection stuck in his throat.