Overwinter

Chapter 51 is not suitable

"I won't come back for dinner tonight. There is a kid in the store celebrating his birthday. We made an appointment to celebrate." Song Zhuangtong put the cigarette and lighter in his pocket, and there was a piece of paper under the cigarette and lighter. He picked it up and took a look. Throw it in the trash.

Wen Yan paused the hand holding the paper, raised his head and asked, "Are you coming back after dinner?"

"I don't know what Lao Wan's arrangement is." Speaking of Lao Wan, Song Zhuangtong laughed, "He recently fell in love with a KTV waitress, saying that she looks a lot like Zhou Mengmeng in college."

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows: "Maid?"

"Yes, that's what it should be called." As he spoke, Song Zhuangtong patted Song Jing's face, "Be good at home, you have to invigilate the exam tomorrow? Go to bed early."

The sound of closing the door fell, and Wen Yan slowly let go of his held breath. He rolled his Adam's apple and stared at the door panel for a long time.

At eleven o'clock, Song Zhuangtong hadn't come back yet, so Wen Yan sent him a message asking if he had had a drink.

"Drink a little, why haven't you slept yet?"

Song Zhuangtong's voice was deep and hoarse, and the hoarse voice after drinking sounds very sexy.

"Can't sleep, I'll go pick you up."

After about 5 minutes, Song Zhuangtong sent him a location, Wen Yan clicked on it and took a look, it was the KTV location on Song Zhuangtong's receipt.

Wen Yan got up and put on a coat, picked up the car keys on the table and went out.

At night, there were few cars and the light was dim. Halfway through the car, it suddenly started to rain. Wen Yan slowed down the speed, and arrived at the KTV downstairs where Song Zhuangtong was at nearly twelve o'clock.

The silent night seemed to have nothing to do with this noisy entertainment area. It was raining outside, and the night wind was freezing cold. Wen Yan tightened his coat and walked towards the KTV.

Song Zhuangtong also sent him a message about the private room, and Wen Yan asked the staff to help him take him upstairs. The sound in the KTV was very noisy, Wen Yan frowned slightly, and before pushing the door open, he took a closer look at the transparent glass on the door.

Wen Yan saw Song Zhuangtong sitting on the sofa at a glance. He was tall and leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed and dozed off. Beside him was a beautiful little boy in a fishnet shirt, pouring a glass of wine. Holding the wine glass, she approached Song Zhuangtong, trying to persuade him to have another drink.

Song Zhuangtong frowned slightly, opened his eyes and looked at him, the wolf-like stern gaze that Wen Yan was familiar with made the pretty little boy even more excited, and he clung tighter.

Completely different from the imagined anger, dense pain spread from the heart, Wen Yan gripped the doorknob tightly, took two deep breaths, there were familiar faces in the room that made him dare not push the door in.

The little boy has already started, the clothes he wears are very sexy, and every move reveals temptation and seduction. He climbed his arm to Song Zhuangtong's body, and was firmly grabbed by Song Zhuangtong's backhand.The next second, Song Zhuangtong whispered something in his ear. Under the dim light, the two seemed to be very close.

Wen Yan was stunned for half a minute, then subconsciously touched his left ear.

Just now Song Zhuangtong whispered into the little boy's left ear.

"Why don't you—Teacher Wen?" Lao Wan, who came out of the toilet, shook the water in his hand, and was very surprised when he saw the person standing stiffly at the door, "Aren't you going in?"

Wen Yan shook his head, turned his face away immediately, and then walked quickly in the direction he came from.

Before Lao Wan could react, Wen Yan had disappeared into the dark corridor.

As soon as he entered the private room, Lao Wan saw Song Zhuangtong's face that smelled like he was owed millions.

"Damn it, who did you order? That stinking idiot touched me." Song Zhuangtong picked up the wine in his hand and was about to drink it, when he suddenly remembered that it was poured by the fiddly thing, and lost his appetite in an instant.

Lao Wan squeezed to his side, took the wasted glass of wine from Song Zhuangtong, took two sips, and said, "Ms. Wen was standing at the door just now, did you see that?"

Song Zhuangtong turned his head to look at him: "When?"

"Just now, I left immediately after I saw it."

Song Zhuangtong immediately got up and was about to chase after him, but Lao Wan stopped him again: "Look at what you did, his little face is pale, he feels like he's going to cry in a second, don't keep bullying him."

Song Zhuangtong ignored him, and rushed out the door quickly, Lao Wan shook his head when he saw his impatience.

Wen Yan was already driving to leave the parking lot. When he saw Song Zhuangtong's call, he stepped on the accelerator.

My heart was in a mess and I didn't know how to deal with this matter. Wen Yan looked at the notes on the phone and scratched his hair irritably.

He is definitely not a person who can tolerate infidelity. When encountering such a situation, he should get rid of Song Zhuangtong just like Zhou Yuanbai.

Get rid of Song Zhuangtong...

Wen Yan slowly rolled his Adam's apple, and blood rolled up in his throat, followed by a series of violent coughing sounds.

Song Zhuangtong was still calling, Wen Yan's face was pale, his breathing was unsteady, his teeth were gritted and trembling.

Just about to answer the phone, suddenly there was a violent slapping sound from outside the window, Wen Yan was startled, and looked out the window like a deer in horror.

Song Zhuangtong held the mobile phone in one hand and patted the car window with the other, looking anxious.

He looked fierce and anxious, Wen Yan was a little afraid to open the door.

"Yan Yan, open the door."

The voice weakened by the car door came over heavily, Wen Yan took a breath, and slowly unbuttoned the seat belt under Song Zhuangtong's scorching gaze.

As soon as the car door was opened, Wen Yan was pulled into Song Zhuangtong's arms by a strong force.

"I didn't do anything, the man didn't move a finger."

Song Zhuangtong quickly chased him from the door, he was still panting, as if he was afraid that Wen Yan would run away, he had great strength, and locked Wen Yan firmly in his arms.

Just as Wen Yan was about to speak, his intense cough made him tremble. Song Zhuangtong went along to touch Wen Yan's cold hand, but Wen Yan avoided him.

"Yesterday you ordered a drink to accompany you."

After coughing, his voice was extremely hoarse, and Song Zhuangtong put his lips on his forehead in distress, wrapped his palm around the back of Wen Yan's head, and explained: "Lao Wan said that the woman alone is too obvious, so I ordered a few more to come together." For drinking, I am only responsible for paying the money, and they order the wine and people."

"They are all a group of gutless people, and they dare not do anything to cross the line even if they click."

He said softly, "They don't have the guts, but you do."

Hearing this, Song Zhuangtong hugged him even tighter.

"I have a wife."

Wen Yan was silent, the sound of heavy breathing intertwined in the silent night, Song Zhuangtong grabbed Wen Yan's hand at this moment, it was really freezing.

"Stop talking here, it's going to freeze again later, so go home first."

Wen Yan was stuffed into the back seat by him, and Song Zhuangtong called a substitute driver to drive, and locked Wen Yan in his arms with hands and feet in the back seat of the car to prevent him from escaping.

The air conditioner in the car hummed, warming Wen Yan's icy body. Song Zhuangtong touched his hand again, and Wen Yan frowned slightly with his frequent small movements.

When the substitute driver left, Song Zhuangtong said softly, "Get out of the car."

Wen Yan sat without moving, the dim light softly wrapped his side face, and said in a low voice: "Song Zhuangtong, after thinking about it, I feel that we are still not suitable."

Song Zhuangtong's body froze suddenly, his face turned livid, and he turned to ask him, "What do you mean?"

Wen Yan was frightened by his eyes, but still mustered up the courage to finish the second half of the sentence: "Our sex life is not harmonious."

Song Zhuangtong seemed to be annoyed by him, and sneered against his cheek.

"Wen Yan, so in your heart I'm a person who's only thinking about going to bed, right?"

He is rarely called by Wen Yan's full name now. He is either called Yanyan, or his wife, and sometimes Teacher Wen. When he is called by his full name, his alienation and anger are evident.

Wen Yan was silent again, and Song Zhuangtong's patience was exhausted by his reluctance to communicate. He reached out and pinched Wen Yan's chin, and said coldly: "Do you fucking think that the reason I'm dating you is to sleep with you? Talk to me." Gentle words."

Wen Yan's eyes were red, and he tried to break his hand off with his hands, but his pale hands seemed to have no strength at all, and they looked pitiful in vain effort.

Wen Yan said with a trembling voice, "Now you are messing around outside."

Song Zhuangtong took a deep breath, opened the car door, opened the driver's door again, and unlocked the child lock with his backhand. He turned on the key and stepped on the accelerator. Just as he was about to speed up, Wen Yan crawled over and grabbed his hand in a panic.

"You drank and it's dangerous to drive now."

"You don't want to believe it, so I'll call Lao Wan to explain to you." Song Zhuangtong took out his mobile phone from his pocket and was about to make a call.

This matter has to be brought up in front of friends, Wen Yan can't afford to lose this person.

"stop fighting."

Song Zhuangtong was still fiddled with something on the phone, and said softly and sharply: "Stop calling! What do you want to do?"

Song Zhuangtong turned to look at him, his eyes were red and he was breathing heavily.

"I called the substitute driver just now, and we went back to watch the surveillance."

Song Zhuangtong was so fierce that he was dying, Wen Yan felt wronged, and he said indiscriminately while crying: "I won't go, I won't go."

Song Zhuangtong's eyes were also very red. He squeezed Wen Yan's chin, leaned over and bit Wen Yan's lower lip domineeringly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is there still a difference?"

Wen Yan flinched in pain from being bitten by him, but the back of his head was pressed and he couldn't escape.

Almost sobbing, Wen Yan cried and shook his head: "It doesn't matter..."