Overwinter

Chapter 59

The phone rings desperately to be connected, and the hypocritical dinner in the restaurant draws to a close.During the banquet, Song Zhuangtong's impatient expression never restrained himself. When the last person put down his chopsticks, Mr. Song got up with a smile and said, "Just let the two juniors go to the Civil Affairs Bureau, don't worry about it."

"At that time, the in-laws will have to worry about the wedding. I'm too old to worry about it."

As he spoke, he gave the secretary behind him a look. The secretary took a step forward and said in a low voice, "I will drive them there."

The cell phone that was left out in the pocket was finally remembered by its owner. Song Zhuangtong picked it up and took a look, only to find that the screen was full of missed calls from Wen Yan.

An ominous premonition suddenly rose, and Song Zhuangtong walked out with his mobile phone, but Mr. Song stopped him: "Song Zhuangtong! Where are you going?"

Song Zhuangtong didn't even turn his head: "Make a call."

Miss Lin was standing beside her mother, and the back of Song Zhuangtong leaving anxiously reminded her of something, her heart skipped two beats.

After Song Zhuangtong left, Mr. Song's secretary soon followed him.

The secretary was doing business, with a serious and indifferent expression, watching Song Zhuangtong answer the phone from a distance of half the aisle.

No one answered more than a dozen calls, Wen Yan couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, he began to suspect that this was Song Zhuangtong's trick, the long dialing time almost wiped out Wen Yan's anger, leaving only the sad helplessness.

Wen Yan was about to give up, but who knew that Song Zhuangtong called back at this time, and Wen Yan immediately picked up the phone and gave a hello.

"Yanyan, what's wrong?"

Song Zhuangtong's familiar voice sounded, and Wen Yan's eyes were instantly sour. He was stunned for half a minute before he spoke slowly: "I..."

Miss Lin approached at some unknown time and suddenly said, "Zhuang Tong, hurry up a little bit, I'll wait for you in the car first."

As she spoke, she bent her lips towards the secretary and said, "Can I trouble you to give me the car keys first?"

The woman's voice couldn't be heard clearly, but Wen Yan immediately recognized that it was the woman who called him to protest. Wen Yan's throat seemed to be stuck in something, and when he spoke, the pain was so painful that he almost suffocated.

It seems that Song Zhuangtong's little thought was completely successful. Wen Yan had lost all patience for questioning. He took a deep breath and asked, "What happened recently?"

He didn't ask if he was going to get married, or who that woman was, but asked him what happened recently. The person who had been deceived enough took out his last bit of luck at this moment, hoping to get a frank explanation from his own mouth.

Song Zhuangtong was silent for a while, and finally said in a hoarse voice: "Song Jing will have an operation in the afternoon. If it goes well, you can visit him next week."

The air conditioner was obviously turned on at a suitable temperature in the room, but Wen Yan felt that his whole body was cold at the moment, his palms were pinched red by nails, and Wen Yan almost spoke with a trembling voice.

"Didn't you already find a mother for Song Jing? Why do you still need me to visit?"

Song Zhuangtong's whole body froze because of a voice so soft that he couldn't catch it through the receiver. His head was completely black, and he only said slowly: "Why do you..."

Wen Yan didn't want to cry at all, but his willpower was so weak that he could no longer control his physical reaction, he choked up twice, his whole body was covered in a cone-like tingling pain.I don't know if I should thank Song Zhuangtong's marriage partner. If she hadn't called to humiliate me, I would have been kept in the dark and played like a fool.

As soon as Wen Yan cried, Song Zhuangtong panicked, he hurriedly said: "Wen Yan, listen to me, things are not what you think, I have difficulties."

Song Zhuangtong didn't know how to explain it. He had thousands of reasons, but he couldn't change the fact that he wanted to marry someone else. Even after Song Jing finished the operation, there was still room for maneuver, but in Wen Yan There, too, he was sentenced to death.

"Song Zhuangtong, why is the call so important? Go to the car and continue calling. I have made an appointment with the people at the marriage registration office. Don't delay it."

How could Wen Yan still hear the sound? He didn't know when he fell off the sofa and huddled on the floor in front of the sofa. He clutched his hair tightly, panted twice, and slowly put the phone from his ear Side took it down.

After Wen Yan hung up the phone, he felt that all the strength in his body had been sucked out. He was sweating, his chest heaved rapidly, and he stretched out his hand to support the sofa to stand up, but it took him a long time to find the strength.

Sweaty and easy to get cold, the whole underwear was soaked, Wen Yan was shivering from the cold, he moved slowly, struggled to grab the pajamas and went into the bathroom.

The hot air smoked the glass of the bathroom into a haze, and the water flowed down Wen Yan's slender frame to his feet.He leaned weakly on the cold porcelain tiles, the butterfly bone on his back was stroked countless times by Song Zhuangtong's thick palms, but now he could only feel a piece of ice cold.

Suddenly, the nozzle squeaked twice, and the sound of water flow stopped abruptly.

Wen Yan raised his head and glanced at the nozzle that was no longer emitting water. The water droplets on his body quickly sucked away the warm breath in the air, making Wen Yan's fingers icy cold.

He fiddled with the switch, and a handful of cold water suddenly spewed out from the blocked water pipe, hitting Wen Yan's face with all of it, so frightened that he didn't even have time to close his eyes, he was directly blinded.

Wen Yan struggled to breathe.

In the bathroom, there was only the sound of water flowing in and out of the water on the floor, Wen Yan was cold all over, he squatted down slowly against the wall, hugged his legs tightly, and fell powerlessly on the floor.

Cold, really too cold.

Wen Yan let out an almost inaudible whimper from his throat, as if some switch had been turned on, Wen Yan couldn't hold it anymore, pulled his throat, and let out a cry of near despair.

It's all his fault, he shouldn't have had the idea of ​​being able to feel warmth from the beginning, otherwise he wouldn't be so embarrassed at this time.Falling into the ice cave suddenly, the pain was like piercing the bones, and Wen Yan dared not breathe too hard.

"Song Zhuangtong..."

Wen Yan was so sad, he curled up in the corner, his bare back trembling constantly, like a butterfly whose wings had been broken, struggling feebly.

There is no moment that needs a hug more than this moment.

But he doesn't want anyone's hug anymore.

Song Zhuangtong stood silently facing the wall for half a minute, and when the urging voice sounded again, he was like a lion thoroughly annoyed.

"Don't fucking rush, whoever wants to get married today will get married! I'm fucking fed up!"

A low growl sounded in the corridor. The two elders were still standing outside, and they turned their heads to look over. Song Zhuangtong's eyes were full of scarlet, and he stared at Mr. Song. He rushed to Mr. Song with heavy steps, and was caught by the secretary. Step to block.

"Who told you to talk nonsense in front of Wen Yan?"

The harsh questioning tone made the secretary tremble, and a stronger sense of oppression than Mr. Song hit.

Mr. Song frowned, subconsciously said: "I didn't—"

"Forcing me every day, do you want to force me to death? Want to have a grandson? Let me tell you the fuck, Song Jing is your grandson, he is my only child, I will never marry any woman and have children, you Don't even think about it for the rest of your life."

Panting heavily, Song Zhuangtong breathed a sigh of relief as he spoke out the words that were suppressed in his heart.The weakness was repeatedly touched, and Song Zhuangtong didn't want to bear any more. Anyway, he was a lion who was forced to the extreme, and showed his sharp canine teeth unceremoniously.

Being humiliated in front of the prospective in-laws like this, Mr. Song was trembling with anger. He pointed at Song Zhuangtong's nose and scolded, "You unfilial son! Do you still want Song Jing's operation to go smoothly?"

Song Zhuangtong looked at him coldly, and said sarcastically, "Aside from threatening me with this, what else can you use? Negotiating with your own grandson's life as a bargaining chip, I have never seen anyone more disgusting than you."

After speaking, he strode out of the restaurant without looking back.

The secretary was taken aback by this sudden change, he turned his head to look at Mr. Song in embarrassment, and asked, "I need to chase after—"

Mr. Song's chest was heaving violently, and after being supported, he asserted: "No, he will definitely come back."

All the surgical equipment needed by Song Jing has been prepared, and the operation can start as soon as Mr. Song gives an order, while the decision maker himself is sitting outside the operating room, clutching the crutch in his hand, staring at the empty corridor the end.

Song Jing's attending physician couldn't stand it any longer. He walked up to Mr. Song and said in a low voice, "Mr. Song, the operation cannot be delayed."

Old Man Song was full of hostility, and said in a low voice: "If you can't afford it, let him—"

Before the words were finished, a person staggered over from the end of the corridor. He seemed to be struggling a bit, and after he stopped and sat on a chair halfway, he threw a piece of fluffy paper.The secretary who received Mr. Song's gaze went to pick it up, turned around and handed it to Mr. Song.

Mr. Song's cracked expression made Song Zhuangtong sneer constantly in his heart. He was like a gambler who had pushed out all his chips, showing an almost cruel smile.

"I've had a ligation, Song Jing, do you want to save it or not?"