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Song Yan leaned against the doorpost, the cigarette in his mouth was already half-burned, his black suit jacket was hanging on his arm, and he was carrying the small wooden box steadily with one hand.He watched the two approaching together, his eyes only passed Wen Yunting's face lightly, and he talked to Shen Zhehang: "Your way of hospitality is too bad, I have been waiting for half an hour."

"You wanted to come by yourself. You didn't say hello until you got off the plane. I'll be content to receive you." Shen Zhehang stretched his neck to look at the wooden box in his hand, "I drank a little too much these two days... Oh, don't worry, I'll let you go anyway. I couldn't bear it in front of me."

The three went in one by one, the two in front sang together, and Wen Yunting was at the back.It seems that Song Yan came here specially to find Shen Zhehang, and it has nothing to do with him.The two obviously got married because of alcohol. Shen Zhehang is not an alcoholic, but he prefers to drink good wine; he doesn't know Song Yan, but he should be of the same type. With similar identities and family backgrounds, it is expected that they share similar interests.

Shen Zhehang's fair cheeks were slightly flushed. He sat on the side of the sofa, put his hands on his forehead and asked, "You only said it was good wine, how good is it? That bottle of Dijin Tianbai at the exhibition?"

"No, that bottle was brought back to my mother earlier." Song Yan had one arm across the sofa, legs crossed, this sitting posture was familiar as if he had returned to his own home.He curled his index finger and knocked on the wooden box: "Guess where I got it from? Let me give you a hint, I went to Germany two days ago."

The angle Shen Zhehang was sitting at happened to be unable to see the name of the winery engraved on the front of the wooden box, but what Song Yan brought would definitely not be a defective product, so he guessed a few well-known wineries in Rheingau, all of which were sold by Song Yan. veto.The man finally put his hands on the wooden box and said with a smile, "You should know where the best Riesling is produced, right?"

Wen Yunting didn't know much about it, Shen Zhehang snapped his fingers, and immediately cheered up: "This is Yimu's!"

Song Yan pushed the box over: "Look, TBA, I cut off the goods that are going to be auctioned."

Anyone who knows wine knows that TBA and ordinary noble rot are not at the same level. If the sweet and white noble rot of Dijin Chateau is like gold, then Yimu’s TBA is a rare and rare wine that can’t be met, gold None can be bought.The annual production of TBA in Germany’s Chateau Immo is only 100-200 bottles, and the vintage is very small. The owner of the winery has already made it clear that TBA will only appear on the list of auctions. According to Song Yan’s description, he was cut off halfway, which shows that this person The ability is also superb.

Shen Zhehang sat upright, raised his sleeves, and just wanted Wen Yunting to bring the crowbar. After a closer look, the surface of the box was extremely smooth, with neither rivets nor screws, and he judged that it was a style pulled out from the side. .So he held the wooden box with one hand, and groped along the gap with the other. Wen Yunting stood up to help, and was reminded friendlyly: "Yunting, you have to help it. If this bottle fell, you might sell yourself to us. The Shen family, work until you are buried in the ground."

"..." If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't intervene.

Shen Zhehang only touched half a circle, found the groove, and slowly pulled out the inner wooden box.As the body of the bottle was revealed, his expression became more and more excited, and the arc of Song Yan's lips became wider and wider. Only Wen Yunting looked as usual, unusually calm and puzzled: Isn't it just a bottle of sweet wine, you guys? How did the two show such excited and weird expressions as if they were watching a short movie at the beginning of the FBI?

Shen Zhehang carefully took out the wine bottle, and reached out to Wen Yunting.Wen Yunting voluntarily went to the kitchen and brought his usual wine-tasting equipment one by one.After the cork was pulled out, the whole living room was instantly lingering with the fragrance of aged wine that had accumulated over time. Just because of the taste, Shen Zhehang praised without hesitation: "It's really good wine!"

The amber liquor lies in the decanter, as if a late beauty is waiting for the caress of time.Taking advantage of this time, Shen Zhehang asked Wen Yunting to quickly go to the kitchen to get some side dishes for wine, and took out the foie gras and caviar from the refrigerator.These were brought back by air a few days ago, and they were still fresh. By the way, I fried a plate of peanuts—this is also one of the must-have dishes for Young Master Shen. After this period of training, Wen Yunting fried peanuts The level of food has been comparable to that of domestic braised vegetable restaurants.

Wen Yunting was frying foie gras, wearing an apron and holding a spatula.The two people in the living room were talking and laughing happily. He looked up inadvertently, and Shen Zhehang was laughing heartily. He rarely showed such excitement. This smile was not necessarily for Song Yan, but it must be for the bottle of TBA on the table.

And Song Yan's hands were resting on the sofa casually, the tie had been torn off, and the cuffs of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular arms.The skin color is a healthy light wheat color, and there is power in the blood vessels that can easily subdue an Alpha.Wen Yunting's eyes dimmed a few degrees, and he stabbed the foie gras with a shovel, obviously taking it as Song Yan's meat to wreak revenge.

Damn, if it wasn't because he couldn't beat him, would he be below?

In all honesty, his initial impression of Song Yan was pretty good. He is handsome, mature and well-spoken, successful in his career and humorous. He is exactly the type of Alpha he dreams of becoming in the future.So when Song Yan showed affection for him and hinted that he could stay below, Wen Yunting's heart fluttered, let such an excellent Alpha lie under him and do whatever he wanted, just like a dream?

Facts have proved that he was just dreaming and wanted to attack Song Yan?Forget it, he woke up with a sore back in the morning, it was because he was attacked all night!

So this is a bastard wearing an elegant skin, wearing glasses is a gentle beast, taking off the glasses is a rogue bully.If he could do it all over again, Wen Yunting vowed that he would definitely stay away from Song Yan that night, and refuse to be eaten until there was no leftover.

Wen Yunting was holding the spatula and thinking wildly, and he didn't even notice that anyone was in the kitchen until a voice came from behind:

"Are you frying foie gras or human liver? The expression is so ferocious."

Wen Yunting was startled, and rolled his eyes while holding the spatula: "I want you to take care of it."

Song Yan didn't want to care, he came in to wash his hands, his eyes subconsciously drifted over, and landed on the man with his back turned.He has a slender figure, with a good proportion of shoulders, waist, and legs. He has a moderate skeleton, covered with a thin layer of muscles, neither exaggerated nor weak. From head to toe, he looks like a work of art, quite pleasing to the eye.

Especially the buttocks, wrapped in trousers, with rounded lines, seemed to have an urge to pinch.After the pants are peeled off, they look like two white peaches, and they feel very good to the touch, soft and fluffy, as if juice can be squeezed out.

Song Yan tsk-tsk in his heart, as an Alpha, with such a long buttocks, it's really fucking alluring.

He remembered the birthday party two months ago, the first time he saw Wen Yunting, he was lying on the balcony on the second floor, holding a fire with his hands and lighting a cigarette.It was dark, and only a beam of moonlight fell on the terrace. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he saw half of the man lying on the railing, his buttocks raised in an arc, stretching the fabric of the trousers extremely full, and the moonlight fell on them. Can't stand.

At that time, there was fire in Song Yan's eyes, and at that moment, a man's ass was picked up by a man's upturned buttocks.

So Song Yan took the initiative to strike up a conversation, and when the man raised his head, the bright moonlight was shining on the delicate facial features, and a hazy moonlight covered his eyebrows and eyes.It's not the well-behaved and docile one that Song Yan always likes. His eyes are black and bright, his facial features are beautiful but not weak, and he has a heroic spirit. He is an Alpha.

"Alone?" Song Yan leaned against the terrace, folded his arms and smiled, "Why don't you go in?"

The man in front of him raised the cigarette in his hand: "I almost don't know each other, it's boring."

"To be honest, I haven't seen you either. Which company's representative is it?" Song Yan asked.

"Ah?" There was a hint of confusion on his expression, and he quickly realized, "No, I'm Song Li's college friend."

Song Yan rubbed his chin, no wonder he looked so unfamiliar, it turned out to be his brother's classmate.He looked at the other party, and the more he looked, the more excited he was, and asked, "I'm Song Li's brother, Song Yan. Who are you?"

Hearing that the other party was Song Li's elder brother, he stood up straight and his attitude became respectful and polite: "Wen Yunting."

Wen Yunting.The name is good, the person is good-looking, and the speech is nice.

The subsequent conversation made Song Yan happy physically and mentally. It wasn't the first time he fell in love with Alpha, but it was the first time he met an Alpha who was so appetizing in terms of appearance and temperament.

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Wen Yunting turned off the fire and took out the foie gras. He didn't intend to bother the young master, but prepared to send it out by himself.Unexpectedly, Song Yan was quite self-conscious, and picked up the plate: "I'll take it out first."

Wen Yunting ignored him, and within a minute Song Yan came back, leaning on the cooking table, arms folded, waiting to bring out the rest of the dishes.

Peanuts are being fried in the pot, crackling and sizzling, and the aroma is coming out. Song Yan boasted: "The craftsmanship is good."

Wen Yunting still didn't respond, suddenly a gust of hot air sprayed from the base of his ears: "Why are you ignoring people and still angry?"

Wen Yunting was startled, almost threw the spatula, gritted his teeth and glared at him: "You are sick! Stay three meters away from me."

"Three meters, I have to go outside the wall." Song Yan smiled lightly, "What are you afraid of, I won't do anything to you. In fact, you have misunderstood me. Personally, I prefer you. .”

"It's really easy to say." Wen Yunting sneered, too lazy to listen to his nonsense.Do you like me?If he was so principled, he wouldn't lose his virginity even if he was an Alpha, and now he is pretending to be a good citizen, anyway, Wen Yunting wouldn't believe even a single punctuation mark in his nonsense.

Song Yan spread his hands, really helpless, he has already explained it several times, why can't he solve this wonderful misunderstanding?So Song Yan took the trouble to repeat again: "Listen to me, we talked too vaguely that day, and there are many kinds of it. In fact, you have been on it halfway, but you just don't remember it."

Wen Yunting was stunned for a few seconds: "...I'm on top?"

Song Yan nodded quickly, yes, yes, it was called from above.

"..."

This time Wen Yunting's firecracker was completely ignited, he raised his neck and looked towards the living room, but he didn't see Shen Zhehang's figure, Song Yan reminded at the right time: "Go upstairs."

"Pretty good——" Wen Yunting grabbed Song Yan's collar, showing a fierce expression, "I warned you last time not to provoke me, do you think I can't beat you?"

Song Yan's expression was very sincere: "I don't think so, it's true. It's nothing else, let's sit down and have a good chat?"

"Talking about your uncle!" Wen Yunting smelled a strange burnt smell in the air, and trembled all over his body: something is wrong, and the peanuts are all fried because they are too busy arguing with this person!If you accidentally set off the smoke alarm, it will definitely be a sleepless night tonight.

Wen Yunting quickly let go, turned around to turn off the fire, suddenly an arm crossed his waist, hugged him into his arms, and stretched out the other hand to turn off the fire.

"Be careful, the oil pops out."

The moment his back touched the warm chest, goosebumps appeared all over Wen Yunting's body, and his voice suddenly increased: "I know! Do you want to remind me?!"

"Oh, I don't care about you. Is your hand okay..."

The hand was caught by the other party again, and the thumb with a thin callus was whirling on the back of the hand.Wen Yunting threw it away subconsciously, and threw his elbow backwards. Song Yan seemed to know his move, locked his forearm in advance, successfully prevented Wen Yunting from moving, and slapped him in the face on the spot—see, he really couldn't beat him , really not what I thought.

The peanuts in the pot were half golden and half burnt black, and there was a smell of burnt fragrance in the kitchen. Song Yan pushed open the window with one hand to let the air in, and sighed, "You're not going to be obedient, you forced me to do it again."

Wen Yunting was shocked by this unreasonable and domineering hooligan theory: "You still have reason?! Let go! Don't lock my arm if you have the ability!"

Song Yan couldn't bear to leave his throat if he didn't lock his arms.He didn't want to do anything at all, he "helped" Wen Yunting purely out of kindness because he was afraid that Wen Yunting would be splashed with oil - well, there was also a selfish intention in this, he wanted to hug, it was as simple as that.

"Can we stop making trouble? I'll let you go, don't do anything." Song Yan paused, and added, "Don't swear."

"You still care about me? It's a good idea! This is not your home, let me call the police again if I have the ability?!"

"..." It's a bad thing, the leopard cat in his arms wants to stretch its claws again.

Song Yan had a headache, and the strength in his hands was relieved, Wen Yunting's forearm slid out, and then slid back forcefully, the elbow of his arm remained on Song Yan's left heart.

Song Yan took a step back and frowned in pain, Wen Yunting glared at him, went to the pot to fill out the remaining intact peanuts, fortunately there was a small bowl left, and walked out of the kitchen triumphantly carrying the peanuts.

Leaving Song Yan leaning on the cooking table, he pressed his heart and rubbed it twice - hiss, it still hurts, the strike was really hard.