Counterfeit

Everyone in the business field seemed to be drunk from a thousand glasses of wine. Song Yuan heard the muffled sound of the cork being pulled out behind him. The waiter in a suit and vest walked up to him and poured red wine into the empty wine glass. It quickly overflowed, Song Yuan nodded slightly and said thank you.

"Bring some more ice here." The man sitting beside him waved his hand, and a long piece of cigarette ash fell on the white tablecloth. He turned his head and smiled at Song Yuan: "President Song really doesn't look like that." , it actually grew up from a wine jar!"

Song Yuan lowered his eyes, rested his finger on the base of the goblet, and shook it twice, the rich scarlet liquid left a faint trace of wine on the wall of the goblet, he said with a smile: "Of course I still fall in love with Jue Chen. "

Older men always like to listen to flattery, especially young and promising beautiful children. Chen Haiming patted his shiny forehead, wiped out the burning cigarette, and raised his glass: "Then I will congratulate Song Song again." I finally got the land from Guangnai!"

Song Yuan leaned the cup in his hand towards Chen Haiming, the rim of the cup was lower than Chen Haiming, touched it lightly, Song Yuan smiled, raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.

As soon as he put down the glass, the waiter standing behind quickly poured the wine again.Song Yuan glanced at the half-empty wine box in the corner. From entering the box to now, he and several friends of Chen Haiming drank two bottles of baijiu with weird packaging, one bottle of white wine, and three bottles of 750ml whiskey.

The dishes on the table were hardly moved, the stomach twitched and the acid regurgitated, and the throat began to feel astringent.

Song Yuan stood up, and Chen Haiming, who was chatting, looked back at him.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Just as Song Yuan finished speaking, Chen Haiming suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist with great strength.

"You are trying to get away from drinking!" Chen Haiming smiled and looked at the people around, who quickly followed suit, Song Yuan's wrist moved, but he didn't break away.

Song Yuan smiled and sighed: "It seems that we can no longer play tricks in front of the situation." Song Yuan picked up the wine glass and drank the wine just poured. Chen Haiming withdrew his hand in satisfaction, and laughed to let him come back quickly.

Song Yuan went out, closed the door, isolated those vulgar jokes at the other end of the door, and walked through the brightly lit corridor, Song Yuan saw Shen Feng who had been sitting in the tea room.

Seeing Song Yuan coming out, Shen Feng quickly walked over with her bag in hand. She took out a wet wipe from the bag and handed it to Song Yuan: "Are you okay?"

Song Yuan's face was very pale, but his neck and ears were red like they were about to burn. Song Yuan waved his hands at Shen Feng, and walked into the bathroom with a dark face.Song Yuan bent over in front of the sink, turned on the faucet to the maximum, and splashed a handful of water on his face.

"This old thing is really drinkable." Song Yuan turned off the faucet, put his hands beside the sink, the water droplets on his cheeks flowed down, and fell down his chin into the open collar of his shirt.

Shen Feng took out a tissue and handed it over, Song Yuan took it, and dipped the water on his face perfunctorily.

"Help me charge my phone." Song Yuan handed the phone to Shen Feng, "Come to me in four or ten minutes and tell me that the company is in a hurry."

Shen Feng took the phone, she looked at Song Yuan's pale face, and asked, "Do you want to eat something first? Some candy should make you feel better."

Song Yuan suddenly thought of Wen Ye, he seemed to have candy in his pocket all the time, and he was always persistent, and let him eat one for no reason.

Song Yuan raised his hand, threw the wet tissue in his hand into the trash can, and said to Shen Feng, "No need."

The four to ten minutes after returning to the private room became very long. Song Yuan could no longer remember how much wine he drank, but only vaguely remembered the tall figure standing next to the hotel gate under the dim light.

The bell tower of the hotel rang ten times, and Wen Ye took another puff before throwing the nearly exhausted cigarette into the ashtray full of stones.

Because of his irritability, Wen Ye just asked the uncle who parked the car for a cigarette. The price was cheap, and the taste was spicy and astringent. When he took the first sip, he couldn't help coughing several times, but Wen Ye finished it anyway.

Wen Ye lowered his head and glanced at his phone, it was [-]:[-].

Wen Ye heard some noisy male voices, he raised his head, and saw Song Yuan who was almost hanging on someone else's body through the glass revolving door, his feet were floating, his head was bowed, and his eyes could not be seen.

Shen Feng, who was following behind with a coat, saw him and waved at him: "Mr. Wen."

Song Yuan, who had not moved much all this time, suddenly raised his head, and Wen Ye saw Song Yuan's open collar and red skin.Wen Ye walked over, raised his hand, grabbed the edge of the revolving door, and accelerated the speed of the automatic revolving door.The man holding Song Yuan made a dissatisfied sound, but Wen Ye didn't hear anything, he watched Song Yuan get closer and closer to him, and finally stood in front of him.

"Who are you, you! Do you know how dangerous the revolving door you were just now!" The man raised his head, revealing the twisted neck lines on his neck.

Wen Ye leaned slightly, put Song Yuan's arm hanging by his side on his shoulder, then looked sideways at the man next to him: "Let go."

"Who are you? You tell me to let go and I will let go?"

"Let go first." Wen Ye's voice was calm, but it made people feel chills, he stretched out his hand to wrap around Song Yuan's waist, and smiled lightly: "He's about to vomit."

Standing behind him, Shen Feng slightly bent towards the man: "Mr. Wen is Mr. Song's friend."

I don't know if the surname Wen, which is not very common in Qiancheng, played a role. Although the man was still dissatisfied on the face, he let go of his hand.Song Yuan almost fell into Wen Ye's arms, he raised his head reeking of alcohol, looked at him suspiciously, and muttered indistinctly: "Wen..."

Wen Ye couldn't hear the remaining word, whether it was "telling" or "no".

Wen Ye touched Song Yuan's face, raised his head to let Shen Feng send the others off, and then smiled at the man standing in front of him: "You forgive me."

Shen Feng quickly agreed, and then led the others to the parking lot.

Wen Ye stood with his arms around Song Yuan for a while, and then led him forward, the wind picked up, and the ends of Song Yuan's hair were stuck to Wen Ye's chin, in the heavy alcohol smell, Wen Ye Smell the clean smell of Song Yuan's hair.

They walked a few steps, Song Yuan suddenly pushed Wen Ye away, squatted by the wall, his eyebrows were drawn into a ball, and he looked like he was about to vomit.Wen Ye walked over and patted Song Yuan on the back, but Song Yuan just squatted motionless, with his head hanging down, as if he was asleep.

Wen Ye pinched Song Yuan's waist, pushed him against the wall, and forced him to stand still.

"Song Yuan." Wen Ye freed a hand, touched Song Yuan's hot eyelids, and said in a hoarse voice, "Look at me."

The light and shadow are dim, and beside the brick-red wall are tall foxtails, and the shadows of Wen Ye and Song Yuan are intertwined on the concrete floor.

Song Yuan half-closed his eyes and raised his head. He was so drunk that he couldn't control his strength. He slammed his head against the wall with some force. Wen Ye lowered his head and smiled, and put his palms on the back of Song Yuan's head.

Song Yuan's eyelids and neck were very red, and there was a seductive gleam on his lips. He looked at Wen Ye for a while, then suddenly raised his hand, wrapped his arms around Wen Ye's neck, and leaned towards him.

Wen Ye was stunned, he quickly pressed Song Yuan's shoulder, looked down at Song Yuan's slightly parted lips, and slightly trembling eyelashes.

Wen Ye raised his hand and touched Song Yuan's lips with his fingertips, it was very wet and soft.

"Are you going to kiss me?" Wen Ye asked hoarsely.

Song Yuan looked at him with bright and ignorant eyes, and nodded after a few seconds.

"How can you kiss as much as you want." Wen Ye showed a very gentle smile, he paused, and then said to Song Yuan: "I am very expensive."

Song Yuan, who had become stupid because of being drunk, took some time to understand Wen Ye's meaning, he seemed dissatisfied, and clicked his tongue lightly.He rested his head on Wen Ye's shoulder, felt in his trousers pocket, took out a heavy object, and stuffed it into Wen Ye's chest pocket.

Wen Ye glanced at it, it was the car key.

Song Yuan probably felt approved, he pressed the back of Wen Ye's neck, wanting to kiss him.

Wen Ye supported the wall with his hands, and the rough and dry wall rubbed against his palm, as if trying to cut his skin.

"Song Yuan." Wen Ye pinched Song Yuan's chin, lowered his head, and looked into Song Yuan's eyes, "You can kiss after seeing clearly."

Song Yuan's eyes were a little confused, the pink on his neck gradually stained his cheeks, and the line of his lips became blurred, like red oil paint on his lips.Song Yuan's lips parted slightly, his Adam's apple moved inaudibly, and the answer seemed ready to come out.

"Forget it." Wen Ye lowered his eyes and kissed Song Yuan's lips. He licked Song Yuan's lower lip seriously, and sighed softly, melting in the cold air.Pushing his knees against Song Yuan's legs, Wen Ye supported his waist with one hand, and held his fingers with the other hand, rubbing the slightly protruding knuckles with his fingertips.

Song Yuan kissed him, his body kept sliding down, and he gasped lightly.

"It's so cold." Song Yuan's lips moved a little, and just after he finished speaking, Wen Ye kissed him again.

Wen Ye let go of Song Yuan's hand, then opened his coat and wrapped Song Yuan in his arms.Excessive body temperature was like a life-saving straw in the cold wind, Song Yuan's head drooped, and his whole body was buried in Wen Ye's coat.

"When did you come here?" Song Yuan's voice was muffled and soft.

Wen Ye paused, lowered his head, touched Song Yuan's cold ear with his lips, and said, "Not long."

Song Yuan raised his head, his body seemed unsteady, and when he fell backwards, he raised his hand and tugged at the collar of Wen Ye's coat.Wen Ye fell towards Song Yuan, and when he was about to touch the tip of Song Yuan's nose, he stretched out his hand to support the wall.

In the blurred night, the gravel trembled with the wind, Song Yuan raised his chin, leaning against Wen Ye's ear, breathing hot and heavy.

"Then do you love me?" Song Yuan's foot moved, stepping on Wen Ye's instep.

Wen Ye stood still, in a trance, he heard the sound of rolling stones.Wen Ye turned his head and saw Shen Feng standing not far away with a dazed expression.She was still holding Song Yuan's coat in her hand, and the straps of the handbag slid off her shoulders. Shen Feng quickly adjusted it, and she smiled at Wen Ye.

The moonlight was calm, and Wen Ye could tell who Song Yuan wanted to ask the question.

But he still looked back, and wrapped Song Yuan tightly with his coat, blocking Shen Feng's sight on Song Yuan's face.It was an answer that had been prepared countless times, no matter whether Shen Feng would hear it or not, Wen Ye lowered his head and said "love" to Song Yuan in the not-so-romantic night.

Wen Ye kissed Song Yuan's trembling eyelashes, and repeated: "I love you."

I loved you a long time ago, I love you so much that I am dying, I want to eat you, I want to lick the mole under your collarbone, I want to plot evil, I want to be buried with you under the collapsed statue.

I know none of this is possible, I don't want anything.

I love you.