Counterfeit

The damp and cold city of Qiancheng has the momentum to penetrate into the cracks of bones, the color of the sky and the concrete floor are very similar, Shen Feng watched the tall man open the car door, and gently helped her boss into the back seat.After making sure that Song Yuan was seated properly, he straightened up, turned around and lowered his eyes, and said to her, "Can I trouble you to drive the car?"

Wen Ye's voice was very hoarse, and Shen Feng froze for a moment before saying yes.

It was very late at night, in order to shorten the time, Shen Feng chose the shortest road, the street lights illuminated the speed bump painted with luminous paint, drove off the viaduct, and the car turned into the arched tunnel on the right.

The tunnel was very bright, Shen Feng folded down the visor above his head, and subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror.

Wen Ye's shoulders were placed very low, Song Yuan closed his eyes and leaned his head on Wen Ye's shoulders.It seemed that the light of the tunnel was too dazzling, Song Yuan frowned lightly, Wen Ye, who was in a daze with downcast eyes, turned his head sideways, looked at him for a while, and raised his hand to cover Song Yuan's eyes.The tunnel was straight and long, and as it got closer and closer to the circular exit, Shen Feng took another look, and Wen Ye still maintained that posture.

Maybe it was because her gaze was too piercing, Wen Ye suddenly raised his head, and Shen Feng was caught by him.

"Sorry." Shen Feng paused before saying.

When the car drove out of the tunnel, Wen Ye's eyes dimmed by the light, he sat in a shadow, put down his hand covering Song Yuan's eyes, smiled and said it was all right.

The villa area where Song Yuan lived was close to the mountain, because the car was too quiet, the wind outside the window seemed loud, but soon, they arrived at their destination.Shen Feng parked the car at the door, unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car. Not long after, Wen Ye also got down from the back seat.He walked up the steps, opened the white door first, and turned around.

"Thank you for your hard work today." Wen Ye was originally standing on the steps, but after seeing Shen Feng with his neck up, he walked down the steps.

"I'll call a car for you." Wen Ye continued.

"No need, I can just take a taxi back home." Shen Feng said, "Mr. Song can't use up the transportation allowances given to me every month."

Shen Feng thought this sentence was very common, but Wen Ye lowered his eyes, paused for a moment before smiling and said: "How can he be so generous."

Shen Feng couldn't do the thing of slandering the boss behind his back, she smiled and didn't answer, Wen Ye stubbornly called a car for her, then stood silently aside, his eyes fell on the neatly manicured green lawn on the right.

"Can you not tell Song Yuan that I went to see him tonight." Wen Ye said naturally, his eyes still falling into the distance.

Shen Feng was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I can't lie to the boss—"

Wen Ye smiled, and he told Shen Feng: "As long as you don't bring it up, he won't ask you."

Shen Feng turned his head and glanced at him, then nodded.

The screen of the mobile phone Wen Ye held in his hand lit up, he looked down, and said slowly, "The car is here."

The black car with high beams on drove in around the bend, Shen Feng took a few steps forward, and stopped again, Chong Wenye nodded as farewell.Shen Feng got into the car, and after telling the driver the address, the car started up again.

Getting farther and farther away from the villa in the center of the lake, perhaps driven by curiosity, Shen Feng turned around, and through the rear windshield, she saw her boss being picked up and walked into the villa.

Wen Ye casually took off his shoes in the hall. He walked up the stairs barefoot, stopped at the corner of the second floor, raised his leg and kicked open the half-hidden bedroom door. Wen Ye knelt on one knee beside the bed, and put Song Yuan on In the soft bedding, the movements are light.

Faint light came in through the gaps in the curtains, Song Yuan's eyelashes were dense and long, and shadows fell on his face.Wen Ye looked at him for a while, then stretched out his hand to encircle Song Yuan's wrist, it was very thin and cool, with dense purple blood vessels winding under the skin, it looked as if it would break with a little force.

Wen Ye leaned over in the dark, and kissed Song Yuan's wrist. When he was about to get up again, Song Yuan, who was lying still, suddenly raised his hand to wrap his neck around his neck, and pressed his forehead against Wen Ye's neck. nest.

The high body temperature made the air and bedding ambiguous, Wen Ye was stunned for a few seconds, raised his hand and pushed Song Yuan's shoulder, but did not push away.

"What are you doing?" Wen Ye leaned into Song Yuan's ear and asked him in a low voice.

Song Yuan didn't speak, but just hooked Wen Ye's neck with his hands, and rubbed his head against his body several times, his broken hair curled up due to static electricity.Wen Ye looked at it for a while, then stretched out his hand to touch Song Yuan's hair, the broken hair that had been raised up was sucked in Wen Ye's palm, Wen Ye lowered his eyes and smiled.

He stretched out his hand to support Song Yuan's back, supported the edge of the bed with the other hand, and sat on the bed against the head of the bed.

Wen Ye asked Song Yuan to straddle him, with his chin resting on his shoulder, and his whole body seemed to be boneless, lying limply on his body.Through the thin fabric, they exchange body temperature and feel the heat.

The light and shadow fell on the edge of the carpet, and the love surged, as if it was full and was about to overflow.

Wen Ye sighed for a long time, his fingers ran down his body, and touched his own hot body.Song Yuan was too tight to him, his chest was rising and falling, he was panting vaguely, and there was also the smell of alcohol floating in the air.

The hand covering the back slowly slid down, along the sunken back groove, and put his fingers on Song Yuan's waist. Perhaps because of the itching, Song Yuan pushed his hips forward, and put his arm around Wen Ye's back neck to his body. Tan, when he was about to approach, Wen Ye grabbed his wrist with some force, as if out of dissatisfaction, Song Yuan let out a very light, but very viscous moan.

Wen Ye clasped Song Yuan's waist harder. He lowered his head and kissed Song Yuan's forehead first, then the center of the eyebrows, the tip of the nose, and the chin.Wen Ye's thumb rubbed against Song Yuan's flat and straight collarbone, he closed his eyes, and opened them again.

As if playing a prank, Wen Ye silently touched Song Yuan's eyelashes with his fingertips, Song Yuan moved slightly, and his whole body shrank even tighter in Wen Ye's arms.

"You will make me very nasty." Wen Ye's voice was low, like a lifeless dark gray sky.

Song Yuan didn't move, so Wen Ye became a bad guy, he lifted Song Yuan's chin, and kissed Song Yuan a greedy and long kiss.

Song Yuan's drunken night was very broken, and his short and vague memory was composed of thin sweat, touching, and heat, like a black and white TV with poor picture quality in the early 80s.

Song Yuan opened his eyes on the bed, seeing the snow-white ceiling and the still brown crystal chandelier.Perhaps because the dream was too real, Song Yuan sat up from the bed, put his fingers on the corner of the quilt, and lifted the quilt hesitantly.

The champagne-colored bed sheet was not smooth, Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, moved his right leg to the side, and saw a few traces of too dark color under his body.Probably because his brain was not clear enough after being soaked in alcohol all night, Song Yuan stopped for a while, and stretched out his hand to touch it.

The fresh scent of shower gel mixed in the air, Song Yuan turned his head and saw Wen Ye at the door.

He should have just taken a shower, his face was a little red from the heat, his half-wet black hair was dripping, leaving a series of water stains on the light-colored T-shirt.

Song Yuan looked at Wen Ye for a while, and asked a somewhat stupid question: "Why did you take a shower in the morning?"

Wen Ye pushed back a few strands of wet hair that fell on his forehead, he didn't speak, but bent his eyes and showed a very cheerful smile.