Counterfeit

Wen Ye opened the curtains, and the bright masculinity filled the whole room. Song Yuan, who was sitting on the bed, frowned and squinted his eyes. Wen Ye pulled the curtains back a little.The pure white bedding was divided into two halves, Song Yuan sat in the shadow, his eyes looked a little dull.

Wen Ye flicked his hair a few times, and tiny drops of water floated in the air. He raised his hand and rubbed his right wrist: "The wrist is so sore."

Song Yuan had no expression on his face, and his back stiffened.

"How can you be so clingy." Wen Ye stood by the window against the light, his fingers loosely wrapped around his wrist, "Look around my neck, and don't say anything to let me go—"

"Understood." Song Yuan interrupted quickly, he sat up straight, "You can go out now."

Wen Ye let out a cry, he pulled on his slippers and went out of the house. Not long after, Song Yuan heard the sound of a hair dryer.

Song Yuan got off the bed, looked at the marks on the bed sheet that were too dark, his face became hot, and he stretched out his hand and pulled the bed sheet off annoyedly. The quilt fell on the ground with the movement. Song Yuan glanced at it, bent down to pick it up and threw it away. corner.

The smell of alcohol on his body was almost gone, Song Yuan took off his crumpled shirt, held it in his hand for a while, and threw it into the laundry basket.The second after the sound of the hair dryer stopped, Song Yuan put on a bathrobe and pushed open the door of the master bedroom bathroom.

Song Yuan took a shower, the water was not too hot, but enough to wake him up.He got dressed and was about to go downstairs, when he smelled the aroma of food near the stairs.He went down the stairs and saw Wen Ye who was leaning against the kitchen bar and fiddling with his mobile phone. There were fried eggs on the plate in front of him and soft-looking toast.

"Will you drink milk or coffee?" Song Yuan approached a little, Wen Ye put down his phone, stood up straighter and asked him.

Song Yuan didn't answer, he lowered his eyes and saw the messy apron hanging around Wen Ye's neck.

"Then drink milk." Wen Ye pushed the glass of milk to Song Yuan.

The edge of the poached egg was browned, he knew that Shen Feng would buy him a good breakfast, but he still picked up the chopsticks, picked them up and took a bite.It tastes better than expected. Song Yuan thinks that the eggs are of a better variety, and he plans to let Shen Feng buy eggs of this brand in the future.

Song Yuan stood on the edge of the bar and quickly finished his somewhat too simple breakfast. He walked out of the house and saw the black car parked under the steps.Seeing him coming out, the driver came down and opened the door for him. Song Yuan glanced at him before getting in the car. He was a driver he had never seen before.

After not sitting in the back seat for a long time, Song Yuan frowned. He stretched out his hand and reopened the car door that had just been closed.

The driver had just fastened his seat belt and seemed to hear a voice. He turned around and asked hesitantly, "What's wrong with Mr. Song?"

Facing the dark circles under the man's eyes, Song Yuan asked expressionlessly, "Are you smoking?"

The man froze for a moment, then showed a flattering smile: "No."

Song Yuan didn't answer, just stared at him, the man seemed to be looking hairy, and after a while he said: "Before driving, I smoked one outside..."

Song Yuan raised his chin slightly, let out a light breath, and tapped twice impatiently with his fingers on his knee.

"The remaining half was smoked in the car..." Seemingly unable to tell whether Song Yuan was angry, the man hurriedly added: "I smoked with the window open, mainly because I was afraid that it would be too late—"

Song Yuan didn't want to hear the second half of the sentence, so he got out of the car, stood on the steps and called Shen Feng.

Before the phone was connected, the door behind him suddenly opened, Song Yuan turned sideways, and saw Wen Ye with a black plastic bag in his hand.As if he didn't expect that he hadn't left yet, Wen Ye was taken aback for a moment, and asked him what's the matter in an angry voice.

Shen Feng quickly answered the phone, Song Yuan looked away and asked, "Where's Uncle Liu?"

"Uncle Liu had his driver's license revoked yesterday because of drunk driving." Seemingly aware of Song Yuan's displeasure, Shen Feng continued, "I asked the company's new driver to pick you up. He hasn't arrived yet."

"Here we are." Song Yuan replied briefly, and his eyes once again fell on Wen Ye who was wearing home clothes. He walked back after throwing out the trash, with his hands in his pockets and two different sneakers on his feet. Like an ignorant bastard.

Wen Ye didn't go back, he walked around to the car and greeted the driver standing beside him with a smile.

"He smoked in the car." Song Yuan said to Shen Feng, "Today I will go by myself, you can find another driver."

Song Yuan hung up the phone, and the two people standing beside the car looked over. Song Yuan paused and said, "Drive the car away."

The driver seemed to want to defend himself. He opened his mouth anxiously, but in the end he only said sorry. The car left quickly, leaving behind a pungent exhaust smell.Song Yuan turned around, pushed open the half-hidden door, took out the car keys in the cloth bag, and when he was about to walk down the steps, Wen Ye stood in front of him.

"You drank too much yesterday." Wen Ye lowered his eyes and said, "I'll see you off."

Before Song Yuan could refuse, Wen Ye raised his hand and quickly took the car keys from Song Yuan's hand.He jumped down the steps in two or three steps, went around to the garage and drove the car out.

Wen Ye got out of the car, put his arms on the car door, and said to Song Yuan with a smile: "Recently, I have charged a lot for playing games, and money is tight. Please, Mr. Song, pay me the market price."

Song Yuan stood at the door for a while, reached out to close the door, walked down, and got into the car.

The car passed through the path full of green plants, and the sunlight instantly became intense and dazzling. Song Yuan closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, the visor above his head had been pulled down. Wen Ye didn't look at him, and retracted his hands. Put it back on the steering wheel.

The overly long sleeves were pulled up to the elbow by Wen Ye, revealing the slightly protruding blue blood vessels under the skin, as well as the forearm that looked very powerful.

"What game are you playing?" Song Yuan asked him.

Wen Ye tapped his fingers on the steering wheel for a moment, turned his head sideways, met Song Yuan's eyes, and after a few seconds, he smiled and said, "You might drive me out of the car if you say my name."

Probably some vulgar and childish game, Song Yuan looked away and didn't ask again.

Wen Ye's car was driving very slowly. Song Yuan checked his watch twice and found that Wen Ye took 21 minutes longer than the driver. The car finally stopped downstairs at the company. Song Yuan unbuckled his seat belt and took a look at Wen Ye before getting out of the car. .

"I have to work overtime at night, so you don't need to come here." Song Yuan opened the car door, and said to Wen Ye, "Remember to take your medicine."

Wen Ye lay on the steering wheel, nodded slightly, and made a goodbye gesture.There should be nothing else to say, Song Yuan closed the door, approached the glass door, and then disappeared from Wen Ye's sight.

Wen Ye sat in the car for a while, then turned around and went home.

Probably to punish him for deliberately taking a long way, on the way home, Wen Ye encountered seven red lights in a row, four of which took a long time.While waiting for the green light, Wen Ye couldn't help but think about Song Yuan again. Sometimes he thought Song Yuan was very smart, for example, he could see the loopholes in the report without spending too much time.

Sometimes he felt that Song Yuan was stupid. He heard that Shu was about to get engaged, so why didn't he know how to look back at him.

After a while, Wen Ye returned to the villa, parked the car in the garage, and entered the living room through the back door.Standing in a somewhat empty house, Wen Ye remembered that when he first came in, the whole house was lifeless, the floor was cold, the crystal chandelier was bright, and the air smelled of freshener.

Song Yuan, who was wearing a solid-color T-shirt, stood beside the sofa and said to him with an unnatural expression, "You will live here from now on."

Thinking of this, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sudden ringing of the doorbell. Wen Ye glanced at the folder on the coffee table and knew that Song Yuan forgot to take something again.He walked to the door, put his hand on the golden doorknob, and pressed down with some force.

The door opened, and the sun fell on Wen Ye's eyelids, but he stubbornly refused to blink.

"Why are you here?"

Wen Shu, who was wearing a suit, stood outside the door and asked him aloud.

A gust of wind blew over, and Wen Ye felt his fingertips were blown cold by the wind, and his fingers holding the metal handle were tightened. Wen Ye looked at the news about the suit and leather shoes, and felt that a certain organ in his body was A silent leak.

"Then what about you." Wen Ye twitched the corners of his mouth, looked down at Wen Shu's empty hand, "What are you doing here?"

Wen Shu looked at him for a while, then reached out his hand and took out a piece of dark blue rectangular cardboard from his pocket.

"Last time Song Yuan said he wanted to see this photography exhibition."

The dark blue face with gold wax varnish looks expensive.

"Then give me one too." Wen Ye raised his eyes, smiled and said to Wen Shu: "I want to see it too." Wen Shu paused, and looked at him with some doubts: "I only got one, I remember You don't like this kind of exhibition——" "Will Lu Keying go?" Wen Ye stared at Wen Shu's face that was almost identical to his, and asked again: "It's still just you and Song Yuan."

Wen Shu's shadow stretched long on the carpet in front of the door. He stood for a while before saying, "It's just me and Song Yuan."