Counterfeit

The next morning, the light was very dim, Song Yuan opened his eyes, and it took him a few more seconds to recover. He sat up from the bed, went to the bathroom to wash up, Song Yuan changed his clothes, and went downstairs.

Halfway up the stairs, Song Yuan saw Wen Ye standing at the door. He was wearing a black coat and was bending over to put on his shoes.

"Do you want to go out?" Song Yuan asked him.

Wen Ye glanced back at him, then turned back quickly, opened the door and walked out without saying a word.

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, although he didn't know what was wrong, he felt that Wen Ye was angry, but he quickly regained his composure, went to the closet to change into a slightly thicker coat, and went out with the computer.

The moment the door was pushed open, the cold wind blew mercilessly on his face, Song Yuan unconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw the car parked at the door.Wen Ye sat in the driver's seat with his eyes downcast, his fingers on the steering wheel with his right hand, and his eyebrows looked deeper through the window glass.

Song Yuan walked down the stairs, opened the car door, and said after a pause, "You don't have to see me off today."

"I can call the driver—" Song Yuan didn't continue, because Wen Ye didn't seem to be listening. He lowered his eyes and didn't know where he was looking.Song Yuan stood beside the car for a while, and then got into the car.

The air conditioner in the car has been turned on, and the temperature inside the car is warmer than at home. Song Yuan started to sweat after sitting for a while. He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and shook it twice.Sensing the gaze on his body, Song Yuan turned his head sideways, and Wen Ye looked at the car in front of him, without looking at him.

Song Yuan turned his head and looked out the window. In fact, there was nothing to see, the gloomy sky, brittle and withered branches, and pedestrians with restless faces and fast pace.

Song Yuan looked at it for a while, and then stopped looking at it.

The mirrored building where the company is located is getting closer and closer, Song Yuan thought about it, and said to Wen Ye: "If you have nothing to do today, let's go to the hospital."

"You can get well sooner."

Wen Ye parked the car, and after a while, he whispered yes.

Song Yuan didn't speak any more, he got out of the car, walked to the company, and after walking a few steps, he raised his hand to fasten the button on his collar again.While waiting for the elevator, Song Yuan received a message from Shen Feng, saying that he would arrive later because he missed the last subway.

The elevator door opened, and Song Yuan replied in the elevator that it was okay, but because there was no signal, the text message could not be sent.

With a ding, the elevator door reopened, and Song Yuan looked up. Several men in suits and leather shoes surrounded his office. The man standing at the front was wearing an iron gray suit, holding an envelope in his hand, and his face was full of tears. Red light, drooping eyes wide open.

It seemed that someone saw Song Yuan, and lightly bumped the man who was talking loudly with his shoulder, his voice dropped, and everyone looked at him.

Song Yuan took off his coat, walked over, and nodded lightly at the man: "Uncle."

Song Cheng tilted his neck, cleared his throat pretentiously, and said, "You've never been late before, did something delay you at home? Actually——"

"Uncle." Song Yuan interrupted him, his eyes swept over the faces of the others, and fell on Song Cheng's face that couldn't hide his joy again, "What's the matter with you?"

"Of course there are." Song Cheng raised his hand and knocked on the closed glass door of the office, "But we have to go in and talk."

There was no expression on Song Yuan's face, Song Cheng moved forward slightly, touched Song Yuan's hand with the envelope in his hand, then lowered his voice, and said to him hesitantly: "Nephew, uncle, this is for Hello, save face for you."

Song Yuan moved back a little, stretched his hand away from the people who were crowded in front, and opened the office door with the electronic key.

"The office is too small." Song Yuan looked at Song Cheng, "Just come in if you have something to say."

Song Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then his face darkened. A few men Song Yuan hadn't seen much followed Song Cheng into the office and closed the door.Perhaps it was because Shen Feng hadn't come yet, the windows of the office hadn't been opened all night, and the closed space was filled with the pungent smell of detergent, Song Yuan didn't look at Song Cheng who was standing by the door, turned around and raised his hand to open it. window.

Song Cheng was more impatient than Song Yuan, seeing that Song Yuan didn't take the initiative to ask, he spoke first.

"It's not that the uncle said you. After being the leader for so many years, why are you so careless in doing things!" Song Cheng took two steps forward, and threw the envelope that he had been clutching in his hand on the table with a big gesture. The not-too-tight seal comes loose to reveal the corners of the photo paper inside.

Song Yuan glanced down, but didn't intend to pick it up.

"Uncle doesn't care what you want to do outside." Song Cheng picked up the envelope, and shook out all the photos inside, using a lot of strength, as if he couldn't wait to show his achievements.

"But this time, if it wasn't for my uncle's extensive connections and contacts in online media companies, our company would have shown its face in the entertainment section!"

Song Yuan paused for a while, then picked up the photo, the photo paper was very grainy, it looked like it had been enlarged, and the light noise made everything on the photo invisible.

Even so, Song Yuan could still see that one of the kissing protagonists in the photo was himself, and the other one also looked familiar.

"At the beginning, I heard people say that you raised a little boy at home. I didn't believe it. I explained to people everywhere that my nephew is a stable person." Song Cheng glanced at Song Yuan, seeing that he still had no expression, his voice amplified a little: "I didn't expect, I didn't expect, you really do such a mess!"

"I'm really sorry for my brother's spirit in heaven! I couldn't teach you well!"

Song Cheng's voice sounded crying, Song Yuan put down the photo, glanced at him, howled for a long time, his whole face was wrinkled together, and he didn't even have a single tear.

Seeing Song Yuan looking at him, Song Cheng cried even harder.

Outside the translucent floor-to-ceiling windows are thick and full clouds, which seem to be very close to the ground, as if they will fall at any time.

"Uncle, follow me."

Seeing Song Cheng calm down, Song Yuan smiled, and then said: "The one who called me to be the driver last time is also yours."

Song Cheng paused for a few seconds before remembering to be angry, and just about to have an attack, Song Yuan said again: "Then how do you want to deal with it?"

Song Cheng coughed, and the man who had been standing behind him said, "If Vice President Song hadn't handled it properly this time and suppressed the scandal in time, the consequences this time would have been disastrous."

"So several of our shareholders suggested that a general meeting of shareholders be held, and several major shareholders redistribute equity."

Song Yuan lowered his head, put his hands on the edge of the desk, and raised his head after listening to the words.

"So now, uncles, do you think my sexual orientation is something you hold onto?" Song Yuan stood up slightly, smiled and blinked.

The car stopped at the entrance of the building, but Wen Ye hadn't left yet.

He originally wanted to smoke a cigarette, so he asked the doorman for one, but not long after he lit it, a gust of wind blew the overheated cigarette apart.The sparks turned off as soon as they lit up, and for some reason, Wen Ye thought it was funny, so he bent over and laughed for a long time.

There was still a small half of the cigarette left, Wen Ye held the cigarette between his fingertips, leaned lazily against the car door, and counted the windows of the mirrored building in front of him with his head raised.Song Yuan's office is on the 27th floor, Wen Ye squinted his eyes slightly, and counted windows one by one, but he always messed up halfway through the count, but he was very patient and could start over and over again.

Counting up to the number of times, Wen Ye saw Shen Feng coming out of the subway station diagonally opposite. She stepped on inconvenient high heels and ran towards the gate.

Getting closer, Wen Ye called Shen Feng's name, Shen Feng stopped and looked around, but still couldn't find anyone calling him.

Wen Ye raised the hand holding the cigarette, and shook it loudly twice, Shen Feng paused, and walked towards him.

"You are a secretary, why did you come later than the boss." Wen Ye joked with a smile, but Shen Feng frowned at him with a complicated expression.

Wen Ye suppressed his smile, lowered his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

Shen Feng glanced at him again, paused, and then said: "You...Vice President Song seems to know about you and President Song..."

"Maybe someone saw it that night, and now Mr. Song himself is—"

Before Shen Feng finished speaking, Wen Ye, who was leaning limply against the car door, ran away. He jumped up the steps in three steps at a time. He ran very fast. The wind bulged his open coat, and soon he Disappeared through the glass revolving door.

The elevator stopped on the 27th floor, Wen Ye got out of the elevator, stepped on the dark blue short-pile carpet, and walked straight to the office at the end of the corridor.The woman at the front desk was stunned for a moment, and when Wen Ye walked in, she chased him out and asked if he had an appointment.

Wen Ye didn't speak, and stopped in front of the glass door with the shutters closed, raised his hand and knocked on the door twice.

Without waiting for the people inside to speak, Wen Ye pushed open the door on his own, and said with a smile, "Sorry to interrupt everyone."

Wen Ye walked in. This was the first time he entered Song Yuan's office. It was just as he imagined, with wooden floors, iron-gray walls, white wall lamps, cold and hard light, a large desk, and Standing aside, Song Yuan was obviously taken aback.

"You forgot to take the car keys." Wen Ye's voice was very soft, he lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand, and put the keys on the table.

The door was pushed open again, and the woman in work clothes bowed to them and stammered, "This man sneaked in, I can't stop him...do I need to call the police?"

"No need." Song Yuan looked at Wen Ye, pursed his lips, and said, "Go out."

As soon as the door closed, Song Cheng, who was standing aside, came to his senses. Pointing at Wen Ye's face, he asked loudly, "Where did you come from? Are you allowed to break into the office at will!"

"Sorry." Wen Ye turned around, smiled at Song Cheng, took out a light gray business card from his pocket and handed it over: "I forgot to introduce, my name is Wen."

Song Cheng glanced at it, saw the bronzing characters on it, and asked in disbelief, "Mr. Wen Yishan is..."

"It's my father." Wen Ye answered quickly. He turned around and walked to Song Yuan's side. When he saw the photo on the table, he picked it up and smiled lightly.

"Why did you take such an ugly picture of me." Wen Ye shook the photo in his hand at Song Yuan with a relaxed tone.

The air became quiet, the wind flowing outside the window made a faint sound, and the light spots fell into Wen Ye's eyes. He closed his eyes lightly, and tilted his head slightly.

"President Xiao Wen, this kind of joke can't be played casually."

"You are rich and powerful, how could you be raised by my nephew at home—" Song Cheng smiled, and he took two steps forward, reaching out to grab Wen Ye's shoulder, but Wen Ye blocked him up.

"I just like this one." Wen Ye stood in front of Song Yuan, blocking the sight of others falling on Song Yuan, and the hand hanging by his side went around behind his back, and lightly touched the back of Song Yuan's hand, Wen Ye said With the corners of his mouth pursed, he looked down at Song Cheng: "Do you have any comments?"