Counterfeit

The rain outside was falling rustlingly, the dark green floor tiles were washed clean, revealing the baroque carvings hidden by dust, and there were broken raindrops on the glass door, through which the world was temporarily magnified.

Wen Ye tilted his head, and at the same time when the flame touched the cigarette, he took a puff with some force, the smoke overflowed from his lips, Wen Ye squinted his eyes, and looked at the black cat outside the glass door for the fifth time.I don't know where it came from. When Wen Ye woke up in the morning, it sat on the tea table on the balcony, and it didn't leave even when it rained. It looked at him with those clear amber eyes.

It was very wet, its soft and fluffy hair stuck to its body in a bit of embarrassment, and water droplets hung on the tiny fluff on the tips of its ears. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, so it lowered its head and licked its paws.

Wen Ye looked at it for a while, bit the cigarette in his mouth, turned around and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of milk and an empty bowl, and returned to the glass door.He bent over, put the bowl on the ground, and poured the milk into it.

The slowly rising smoke was a bit smoky, Wen Ye pinched the smoke in his hand again, stood up, and looked at the cat outside the door with lowered eyelids.If you want to come in to shelter from the rain, or want something to eat, you must at least make a coquettish call, Wen Ye thought to himself with his left hand in his pants pocket.Not long after, the raindrops became heavier, and the driver was already waiting for him downstairs, but Wen Ye was wearing a suit and confronting a stray cat.

A large drop of water rolled down the eaves and hit the black cat's head with a slap. The slender pupils dilated a little. It froze there. After a few seconds, it shook its head wildly.

The cigarette in his hand was about to burn to the end, Wen Ye dusted off the ash, raised his hand, and pushed the glass door open a small crack.The kitten jumped down from the table and squeezed in through the crack of the door very naturally, its tail rubbed against Wen Ye's trousers, leaving a somewhat conspicuous water mark on the black fabric.

Wen Ye hooked the corners of his lips, squatted on the bed, and touched its ear with the hand that was not holding the cigarette: "I thought you were so ambitious."

The bowl of milk soon bottomed out, it raised its head, its black beard was covered with milky white milk, it stuck out its tongue, licked it several times, walked to Wen Ye's feet, and lay down on the back of his feet.The cold and wet touch quickly soaked through the cotton socks, Wen Ye raised his eyebrows, but did not move.

The cigarette in his hand was almost exhausted, Wen Ye stubbed out the cigarette, touched the kitten's chin with the hand that had smoked, and touched the wet fur with his fingertips, maybe he was not used to the smell of smoke, the next second , the kitten glanced at him and turned his head to one side.

Wen Ye was stunned for a moment, he stood up, took a step back, and gently pushed it towards the balcony door with his feet.But it lay still, until Wen Ye stopped pushing it, then it slowly stood up and lay down at Wen Ye's feet again.

Wen Ye laughed lightly, and tapped the kitten's head with his finger that had never touched a cigarette, and muttered to himself, "How can you just pick up a cat with such a bad personality?"

The weather in Xicheng is changeable, and the rain is frequent, but it comes and goes quickly. When he arrived at the company's underground parking lot, the rain had already lightened a lot.

Wen Ye stood at the elevator entrance, the number above his head continued to drop. When he reached the negative floor, the elevator door opened and Wen Ye walked in.Because the company is located on the top floor, before arriving at the company, the elevator doors opened and closed no less than ten times, and men and women in professional attire came in and out. The not-so-spacious elevator room was quickly occupied by various fragrances.

Finally reached the top floor, the moment the elevator door opened, Wen Ye received a message from the executive director of the company, saying that he would give him a surprise.

Wen Ye lowered his head, walking outside, just about to reply, Wen Ye heard a voice that made him a little dazed, Wen Ye raised his head, and quickly found the source of the sound in the huge office area.He stood sideways behind a green plant, wearing a camel coat that Wen Ye was familiar with, and raised his head slightly when speaking, with his neck and jaw line forming a beautiful line.

The man standing opposite him first noticed Wen Ye, raised his hand, and called Wen Ye's name: "Mr. Wen, look who's here!"

The corners of the raised lips of the other person froze for a second, and he turned around slowly. The thick green leaves covered his eyes and the tip of his nose, and Wen Ye saw him pursing his lips lightly.Wen Ye walked over and saw the man's browbones, eyes, and pale face little by little.

"Mr. Song is very interested in our high-end VIP hospital project, so he flew here from Qiancheng." Xu Feng's voice seemed a little excited, as if Song Yuan was a rich fool bestowed upon him by heaven.

"We've almost talked about the project, and I didn't know Mr. Xiao Wen and Mr. Song are old acquaintances?" Xu Feng glanced at Wen Ye, and the smile on his face didn't fade: "No wonder Mr. Wen is not in a hurry. It turns out Mr. Song is here Hold it here!"

Song Yuan came out from behind the green plants, looking very calm, the overcoat he had been wearing all the time seemed a bit loose, after a few seconds, he smiled, stretched out his hand to Wenye, and said in a relaxed voice: "I hope we can have a good cooperation."

Song Yuan's fingers are slender, and the purple blood vessels under the skin can be vaguely seen, and there is a small blood scab on the tiger's mouth, as if it was strained by opening a can.

"Vice President Liu is in charge of this project now." Wen Ye looked down at Song Yuan's hand, "President Song doesn't need to cooperate happily with me."

Wen Ye withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at him, bypassing Song Yuan's outstretched hand, walked straight to the office beside him, walked in and closed the door.Song Yuan put his hand down, because his hand was a little cold, he wanted to put his hand in the coat pocket, but accidentally rubbed against the diamond button on the side of the pocket, and pulled it to the wound on the tiger's mouth. The sudden pain made Song Yuan frowned.

But he quickly recovered, turned around, and smiled at Xu Feng who was standing aside.

Wen Ye sat in the office and read through the latest financial report and import and export declarations.Seeing Song Yuan, Wen Ye was calmer than he imagined, and he began to feel thankful that he had sorted out all the residue of his feelings and kept him calm.

When it was almost noon, Wen Ye received a message from Xie Mingxuan, asking him if he wanted to smoke one.

Wen Ye came out of the office, stood in front of the elevator, and glanced at the conference room. Song Yuan was sitting on a chair with his back to him, and he didn't know what he said. Xu Feng, who was opposite him, smiled happily.Song Yuan has this powerful special function, as long as he is willing, he will make everyone who talks to him smile happily.

But obviously, these people did not include Wen Ye.

Wen Ye walked into the elevator, lowered his head, and closed his eyes.

The rain outside had completely stopped, and overhead was a water-soaked, soft-looking blue sky.Xie Mingxuan stood at the door, saw Wen Ye coming, and took off the cigarette stuck behind his ear.

Wen Ye glanced at him with some disgust, Xie Mingxuan gave him a supercilious look, and said, "Whether you like smoking or not, this is the only one anyway."

Wen Ye took it with lowered eyelids, blew a few breaths on the filter before biting it in his mouth, Xie Mingxuan lit the lighter, Wen Ye tilted his head, and the smoke quickly ignited.

The cold wind blew across the tall buildings and fell on them in circles. Xie Mingxuan was shaking from the cold, his lips were purple from the cold.He took two quick puffs, threw the cigarette into the ashtray at hand, and said to Wen Ye with chattering teeth, "I'll go in first, it's too cold."

Wen Ye leaned against the pillar and nodded, the wind blew away the ashes he had just smoked, and the sparks became brighter.After a few seconds, Wen Ye heard the sound of the automatic revolving door starting, and then camel-colored clothes.

Song Yuan stood in front of him, holding a cigarette in his hand.

As if rehearsing many times, Song Yuan straightened his mouth and said to him, "What a coincidence."

Wen Ye lowered his eyes and looked at Song Yuan quietly. The two of them were silent for a while, probably sure that Wen Ye would not answer the conversation. Song Yuan seemed to have set some automatic program and said, "Do you have a fire? I forgot to bring it. .”

As if afraid of Wen Ye's questioning, Song Yuan went on to say: "I also started smoking."

Wen Ye stood up straighter, put the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray, tapped it with his index finger, brushed off the ash, and bit the cigarette in his mouth again.Song Yuan didn't intend to leave, he stood aside, the wind blew his hair a little messy.

"The lighter belongs to someone else." Wen Ye looked at Song Yuan, and after a while, he said, "You can light the one I'm smoking now."

Wen Ye was almost half a head taller than Song Yuan, and he was still biting the cigarette, with no intention of taking it down.Song Yuan stood for a while, approached a little closer, and took the cigarette in his hand. Before he could meet Mars, he heard a voice above his head: "You have to smoke to light it."

Song Yuan raised his eyes and met Shang Wenye's very dark eyes.Song Yuan followed Wen Ye's example and bit the cigarette in his mouth. He raised his head, but still couldn't reach it.Wen Ye just looked down at him, stood up straight, and didn't intend to bow his head.The orange filter tip was bitten by Song Yuan with a deep tooth mark, and Song Yuan moved closer, standing on tiptoe, trying to smell the flames on the wild smoke.

When they were about to touch each other, the legs that had been standing on tiptoe suddenly softened, and Song Yuan unconsciously fell to the side. Wen Ye, who had been standing still, quickly stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder.They were very close, and Song Yuan could smell the clean laundry detergent on Wen Ye's body, but as soon as he stood firm, Wen Ye let go.

Wen Ye smoked away the cigarette Song Yuan was biting into his mouth, lowered his head, faced the flame on his own cigarette, and lit Song Yuan's cigarette.

Song Yuan took the cigarette and took a puff, not daring to pass his lungs, held it for a while before spitting it out.Before he could figure out how to start the next topic with Wen Ye, he heard Wen Ye's very low voice.

"I don't know what you want to do." Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, Wen Ye just looked at him, and then continued: "But, don't apply what you did to Wen Shu to me."

Song Yuan took a step forward, holding the cigarette in a very unnatural posture, with the cigarette butt down, and the sparks were about to burn his coat, but he didn't seem to notice.

"I'm not." Song Yuan's throat tightened, he stared at the folds of Wen Ye's shirt, and said quickly: "I just want to help you, you just took over the company, those old shareholders must want to trip you up Son, you started a new project—”

Wen Ye didn't seem to want to hear what he said, so he interrupted Song Yuan calmly, and asked indifferently, "What does this have to do with you?"

Song Yuan's half of the words got stuck in his throat, and there was a slight tingling at the corner of his mouth.

"Song Yuan, you don't have to feel guilty about what happened in the past. I like you willingly. Even if you are cheap, I am willing." Wen Ye spoke slowly, looked down at Song Yuan, and said without any ups and downs in his voice : "So getting here is enough."

You are finally in love with Wen Shu, you go to him, Wen Ye didn't say the rest of the sentence.

Beads of blood emerged from the corner of Song Yuan's lips, and Wen Ye's chest felt a little tight. He looked away and saw that the burning cigarette in Song Yuan's hand had touched his coat.

Wen Ye took a step forward, bent slightly, frowned and smoked away the cigarette in Song Yuan's hand, and threw his cigarette into the ashtray together.When turning to leave, Wen Ye paused for a moment, turned sideways, and said to Song Yuan: "Smoking is not suitable for you, don't learn it."