Counterfeit

Song Yuan helped Wen Ye to the bed. The smell of alcohol on Wen Ye's body made Song Yuan frowned. The drunk Wen Ye looked a little more unapproachable than usual. The little news chief in the industry.

Song Yuan walked out lightly, Xie Mingxuan was standing in the corridor, seeing him coming out, his back straightened unconsciously.

As the night approached, only the wall lamps were still on in the hotel corridors, and the orange oval light bulbs looked like a dim moon.Song Yuan stood for a while, and felt something touch his leg, he lowered his head, it was a black cat.Song Yuan reflexively took a few steps back, then lowered his head, looked at the little thing for a while, then stretched out his feet, pushed its stomach, and pushed it back through the crack of the door.

Sensing the gaze on him, Song Yuan raised his eyelids and said, "Did you send it?"

Xie Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, and realized that he was talking about the cat. He shook his head several times: "Wen Ye picked it up."

Song Yuan didn't speak, he stood against the wall with his arms crossed, like a company leader recruiting for a school.

"When did you know him?"

"One class in junior high school, and then the first and second grades in senior high school. Later, he transferred to another school."

"That's a good relationship."

"Yes." Facing Song Yuan's gaze, Xie Mingxuan paused, and added: "It's not that good either."

Song Yuan didn't speak anymore, he stood against the wall, his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, after a while, Xie Mingxuan heard Song Yuan ask, "What was he like when he was young?"

Xie Mingxuan paused for a while, and said: "I don't study much, I run fast, and I shoot three-pointers very accurately. The love letter is stuffed into half a drawer, and even if I don't open it, I will keep it well."

Song Yuan listened quietly, the color of the chestnut hair reflected by the light became lighter, just as he thought, Wen Ye is a very good person, from childhood to adulthood.

It's a pity that good people always have bad rewards, and Wen Ye met him.

Xie Mingxuan stood with Song Yuanqian for nearly 10 minutes, halfway Xie Mingxuan coughed tentatively, but Song Yuan didn't seem to hear, just stared at the geometric patterns on the carpet in a daze, and Xie Mingxuan misinterpreted Song Yuan's behavior as punishment , he cleared his throat, and said very sincerely: "President Song, I'm really a straight man."

In order to completely remove the suspicion, Xie Mingxuan added another sentence: "Compared to me, Wen Ye and the company's new manager are closer, and we eat together at noon every day."

The added sentence was more useful. Song Yuan raised his head, looked at Xie Mingxuan, and repeated: "Let's eat together."

Xie Mingxuan nodded, Song Yuan looked a little confused, he stood for a while, without saying goodbye to Xie Mingxuan, walked sideways into the room, and closed the door.

The temperature in the room was higher than that in the corridor, and Song Yuan fell into the sudden darkness. He walked towards the bed in the dark, and stopped when he stepped on the foot of the bed.He stood at the end of the bed, gradually getting used to the darkness. Wen Ye's facial features became clear. Song Yuan climbed onto the bed and sat beside Wen Ye, looking at Wen Ye's chest rising and falling as he breathed, and his slightly peeled lips. There was a thin layer of sweat on the palms.

The physical reaction made Song Yuan feel a little strange. He didn't often solve his physical needs. Occasionally, when he was alone at home, he would be sexually aroused by the snow-white flesh entangled on the bed on the screen, but Wen Ye didn't show a little at the moment. excess skin.Even though he realized that this was a bad omen, Song Yuan still lifted the quilt and put his fingers on Wen Ye's forearm.

Through the thin fabric, Song Yuan felt Wen Ye's excessive body temperature, and his finger moved up, stayed on his shoulder for a few seconds, and then touched Wen Ye's chin.The faintly growing beard stubble was a bit thorny, Song Yuan paused for a while, probably because his hands were too cold, Wen Ye frowned slightly, but did not wake up.

In fact, he is not so similar to Wen Shu, Wen Ye's nose joints are more obvious, and his brow bones are higher.Looking at Wen Ye's face, Song Yuan couldn't help thinking why he wasn't tempted so long ago.Be more patient when giving him lectures, and you should cheer for him when he shoots a beautiful three-pointer. When you keep moving forward, turn your head once, and he will be able to see Wenye.

But he strangled everything on the night of his birthday.

Song Yuan didn't continue to think about it, because the lying person woke up at some point, with dry and hot fingers grabbing his wrist.Song Yuan raised his eyes, met Shang Wenye's eyes in the dark, looked at him frowning indifferently, and asked him: "What are you doing."

This question is not difficult to answer, Song Yuan smiled, and said to him: "Can't you see it?" Song Yuan wanted to pull out his wrist, but Wen Ye's strength was so strong that he moved a bit, but couldn't break free.

"Who let you in." Wen Ye asked him with downcast eyes.

"I can come in if I want." Song Yuan's voice sounded confident, Wen Ye supported the mattress with his elbows, he sat up a little, looked at Song Yuan who was pressing on his lap, moved his body away, and let go of his hands opened.

"Go out." Wen Ye said.

Song Yuan sat straighter, with his head lowered, the skin on the back of his neck was rubbed red by the trademark on the back of his collar, he raised his eyebrows lightly, and said to himself: "I heard that you have found a new manager. Man, what do you look like?"

Because Song Yuan didn't look up, he couldn't see Wen Ye's expression, so Song Yuan acquiesced that Wen Ye started to meet new people.Song Yuan was already very mean, but in the dimly lit room, the dark viciousness spread faster, and Song Yuan heard his own dry voice: "Don't eat with unfamiliar subordinates, you will lose your temper after being found out." affect subsequent management."

"Or are you not planning to be a subordinate with him? Want to do something else—"

Wen Ye laughed. In the darkness, the sound of rubbing clothes and bedding was inappropriately ambiguous. Wen Ye leaned back and looked at Song Yuan, alcohol gradually eroding his calmness.

"I really don't know what you want to do." Wen Ye's eyes turned cold, as if he was watching the clumsy performance of an eighteen-line actor, "You were the one who made the choice from the beginning to the end, but now you are sitting here with a very serious expression on your face." I can't bear to look like me."

"So what do you mean?" Wen Ye's voice was hoarse, and he paused for a while before saying, "Do you like me now?"

The slowly gushing heat permeated Song Yuan's body, and the hand hanging on the bed unconsciously clenched the corner of the quilt. Before he could speak, Wen Ye continued, "It's better not."

Wen Ye didn't look at Song Yuan, he lowered his eyes and looked at his red knuckles: "If I can make you like me by making the act of leaving, then what I did a long time ago—"

Wen Ye raised his head, blinked slowly, and said casually: "It's really worthless at all."

Song Yuan let go of the hand holding the quilt, he didn't know how to answer, the only two answers that met the standard were blocked, and he came to a dead end.Looking into Wen Ye's eyes, Song Yuan made a choice at a loss. He moved closer and tried to kiss Wen Ye.

Wen Ye silently looked at Song Yuan who kept approaching, until his hot breath was entangled, Wen Ye stretched out his hand and pushed him away.Wen Ye got off the bed, he stood a little unsteadily, and finally held on to the lamp stand to stabilize his figure.He looked down at Song Yuan condescendingly, with a mocking expression on his face, and smiled: "When Wen Shu asked you that day, did you also react in the same way?"

Song Yuan's expression was exactly as Wen Ye had imagined, as if a basin of cold water had been poured from head to toe, and a rare confused expression appeared in his beautiful eyes: "How do you know—"

"Is it very unpleasant to break your trick of teasing me?" Wen Ye was still laughing, but his eyes turned cold, "I'll say it again, get out."

Song Yuan sat without moving, his eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth were tight enough to soften his heart a thousand times before, but not this time.

Wen Ye no longer confronted Song Yuan, he turned around and walked towards the door, but someone was faster than him and blocked the door one step ahead of him.

Song Yuan's back was pressed against the door panel, his hands were on the doorknob, his fingertips turned white from excessive force, he raised his head, and asked Wen Ye with a seemingly tough attitude: "Where are you going?"

Wen Ye didn't speak, he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the doorknob.

"You can't go anywhere." Song Yuan blocked the doorknob even more tightly, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and his body seemed a little stiff.

Wen Ye lowered his eyes to look at him, there was no light in his dark pupils, and the wound on the tiger's mouth hurt Song Yuan, but he laughed: "You don't have to look at me like that, I have something more mean to say."

"Why don't you talk?" Song Yuan's voice trembled uncontrollably, but Wen Ye didn't intend to talk to him. In order not to look so embarrassed, Song Yuan put all his weight on the doorknob.

"Now you have nothing to say to me, don't you think I'm boring and don't even want to say a word to me, right?" Song Yuan's speech speed became faster, his face had no color, but his neck was flushed, The veins protrude slightly.

Wen Ye didn't look at him anymore, he stretched out his hand to pull the door, but Song Yuan grabbed his wrist, his pulse was beating violently under the pressure of his fingertips, and Song Yuan's grip tightened even more.

"Now, talk to me." Possessiveness caused the body and brain to quickly lose control, Song Yuan's eyes were very red, and something was constantly expanding in the chest cavity, and it would explode if touched.

Wen Ye's almost indifferent eyes became the last needle that fell. Song Yuan pulled Wen Ye's wrist and put it under his mouth. His pulse was beating on the tip of his tongue. The overly quiet air burned the tight thread in Song Yuan's brain. Bite hard until the smell of blood came out, and the fleeing soul began to return to its place.

Song Yuan soon realized that he made the worst choice again.

Wen Ye's breathing also became lighter, and he looked down at Song Yuan emotionlessly, the light outside the window penetrated the colored double-glazed glass, and the slightly protruding rose relief cast a shadow on Wen Ye's side face.

Blood oozes from the wound, and the throbbing pulse is like a volcano about to erupt. Wen Ye stretched out his hand. This time, he easily pushed Song Yuan away, turned the metal handle that was heated by Song Yuan, and walked out of the room .