Counterfeit

That day Song Yuan was picked up by Shen Feng, he didn't remember whether he called Shen Feng, but Shen Feng appeared at the door of the coffee shop, asked him to get in the car, and then went to pack him a cup of hot latte.The temperature of the air conditioner in the carriage was very high, but Song Yuan was still shivering from the cold, dripping water from his soaked sleeves, looking embarrassed.

After getting into the car, Shen Feng handed him the coffee, and then took a bag from under the passenger seat, which contained a short black down jacket. "It's my husband's. You should wear it first." Song Yuan held the coffee and didn't speak. It wasn't until the heat came up that his fingers hurt from being burned. Then he looked at Shen Feng with a calm voice: "It's okay, no need."

Shen Feng didn't persuade him anymore, she turned her head, looked at Song Yuan again through the rearview mirror, and stepped on the gas pedal.Shen Feng was driving very slowly, and he could clearly see the small shops and bus stop signs on the street, as well as the couple holding the same umbrella and wandering on the path holding hands.Song Yuan thought of Wen Ye again, the balcony full of debris, and the soda water with the bottle cap unscrewed.After thinking about it for a long time, Song Yuan even doubted his memory, wondering whether the time when Wen Ye loved him really happened.

The car turned into an alley, the lane became narrower, Shen Feng drove more slowly, Song Yuan looked out the window, and after a few seconds said: "Stop the car." Shen Feng turned on the turn signal to park the car on the side of the road, and then turned He turned his head and asked Song Yuan what was wrong.

"I want to buy something." Song Yuan said.

Shen Feng bent down to pick up the umbrella, and asked Song Yuan what he wanted to buy. She went down to buy it, but Song Yuan just shook his head. Small shop across the road.The aunt sitting at the door is looking at her mobile phone,

Song Yuan looked down at the lollipop roller placed on the far side, and the aunt raised her head to look at him, and said two dollars with a wink.The drum should have been left untouched for a long time, and a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the transparent plastic shell. Song Yuan turned it around twice before saying, "Does it smell like honey?" The aunt pointed to the pink one inside. , Song Yuan shook his head: "This is strawberry flavored."

Auntie curled her lips. For the sake of Song Yuan's pretty face, she answered patiently: "The taste of these two is not the same. How can you expect a lollipop worth two yuan to have fruit in it?" Song Yuan After standing for a while, he smiled and said, "You are right."

He used inferior industrial flavors to fill his unhappy youth. Wen Ye didn't need to be like him, but because of Song Yuan, he asked for trouble in the bright summer.

Shen Feng was sitting in the car, she watched Song Yuan coming from across the road, the umbrella was crookedly propped up, and the coat that had just dried was wet again.When Song Yuan got closer, Shen Feng saw the acrylic drum Song Yuan was holding in his arms, with a few lollipops inserted in it. The candy wrappers were brightly colored, and even her embarrassed boss seemed vivid.

Shen Feng didn't ask any more questions, she looked at Song Yuan sitting in the back row holding the revolving drum through the rearview mirror. There was a lot of dust on the revolving drum, and the side next to the coat was wiped clean.The car drove towards the elevated road, and the raindrops falling on the car windows became lighter. When Shen Feng was hesitating whether to turn down the air conditioner, Song Yuan suddenly asked her from behind: "It was Wenye that night, right?"

Shen Feng was stunned for a moment, she turned her head, frowned and asked in a low voice: "Which night—" In the middle of speaking, Shen Feng suddenly understood what Song Yuan wanted to express in just a few words, that wet and cold night, The blinding tunnel, and the kiss she didn't see because it was blocked.Shen Feng turned on the turn signal, and when entering the ramp, she said very briefly: "Yes."

Song Yuan suddenly wanted to laugh. In fact, he did. He looked down at the dirty lollipop drum in his arms. Although he didn't find the honey-flavored lollipop, he had to admit that he did get it. Wenye a lot of love.There was a bit of a traffic jam on the elevated highway, and Song Yuan felt sick when the brakes stopped and stopped.Walking to the familiar fork in the road, Song Yuan called Shen Feng's name, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go to the company."

After processing all the reports and documents, Song Yuan sat on the sofa and stared at the ceiling in a daze. Just now when Shen Feng took his temperature, he had a moment, wishing that he would get seriously ill, so that he could pretend to be crazy with excuses. , hugging Wen Ye and not letting go, saying a lot of things he couldn't usually say.But the number on the forehead thermometer told him how healthy he was. Song Yuan was disappointed because he was not sick. He clutched his mobile phone, wondering if he should pretend to be sick and call Wen Ye.Turned to the page of call records, Song Yuan looked at the number on it, and put down the phone again, Wen Ye didn't like his little tricks.

Song Yuan stood up, walked to the desk, looked down at the rotating drum in the middle, the pink candy wrapper in the middle was eye-catching, Song Yuan looked at it for a while, and then used the landline to call Shen Feng.

Charity projects were something that Song Yuan didn’t have much contact with in the past. The only project he was working on was a project for poor primary schools. Part of the reason was to expand the influence of the company. Song Yuan didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. He called it the instinct of a businessman.

"Mr. Song, this project should not have high profits." Shen Feng's words were reserved, and Song Yuan nodded. He looked at the webpage on the screen and said calmly: "I know, it's not profitable." Song Yuan raised his head, and he smiled at Shen Feng: "But he wants to do it, he can't help it." Shen Feng was momentarily dazzled by the smile on Song Yuan's face, but she quickly recovered and said to him: " I will prepare as soon as possible."

Wen Ye received a call from the chief financial officer the next morning. When he received the call, Wen Ye was shaving his beard with foam on his hands. 1000 million donated anonymously.The person on the other side paused, and then continued: "There is also an email sent along with it, and the subject of the email is Give a little love."

Only Song Yuan can write such an old-fashioned and uninspired name. Wen Ye turned on the faucet to wash off the foam on his fingertips. That day in the car, seeing Song Yuan standing still, he almost rushed out of the car I ran to Song Yuan and told him to leave it alone, you can do whatever you want, you can get close to me and then abandon it, but in the end, he didn't go down.Wen Ye called Shen Feng in the car and told her the address, and when he was about to hang up the phone, he said quickly: "Bring a coat, a thicker one."

He clearly knew that he was hiding his love, but the reason was unknown, Wen Ye was quiet for a while, and said to the person on the other end of the phone: "Got it."

When I went to the company, I opened the door of the office. Wen Ye saw the flowers on the table. The big white roses were blooming beautifully. Wen Ye stood at the door and did not move until the personnel from the HR department came to report work. Let’s go quickly. Shi Shi blinked at Wen Ye: "Xiao Wen always has a lot of love!" If possible, Song Yuan is of course his best love. Wen Ye stood by the window and finished smoking a cigarette, and came to such a conclusion .

The flowers were harvested for a week, and sometimes Wen Ye worked overtime late. When the cleaning lady saw the flowers in his room, she would tease him a few times. Looking at the roses on the coffee table, Wen Ye just laugh.This situation lasted for half a month. On a Monday morning, Wen Ye pushed open the door of the office, and on the table was the book he had read halfway through yesterday.

Wen Ye stood for a while, then turned around, stopped the cleaning lady who was cleaning the vase, and asked her if she had entered his office today.The aunt walked up to Wen Ye with a rag, poked her head and took a look inside: "I just vacuumed the carpet, nothing else. Oh yes, the little girl didn't send you flowers today? Did you have a fight?"

The gossip in the woman's tone was strong, Wen Ye looked away from the table, smiled and said nothing.In the following video conference, Wen Ye still looked serious. While the other party was reading the materials, Wen Ye glanced at the phone, but there was no call or message.After reading the information, Wen Ye nodded towards the camera, and then clicked on the number at the top of the call log.The connection on the other side was very fast, so fast that Wen Ye didn't suspend the meeting yet.

Wen Ye made a pause gesture towards the camera, then walked to the window with a cigarette, but didn't light it. "Mr. Wen." Perhaps because he couldn't hear Wen Ye's words for a long time, Shen Feng took the initiative to speak. I need to trouble you again."

Shen Feng paused for a moment before saying, "President Song didn't come to work today."

"Okay." Wen Ye said, "Understood."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ye returned to his seat and continued the video conference that he had suspended, during which he walked by God once, wondering why Song Yuan was on leave and if he was sick.Such thoughts continued until after get off work. Wen Ye came to the underground garage, walked around the purple wall in Area A, and saw Song Yuan beside the second column.His hair seemed to have been dyed, and the color became darker. He was wearing a cashmere coat that Wen Ye had never seen before, with his hands behind his back, squinting and smiling at Wen Ye.

Song Yuan probably really isn't good at preparing surprises. The rose hidden behind him is huge, and Song Yuan can't stop it at all.