Counterfeit

Song Yuan asked Wenye to live in the newly built Huxin Villa. The house was very large, and the wall near the living room was replaced with a whole glass wall. Standing there, you could see the TV tower in the city center.

On Song Yuan's 23rd birthday, Wen Shu promised him that he would have dinner with him at the revolving restaurant on the top floor of the TV tower at [-]:[-] pm. Song Yuan was so happy that he bought new clothes, leather shoes, and a watch.

Then he saw Wen Shu in a black suit, and Lu Keying with a bright smile following Wen Shu.

"I don't know what gift to buy for you." Wen Shu turned around and took the paper bag from the woman's hand, "I just met when I got off work."

Lu Keying's long hair was tied loosely at the back of her head, and a strand fell on her forehead. She raised her hand to pin the broken hair behind her ears, and then said with a smile: "Student, don't you mind if I come to send blessings. "

Lu Keying, who was carrying a folder, was wearing a T-shirt with the company's logo on it. Standing beside Wen Shu, she set off the solemnly dressed Song Yuan, who was childish and pitiful, like a child holding a perfect test paper, eager for praise and attention .

"It's not too grand." Wen Ye interrupted Song Yuan, who was lying on the ground with his hands crossed behind his head, "It's just a black shirt, but the color is not well chosen, it looks like he is going to a funeral."

"I'm not wearing black." Song Yuan frowned and retorted.

The sunlight outside the window reflected on the cement-colored ceiling and then fell into his eyes. Wen Ye squinted his eyes half-closed, "Black shirt, blue quartz watch, and dark brown shiny leather shoes." Wen Ye turned his head to the side and grinned She smiled: "I went to buy it with you."

Song Yuan was silent for a while before saying, "Why don't I remember."

"Yes." Wen Ye lay sideways on the floor, his head ached from the cold and hard marble tiles, and he continued: "And you drank too much that night, you put your arms around my neck and shouted hello brother , you still insist on letting me kiss you."

Song Yuan knew that he was talking nonsense, he got off the bed, looked down at Wen Ye who was lying in the middle, and raised his legs to step over Wen Ye.His legs were raised in the air, and Wen Ye, who was lying on the ground, suddenly reached out and grabbed his ankles, the dry heat wrapped his skin.Although he didn't use any force, Song Yuan's legs softened unconsciously. When he was about to step on Wen Ye, Song Yuan threw himself forward and fell on Wen Ye's body.

There was a muffled sound when the bones collided with the floor tiles, but Wen Ye, who was pressed under him, didn't make a sound.

Song Yuan stood up straight with his hands propped up, he lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Ye quietly, with no expression on his face.

"It was you who jumped on me." Wen Ye was lying on the ground loudly, with a smile in his voice: "Why are you looking at me like that."

"It was you who pulled my foot."

"I was afraid you would step on me." Wen Ye answered quickly, "In the end you still fell on me."

Song Yuan frowned slightly, the corners of his mouth were straightened, and he looked a little unhappy: "I fell down because you pulled me."

"That's it—" Wen Ye's voice was low, he raised and lowered the arm placed by his side, and he paused before saying, "Then I won't help you next time."

Song Yuan got up from him, and when he was walking towards the living room, someone behind him suddenly called his name.

"Song Yuan." Wen Ye's voice was very soft, and he said to Song Yuan, "Don't you care about me?"

Song Yuan turned around, Wen Ye was still lying on the ground, but his face was turned to face him, his eyelids were half closed, unable to see the expression.Song Yuan stood by the door with bare feet, some baggy pajama pants hanging on the ground, covering his toes.

"Does it hurt?" Song Yuan asked him standing still.

Wen Ye looked at him for a while, then sat up slowly from the ground, and said aggrievedly, "It hurts so much."

Song Yuan just looked at him quietly, with a bit of helplessness on his face.

Wen Ye heaved a sigh of relief, he raised his hand and rubbed his shoulder twice: "Okay, I'm just joking."

"Why have you never been fooled?" Wen Ye looked at Song Yuan's back and asked him with a smile.

Song Yuan didn't answer his question, there were slight noises from the living room, Wen Ye stood up, walked to the living room, and saw Song Yuan who was putting on his coat.He lowered his eyes and pinched the button near the collarbone with his fingers. Under the straight collarbone were three small moles, which looked charming and ambiguous.

Until Song Yuan went out, Wen Ye still stood in the living room without saying a word. For a moment, Song Yuan wanted to ask him if his back hurt.But the phone in his pocket vibrated twice suddenly, it was an email from the company, Song Yuan was immersed in his work again, and soon forgot the thought just now.

Because something went wrong with the bidding project, Song Yuan temporarily invited Chen Ruye, the vice president of the other party, to have dinner.The dinner lasted for more than three hours. Song Yuan and Chen Ruye discussed custom-made suits, watches, mahogany furniture, and women respectively. Song Yuan smiled lightly.

Things went smoothly. When Song Yuan drank the white wine in the glass in one gulp, Chen Ruye laughed and praised him for his refreshment, and his uncontrollable stomach trembled several times.

"It's getting late." Chen Ruye stood up unsteadily, leaning on the back of the chair with one hand, "Then I'll leave first, and the contract will be delivered to you early tomorrow morning."

Song Yuan also stood up, resisting the overwhelming discomfort in his stomach, he walked over with a smile: "I'll see you off."

As Chen Ruye walked out, he turned his head and smiled at him: "You are exactly like your father, are you afraid that I will regret it tomorrow?"

"How could it be?" Song Yuan took a step back, avoiding the man's approaching hand indiscriminately, "Then be careful on the road for a while."

Chen Ruye glanced at him, smiled and pushed open the glass door.

Song Yuan followed and walked out, only to find that it was raining outside.

It was raining heavily, and the raindrops were blown skewed by the wind, and then crackled and hit the ground, leaving large and small puddles.The cold wind gave Song Yuan a headache. He took out his mobile phone and sent a location message to the driver, telling him to pick it up now.

"Xiao Song." Chen Ruye stood beside him at some point, with a cigarette in his hand, and looked at him with complicated eyes.

Although Song Yuan was not very satisfied with this title, he still put down his phone and pretended to be listening carefully.

"To be honest, I wouldn't cooperate with you if it wasn't for your parents' face." Chen Ruye spoke while smoking, and the smoke wafted around Song Yuan along with the wind, and Song Yuan frowned lightly.

"You are young, and you have long, thin skin and tender flesh. No one will trust you to hand over the money." Chen Ruye put the cigarette in his mouth, and stretched out his hand to wrap Song Yuan's shoulders, "But you are lucky, boy. When it comes to me, I never judge people by their cover."

"Man, it's not your fault that you look fair and tender at all." Chen Ruye leaned so close that Song Yuan could smell the smell of fermented wine on his body, "But your skin is really good, I don't think it's any better than that." The little girl in the building is bad."

The hand around his shoulder was slightly hard, with a hint of discomfort.

Song Yuan raised his head, met Chen Ruye's cloudy eyes, and said softly, "Mr. Chen, does your wife know that you like to talk so close to people?"

The smile on Chen Ruye's face froze for a moment.

"It's not easy for your wife to keep her baby safe. If something goes wrong in a bad mood, your father-in-law will probably be very angry."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting." Song Yuan took a few steps back, Chen Ruye's hand on his shoulder was hanging in the air in embarrassment, Song Yuan tilted his head, and lightly dusted the place where Chen Ruye was resting, "You are so It's not easy for many years, for our happy cooperation, I certainly don't want your father-in-law to drive you out of the company."

"But the premise is that I want to have a happy cooperation." In order for Chen Ruye to hear clearly, Song Yuan slowed down and said every word clearly, "Next time you buy a house for a woman outside, remember to check."

"You are lucky, you bought it from me, I don't like talking too much."

"But not every luck will be so good."

"You're right, Mr. Chen." Looking at Chen Ruye's cold face, Song Yuan showed a very kind smile.

Probably because of the alcohol, Chen Ruye's lips trembled unconsciously, Song Yuan turned around and didn't want to look at him again, so in the next second, he saw Wen Ye standing in the rain.

He was wearing a transparent umbrella and dressed in black, as if he would melt into the humid night at any moment.

Wen Ye came over, and Song Yuan smelled the damp and fresh smell on his body.

"President Song." Wen Ye stood under the steps and looked up at him, his eyebrows stretched, "Shall we go now?"

Song Yuan froze for a moment, he watched Wen Ye tilt the umbrella towards him, exposing half of his body to the rain.He walked down the steps, the rain splashing on his ankles was unexpectedly cold.

"Oh, that's right." Song Yuan turned around and said to Chen Ruye who was still standing in front of the hotel: "Mr. Chen, I need to see the contract before ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

The wind got stronger, Song Yuan looked up at the umbrella that was leaning towards him more and more, raised his hand to hold the handle of the umbrella, and moved it towards Wen Ye.Sensing Wen Ye's gaze, Song Yuan looked away, raised his finger and pointed to the car parked in front.

Wen Ye watched Song Yuan get into the car, he stretched out his hand to support the car door, and leaned slightly: "Wen Shu, have you ever seen you with sharp teeth?"

Song Yuan looked down at Wen Ye's wet trousers, reached out to close the car door, and when he was about to close it, said softly, "He won't see you."

Wen Ye lowered his head and smiled, sighing for Wen Shu, what a pity.

Not long after Wen Ye's car drove out, Song Yuan suddenly slapped the window twice forcefully: "Stop."

Wen Ye parked the car in the emergency driveway, turned on the dome light, and turned to look at Song Yuan who was sitting behind.He closed his eyes and sat quietly on the seat, frowning, his eyes drooping sleepily, his face was as white as paper.

Even so, Song Yuan still sat upright.

Wen Ye got out of the car, went around to the other side, and opened the back seat door.

The cold wind mixed with water vapor poured into the car, Song Yuan frowned and looked at Wen Ye who got into the back seat, just about to speak, but saw Wen Ye made a silent movement towards him.

Probably because the alcohol had paralyzed the brain, Song Yuan really didn't move. He looked at Wen Ye leaning over his chest, and approached a little bit, so close that his breath became entangled.

Wen Ye raised his hand and lightly touched his eyelashes, Song Yuan blinked unconsciously.

"It's raining." Wen Ye said, as if he was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, Wen Ye touched his face with his wet fingertips again.

Song Yuan looked into Wen Ye's eyes, and saw himself in a bit of embarrassment in the dark eyes.

"You smoke." Song Yuan said.

Wen Ye smiled at him, his slender eyes curved like crescents: "Half."

Song Yuan had a terrible headache, he didn't have the energy to repeat the agreement with Wen Ye again, he raised his hand to push Wen Ye away, but Wen Ye grabbed his wrist suddenly.

"Do you want to lie down?" Wen Ye patted his leg, curling his lips.

Song Yuan withdrew his hand and looked at Wen Ye. His eyelids became heavy, and the simple act of blinking became laborious: "Our contract is limited to the Huxin Villa."

"Then you still ask me to drive." Wen Ye looked at him with a smile, "Anyway, you have to pay extra, and the two items count as your package, and I will give you a discounted price."

"I'm dizzy, I sent the wrong message." Song Yuan explained to him.

Wen Ye nodded cooperatively, accepting this pale-sounding explanation.

Five seconds later, Song Yuan lay on Wen Ye's lap. Lying flat, he saw Wen Ye's chin, Adam's apple, and faintly rising and falling chest.The rain scattered the neon lights on the viaduct, blurred lights were printed on the car windows, and the light stayed on the tip of Wen Ye's nose.

"I'll give you the money tomorrow." Song Yuan stopped looking at him, turned over, and closed his eyes.