Straight Men Taming

Chapter 12 Trip to Japan

Song Zhe was still very excited at the airport and kept taking selfies and posting them on Moments, but fell asleep as soon as he got on the plane.

During the 5-hour direct flight from the provincial capital to Japan, apart from being woken up by Wang Cheng during meals, Song Zhe fell asleep again after being fed two mouthfuls in a daze.

Wang Cheng looked sideways at his sleeping face, and couldn't help but smile. Thinking that this kitten was really prone to sleepiness, he couldn't help scratching his nose, pulled up the armrest between the two, approached Song Zhe, and hugged him into his arms.

Song Zhe was so disturbed by this change that he muttered, but he didn't open his eyes, and fell asleep leaning against Wang Cheng again with his mouth puckered.

This feeling of holding Song Zhe in his arms is so good, the soft body, with the heat of body temperature, you can smell the residual shampoo on Song Zhe's hair when you put your head down, Wang Cheng is overwhelmed by this inexplicable sense of satisfaction Wrapping the entire atrium, rubbing the top of Song Zhe's head with his chin, he kissed him on the head unconsciously.

After kissing Wang Cheng, he felt that this was a bit weird, but thinking that Song Zhe was like a kitten, his weird behavior was probably the owner's intimacy with pets.

What's more, his Song Zhe is much more important than a pet, he is the best baby in the world.

When the plane landed, Song Zhe woke up in a daze.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in Wang Cheng's arms, drooling on his chest, and his face flushed with embarrassment.

He hurriedly got up and took out a tissue to wipe off Wang Cheng's saliva: "Ah... I'm sorry..." Just after he finished speaking, he thought something was wrong, raised his eyebrows and looked at Wang Cheng and asked, "Why did I sleep on the bed?" on you?"

Wang Cheng spread his hands innocently, and said with his mouth curled up, "You are the one who wanted to get up. I see that you are not sleeping well, so I can only let you succeed."

Song Zhe asked suspiciously: "Really?"

"Of course." Wang Cheng blinked and smiled slyly: "You see that my clothes are all stained by you, and you even made my hands numb."

Song Zhe puffed his cheeks, hum, he didn't believe it!

After the plane came to a complete stop, Wang Cheng got up and took out his luggage, and took Song Zhe by the wrist to get off the plane.

Song Zhe was still sulking at first, but after getting off the plane, he was attracted by the novel scene at the Tokyo airport, excitedly took out his mobile phone to take pictures everywhere, and took a selfie with the camera, and even took several photos with Wang Cheng.

"Haven't you been here several times, why are you still so excited?" Wang Cheng was amused by his appearance, and teased.

Song Zhe rolled his eyes at him charmingly, pouted and said, "It's different. I used to come to work, and I just bought things at the airport and then went back. This time I'm here with you, of course I'm happy."

"Oh?" Wang Cheng heard the words and asked with a smile: "You are so happy to come with me?"

Song Zhe was a little embarrassed by the question, turned his head away from Wang Cheng, and said in a muffled voice, "No, I'm happy to come with anyone."

Wang Cheng didn't tease him anymore, went to the luggage claim area to pick up the suitcase, and then led Song Zhe out of the airport.

After calling a taxi driver, Wang Cheng spoke out the hotel address in Japanese fluently.

Song Zhe asked in surprise: "Do you also know Japanese?"

"Well," Wang Cheng nodded and said, "I used to study Japanese in the second foreign language in university."

"Oh, amazing." Song Zhe pouted, turned his head and looked out of the window, thinking that Wang Cheng's language talent is as good as before.

Thinking back to high school, Wang Cheng had a unique talent for foreign languages, but he had to work hard to learn English well.

Sure enough, people are more popular than people.

The city of Tokyo is very prosperous, there is no traffic jam along the way, and the pristine streets make people feel very comfortable. Song Zhe was also infected by the scenery, chatting happily.

After arriving at the hotel, the two of them really lived in the same room. Although there were two beds, Japanese hotels are a bit small, unlike the spacious ones in China. It would be a bit crowded for two men to live in.

Song Zhe was a little nervous. After putting away his luggage, he was uneasy and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Wang Cheng tidied up briefly, and said, "I'll go out first, get in touch with the company over there, and when I come back in the evening, I'll take you to eat Japanese food."

Song Zhe responded blankly, then watched Wang Cheng walk out of the room with the bag.

Staying in the hotel was really boring, so Song Zhe went to the convenience store downstairs to buy local magazines and snacks, and took them back to the room to read and eat.

When Wang Cheng came back, he saw Song Zhe lying on the bed flipping through magazines with relish, and chewing non-stop.

He came over and touched Song Zhe's head, and said with a light smile, "What's the matter, are you tired of waiting?"

Song Zhe looked up at Wang Cheng, got up and sat cross-legged on the bed, and said with a smile, "Are you finished? My stomach is growling from hunger."

"Well," Wang Cheng responded, and put his left-over shoes on the ground in front of the bed, and said softly, "Put on your shoes, let's go eat."

Song Zhe happily put on his shoes, put on a thick coat, and followed Wang Cheng out the door one after the other.

Walking downstairs to the hotel, he found that Wang Cheng was actually driving a car, it was still a Bentley. Song Zhe asked suspiciously, "Where did this car come from?"

"I borrowed one from a client." Wang Cheng pressed the car lock, opened the car door and was about to get into the driver's seat, and said to Song Zhe, "Come on."

Song Zhe also opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, looked around the inside of the car, and muttered, "Your client is quite generous."

Wang Cheng smiled without answering, and drove towards the center of Tokyo.

He would not tell Song Zhe that the client was the legitimate son of the Wang family. He hoped that Song Zhe would never know about those dark things.

As long as in front of him, I will always be the happy and unrestrained Wang Cheng in high school, that's enough.

The two drove to a Japanese restaurant. Wang Cheng found a nearby parking lot to park, and led Song Zhe to the restaurant.

Walking to the door of the store, Song Zhe didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly raised his head and asked him: "I never asked, how is your company doing?"

Wang Cheng thoughtfully raised the curtain to make it easier for Song Zhe to enter, and said with a gentle smile, "Why, I'm afraid I don't have money for you to pay the bill?"

"No." Song Zhe glanced at him angrily, found a seat with him and sat down, and said, "I care about you, and I'm afraid that you will pay for your trip to Japan. I'm sorry."

Wang Cheng picked up the menu, said a few words in Japanese to the waiter in kimono, ordered the dishes, and then said to Song Zhe with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm amazing, I'm sure it will be fine to raise you."

Song Zhe blushed upon hearing his unscrupulous tone, and sneered coquettishly, "Who wants you to raise me?"

Seeing the appearance of his little daughter-in-law, Wang Cheng lowered his head and smiled without answering, took out his phone and asked Song Zhe to take more group photos of the two of them.

After the two had almost taken a bunch of photos, the dishes were brought out.

The sweet-looking Japanese lady, dressed in a kimono, served the food one by one, bowed to the two before leaving.

Song Zhe stared blankly at the girl in kimono and didn't know what she was thinking. Wang Cheng stretched out his hand in front of his eyes and asked, "Why? Don't you like girls?"

"No," Song Zhe turned his head and said, "I was thinking that Japanese girls are not as shuiling as Chinese girls."

"Huh?" Hearing what he said, Wang Cheng also turned his head to look at the girl, turned around and said with a smile, "You also have research on girls?"

"Cut," Song Zhe picked up the seaweed warship on the table and stuffed it into his mouth. It was really delicious. After chewing and swallowing it, he said slowly, "I've never eaten pork, and I haven't seen a pig run away yet." ?”

"Hahahaha," Wang Cheng was completely amused by him, and asked, "Then what kind of girl do you like?"

"Well," Song Zhe held his chin up and thought for a while, then replied, "Probably like Wu Xiaoxin, righteous and beautiful."

"Just the girl who brought you back drunk last time?" Wang Cheng raised his eyes and asked.

"That's right, where are my best sisters." Song Zhe nodded, and took another sip of miso soup.

"It's quite beautiful." Wang Cheng nodded, which seemed to agree with Song Zhe's statement.

Song Zhe thought for a while, and asked a little shyly, "Then... what type of girl do you like?"

"Me?" Wang Cheng stopped his chopsticks and looked at Song Zhe. Seeing his nervous expression, he laughed and said, "I only have eyes for you."

Song Zhe instantly turned red from neck to ear, buried his head in ignorance of him, and quickly stuffed something into his mouth to cover up his panic.

Damn, this straight man is really molested by him eight hundred times a day, sooner or later he will rape you, Song Zhe thought angrily.

Seeing his shy look, Wang Cheng didn't say any more, and just brought food for Song Zhe to let him eat more.

After the two of them were full of wine and food, Song Zhe's stomach was so bulging that he couldn't even walk.

Wang Cheng supported him with one hand. Seeing that he looked really funny, he couldn't help laughing out loud, but he said concerned: "Who told you to eat so much?"

"It's delicious." Song Zhe frowned, feeling really uncomfortable, touched his belly and said, "No, I'm really strong."

Seeing that he was really uncomfortable, Wang Cheng also became worried, and asked, "Why don't you just go back to the hotel and lie down for a while?"

"No, no, no," Song Zhe quickly waved his hand and refused: "I have to go for a walk in this state, let's take a walk, I haven't seen the night view of Tokyo yet."

"Okay." Wang Cheng's eyes were as warm as the sea, and he helped Song Zhe to walk on the street.

Speaking of which, Tokyo is really beautiful, there are not many pedestrians on the road, and the night is brightly illuminated by neon lights everywhere. When walking through some trails, you can still see coquettishly dressed women waiting for patrons.

Song Zhe walked for half an hour, his stomach was not full, and he started to wander around energetically, bought a bunch of cosmeceuticals, big and small, hugged them in his arms contentedly, and smiled happily.

Wang Cheng wanted to hold it for him, but Song Zhe treasured it very much, saying that he hadn't opened it yet, so he was reluctant to give it to him.

He smiled and let Song Zhe go.

Suddenly Song Zhe stopped, handed the things in his hand to Wang Cheng, and said, "Hold it for me." Then he walked to the window of a jewelry store by himself, and looked at what was in the window through the glass.

Wang Cheng walked over with him only to find that Song Zhe was looking at a ring.

It was a men's ring with a half-carat diamond inlaid on the upper thread. The style was very exquisite and unique. Song Zhe seemed to be completely attracted by it. After looking at it for a long time, he reluctantly pulled Wang Cheng away.

"If you like it, why don't you go in and have a look?" Wang Cheng couldn't help asking when he saw Song Zhe turning his head every step of the way.

Song Zhe pursed his lips, hesitated before saying, "That's a wedding ring."

Wang Cheng didn't know how to answer the conversation for a while, so he thought for a while and said, "If you like it, just buy it."

Song Zhe shook his head, his face was a little lonely: "If you don't buy it, people like us are destined not to get married."

After a pause for a while, a self-deprecating smile appeared on Song Zhe's face, and he said like a sigh: "I have known from before that I may never get married in my life. If I am lucky, I may find a boyfriend who can accompany me. I’ll be with me for a while, but when everyone gets bored, we’ll separate again.” He said, he laughed, and looked up at Wang Cheng: “You probably think gay life is dirty, you don’t have a fixed partner, you’re always Be ready to split up and live alone all the time."

Wang Cheng watched him quietly, but his heart constricted suddenly. He hesitated for a while and didn't know how to comfort Song Zhe at this moment.

Song Zhe waved his hands indifferently, walked forward a few steps, turned around, swept away the haze, and showed a bright smile: "So, I will be strong enough, so strong that I don't need anyone."

"let's work hard together!"

Such Song Zhe made Wang Cheng stunned, like a poplar growing against the wind, standing alone, stubborn and strong.

In an instant, his heart was filled with some kind of inexplicable throbbing. Song Zhe used to be shy and weak, so weak that he didn't dare to fight back when he was bullied.

Now he seems to have a warm light, so shining that people can't move their eyes away.

Wang Cheng suddenly wanted to go over and hug Song Zhe tightly. He wanted to tell Song Zhe that he would always be there and would never leave him no matter what happened.

But Wang Cheng didn't do anything in the end, he just took Song Zhe's hand and said softly, "Let's go back."

"Okay." Song Zhe also held Wang Cheng's hand tightly, and replied in a low voice.

Snowflakes suddenly fell in the sky of Tokyo.

Just like an angel flying to the world, it will always sow hope.

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