Straight Men Taming

Chapter 13

After returning to the hotel, the two washed off their exhaustion, said good night to each other, got into bed, and each fell asleep.

Song Zhe thought that he must have had a restless sleep that night, but he didn't expect that he would be extremely sound all night.

However, Wang Cheng had a dream, in which he returned to the high school in the small county town.

Song Zhe was still surrounded by those classmates, kneeling on the ground, crying helplessly.

He was standing at the door of the classroom, wanting to rush in to protect Song Zhe.

He kept banging on the door frantically, but no matter how he hit it, the door remained motionless, so he shouted anxiously: "Stop! Stop! Song Zhe! I'm here! Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!"

But the people inside seemed to never be able to see or hear his voice, and they still beat and kicked Song Zhe violently.

Gradually, Song Zhe stopped begging for mercy, stood up from the ground, and calmly looked at the group of perpetrators. He clenched his fists, waved them and began to resist, and slammed his fists hard one after another, finally killing the group of people. All down.

There was no pain or anger on Song Zhe's face, he just fought desperately against all those who hurt him.

When they were all spread out on the ground, Song Zhe turned his head to look at himself, his eyes were as calm as the deep sea, he grinned, his voice was as pleasant as a wind chime, and he said: "I don't need you anymore. "

Wang Cheng sat up from the bed in an instant, sweating profusely all over his body. He breathed the air he hadn't seen for a long time like a drowning person, panting heavily, and tightly covering his beating heart with his hands.

This dream was so weird, he could still clearly remember Song Zhe's eyes at the end, as decisive as looking at a stranger.

After finally being able to calm his heartbeat, Wang Cheng turned his eyes to look at the dark surroundings in the room. The suffocating heart palpitations seemed to have not dissipated, so he couldn't help calling softly: "Song Zhe..."

"Huh?" Song Zhe, who was soundly asleep, responded in a daze when he heard someone calling him.

Wang Cheng was relieved when he heard Song Zhe's answer. Fortunately, this was just a nightmare, and Song Zhe was lying there beside him.

He wiped the cold sweat off his brow, smiled at himself, and said softly to Song Zhe, "It's okay, go to sleep."

Song Zhe said "um" vaguely again, turned over and fell asleep again.

Wang Cheng got up and went to the toilet to smoke a cigarette. After thinking for a long time, he wanted to hug Song Zhe on the bed and rub him into his body, as if that was the only way to relieve his inner anxiety.

Thinking about it, he felt a little ridiculous, Wang Cheng scratched his hair, put out the cigarette butt and lay down in bed to sleep.

After tossing and turning, in the end, he just closed his eyes and rested his mind lightly, his mind was full of erratic and unreasonable thoughts, until the sunlight shone through the window into the room, and Wang Cheng could no longer fall asleep.

He got up and sat on the bed for a while, but finally couldn't think of anything. He turned his head and looked at Song Zhe. Seeing that Song Zhe was sleeping curled up and could still hear a slight snoring, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When Song Zhe woke up, it was broad daylight. He opened his eyes and saw Wang Cheng looking at him and smiling. He touched his face subconsciously, wondering if he was drooling again. After touching it for a long time, he didn't find any traces, so he pretended to be angry. He stared at Wang Cheng and said, "What are you looking at?"

"You look so cute when you're asleep." Wang Cheng said with a smile on his face.

"Damn," Song Zhe was a little embarrassed by the early morning teasing, pouted and asked, "How am I cute?"

Wang Cheng got out of bed, sat beside Song Zhe's bed, stroked his messy hair with his fingers, and said softly, "It's very cute, like a kitten."

Song Zhe felt a little itchy when touched by Wang Cheng's fingers. He stretched out his hand to cover his reddened face with the quilt, and said softly, "Touch me again, be careful that I will bite you."

"Haha," Wang Cheng was amused by him, and responded, "Then you bite."

Song Zhe was confused by him and didn't know how to answer, so he simply turned over to avoid his hand and ignored him.

He thought that when he woke up, he would see Wang Cheng's lazy and sexy appearance in pajamas, which was simply tempting to commit a crime. An image could not help appearing in his mind. Song Zhe didn't even dare to look at Wang Cheng, and his body was a little hot.

Wang Cheng didn't force him to turn around, but patted him on the back, and said: "Get up, I'll wash up first." Then he got up and walked into the bathroom.

Seeing him go, Song Zhe poked his head out from under the quilt to have a look, and then dally started to put on his clothes.

When both of them finished tidying up and were about to go out for breakfast, Song Zhe asked, "Where shall we go today?"

"Go to Ginza first, and then let's go to Sensoji Temple." Wang Cheng naturally took Song Zhe's hand and walked out of the room.

Wang Cheng's hand was bigger than Song Zhe's, and it was very warm. Song Zhe's face was a little red, but he never broke free.

After breakfast, the two drove slowly to Ginza.

Park your car and start shopping from [-]-chome in Ginza. Every brand here has its own building. This is the latest and most trendy fashion gathering place, and the dazzling array of products is dazzling.

Song Zhe ran up and down to the middle of the pedestrian street, opened his arms and shouted excitedly: "Ah! My heaven! I'm here to hug you!"

Wang Cheng followed behind him, covering his mouth and laughing, but it didn't stop him from being out of control.

Song Zhe was shopping for a family of brands. From shoes and bags to household appliances, he had already bought a lot of things before he reached [-]-chome. Always when he was still struggling with practicality, Wang Cheng had already gone to check out first.

He didn't choose any expensive things, mostly gadgets, but this Ginza is known to be the most expensive in Japan, and Wang Cheng's appearance of being taken advantage of made Song Zhe feel uncomfortable.

Really unable to bear the condemnation of conscience, Song Zhe tugged at the corner of Wang Cheng's clothes, Wang Cheng turned around and looked at him with questioning eyes.

"That..." Song Zhe bit his lip, not knowing how to speak more appropriately, he said, "Actually, my salary is not low."

"I know, I can tell." Wang Cheng blinked and nodded.

"So..." Song Zhe hesitated for a long time before organizing his words: "Don't give me money, I can afford it, and I'm not a woman."

"Haha," upon hearing this, Wang Cheng embraced Song Zhe's shoulders and said with a big smile, "I have a purpose for this."

"Purpose?" Song Zhe squinted his eyes slightly, looked Wang Cheng up and down, thinking about what he was holding back, and asked, "What purpose? To support me? I'm not selling myself."

"Hahahaha," Wang Cheng was so attracted by his words that he bowed his waist, patted Song Zhe on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I don't want you to sell yourself to pay off the debt, just wait until you go back and wash the dishes for a month."

"Damn!" Song Zhe cursed unhappily, and walked forward quickly, ignoring Wang Cheng, well, if he wants to be taken advantage of, let him be, anyway, it's not his own money, so I don't bother to feel sorry for this guy.

Wang Cheng was not angry either, he followed Song Zhe and continued to walk around with him.

At noon, the two of them finally finished the eight-chome. Wang Cheng had already weighed a lot of commodity bags in his hand. Although he didn't want to save money for him, Song Zhe silently calculated the price of each commodity, and controlled it so that it would not be for the sake of it. Within the scope of the burden caused by Wangcheng.

Song Zhe always felt that Wang Cheng should not have much money when he returned to China this time, otherwise he would not live in his own home. The company has just started, and it will not pay back so quickly. If he really buys Wang Cheng and goes bankrupt, he is really guilty very.

Wang Cheng had a panoramic view of these small details. He didn't tell Song Zhe that he actually got a lot of money back for his first project, but he really liked to see his budget-conscious little appearance.

Just like Song Zhe is his own family, he considers himself wholeheartedly.

On their way back, Song Zhe realized that there was no sign behind him. He looked around anxiously, and when he took out his mobile phone and was about to call him, Wang Cheng came out of Chanel's brand store with Another merchandise bag.

"Why didn't you say anything when you went shopping, I thought you got lost." Song Zhe blamed angrily.

Wang Cheng smiled, handed the product bag to Song Zhe and said, "It's for you, open it and have a look."

Song Zhe opened his pocket suspiciously, and saw that there was actually a limited edition Chanel Tokyo men's bag lying inside. He quickly stuffed it back to Wang Cheng and said, "What are you buying this for? It's very expensive!"

"Just now I saw you looking at it for a long time, and told you to buy it but said no, so I bought it." Wang Cheng said frankly.

"No, no, no, I can't take it, take it and return it, it's too precious." Song Zhe shook his head quickly, wanting to return the bag to Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng blocked his hand, and said seriously: "Accept it. It's a gift from me. I think it must be very nice for you to use." He paused, afraid that Song Zhe would refuse, and said with a smile: "If you feel conscientious If you are uneasy, starting tomorrow, you will take care of me, okay?"

Song Zhe pursed his lips and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, then I will accept it, but from tomorrow onwards, you must not give any more money! I will pay for all subsequent expenses, otherwise I will really be angry!"

"Okay, okay, no problem." Wang Cheng agreed, and said coquettishly: "Let's go, let's pick up the car, I'm almost exhausted from carrying all these things." Song Zhe flickered in front of his eyes, full of childishness.

Song Zhe was also amused, took a few bags from his hand, and walked towards the parking lot side by side.

The two put the things they bought into the trunk and drove to Sensoji Temple.

Sensoji Temple is a famous scenic spot in Japan. It has the style of the Edo period. In addition to worshiping the gods, there is also a commercial street in the temple. Many famous Japanese snacks are in it, and there are also small commodities with local folk customs.

While wandering around, Song Zhe searched for various snacks.

After locking the target, I excitedly went to line up in the crowd to buy dolls.

"Here, this is delicious!" Song Zhe waited in line for 10 minutes to get it, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Wang Cheng took the doll burnt, wiped his sweat with a paper towel, took a bite, and praised: "The one you bought is really delicious."

Song Zhe was so happy that his ears twitched, pointed to the front and said, "There is a shop selling Dou Dafu in front, which is delicious. Last time I came, there was a long queue."

"Did you always come with your colleagues before?" Wang Cheng asked.

"Well, there was actually only one time. Didn't I say that I spent most of my time wandering around the airport before? That time, the flight had a relatively long layover, so I came to hang out with a few stewardesses." Song Zhe took a big mouthful of Ningyoyaki , the filling of bean paste is sweet, soft and smooth, it melts in the mouth and is extremely delicious.

Wang Cheng nodded after listening, and pulled Song Zhe to move on.

When both of them were full, they walked into the Asakusa Shrine and saw a couple of Japanese newlyweds holding a wedding ceremony.

The girl is wearing an all-white trailing kimono, holding hands with her husband in a dark kimono, and is listening to the teaching of the abbot of the shrine.

The wedding was surrounded by many people, Song Zhe could only watch the wedding from a distance, the bride shyly drank a cup of wine with the groom, and then bowed to express her gratitude to the relatives and friends present.

The happy expression on the bride's face seemed to be imprinted in Song Zhe's eyes. Being with her lover in public and accepting everyone's blessings is the natural end of love, but it feels far away from him.

After leaving Sensoji Temple, Song Zhe suddenly turned to Wang Cheng when he was in the car, "Have you thought about your future wedding?"

"Huh?" Wang Cheng was driving, and he didn't know how to answer this sudden question, so he was stunned for a while before saying, "I haven't thought about it."

"I have thought about it," Song Zhe looked forward, the night has gradually fallen, and the neon lights on the street are lit up, like the eyes of people dangling flowers, "When I first bought a house, I thought that if I could get married in this life, What kind of wedding do you want?"

"What's that like?" Wang Cheng also turned his head and glanced at Song Zhe, seeing a faint smile on Song Zhe's face, as if looking forward to that scene: "I hope it's a small wedding, in a church or It can be on the lawn, and only invite the closest people."

As he spoke, Song Zhe laughed even deeper: "I will put on a white suit, walk into the auditorium arm in arm with that person, accept blessings from all directions, and under the guidance of the witnesses, make a promise of this life with him, The other party wears a diamond ring that symbolizes eternity."

After Song Zhe finished speaking, seeing that Wang Cheng didn't speak, he frowned and didn't know what he was thinking. He scratched his head embarrassingly and said, "Ha... isn't it too girly, few men would have this kind of daydream."

"No," Wang Cheng smiled and replied, "I can imagine that it must be a very beautiful wedding."

"Haha," Song Zhe said with an embarrassed smile, "It's all my own imagination, maybe I don't have this chance in this life."

Wang Cheng thought for a while, and said seriously: "No, you will definitely meet someone, you love him, and he loves you too. You will be very happy."

He couldn't tell what the discomfort in his heart was, but he felt depressed when he thought that Song Zhe would be with other men one day. "

"Maybe." Song Zhe smiled bitterly, turned his head to look out the window, and stopped talking.

Song Zhe felt a little lost in his heart, but he didn't know what he was missing. Could it be that what Wang Cheng's words revealed had nothing to do with him?Or, the person I simply hope to be with for the rest of my life is Wang Cheng.

If he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, the two are just friends.

They are friends, and they will eventually start their own families.

And I am just a passer-by in Wang Cheng's life.

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