Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

Wen Heng not only said that, but also did that.

Song Xunnan scolded him all night as a "bastard" and "taking advantage of others", but in the end he was too tired to scold him, so he lay down and enjoyed it.

Not to mention, it was quite comfortable after getting used to it, no wonder there were zero overflow incidents in the circle.

He was really uncomfortable when he was drunk, he couldn't use his body, and he was dizzy.Wen Heng deliberately slowed down his movements to take care of his feelings, Song Xunnan was even dissatisfied and urged: "Haven't you eaten? No, I'll come instead."

Wen Heng: "......"

In the next second, Song Xunnan regretted it.

......

When he woke up the next day, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. The first thing he did after waking up was to turn over and take the phone. His sore muscles were stretched during the movements, and he hissed in pain. He pressed the phone to make a voice.

"I won't go to the company for the past three days. Important information has been sent to my house, thank you."

No one paid any attention to the message, Song Xunnan frowned and withdrew, then glanced at the group of him, Xie Yao and others, good guy, no one got up.

In the end, he talked to Secretary Zhou, and An Anxin began to act badly.

Wen Heng came in with lunch and watched him lying on the bed playing games.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, and the quilt was draped around his waist, revealing the entire mottled back. But the master didn't realize it, lost the game and even clicked his tongue impatiently, and started another round.

Wen Heng's eyes darkened, he put down the plate in his hand, walked to the window and closed the screen.

Song Xunnan's eyes dimmed, he looked back, and smiled: "No way, Doctor Wen, what can you see on the opposite side with such a large distance between buildings?"

"As for."

Wen Heng's face was calm and breezy, but his hands were making sure that the curtain was drawn tightly before walking back to Song Xunnan's side.

Song Xunnan shrugged, thinking that the opposite side would not be so perverted as to look at a man's figure through the binoculars, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he propped himself up and half sat up after Wen Heng walked over.

The quilt slid down the skin, Wen Heng's eyelids twitched.

Song Xunnan stopped playing games, threw the phone away and hugged Wen Heng's waist sideways, rubbing against the soft home clothes, the ending sound was long and soft, still hoarse as he shouted last night, calling him : "My back hurts, rub it."

The sound is like a hook, twisting and twisting, scratching people's hearts.

Wen Heng rolled down his Adam's apple, pinched the extremely sensitive skin on the back of Song Xunnan's neck with his cold white fingertips, rubbed it lightly, and his voice became hoarse: "Eat first, otherwise it will be uncomfortable."

Song Xunnan sat on the bed and hugged him, naturally he couldn't see the strange expression on his face, raised his eyebrows, thinking that Wen Heng's self-control is good.He doesn't care about what happened last night anymore. After all, he is the one who puts pleasure first. He can do whatever he wants if he is comfortable, but he still wants to make things difficult for the other party, so he let go of his hand and leaned back on the bed crookedly, and began to mess around.

"You feed me, I have no strength in my hands."

One of the advantages of having a boyfriend is that you don't have to do it yourself to eat. Someone personally blows it cold and feeds it to his mouth. He only needs to open his mouth and it's over.

After dinner, Song Xunnan enjoyed Wen Heng's massage, and when he had nothing to do, he surfed Weibo to eat melons.

"not going to work today?"

"Well, I've invited you for three days," Song Xunnan said quietly, "If my company makes less than a dime in these three days, I'll have to rely on you."

Wen Heng thought for a while: "If you make more money, can you share it with me?"

"Are you greedy for my money?" Song Xunnan was surprised, and turned to weeping, "I thought you were looking at my beauty and admiring my inner beauty. It turns out that you are no different from others."

"...The play is over." Wen Heng withdrew his hand from under the quilt, probed Song Xunnan's forehead, and tapped it after Song Xunnan comfortably came over to rub his palm, "I feel uncomfortable in time." Tell me, sickness is troublesome."

"You still know a lot, and you have prepared a lot before." Song Xunnan squinted at him, with a posture of "Don't justify yourself, I won't listen".

Wen Heng didn't even want to defend himself, he said "um", and pointed to the bedside table: "Everyone, each other. I didn't expect you to buy so many sets and put them in it." They were all in someone's own size.

But perfect emergency.

Song Xunnan blushed and said, "I'll blow up balloons."

"Yeah, don't you think it's hard to blow up?"

"Oh, the fitness trainer asked me to practice more lung capacity."

"..."

Wen Heng felt that he was going back from living more and more, and even followed Song Xunnan's train of thought to flirt with him. He rubbed his forehead and smiled, and then pulled the quilt on Song Xunnan: "I have nothing to do today, you can rest for a while."

"No, I want to get up." Song Xunnan made up his mind to contradict him and pulled down the quilt again.

It was nothing to wake up properly, but he went to tease Wen Heng again, and it took nearly an hour before he got up from the bed.

——Then switch to lie down on the sofa and play games.

"Do you want to play games for a day?" Wen Heng had no choice but to pat the paralyzed person, asking him to make way for him.

"That's not true, I just suddenly got idle and I don't know what to do." Song Xunnan finished another round, inserted a piece of fruit that Wen Heng had cut, and said vaguely.

After speaking, he asked Wen Heng: "Why do you have nothing to do today?"

"Today is Saturday." Wen Heng reminded him.

Song Xunnan let out a long "Oh" before he realized it.

No wonder Wen Jinran didn't ask for leave today.

He remembered that not long ago someone gave him the latest projector, which was still unopened in Wen Heng's basement, so he mentioned it to Wen Heng.

"Take it to watch a movie?"

The two idlers did what they said, and tidied up Wen Heng's unused small living room, which happened to be a small theater.Song Xunnan even ordered a bunch of food and drink. When he was about to place an order, he asked Wen Heng if he wanted it. Wen Heng took the phone and swipe Song Xunnan's order, but he didn't finish it all at once. , and then pointed to the canned milk: "Here."

"Order one for you?" Song Xunnan took the mobile phone he handed over and wanted to add an order.

"No," Wen Heng laid out the food slowly, and replied, "You can't eat anything but this."

Song Xunnan: "..."

"Thank you for thinking about me," he gritted his teeth, "and don't look at whose fault it is."

For his own sake, he ended up simply ordering some drinks and a bunch of fruit.

The thick curtains were drawn, and the room darkened instantly, creating an atmosphere immediately.

Song Xunnan nestled comfortably on the sofa, eating strawberries with a soft pillow in his arms, and stuffed one in the mouth of Wen Heng who was sitting next to him: "Try it, it's quite sweet."

"What movie are you watching?"

"You choose." Song Xunnan peeled another orange.He doesn't like sliced ​​oranges, so he has to peel and eat them himself.

Wen Heng chose a recently popular suspense movie, and Song Xunnan didn't want to watch it again: "For another one, I want to watch a horror movie. This kind of atmosphere is just right for horror movies."

Wen Heng chose another high-scoring horror movie.

At the beginning of the movie, the rhythm is full, and the weird laughter of the doll directly raises people's fear, and the hero appears with the child's ethereal and weird laughter.

Then Song Xunnan started.

"No one will let him go to the wax museum, but he still wants to go, what do you think? But if you think about it, you won't be so stupid."

"Is it true that the main character in every ghost movie can't walk when escaping? Have to trip over something and crawl backwards on the ground? If you don't want your legs, you can donate them to those in need, thank you."

"The cat's eye on this door has a story at a glance, and it will definitely kill you in a short while. Oh, come on."

"Is this male protagonist blind? Such obvious clues are almost pasted on his face, and he can just ummm—"

Song Xunnan hugged the pillow and stared at Wenheng.

Wen Heng withdrew his hand to gag his mouth with strawberries, and then stuffed it in again, with a calm tone: "Eat more."

Song Xunnan chewed and swallowed. He felt the taste was good, so he opened his mouth.

Wen Heng took two more for him.

Song Xunnan rolled his eyes.

Wen Heng actually didn't like watching horror movies much, but with Song Xunnan beside him, it seemed different.

...Especially when the other party is a little bit talkative.

Facing the woman who suddenly jumped out and took up the entire screen

Ghost, Wen Heng took a sip of water calmly, his sleeves were grabbed, he looked sideways, and saw Song Xunnan pulling himself with drooping corners of his eyes, his hands tightly clutching the fabric of the clothes.

"What's wrong?" Wen Heng was in shock, Song Xunnan was scarier than the female ghost in the movie.

"Actually, I said so much, just to cover up my fear. In fact, I was scared to death. Try it, my heart beats fast." Song Xunnan grabbed Wen Heng's hand and placed it on his left chest.

"..." Feeling the strong and gentle heartbeat under his hand, Wen Heng believed his nonsense, "So?"

"So?" Song Xunnan repeated in disbelief, "Shouldn't you hug me to comfort me at this time?"

"Shouldn't you be the one who jumped into my arms in fright?" Wen Heng asked without changing his expression.

Both of them tried to think about their reactions, and they were both disgusted, and both fell silent.

But looking at Song Xunnan, he was still lying on Wen Heng's lap, lying on his back and eating leisurely, enjoying the life of degenerated limbs in advance.

Wen Heng put one hand on his waist and gently pressed the acupuncture points, and inserted the other hand into Song Xunnan's hair, softly.

"Do you want to eat?" Song Xunnan smoked a root of Baijiu, stood up and raised his chin, beckoning to Wen Heng.

Wen Heng lowered his head and bit it, but Song Xunnan didn't let go, smiled, bit the other end, then winked at him, and bit it bit by bit.

Baichun is getting shorter and shorter, and the distance between the two is getting closer.When there was the last bit left, Wen Heng bit off the whole berry and kissed it.

The red wine Song Xunnan bought tastes like the mellowness of red wine and the sweetness of butter between his lips and teeth.

Today is the weekend, and they can waste the whole day openly.

......

After watching a few movies, Song Xunnan stretched.

Wen Heng's fingertips still rested on his acupuncture points, he pressed it when he saw it, and asked him, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's okay, I've been fine a long time ago, just to tease you," Song Xunnan stretched his legs on the sofa, exercising his muscles and bones, "I want to have dinner at the Hangzhou restaurant you took me to before."

"It's a bit far there, start early and change clothes now."

Only then did Song Xunnan remember: "By the way, my car is still parked in front of the bar. I'll find a replacement driver to drive back."

"It's been six hours since you woke up, and you finally remembered," Wen Heng rubbed his head, "I had someone drive me back in the morning."

"Baby you are so kind, baby I love you." Song Xunnan kissed him, and went to the bedroom to change clothes.

Wen Heng touched the kissed chin, followed him back to the bedroom and stood at the door to watch him change clothes: "...Baby?"

Song Xunnan was putting on a sweater, and his voice was muffled in the clothes: "Maybe you like to fold words more? Baby?"

After he finished speaking, he laughed first, and pulled the collar of his clothes while laughing, and when he poked his head out, his face was flushed, and he was holding back.

Wen Heng nodded: "Yes, you'd better call me that when you go out."

Song Xunnan pressed his tongue against his palate, and said "tsk", refuting him with reasonable grounds: "How can the address you call at home be taken outside? I still call you brother on the bed, do you want to let me outside?" Calling you like that? Oh, it sounds very exciting, after all, people don’t know that I’m calling Brother Qing, it’s like having an affair.”

As he talked, he was sure of himself. He didn't hear Wen Heng's words after waiting for a long while, so he put on his pants and looked back, only to find that the way Wen Heng looked at himself made people feel creepy.

"Song Xunnan," Wen Heng called him seriously, "Don't you want to go out?"

His hand was already on the doorknob.

"...Well, I was wrong, I won't say it. Please do me a favor, let me go down to catch my breath, and I'll make troubles at night." Song Xunnan surrendered with both hands.

Wen Heng laughed angrily.

===

That restaurant is indeed a bit far away. Fortunately, there is no off-duty traffic on weekends, and the road is relatively smooth. When we come out after dinner, the lights are already on.

Wen Heng parked the car, Song Xunnan was a little full and wanted to take a walk around the neighborhood.

It's nearly the end of the new year, and many people put blessing characters and Spring Festival couplets on their doors. Some shops far away from home even rushed home early, and the shops closed.

"This store is also closed," Song

Xun Nan copied it in his pocket, and L didn't bother to take it out and bumped Wen Heng with his elbow, "I can't buy delicious beef pies in the morning, alas, what a pity."

He sighed exaggeratedly.

Wen Heng understood what he meant, stood side by side with him in front of the curtain, and said, "I'll make it if you want to eat it in the future."

"Will you do it?" Song Xunnan's eyes were expectant.

"You'll learn it after a while, let's go, and we'll go back after a short walk." Wen Heng took a few steps forward, turned around and waited for Song Xunnan to catch up, and then walked forward side by side.

It is cold in winter, and there are few people on the road. Most of them are pedestrians in a hurry. Few people like them go out for a walk to digest food. Let them have a quiet space.

But it was really cold outside, and the two walked for half an hour to go back.When passing by the 24-hour convenience store that Song Xunnan frequented, he asked Wen Heng to wait for him.

Wen Heng was waiting for him at the entrance of the convenience store.

Song Xunnan bought some chewing gum and two boxes of milk, and stared behind the boss while paying.

Wen Heng frowned.

There were almost all kinds of cigarettes behind the boss. He thought that Song Xunnan was addicted to cigarettes, so he opened the curtain and went in. After walking a few steps, he heard Song Xunnan say, "I want that."

He pointed to a box, paused, and said, "Three boxes here."

The boss was expressionless at first, but his eyes changed when he heard the three boxes, and he took them down for Song Xunnan.

Wen Heng's eyes were very good, and he was not nearsighted at all, so he immediately saw what Song Xunnan wanted.

x.

...and its own model.

He froze in place, it was too late to step forward, and it was too late to retreat.Because the boss had already seen him, he looked back and forth between the two of them with a dazed look on his face.

Song Xunnan noticed the boss's gaze, and turned his head. Seeing Wen Heng, he blinked, and the corners of his eyes showed a softened temptation. The smile on his lips seemed to be provocative, and he called him: "Brother, three boxes Is it too much?"

Wen Heng pinched his fingertips to suppress his restlessness, stepped forward with his long legs, and said to the boss, "Buy two more boxes."

Oh wow.

Song Xunnan raised his eyebrows.

One way, he sees who gets exhausted first.