Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

The riverside is colder than other places, the wind blows on the face, and the ears are a little stiff.

The street lamps in the distance are reflected in the water, shattered into phantoms as the sparkling water swayed.

"Your phone is off, I can't find you."

Hearing what Wen Heng said, Song Xunnan checked his pocket, touched the hard-touch phone case with his fingertips and remembered something, took it back, and said "oh" slowly.

"The phone died after sending you a message."

There were too many people looking for him today, phone calls and messages, one after another, without stopping, Song Xunnan directly muted.

When it was time to get off work at night, I realized that the battery was almost dead.Seeing the last battery run out, Song Xunnan felt a long-lost cleanliness.

That way no one can find him.

Let him be quiet for a while.

Song Xunnan originally thought so, meeting Wen Heng here was not in his plan.

He reached out and took out a can of beer from the shopping bag in the convenience store next to him, hooked his right index finger, opened it with a "squeak", and glanced at Wen Heng before pouring it into his mouth, as a gesture.

"Do you drink?"

After seeing Wen Heng shaking his head, he didn't say anything, and poured the beer in his hand to his mouth.

Maybe he drank in a hurry, Song Xunnan choked, and then slowed down, looking at a certain point in the night sky, without focusing.

Wen Heng quietly accompanied him beside him.

"You've been looking for me for a long time?" Song Xunnan asked, and when he turned his head to look at Wen Heng, the lights on the shore caught in his eyes.

His suit jacket had been thrown on the grass, Wen Heng's coat was only wearing a thin shirt, and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, making people feel cold for him at a glance.

When I shook Wen Heng's hand just now, I said that his hands were cold, but in fact I didn't feel much better, both of them's hands were like ice cubes.

"Not long," Wen Heng said, "in a bad mood?"

Song Xunnan made a breathy sound from his nasal cavity in response to him.

"Are you going home now?"

"No return."

Wen Heng only said: "Okay." He reached out to touch the bag on the ground.

Song Xunnan said in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Wen Heng took out a can of beer from the shopping bag in his hand, opened it, and took a sip.

The taste of fermented grains is really not delicious, it tastes offensive, Wen Heng seldom touches wine, he frowned slightly and paused for a moment, then said slowly: "Accompany you."

Song Xunnan looked at him.

Wen Heng's overcoat was on him, and now he was wearing a dark blue turtleneck sweater, the collar bound his Adam's apple, rolling up and down while swallowing beer.

Wen Heng has nothing to do with wine, but once the two are tied together, it seems that he has a certain contrasting charm.

Breaking away from the image of a cold and reticent doctor, it is more vivid.

Song Xunnan looked at him for a few more seconds, then laughed vaguely, flicked the cigarette butt that was about to burn out, and crushed it out.

"You should know what's wrong with my company, right?"

Wen Heng nodded.

Maybe it was because the environment was so good, the atmosphere was already here, and Song Xunnan suddenly felt that there was no need for him to hold on any longer.

"When I was sitting in that position in the conference room today, I was so nervous and nauseated that I wanted to vomit." He opened his mouth slowly, and suddenly had the desire to tell others about his bad day.

And this person will not laugh at his weakness and incompetence.

Who doesn't panic when encountering such a thing?Song Xunnan also panicked, but he is the leader of the company, the president whom the employees trust and rely on. If he fails, this hurdle will really be difficult to overcome.

"I desperately told myself to calm down and hold my breath. Everything has not reached the worst point, and I can solve it."

"If it was me before, I could have waved my hand and said I would quit, but not now. I am their boss, if I quit, what would they do? Resign? Unemployed? Change jobs?"

Song Xunnan looked into Wen Heng's eyes and smiled, but Wen Heng could only see the bitterness hidden under his smile.

Song Xunnan said: "The children behind them,

Parents, lover, what should I do? "

"What you did was right," Wen Heng sighed lightly, "but don't push yourself too hard."

"I have to force it," Song Xunnan shook his head, "I have the capital to do it all over again, but not everyone has this opportunity. I have to be responsible to them."

Wen Heng has long discovered that Song Xunnan always bears everything on his own initiative or passively. Whether it is good or bad, he seldom tells outsiders, and only grits his teeth to get through it.

In the past, of course everything is fine.The past is like smoke, and when he mentions it again, he can even talk about the pain with a smile, joking and joking.

But he doesn't know that those who love him will feel distressed.

Song Xunnan looked up at the night sky. There was only a crescent moon in the sky, half covered by clouds.

"Sometimes, I always feel like fate..." He shook his head in the middle of speaking, opened another can of beer with a smile, and pointed at Wen Heng, "I'm in a bad mood today, since you're all drunk, then How about drinking more with me?"

Wen Heng raised the beer in his hand and touched him lightly.

The foam was knocked out, but no one cared.

Song Xunnan didn't seem to be drinking, but seemed to be venting. When Wen Heng came, there were a few beer cans piled up at his feet, and now there are more.

"I walk from the bridge every day. When I came here, I came to sit on the bank for the first time and take a look at the scenery here."

Song Xunnan was already drunk, and his voice was vague and ethereal when he spoke. He rested his elbows on his bent knees, resting his chin on the elbows. He didn't see Wen Heng, he didn't know where to stare, his eyes were blurred.

"I haven't asked just now, how did you find me?"

In fact, Wen Heng didn't know that Song Xunnan would be here. He searched all around the neighborhood and found no one. When he just came out of the convenience store and decided to expand the area and search for another hour, the boss who chased him out of the store told him A young man bought a lot of beer and cigarettes from him and walked to the river.

"He seems to be in a bad mood, but don't commit suicide. There are often people who get drunk and throw themselves into the river in the middle of the night. You say you are young, what can't you think about?"

The boss's unintentional words made Wen Heng almost froze in place, and after a pause, he opened his mouth to refute the boss: "He won't."

Thanks to the shop owner's guidance, Wen Heng walked along the embankment and finally found Song Xunnan here.

Song Xunnan smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "Then my face must be ugly, otherwise the boss wouldn't think that I would give up my good life and throw myself into the river to feed the fish."

Wen Heng looked at him quietly.

Song Xunnan had been watched by him for a long time, and he moved his body uncomfortably: "What's wrong?"

Wen Heng leaned closer to him.

The familiar handsome face kept enlarging in front of his eyes. The other person's body was covered with a unique disinfectant mixed with a woody scent and a little bit of coldness from the cold night. It smelled special and pleasant, like an empty embrace, encircling Song Xunnan. .

Song Xunnan forgot to breathe for a moment.

When he could clearly see Wen Heng's well-defined eyelashes, the distance between the two was so close that there was only one palm.

He parted his lips lightly: "You..."

The sound was blown away in the wind.

Wen Heng lowered his eyes, stared at him for a moment, then pulled away from him.

Song Xunnan saw him throw aside the withered yellow willow leaves twisted out of his collar.

It turned out to help me tidy up my clothes...

Song Xunnan covered his face with his hands on his knees, not knowing what he was thinking.

The wind picked up again, Wen Heng opened his mouth.

Song Xunnan didn't pay attention and said, "What did you say?"

Wen Heng moved closer, and this time Song Xunnan heard clearly, and the air flow of the other party's speech was blowing in his ears.

"When you don't want to laugh, don't laugh."

Song Xunnan's ears are very sensitive. Jiang Xiao did this to him last time, but he didn't feel it more deeply this time. Like an electric shock, he trembled all the way from his earlobe to his back, making him shiver slightly.

After this weird feeling passed, Song Xunnan thought belatedly, he saw it again.

Wen Heng said: "I don't have any demands on you, so you can do whatever you want."

Song Xunnan lowered his head, and it took him a long time to "hmm"

Voice.He relieved himself, leaned his head on Wen Heng's shoulder, and half closed his eyes.

He even felt that the other party was stiffened by his sudden movement, and then relaxed again.

Song Xunnan rested on Wen Heng's shoulder and neck with peace of mind, and the coat on his shoulders slid down, and was pulled up again by someone half-closed in his palm.

"Headache, it's so cold here," the alcohol hoarse his voice, his slender eyelashes blocked the look in his eyes, and his movements seemed to be seeking comfort, "Take me away, Wen Heng."

Wen Heng's expression froze, his eyes flickering, and finally raised his hand, and the cold and warm fingertips like white jade touched the side of Song Xunnan's neck, helping him to block the wind.

Even the voice is warm and cool: "Let's go, it's getting late."