Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

"What else do you want to take?" Wen Heng saw him standing there motionless, and asked aloud.

Song Xunnan fought in his heart for a while, and finally felt that it was too deliberate to take a step back and pretend to bump into something, so he shook his head with his back turned: "No more."

"Okay, you go and sit down first, breakfast will be ready in a while." Wen Heng said, looking at the head in front of his eyes, he stretched out his hand to touch it.

Wen Liang's palm rubbed against the soft hair, and when he retracted, he was a bit biased, accidentally rubbing against a small piece of skin on the back of his neck.Song Xunnan opened his eyes slightly in a daze.

He turned to look at Wen Heng's expression, and Wen Heng smiled at him.Song Xunnan tightened his grip on the milk box and said, "Okay."

After he heated up the milk in the microwave, Wen Heng had already served breakfast.

The baby came over smelling it, and rubbed against Song Xunnan trying to climb up.

"Without yours, didn't you have breakfast?" Song Xunnan let it pull his pants, ignored its big eyes of accusation, caught a shrimp pot sticker, and took a bite.

"Is it okay?" Wen Heng sat down opposite him.

"It's delicious." Song Xunnan licked the oil on the corner of his mouth and praised it strongly.

The two began to eat breakfast quietly.

Wen Heng stopped stirring the porridge with the spoon.

The dining table in his house is a square wooden dining table, and he usually sits on the side next to the wall, and Song Xunnan will sit opposite him.

But today he sat on his left.

That's not the point, the point is... His leg rubbed against his calf.

They were still rubbing against each other because of the uncomfortable posture, their legs occasionally touched each other, and then they separated quickly, maintaining a seemingly invisible distance.

Wen Heng was silent for a while, and called his name after a while: "Xiao Nan."

Song Xunnan was almost choked, he coughed a few times, and his voice was intermittent: "You...why are you calling me all of a sudden."

Wen Heng seldom called him a more intimate name, most of them called him by his name directly, or omitted it directly. This was really the first time to call him like this.

This made Song Xunnan feel unreal when he heard him calling him.

The second feeling is: the shout is really nice, let's do it again.

Wen Heng took out a piece of paper and handed it to him, but there was no text.

Song Xunnan asked: "What happened?"

The legs under the table changed positions again, probably because Song Xunnan stepped on the crossbeam with one foot, and the two knees touched, and even the temperature could be clearly felt through the material of the clothes.

Wen Heng shook his head: "It's nothing, let's eat."

He lowered his head and scooped up a spoonful of porridge.

The attitude of acquiescence made Song Xunnan even more aggressive, and his knees were there and never moved again.

Although Song Xunnan had always been bold and let go, it was the first time he did this kind of thing, his movements were not restrained, but his eyes never dared to look directly at Wen Heng.

Otherwise, he would definitely notice that the tips of Wen Heng's ears were a little red, covered a little by his sideburns.

After the two of them finished their breakfast in a state of uncertainty, Song Xunnan drove to Su Qing's clinic with Wen Heng, entrusted the baby there temporarily, then arrived at the airport, and flew straight across half of the country to City H .

"It's finally here. I want to sleep as soon as I get on the plane." Song Xunnan yawned, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

His winter down jacket is being put on his hands, and he is facing the high temperature of more than 30 degrees in H city with him.

"It's so hot, let's go to the hotel to put down our things first, and then let's go see the sea." Song Xunnan turned his head and called Wen Heng.

"Didn't you come out to discuss business?" Wen Heng reminded him not to be too blatant.

Song Xun Nanguang thought about going out on a trip with Wen Heng. He had forgotten about the business for a long time. When he was reminded, he remembered that he had to respect the excuse: "The company opposite has an appointment in four days, don't worry, we'll have enough fun first. Say it again."

The meeting four days later brought people over four days in advance.

Wen Heng nodded and said nothing.

Xie Yao booked the hotel for herself, Song Xunnan didn't know what it was like before he came again, and was notified that Xie Yao had booked a suite until a little later.

Quantity is one.

"Ah, this...cough," Song Xunnan forcibly suppressed the joy in his heart, with a serious face and condemnation, "This is what Xie Yao and the others ordered for me. I don't know what they think, did they forget what I said?" Want to be with you?"

Xie Yao, who was betrayed in seconds, sneezed half a country away.

Wen Heng asked the front desk: How many bedrooms are in the suite? "

"Two, sir."

Well, Xie Yao is still conservative.

Seeing the two men standing at the front desk lost in thought facing a room, the front desk said, "Gentlemen, this is the only room left in the suite."

"It's such a coincidence." Song Xunnan admired it sincerely.

The front desk lady smiled and said, "After all, winter is the peak tourist season in City H, and there are quite a lot of guests booking hotels. If the two of you want to change, you can only go to a single room."

Wen Heng took the room magnetic card: "No need to change it, let's go."

Song Xunnan blinked and followed him.The suitcase was rolling on the ground, very cheerfully.

After a nearly four-hour journey, it was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon when they arrived in the city, when the sun was at its sunniest.

Song Xunnan put his things on the ground and threw himself into the sofa. After a while, he got up again and lay down on the back of the sofa, resting his chin and looking out the window.

He was wearing khaki shorts and a Hawaiian-style short-sleeved shirt. The loose shirt was always swept around when carrying luggage. hip line.

He called Wen Heng.

Wen Heng saw this scene as soon as he turned his head.

"Wen Heng, I want to go out to play, you just promised me to go out."

Wen Heng put down the half-packed suitcase, walked over and stood beside him: "If you don't care that the sun outside will make you tan."

"You can just hang it in the sun, big man who cares about that," Song Xunnan said carelessly, and suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking, because he remembered something that Xie Yao must let him bring, so he forced a bend, "Actually... ...I'm so white, it's not good to be tanned, what if it doesn't look good, haha."

He laughed dryly.

Wen Heng said: "So you care about this."

Song Xunnan wanted to retort, "I'm not a sissy", but in the end he could only nod aggrievedly: "Yes, I don't care. It doesn't look good after being tanned. What if some people don't like it."

Wen Heng never refused his requests, Song Xunnan wanted to go to the beach, so he went with him.

The seaside is not as hot as expected, and even the sea breeze is a bit cool.

At this time, Song Xunnan was holding a coconut and taking a sip. He sat cross-legged under the beach chair in the scenic spot that Wen Heng paid a lot of money to rent, took out something from his backpack, and took out something. Chin: "Undress."

"What?" Wen Heng thought he had heard wrong.

"Take off your clothes," Song Xunnan repeated clearly, showing him the sunscreen in his hand, "here, I'll put on sunscreen for you, I'm kind. Take it off quickly."

If it weren't for the last three words, he would indeed look like a nice guy with a kind heart and a willingness to help others.But at this time Song Xunnan was already staring at the top button of Wen Heng's shirt, his eyes eager to try.

"I'll do it myself." Wen Heng opened his hand to him.

Song Xunnan shook his head and smiled, retracted his hand holding the sunscreen behind him, and hid it: "No, I'll apply it for you first, and you will help me later, so help each other."

The gods help each other.

Wen Heng raised his hand and started to unbutton the button.

Song Xunnan looked at his fingertips on the white shirt. At this time, his hands, which were used to holding a scalpel, were slowly undoing the first button.

Song Xunnan rolled his Adam's apple, feeling that he was somewhat abnormal.

Otherwise, how could he see Wen Heng taking off his shirt and seeing the excitement of unwrapping presents?