Just when the atmosphere became tense, the young man frowned slightly, and suddenly softened his voice: "Brother, you hurt me."
If it was Su Yi, he would definitely let go of his hand with a distressed look on his face, and then apologize to Song Wenze again and again and express his remorse, but Chen Heng is not Su Yi, and he does not think the young man in front of him is weak. Through these days of getting along, Chen Heng found that Song Wenze was smarter and more dangerous than he thought.
Therefore, Chen Heng did not withdraw his hand, but his tone was somewhat restrained: "I am not used to others touching me."
Song Wenze listened, was silent for a moment, and then whispered: "I saw that my brother was injured here, and I only did this when I was in a hurry." After a pause, he lowered his eyes to cover the dark color in his eyes, and the young man continued: "It's okay now. Did you let go of my hand?"
Hearing this, Chen Heng released his iron-claw-like big palm, Song Wenze took the opportunity to escape, stood on the side rubbing the red marks on his wrist, and complained with a hint of joke in his voice: "Brother, you must be too sensitive, right? , I won't do anything to you."
Pulling on the torn bathrobe, Chen Heng stood up with his hands on the sofa, lowered his head and fastened his belt.
The slightly longer bangs covered his eyes, and the man's voice was gentle: "I'm sorry, I overreacted."
Seeing that the other party didn't seem to be angry anymore, Song Wenze let out a sigh of relief, but his heart was surrounded by a cloud of black mist, which made him anxious and uncomfortable. Endured and endured, he finally couldn't help but ask: "Can you tell me now, what's going on with you?"
Chen Heng lowered his eyes and said lightly, "Nothing happened, don't think about it."
Seeing the dazzling red marks all over the man's chest, the young man's forehead twitched slightly, and after a long time, he forced a smile.
"I'm not trying to limit my brother's power to make friends, I'm just worried that you will be deceived by others."
"I know you care about me." Chen Heng reassured him in a hoarse and gentle voice: "I will pay attention."
Afraid that continuing to entangle on this topic would cause men's disgust, the young man was silent and changed the subject: "Yi Chen's company will leave first if he has something to do." This is to explain Chen Heng's question just now.
"Um."
"By the way, I bought you a lot of clothes, try them on to see if they fit."
With that said, Song Wenze walked past him to the sofa, picked up the crushed brand-name packaging bag, and took out the clothes inside one by one.
Chen Heng stayed in place for a while, then stepped forward and glanced at the clothes that were worth a lot of money at first glance, "Don't buy clothes for me in the future, there's too much clothes in my closet."
The young man didn't look back, "I like to see my brother wearing the clothes I bought." He kept moving his hands, picked out a set, folded his body and stuffed it into Chen Heng's arms, "Go and try."
Chen Heng didn't move, and looked at the young man, "These clothes are too expensive, I don't need to wear them so well."
Only then did Song Wenze raise his eyes to stare at him, with a cold look on his snow-white face, "I originally bought it for you, if you don't wear it, just throw it away." After that, the young man crumpled the things on the sofa into a ball. , stuffed it into the trash can in front of Chen Heng.
At the end, he raised his eyebrows, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It was Ou Yichen's money anyway."
At this time, the young man's upper body was leaning against the wall, his hands were crossed in front of his chest, his delicate chin was slightly raised, and his face was slightly sideways toward Chen Heng with a smile that was not a smile.
The lines at the corners of Chen Heng's mouth were a little stiff. After a while, he nodded slightly, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
"I really can't help you."
He shook his head, took the suit, and when he turned to change, the young man stopped him behind him.
"Brother, we are all men, you don't need to worry about me when you change your clothes."
After taking a step, Chen Heng lowered his head and covered the sternness in his eyes, "I still have to avoid suspicion. I don't want to cause unnecessary misunderstandings."
After he finished speaking, he ignored Song Wenze's darkened face and walked into the room with his long legs. The young man who stayed in the same place stared at the closed door, his hands clenched tightly, and his nails were embedded in his palms without knowing it.
Perhaps because of being a graphic model, Song Wenze's clothes are of very good quality. The clothes for Chen Heng are all simple and classic styles. Wearing them on his body adds a touch of elegance and calmness to the slightly dull facial features. In addition, the original owner is tall and tall, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, which is especially suitable for wearing white shirts. Song Wenze bought him mostly white shirts of various styles.
When Chen Heng put on his clothes and walked out, Song Wenze recovered his emotions and smiled at him with a serious smile.
"Brother, you look so good in this outfit."
Chen Heng pretended to be shy and smiled, "Really?"
"Yeah, but something seems to be missing." Song Wenze touched his chin and nodded heavily, then frowned and thought for a moment, then pulled out a belt from a pile of new clothes, "Try this belt."
Chen Heng was about to reach out to pick it up, but the young man avoided his hand and went around in front of him, "I'll help you."
"No need." The words of rejection blurted out, but the young man suddenly stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around his waist as if he didn't hear it.
The hot and humid breath sprayed on the side of his neck, causing a weird numbness. Chen Heng was stiff, resisting the urge to hit him, and stood silently on one side. The breath was filled with the fresh smell of Song Wenze's body. Chen Heng's hands on his side were retracted and released, and finally they were folded into fists and placed on both sides.
There seemed to be a slight breathing sound from the two of them in the air.
Hearing a snap, the young man fastened the buckle of the belt, his fingertips inadvertently slid across Chen Heng's waist, before the latter had time to react, he pushed back and said with a slight smile, "This is perfect. ."
Chen Heng smiled perfunctorily and changed the subject, "Have you eaten yet?"
"Not yet." Song Wenze touched his stomach, and in an instant he returned to the boyish young man, "Brother, I'm hungry.
The man touched his hair, "You take a rest first, I'll call you when I'm ready."
"it is good."
Seeing the back of the man turning and walking towards the kitchen, the smile on Song Wenze's face faded, and his eyes were filled with ink.
After that day, Song Wenze stopped running out and stayed in the living room every day, holding a pillow and curling his legs to watch TV. Chen Heng was puzzled and asked him why he didn't go out to play with Ou Yichen. The young man only said that he was tired and wanted to rest at home.
Chen Heng only thought that the two had quarreled again, and didn't take it seriously.
However, Song Wenze used to stay in his room. Except for meeting in the morning and dinner at night, he couldn't see him at the rest of the time. Now he can't see him every day when he looks up and looks down. Chen Heng's heart is a little irritable but he can't show it.
However, every time Song Wenze saw him, he would pull him over with a smile to watch TV together. Facing the bad special effects and clumsy plots on TV, Chen Heng was completely uninterested, and was just dealing with Song Wenze.
Song Wenze wasn't so annoying before, and he didn't know what medicine he was taking wrong.
Just when Chen Heng's patience was about to reach its limit, he received a call saying that the owner of the second-hand car he was looking for had returned.
The car was carefully selected by Chen Heng, with bad brakes and bad airbags. If it was hit head-on by a truck, it would be fatal. He had even found a reason for Song Wenze to drive the car to the auto repair shop alone. By then, he would completely destroy the brakes in advance, and everything would be a matter of course.
Absence proves that the problem of the car's brake failure can be explained, and Song Wenze's death can only be an accident.