Chapter 15

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date="2020-11-14"

title="Chapter 15"

weight="105817"

series = ["Certificate of Conformity"]

mode = "manual"

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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 release his hand with a distressed look, and then apologize to Song Wenze again and again and express self-blame, but Chen Heng is not Su Yi, he does not think that 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 remove 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 said in a low voice: "I saw that my brother was injured here, so I was in a hurry." After a pause, he lowered his eyes to hide the dark color under his eyes, and the young man continued: "It's okay now. Did you let go of my hand?"

When Chen Heng heard that the sturdy palm of iron tongs was loosened, Song Wenze took the opportunity to get away, standing aside and rubbing the red marks on his wrist, with a joke in his voice: "Brother, you are too sensitive, right? , I won't do anything to you."

Pulling up the torn bathrobe, Chen Heng stood up on the sofa with both hands, bowed his head and fastened his belt.

The slightly longer bangs covered his eyes, and the man's voice was gentle: "Sorry, I overreacted."

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to be angry anymore, Song Wenze let out a sigh, but his heart was surrounded by a black mist, which made him anxious and uncomfortable. After enduring it, he finally couldn't help but ask: "Now you can tell me, what is going on with you?"

Chen Heng lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "Nothing happened, don't think too much."

Seeing the dazzling red marks all over the man's chest, the young man's forehead twitched slightly, and it took a long time before he managed to squeeze out a smile.

"I don't want to restrict my right to make friends, I'm just worried that you will be cheated by others."

"I know you care about me." Chen Heng's voice husky and softly comforted him: "I will pay attention."

Fearing that continued entanglement on this topic would arouse men’s disgust, the young man was silent and changed the subject: “Yichen’s company will leave first if he has something to do.” It was an explanation of Chen Heng’s question just now.

"Ok."

"By the way, I bought you a lot of clothes, you try to see if it fits."

With that, Song Wenze walked past him to the sofa, picked up the squashed brand-name packaging bag, and took out the clothes one by one.

Chen Heng stayed on the spot for a while, stepped forward, and faintly scanned the expensive clothing at first sight. "Don't buy clothes for me in the future. I can't fit the clothes in my closet."

The young man did not look back, "I like to see my brother wear the clothes I bought." His hands kept moving, picking and choosing a set, folded into Chen Heng's arms, "You go try."

Chen Heng did not move, but fixedly looked at the youth, "These clothes are too expensive, I don't need to wear them so well."

Song Wenze raised his eyes and stared at him, his snow-white face had a cold look, "It was originally bought for you, if you don't wear it, then you can throw it away." After all, the young man crumpled the things on the sofa into a ball. , Stuffed into the trash can in front of Chen Heng.

In the end, he raised his eyebrows, and a malicious smile was curled up at the corner of his mouth, "Anyway, it was Ou Yichen's money."

At this time, the young man's upper body was leaning against the wall, his hands folded around his chest, his delicate chin was slightly raised, and his face slightly sideways turned towards Chen Heng with a smile.

The line at the corner of Chen Heng's mouth was a bit stiff. After a long while, he nodded slightly, and a trace of helplessness flashed 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 changing clothes."

After a pause, Chen Heng lowered his head to hide the harsh expression in his eyes, "I still have to avoid suspicion. I don't want to cause unnecessary misunderstanding."

After speaking, he ignored Song Wenze's suddenly dark face, and walked into the room with his long legs. The young man who stayed in place stared at the closed door, clenching his fists tightly, his nails stuck in his palms without realizing it.

Perhaps the reason for being a plane model, Song Wenze's clothes are very good, the clothes selected for Chen Heng are simple and classic styles, worn on the body, adding a touch of elegance and calmness to the slightly plain facial features. In addition, the original owner is 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.

"Brother, you look good in this suit."

Chen Heng pretended to be a shy smile, "Really?"

"Yeah, but something seems to be missing." Song Wenze touched his chin and nodded his head, then frowned for a moment, then drew a belt from the pile of new clothes, "Try this belt."

Chen Heng was about to reach out to pick it up. The young man avoided his hand and walked in front of him, "I will help you."

"No." The words of refusal were blurted out, but the young man seemed to have not heard him, and suddenly stretched out his hand to wrap his waist.

The hot and damp and ambiguous breath sprayed on the side of his neck, bringing a weird numbness, and Chen Heng stiffened all over, abruptly resisting the urge to hit, and stood silently on one side. The breath was full of the fresh smell of Song Wenze's body. Chen Heng's hands placed beside him were retracted, and finally they were folded into fists and placed on both sides.

The slight breathing of the two men seemed to be heard in the air.

Hearing only a snap, the young man buckled the belt buckle, his fingertips inadvertently moved across Chen Heng's waist, and when the latter had no time to react, he pushed a step 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 rubbed his stomach, and then returned to the childish young man in an instant, "Brother, I'm hungry.

The man touched his hair, "You take a break, I'll call you when I'm ready."

"it is good."

Seeing the man turning to the back of the kitchen, the smile on Song Wenze's face faded, and his eyes were filled with ink.

After that day, Song Wenze stopped running outside and stayed in the living room every day, watching TV with his legs curled up on a pillow. Chen Heng was puzzled and asked why he didn't go out to play with Ou Yichen. The young man only said that he was tired from playing and wanted to have a good rest at home.

Chen Heng only thought that the two had quarreled again, and he didn't care much.

However, Song Wenze used to stay in his own room. Except for meeting in the morning and evening for dinner, he was not seen during the rest of the time. Now, every day he looks up and sees his head down. Chen Heng feels a little irritable but can't show it.

On the contrary, every time Song Wenze saw him, he would pull him over to watch TV together with a smile. Faced with the terrible special effects and botched plot on TV, Chen Heng was completely uninterested, and was completely dealing with Song Wenze.

Song Wenze was not so annoying before, and he didn't know what medicine he had taken 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 had fancyed had returned.

The car was carefully selected by Chen Heng. The brakes are not good and the airbag is broken. If it is hit head-on by a truck, it will definitely die. He has even found a reason to let Song Wenze drive the car to the auto repair shop alone. When that happens, he completely destroys the brakes in advance, and everything is logical.

The alibi proved that the problem of car brake failure can be explained, and Song Wenze's death can only be an accident.