You, don't flirt!

Tea house box.

After Wu Yuanliang and Du Wenjin joked a few words, they put down their teacups, and the smile on their faces faded slightly.

"You to that person..."

Wu Yuanliang seemed to inadvertently start the conversation, "Are you kidding or serious?"

Du Wenjin didn't seem surprised that Wu Yuanliang would ask this question.

However, he was not in a hurry to speak, he just raised his eyes, with a half-smile.

"How about playing, how about being serious? Is there a difference?"

"It makes a big difference."

Wu Yuanliang glanced at him speechlessly.

"If you treat that person just for fun like you used to bring those female companions, I will go back to help you with a fake identity now, brother, and send you to go abroad as soon as possible—in case that person doesn't even give you a whole body You stay."

Du Wenjin couldn't help laughing when she heard this.

"What if it's serious?"

"..."

Wu Yuanliang was speechless for a long time before he sighed, "As for your old man's violent temper, aren't you afraid that he will pick you up?"

Du Wenjin held the small teacup in front of her in the palm of her hand, and gently fiddled with the edge of the cup with her fingertips.

Then he slowly raised his eyes through the scent of tea wafting from the teacup.

With a smile in his eyes——

"At that time, someone will naturally block in front, what am I afraid of?"

Wu Yuanliang looked at him for a while, then nodded.

"Yeah.... I don't know if it's luck or misfortune that you fell in love with me."

The tone was full of mockery, and there seemed to be some self-consolation in the depths.

Du Wenjin didn't pay attention to the twists and turns in Wu Yuanliang's voice, and just responded with a casual smile.

"It's not you who suffered, so what are you worried about?"

Wu Yuanliang: "..."

In the corner of the room, Fang Miaomiao, who was trying to air himself, glanced at Wu Yuanliang sympathetically, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to the contact just now——

"Don't worry, the young seedlings have been nipped in the bud by my future brother and sister-in-law."

It's just that Fang Miaomiao hadn't finished writing this text message when the door rang outside the screen of the box.

As if someone pushed the door open, Du Wenjin and Wu Yuanliang, who were sitting at the tea table, stopped talking and laughing at the same time, and looked sideways.

After a while, the deep voice trembled slightly through the screen and the fragrance of tea——

"Jin'er, I'm here to pick you up."

Upon hearing this voice, the original three people in the room had different expressions and reactions.

Among them, Du Wenjin looked the most calm, and she directly looked back at the screen, as if she was not surprised by the man's appearance at all.

"I remember I said that you can't take the initiative to appear in front of me within four months?"

On the side of the screen, a man's tall and broad figure gradually stepped out, and those black eyes that were as sharp as a falcon swept across Wu Yuanliang's body.

Although there was no emotion, it made Wu Yuanliang's back inexplicably creepy.

Seeing Wu Yuanliang's immediate reaction with a terrified expression, Fang Zhihuai quietly moved his eyes away, and his eyes fell on Du Wenjin.

The voice and eyes were extremely gentle for a moment——

"I thought after last night we could have written it off."

"..."

Some unexpected scenes flashed across my memory, Du Wenjin looked slightly embarrassed for a moment, but soon he pursed his lips and smiled.

"What happened last night? I don't remember."

"..."

Wu Yuanliang, who was still sitting opposite Du Wenjin, looked at Du Wenjin in a daze.

... He really didn't expect that Du Wenjin's proud personality would have a rascal side?

Du Wenjin ignored Wu Yuanliang's astonished eyes. He lowered his eyes and played with the teacup in his hand, as if the man who was getting closer and closer to him had nothing to do with him.

Fang Zhihuai sighed helplessly, reached out and took one of the two coats on the hanger beside him naturally, put it on his arm and walked to Du Wenjin's side.

"There is a charity dinner in the circle tonight, I'll take you there to have a look."

"What are you doing there?" Du Wenjin frowned slightly, the corners of her lips were still curled up lazily, and her eyes slowly raised up on the man from bottom to top, "I'm just a little star, not a first-line-" If you have no capital and no background, why go to such an occasion to find yourself bored?"

Fang Zhihuai folded his long gray coat and leaned over——

"Is it not enough for me to be your capital and background?"

"..."

Du Wenjin was not in a hurry to answer, he just raised his chin and watched the man slowly leaning forward in front of him.

When he was less than a dozen centimeters closer, he didn't evade or retreat, but suddenly leaned forward——

In an instant, the distance between the two was close at hand, and their breathing could be heard.

The young man's beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed with a smile——

"You think I don't have enough black material, and you want to add another one for me, 'I don't hesitate to commit myself to the boss of the Huanye Group'?"

Fang Zhihuai raised his eyebrows slightly: "...commitment?"

Du Wenjin raised the tail of her eyebrows without showing any sign of weakness, and the light brown moles of tears traced slightly at the corners of her eyes.

"Isn't it?"

"..."

Seeing the bright red lips opening and closing in front of his eyes, Fang Zhihuai's eyes sank.

He pressed his chin lightly and quickly, kissed that lip, and then stood up straight.

"You're right."

With a calm expression, he is a model of a flawless beast in clothes.

Sitting opposite the tea table, Wu Yuanliang, who was less than [-] centimeters away from the two of them and watched the whole process of dog slaughtering up close:

"........."

"Then are you afraid?"

Fang Zhihuai spoke suddenly, as if pointing something.

Du Wenjin lifted her lips and smiled, her amber eyes sparkled: "You are not afraid, what am I afraid of?"

A smile flashed across Fang Zhihuai's eyes, then he lowered his head and raised his wrist, and glanced at the dial of his watch: "There are 45 minutes before the dinner, shall we go?"

"Ah."

Du Wenjin agreed, and turned to look at Wu Yuanliang across the tea table. "Thank you for that. If there is anything I can do to help in the future, I must ask - I don't want to owe favors for too long."

Wu Yuanliang raised his head when he heard the words, and before he could respond, he saw the young man who had just stood up straight on the opposite side being covered by the coat hanging between the arms of the man next to him.

Intentionally or not, the man stretched out his hand, and the young man's figure immediately leaned in his direction.

The young man who was distracted by the imbalance of his center of gravity raised his eyebrows.

Fang Zhihuai looked calm: "Sorry, my hands are shaking."

"...Tsk."

Du Wenjin closed the coat by herself, glanced at the man with a half-smile, and then walked outside——

"Parkinson's is a disease that can be cured."

After a while, the sound of Du Wenjin's footsteps was far away.

In the corner, Fang Miaomiao glanced hesitantly at the remaining two people, stuck out her tongue secretly, and followed the young man's back after muttering "Sura Field".

So there were only two people standing and sitting in the room.

Wu Yuanliang knew that Fang Zhihuai still had something to say, so he took a deep breath and raised his head.

Fang Zhihuai was not looking at him.

The man standing there raised his hand and gently rubbed the back of the wooden couch that Du Wenjin was sitting on just now.

"Nine years ago, I fell in love with a young seedling in Du's house. It just sprouted, and it was tender and white..."

The man's voice was low, as if he was talking to himself, but Wu Yuanliang's expression became serious.

Then he saw the man's eyes slowly fall over, with a coolness——

"Now this flower is about to bloom, but it always attracts some bees and butterflies out of thin air... It's useless for me to remind you kindly, young master Wu, what should I do?"

As soon as the words fell, before Wu Yuanliang had time to react, he heard a soft "click" in his ear.

"..."

Wu Yuanliang turned in the direction of the sound with a stiff expression, only to see an obvious crack and dislocation on the wooden back chair that Fang Zhihuai put his hand on.

"Ah, I'm so sorry."

The man's voice was still low and calm, and it sounded calm——

"I'm a little out of control, Young Master Wu, don't be offended. I have something to do today, so I won't bother you; if necessary, I will visit Wu's house in person some other day."

After speaking, the man turned around and went out.

In the room, Wu Yuanliang stared blankly at the wooden chair with an obvious crack across it for a while.

A little emotion flickered in his eyes.

After a while, he let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to let out all the depression in his chest.

And the entanglement and unwillingness completely dissipated from his eyes.

Wu Yuanliang picked up the cell phone next to him and sent someone a text message.

……

After a while, Du Wenjin's cell phone, who was standing in the front hall of the teahouse waiting for Fang Zhihuai to come out, vibrated.

He took out his mobile phone and swiped open the screen, and couldn't help laughing——

Wu Yuanliang: "Your family is always a jealous giant, right? You can protect those 'Na'er' and 'Jing'er' in the past. If you touch his hands, then your crime will be serious?"

Du Wenjin was smiling, and suddenly a small head stuck out beside him——

"'Jing'er' I know, it's Gu Jing who made the headlines with you and Mr. Fang two days ago...then who is this 'Na'er'?"

"..."

Du Wenjin raised an index finger, pressed the little girl's head and pushed her away.

"Miss Fang, although you are my personal assistant - it doesn't mean you can read my private text messages."

"Okay, Mr. Wen, I will definitely pay attention next time." Fang Miaomiao lowered her head obediently, but after a while she raised her head again, with a sly gleam in her eyes, "So this 'Na'er 'Who the hell is that?"

"..."

Du Wenjin glanced at her, seeing that the girl looked like "I won't give up if I don't know the answer", so he had to look away.

"Song Na."

"'Song Na'? Does it sound familiar?"

Fang Miaomiao muttered the name again.

At this moment, Fang Zhihuai came out from the back hall of the teahouse not far away, and stopped when he got here.

"Jin'er go to my car, I'll take you back tonight."

Fang Miaomiao, who was immersed in his own thoughts, was taken aback for a moment, and first brought his attention back to the present: "Then I...?"

"Are you Jin'er's assistant?"

Fang Zhihuai looked at Fang Miaomiao expressionlessly, "I can't sit down, go back by yourself."

Fang Miaomiao: "..."

Growing up so big, it was the first time she felt so clearly that they were really not born by the same mother...