You, don't flirt!

The waiter put the plate on the light brown satin cloth in front of Du Wenjin with stiff hands, silently.

As quiet as this private dining area is.

Everyone stopped moving, but the instigator of the embarrassing atmosphere remained calm. The silver knife and fork moved lightly under his palm, and the eyes of the crowd seemed to have no effect on the man.

Du Wenjin looked at Fang Zhihuai for a moment with cool eyes, then lowered his head to look at the diced steak on the plate.

After pausing for a few seconds, he picked up the silver fork beside him.

Li Xiaoqi, who had been watching stealthily from the side, let out a sigh of relief.

She was really afraid that Du Wenjin would get angry.

...Although, she had to admit that Boss Fang's behavior was not generally childish.

Gu Jing has never been a dull person. If she used to be in the middle of the game and couldn't see clearly the relationship between Du Wenjin and Fang Zhihuai, then Fang Zhihuai's act of declaring ownership just now is so obvious. , it has to be regarded as nakedly sending the answer to her nose.

If she couldn't understand it again, she would have spent so many years in the showbiz for nothing.

Unlike Li Xiaoqi, Gu Jing knew Du Wenjin's true identity and background very well, and it was this understanding that made her never think about the relationship between the two in that direction before.

Now that the facts are in front of her eyes, the shock in Gu Jing's heart is naturally beyond words.When she came back to her senses and adjusted her facial expression, Gu Jing gave Du Wenjin a complicated look, then turned her gaze away.

After figuring out the relationship between the two, she didn't have to think about it, and she knew who Fang Zhihuai's previous actions were for.

If she continues to chat with Du Wenjin ignorantly, I'm afraid that Boss Fang, whose face is not so dark after all, can turn the table away.

In this way, a lunch was spent in embarrassing silence.

On the whole table, probably only Pei Bowen was in a good mood while watching the play and eating.

After waiting for the meal, the five of them left together on the way out, Pei Bowen smiled and lowered his voice, and said to Zhihuai: "I really learned a lot today."

"..."

Fang Zhihuai looked at him expressionlessly.

Pei Bowen gave Fang Zhihuai an innocent smile back: "I want to know that you are so jealous, so I definitely won't pull you in - I didn't say that, the sanctimonious image you made in front of us a few years ago is too It is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, we are all used to your style of self-cultivation, and the turning point is so sudden, we have to give us an adjustment process."

Fang Zhihuai frowned, and lifted his thin lips slightly: "'Sanctuary'? If you don't join forces with you, is it considered to be a sanctimonious?"

"No no no."

Pei Bowen shook his index finger and smiled, "We used to think Mr. Fang was awe-inspiring, until the young master of the Du family came to look for you at the party that night, didn't you see the way you looked at him, followed by the lead Like a hook on a knife—the word 'sanctified' was never used since that day."

After walking two steps forward, Pei Bowen turned back with a smile and added, "...Oh, yes, just now Young Master Du and Xiao Jing chatted a little bit, and so did your eyes. The label of your Fang family has been affixed to the person."

Fang Zhihuai didn't speak again, and turned his gaze to the back of the young man walking in front.

…………

After the five people bid farewell, Fang Zhihuai drove Li Xiaoqi back home, and then drove Du Wenjin, who was resting in the passenger seat, back on the road.

After driving a few hundred meters, Du Wenjin, who had her eyes closed, frowned slightly and lifted her eyelids.

"...Where are you taking me?"

At this moment, the direction of the car was neither going to the square house in Xiqian Mountain, nor returning to Du Wenjin's own villa, but a bit like...

Fang Zhihuai opened his lips: "Go back to Du's house, I promised Mr. Du that I will take you to visit him in the afternoon."

"..."

Upon hearing Fang Zhihuai's familiar tone, Du Wenjin laughed angrily, "Is that my grandfather or your grandfather?"

Fang Zhihuai was silent for two seconds, his eyes turned ninety degrees sideways, and fell on Du Wenjin's face.

"Mr. Du is your grandfather and mine, it doesn't make any difference."

"..."

Du Wenjin choked on Fang Zhihuai's almost scoundrel answer, and for a moment really didn't know how to refute it.

When the best opportunity to rebut was missed, Du Wenjin didn't bother to worry about this issue any more. He lowered his eyes, thinking about the experience of leaving halfway because his mother was also in the Du residence last time, he didn't show any intention of objecting. Then Fang Zhihuai drove him to Du's house.

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Du Wenjin walked in front of Fang Zhihuai, and as soon as he entered the living room, he saw a familiar figure from behind.

"...Brother?"

Du Wenyu, who had his back to the two of them, had heard Mr. Du mention that the two would come, but he was not surprised. He turned back and stood up, greeted Fang Zhihuai, and then turned his eyes to Du Wenjin.

"You don't come home every day, and now you don't even make a phone call?"

Du Wenyu's face carried the seriousness of his elder brother.

Du Wenjin looked indifferent, and asked after laughing, "Where is grandpa?"

Du Wenyu raised his hand, "The tea room, I told you to hurry over and plead guilty as soon as you come back."

"...I'm afraid that's not the original words?" Du Wenjin raised her eyebrows slightly and asked with a half-smile.

"..."

Du Wenyu glanced at him, "The original saying is that when I see you coming in, I'll clean it up for you first—since you like to hang out outside, don't go home."

"It's still the same thing, it's really nothing new."

Du Wenjin smiled heartlessly, "Then I'll go up and see grandpa first."

Lifting his feet and walking a few steps, Du Wenjin seemed to have thought of something, and turned back to look at Fang Zhihuai: "Why don't you go up and see...Grandpa?"

The last address was a bit vague on purpose, Fang Zhihuai naturally knew that Du Wenjin was using his previous words to humiliate himself, but he didn't show any emotion, nodded and raised his legs to keep up with the pace.

Du Wenyu, who was about to greet Fang Zhihuai to go upstairs together, paused for a moment, looking thoughtfully at the backs of Du Wenjin and Fang Zhihuai.

... For such a person who calls Fang Zhihuai around regardless of age or age, he has only seen his brother as a special existence for so many years.

Before the kidnapping case happened five years ago, there were always people who thought that Fang Zhihuai and the other party were inseparable because Fang Zhihuai often went in and out of Du's house. It is definitely not him, the spokesperson of the Du family who is outside, but Du Wenjin who is not seen by many people.

The relationship between the two is often so good that Du Wenyu will have some inexplicable and horrifying guesses, but no matter which party is out of respect, he will suppress the thoughts that shouldn't arise at the first moment of thought.

Just like that.

Du Wenyu suppressed the thoughts in his eyes, and also walked upstairs.

Because the two were slower, when Du Wenyu walked into the tea room, Du Wenjin and Fang Zhihuai had already sat down.

Mr. Du was still the main seat, and there was a single sofa and a long sofa left, and the two who came in first chose to sit together.

Du Wenyu, who sat on the single sofa, felt a little indescribable.

Before he could figure out what he was feeling at this moment, he heard Fang Zhihuai's voice halfway through—

"...Jin'er and I had lunch together outside, and we didn't have time, so we just rushed over now."

Du Wenyu's inexplicable emotions that had just been born a few seconds ago inflated even more by that intimate name that he had heard so many times.

Du Wenyu frowned slightly.

After listening to Fang Zhihuai's words, Mr. Du glanced at Du Wenjin, as if he didn't care; but when he glanced over solemnly, he still stayed for a while longer.

"... I heard from Zhihuai, what movie are you making recently?"

Putting his hands on his knees, Du Wenjin, who was still in the obedient state he had just met with Mr. Du, was startled for a moment. After two seconds, he blinked and raised his head.

No wonder he was surprised, but it was the first time he had chosen to take the path of acting for so many years, and it was the first time he heard Mr. Du willing to take the initiative to mention something related to his career.

Seen by his little grandson's eyes, he was about to turn into anger from embarrassment. Mr. Du knocked hard on the faucet crutch in his hand, and snorted angrily.

"Let me tell you—don't think I agreed, if it wasn't for Zhihuai..."

The voice stopped abruptly, but the amount of information revealed was enough.

Du Wenjin gave Fang Zhihuai a complicated look, then turned away, and looked at Old Man Du again.

"A movie about the Republic of China."

Du Wenjin voluntarily picked up when Mr. Du didn't know how to make sense of the matter.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Du Wenjin took out his phone again, opened Weibo, called up the promotional Weibo posted by the crew before, and clicked into the photo of himself in military uniform.

Du Wenjin handed the phone to Mr. Du.

Mr. Du originally looked annoyed and didn't want to look at it, but in the end he "couldn't resist" his persistent little grandson, so he took the phone.

The young man in the photo made old man Du startled.

In order to pursue the promotional effect of the film, this set of makeup photos was chosen in a retro black and white style.

The young man in the photo has a fair face, neat military decorations, and a straight figure. The awe-inspiring military aura emerges from those sharp eyes, with a decisive and indomitable temperament.

And the aging process of the photo itself makes the young people in high spirits in the photo also carry some traces of time that will never return. It really looks like an old photo dug out from nowhere, and it seems to be carrying a generation. memory...

Mr. Du himself has several photos like this.

When I first named my two grandchildren, I didn't want to choose Wen Yu and Wen Jin, but Anguo and Dingbang.

It was Du Zeshan who was still alive at that time and stopped his father with a smile - the era of the name An Guo Dingbang has passed, and the era of An Guo Dingbang itself has passed.

The past should stay in the old photos.

That's why Mr. Du hoped that his two grandsons could become a generation of literary giants, and he also thought so; but he never thought that one day he would be able to see himself in one of them.

So as soon as he ran into him like this, he was caught off guard, and Mr. Du couldn't help being stunned there.

He even forgot to put on an expression of reluctance, and first brought back memories of who knows how many years ago.

...Perhaps the older a person is, the easier it is to be trapped in the cage called "the past" from which he can never get out.

Mr. Du was stunned for a few minutes.

No one spoke in the tea room.

Fang Zhihuai made this arrangement with anticipation, Du Wenjin understood Fang Zhihuai's intention after thinking about it, and Du Wenyu didn't know what kind of photos Du Wenjin showed the old man, but saw the other two people not making a sound , and did not act rashly.

A few minutes later, Mr. Du returned the phone to Du Wenjin.

"...Do you like this character?"

Mr. Du's tone was steady, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

Du Wenjin was silent for a few seconds: "I like every character."

"..."

Old man Du glanced at him.

Du Wenjin pursed her lips: "I especially like this one."

This time, another long silence passed, and then Mr. Du sighed slowly.

"After your father's death day next month, move back."

Both Du Wenjin and Du Wenyu were startled.

Mr. Du tapped the faucet crutch and looked at Du Wenjin.

"Make a pot of tea."

"……Um."

Only then did Du Wenjin come back to her senses, the corners of her lips curled up uncontrollably.

He stood up and ran to the glass display case with several sets of tea sea tea sets on the side.

Behind Du Wenjin, Mr. Du, who maintained a serious expression, leaned his upper body towards Fang Zhihuai.

"Xiaojin's tea is not bad, have you ever had Zhihuai?"

"..."

Thinking about the set of tea sea tea set that someone always kept in Fang Zhai five or six years ago, Fang Zhihuai shook his head sincerely, "I haven't drunk it."

Grandpa Du narrowed his eyes slightly with a smile.

"This time I have a chance, try it."

Fang Zhihuai's thin lips raised an inconspicuous arc.

"It's your blessing, Mr. Todou."

"..."

Mr. Du was even happier.

Du Wenyu, who watched the whole process on the opposite side, was in a complicated mood.

…………

The last cup of tea, steaming with hot mist, came to Fang Zhihuai's hand.

Fang Zhihuai glanced at Du Wenjin regretfully and innocently as his fingertips, which were slightly hot from the teacup, were about to leave.

Du Wenjin sat down not far from him.

The tension between the grandparents and grandsons was solved, and the conversations gradually increased. However, with Fang Zhihuai around, the two grandsons unfortunately couldn't snatch it from Fang Zhihuai. Mr. Du's attention.

"Zhihuai is still in the company, right? I heard some time ago that your father has completely delegated power to you now."

Fang Zhihuai nodded.

"Father's physical condition has not been as good as before in the past two years, and he also wants to rest. Now I am basically taking care of the group, and I even come to visit you in Du's house less often, but when things get better here I'm on the right track, I'll definitely come to visit often." Fang Zhihuai seemed to glance away from Du Wenjin unintentionally, with a faint smile floating in those deep black eyes, "As long as you don't dislike me for bothering me at every turn good."

"Zhi Huai, you've missed the mark with your words."

Mr. Du smiled happily, "Who in your generation doesn't know that you are the best one, huh? You can come to Du's house often, and by the way, help me mention these two unsatisfactory boys. It's too late to be happy!"

Fang Zhihuai's tone was modest: "Mr. Du, I am about the same age as Wen Yu, and his ability is not inferior to mine. How dare I say something, it can only fill in each other's vacancies; as for Jin'er..."

Fang Zhihuai's focus fell on Du Wenjin, with a smile on his eyes, "As for Jin'er, he has different interests, but just because of his level of learning how to make tea for you, I'm not as good as you." far away."

Mr. Du was so coaxed by Fang Zhihuai that he couldn't close his mouth. After a while, he waved his hand and asked, "But I heard that Huanye wanted to turn around. Is this true?"

Fang Zhihuai nodded without hesitation.

"Well, in the past two years, I want to lead Huanye to enter the field of entertainment and media."

"........."

Du Wenjin, who was bored listening to it, was startled, and his gaze fell over in astonishment.

... He never said that Fang Zhihuai wanted to vigorously develop Huanye Group in this area.

After all, according to the capital distribution of the Huanye Group in the early years, although it also meant to make some innovations in the direction of entertainment, the main force has not been divided here, and most of them are in other areas that are originally important.

And since Fang Zhihuai expressed his intention at this time, it shows that the Huanye Group must make some big moves within a year or two.

Fang Zhihuai naturally noticed the change in Du Wenjin's expression, he turned his gaze to give Du Wenjin a comforting look, and then turned to Mr. Du.

"After this transition period passes, I will also resign as CEO when the group's work is back on track."

If the previous question just made Mr. Du and Du Wenyu think about it, then Fang Zhihuai's words this time made them almost stunned.

Fang Hai delegated power to Fang Zhihuai because of his own age, and although Fang Zhihuai was young, he had already achieved impressive results among his elders; but now Fang Zhihuai is only [-] years old, but he said he would resign , it's not like his father wants to rest because of getting old, right?

This bright question was on the faces of the two of them, but Fang Zhihuai did not explain it in detail, but only vaguely said——

"There are a lot of affairs in the group, and I also feel a little powerless. After getting on the right track, it's more reassuring to leave it to professional managers, and it can also save worry."

Mr. Du and Du Wenyu looked at each other, and they could tell that this was just Fang Zhihuai's excuse.

It's just that the other party obviously doesn't want to discuss this question in depth, so they can't continue to ask for the real answer.

The topic was pulled away, and after everyone chatted for a while, Du Wenyu suggested that while the sun was still good, they could sit in the garden pavilion at the back of the house for a while.

The others readily responded.

So old man Du went first, Du Wenyu followed old man Du, and Du Wenjin, after winking at Fang Zhihuai, led him to turn around before leaving the house, and went to the long corridor next to the side door.

When the servants next to them were sent away, there was only silence in the corridor where only the two were left.

Du Wenjin leaned against the wall and remained silent for a while before raising her gaze.

"What you said... is true?"

Fang Zhihuai originally felt some inexplicable itch in his heart when he saw the young man lazily leaning against the wall, and his eyes covered by the slightly drooping black hair.

When Du Wenjin took the initiative to speak, he took advantage of the situation and took a step forward, shortening the short distance between the two of them.

"Which thing...huh?"

The man's deep and burning breath came close to Du Wenjin's ear, and blew past it vaguely.

"........."

Du Wenjin raised his eyes and glanced at Fang Zhihuai angrily, and held back for a while before pushing him away without reaching out for him.

"You said before that the Huanye Group wanted to enter the entertainment media."

Fang Zhihuai looked at the beautiful side face of the young man who was close at hand, his thin lips curved slightly.

"Well, it's true."

"..." Even though he knew the answer, Du Wenjin still breathed slightly after reconfirming, "Why?"

When he asked this sentence, there was a bit of complicated emotion in his amber eyes.

"..."

Fang Zhihuai gave a low laugh.

"You clearly know the answer, Jin'er."

Du Wenjin clenched the white palm hanging by his side lightly, and then he turned his face sideways, with a sharp arc on his jawline.

"I do not need."

Fang Zhihuai leaned closer and kissed the young man's neck. "……I need to."

"Huanye Group's market share in the original field, there is no need to take this kind of risk-what else do you need?"

Du Wenjin looked slightly annoyed.

Fang Zhihuai leaned against Du Wenjin's neck and chuckled: "Of course I need you. I need you to be within my sight—it's best if I reach out and touch you."

"...Fang Zhihuai!"

Du Wenjin lowered her voice, and whispered angrily.

"It's what I need, Jin'er."

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, "This has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to worry about it.... You just have to do what you want to do and walk the way you want to go."

Fang Zhihuai paused, and laughed hoarsely: "Because I am for myself, I will always be by your side."

Du Wenjin took a deep look at Fang Zhihuai.

"Okay, I remember....Even if there is something in the future, I won't feel guilty."

After speaking, Du Wenjin turned around and walked out of the corridor with a little annoyance of being powerless.

Fang Zhihuai was not in a hurry to follow.

He stood there with deep eyes, and the corridor was quiet.

After a while, Fang Zhihuai chuckled suddenly.

"Aren't you tired of hiding?"

When the words fell, he turned his head to look at the stairs on the side of the corridor.

After he finished speaking, a figure came out from there.

The man had a complicated expression on his face, and his eyes were even more gloomy.

"...Did you let me see it on purpose?"

Du Wenyu's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked in a cold voice.

Fang Zhihuai's thin lips parted slightly: "I've always disliked passive defense, and I prefer to keep the initiative in my hands....Especially when I have a weakness that you can't hurt."