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Although Wen Yunting has never received Mrs. Shen in person, she can often be seen in the media, attending various banquets and opening ceremonies, and Mrs. Shen always shows the public with a dignified, elegant, noble and generous demeanor.And the reason why the young master didn't want to go home was because he didn't want to eat the dishes cooked by his mother, and what was even more frightening was that he was at risk of being admitted to the hospital.

"Is it really that scary?" Wen Yunting was skeptical. With that kind of beautiful mother, the dishes should be a feast in the fairyland.

Shen Zhehang chuckled, and I will understand when I have a chance to show you a taste.Others are cooking queens, she is a cooking witch, adding seasoning is like making potions.

It's mealtime right now, and there are queues for restaurants with exquisite and elegant decorations. Wen Yunting took Shen Zhehang to a few shops in the shopping mall opposite, and when he learned that he would have to wait for half an hour at the fastest, he suggested: "Master, the roadside stalls are waiting for you." Can you accept it? If possible, I will take you to a fried noodle restaurant, the taste is very good."

What's wrong with Shen Zhehang? He also ate a lot from roadside stalls. After class, he avoided the driver's eyes and ears and went to the wonton stall by familiar ways. He was caught and scolded many times.Maybe everyone has a certain misunderstanding of the pampered young masters, thinking that they must be accompanied by delicacies from mountains and seas every day, and that the water and five constant rice in Yuquan Mountain are all the best things.In fact, it is not the case. If you eat too much of this kind of delicate cuisine, you will lose the fun of exploring food. The down-to-earth snacks on the roadside are the favorites of Young Master Shen in his childhood.

Wen Yunting is not the case, he deeply doubts that he will have such an idea, it is entirely because the material conditions are too rich, and he just wants to experience the fun of common people.

It was getting late and the lights were just coming on, as if they were being rubbed with a match, colorful lights came out together.Shen Zhehang followed Wen Yunting, bypassing the winding alleys, separated by a pedestrian street, there were bursts of yelling and noise, as well as fireworks rising in the air, he stopped in his tracks: "Night market?"

Wen Yunting was surprised: "You actually know about the night market?"

Shen Zhehang cast an indifferent look, obviously not wanting to explain too much.Wen Yunting enthusiastically introduced that this is the largest night market nearby!Heaven for overtime men!

When the two walked over, Shen Zhehang took a look, and it really was a very long night market, with no end in sight.The chow mein stall they were going to was in the middle and back of the night market. Shen Zhehang was almost dazzled along the way, and the most asked question was "What is this?" Wen Yunting gave him Amway with his rich night market experience All kinds of fairy snacks, finally Shen Zhehang stopped in front of the stinky tofu stand he hated, and ordered a big portion.

...Wen Yunting was one meter away from him. This was definitely the worst Amway failure since he entered the marketing department.

The two found a place to sit under the sun umbrella set up by the fried noodle stall, and Wen Yunting ordered in a high spirited manner: "Boss, two bowls of three delicacies fried noodles! The belly is replaced with shredded pork!" The fat boss turned his head and looked at Wen Yun Ting laughed: "Off work? It's so early today."

Wen Yunting tugged on his tie, where can he get off work, isn't he going to have dinner with the leader?The fat boss smiled at Shen Zhehang, probably thinking that their company is not very good, and he would come to places like night markets to invite leaders to eat.

After a while, the hot fried noodles were served on the table.Wen Yunting broke off the chopsticks and ate first as a respect, Shen Zhehang bit the noodles slowly, he had just finished a portion of Changsha stinky tofu, fried noodles were not attractive to him, but the taste was really good, the noodles were chewy and not salty, follow Wen Yun Ting has come to the right place.

Wen Yunting asked while eating: "How long do you want to visit in private?"

"At least a year has passed."

Oh, like this.Wen Yunting nodded, meaning that the crown prince will stay under him for half a year, and during this half year, the most work he will do is probably to run errands and print miscellaneous documents.Well, I believe that after this period of time, it will not be uncommon for Zhang Beibei to wear small shoes to death from now on.

After eating half of the fried noodles, Shen Zhehang put down his chopsticks. He was full, and the bottom of the bowl was too oily.He took out a facial tissue to wipe his mouth and asked, "When will you treat me to dinner?"

"Huh?" Wen Yunting was confused, looked at Shen Zhehang's deep eyes for a moment, and slapped his thigh, "Wine for promotion? I will never forget this, any time is fine!"

Shen Zhehang estimated that he was afraid that he would forget, so he simply set the date.This Saturday, no hotel, see you at this night market.

?Wen Yunting was speechless, the prince's pursuit was different, a formal banquet like the promotion wine would mess up a night market.

"If you want to eat at the night market, I can bring you here tomorrow. I have something urgent this Saturday and I can't push it away."

The urgent thing he said was to teach Song Yan how to play billiards.The boss and student was quite busy, so he decided to play golf and then disappeared. Only after asking Song Li did he find out that his brother had gone abroad for an inspection and hadn't come back for half a month.If it were normal times, Wen Yunting would be eager not to get involved with Song Yan, but Song Yan turned [-] yuan as a deposit for a personal trainer, which made it hard for him to get off, so he had to take care of it.

"You have an appointment with Song Yan?" Shen Zhehang's smile was ambiguous, "You two are engaged?"

What can't be done, young master, can you be reliable in your words? !Wen Yunting picked up an important explanation, this prodigal game lost 50 yuan to others in billiards, and if you want to win it back, it doesn't matter whether you have money or not, face is the most important thing.

After finishing speaking, he added: "I don't want to teach him. For the sake of my friend, I reluctantly agreed."

Shen Zhehang held his chin: "I want to go too."

He didn't look like he was joking, and Wen Yunting's heart warmed up: "It's okay, don't worry. Although that guy is not a good person, I am an Alpha after all, and I have a good self-protection ability, so I don't need you to go with me... ..."

Shen Zhehang interrupted his self-love at the right time with an inexplicable expression: "I'm out of wine."

"..." Wen Yunting's hand hangs in the air and slowly falls.

The boat of friendship can't stand any wind and waves.

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There is a billiards room in the private club that Song Yan often goes to. He and Wen Yunting made an appointment at three o'clock in the afternoon, but they were already in the club after lunch.Go to exercise for two hours to warm up first, so as not to be too full of energy to pick up the club and reveal yourself, so what else is there to play?

That day I was able to pretend so well, my hands were limp and I couldn’t use my strength, it was thanks to the hangover that I drank too much the day before.Otherwise, people who often play golf will feel it when they touch the pole, and it is difficult to play well.

"Mr. Song, do you want to punch for a while? Assistant Teacher Cao is here today." The private trainer asked while holding his watch.

Song Yan put down the barbell and waved his hands: "No, go to the third floor."

"The third floor? I asked a friend to play billiards," the personal trainer smiled. "Then I'm sure I can't beat Mr. Song. If I start a game, I'll lose money."

Song Yan put his index finger on his lips, telling him not to say anything, but he could only rely on this to cultivate feelings.

Ten minutes before three o'clock, Wen Yunting and Shen Zhehang arrived at the club together.He took the card given by Song Yan and entered the information downstairs. Shen Zhehang saw that the environment was good, and he could come often in the future. He decided to make a VIP and let Wen Yunting go up first. The private room number told him to go up by himself.

Wen Yunting pushed open the door, and before going in, he heard Song Yan on the phone, with a very aggressive tone: "If she wants to go, let her go? She still wants to go to heaven! Isn't it because Xiao Yin got the invitation letter because of jealousy? She was invited by a sponsor, let's talk about it after she gets to that level."

"Tell her, don't worry and don't do those useless things. Is she dangling in front of my eyes? It's all in the past tense and I still can't figure out my status. To be honest, I really look like..." Song Yan raised his head, just happened Seeing Wen Yunting come in, the words slipped from his mouth, "It's not good, the person I'm dating today is not as cute."

"..." Wen Yunting pretended not to hear, and found a place to put the bag down.

"You used to say that people are photogenic." Xu Yao said.

"That was before, and now I see nothing. Tell Linda to take good care of people, don't run around, it's annoying."

Song Yan hung up the phone, Wen Yunting asked casually: "Are you so busy in the entertainment industry?"

Song Yan smiled and said, that is their entertainment industry, it has nothing to do with me, I am busy and you are enough.

Wen Yunting sneered. Recently, he spent more time on Weibo than the previous years combined. He followed several professional accounts, and he ate a lot of melons about Song Yan.Most of them are messy relationship history, the most recent one is with Wan Ge, but that was all a few months ago, the blogger is still wondering why Boss Song is so low-key recently?Is the economy failing or the ability failing?Physical difficulties or psychological difficulties?

Anyone who knows Song Yan knows that he has no difficulty in both aspects.He encountered a bone that was not easy to chew, and he was slowly grinding to find a place to bite.

There is only one billiard table in this private room, the balls have already been set up, and the black eights are placed.Wen Yunting didn't care, and he didn't plan to teach him any difficult things today, let's consolidate the foundation first.

If you want to play billiards well, the gestures of the circle grip and the pole are very important.Wen Yunting played billiards since he was a child, and the habit was formed at a young age, so seeing those uncomfortable postures is quite uncomfortable.This is the case with Song Yan. He held the pole in the wrong place, leaned over at the wrong distance, and couldn't understand after talking to him several times. He had to demonstrate it himself.

Wen Yunting snatched the cue stick, put it on the tiger's mouth, and lay down half of his body, keeping the cue stick and his chin at a perfect distance: "Look carefully, about eight centimeters, high or low will affect the viewing Yes. Just now you lay too low, what are you doing, you want to eat the table?"

Song Yan smiled, and propped his hands on his side, as if wrapping him in his arms.The actions are obviously fake and unscrupulous, but the mouth still looks thirsty for knowledge: "This will be accurate?"

"Come down a little bit, from my perspective." Wen Yunting looked serious, pointing to the red ball that has been hit in the middle, "From my side, it is diagonal to the opposite bag, see Is it gone?"

Song Yan's chin was already pressed against his shoulder, and his eyes were fixed on the soft and thin ear bones: "Well, it seems to be."

"What does it look like! Is it right?" Wen Yunting grabbed his tie and pulled it down a little, "If it is lower, does it feel like the ball is blocking the shoreline?"

Song Yan nodded, um, um, that's true.He subconsciously put his hand on Wen Yunting's waist. Wen Yunting didn't notice his rough nerves at all, and he pulled Song Yan's other hand to press on the table: "Put it like this, with the tiger's mouth between your fingers, with your thumb up Get up, the remaining four fingers should not all stick to the table, hold it up..."

Song Yan secretly smiled, with Wen Yunting's meticulous profile in his eyes.

What he said on the phone was right, the person I dated today is really invincible and lovely.

It's a pity that the good atmosphere lasted only a few minutes, and the door of the private room was pushed open again.Shen Zhehang appeared at the door and whistled when he saw the two people in the room hugging each other with their half body against the table.

Are you still calling it?There is really no truth in Yun Ting's mouth.