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As soon as Shen Zhehang made a sound, Wen Yunting lowered his head, noticing that a wolf's paw dared to support him on his waist in a grandiose manner, and immediately became furious.Song Yan guessed that he often did such bad things, he moved very quickly, took a step back and raised his hands flat to show his innocence.

Wen Yunting hurriedly supported the edge of the table and climbed up. Shen Zhehang stared at him with a narrow expression, not in a hurry. You can pretend that I don't exist, and I will turn a blind eye to cooperate with the performance.

"Why are you here?" Song Yan didn't expect that the date of two people somehow turned into a movie of three people.

Shen Zhehang walked in, picked up the nearest small sofa and sat down, crossing his legs comfortably: "Come and get the wine. Yun Ting must be busy making out with you, and didn't even have time to say hello."

"..." Hearing this, the two people on the opposite side were elated and the other was ashamed and angry.

The elated one feels that Shen Zhehang can make friends, if he can talk, talk more, as long as you speak nicely, how much wine do you want?The one who was dying of embarrassment emphasized emphatically: "What intimacy?! I just taught him some basic knowledge, young master, can you stop destroying my innocence?"

"Innocent? Hasn't your innocence been ruined by him long ago?"

...Wen Yunting regretted that he should not have revealed his secrets to him when he was dumped and lost in love.Listen, is this human speech?It is not enough to expose the scars, but you have to add a pinch of salt.

Song Yan didn't know whether it was a fake help or real trouble, so he extended a friendly helping hand: "It's not too early, it's only been half a year. The second time it hasn't been destroyed yet."

"Then your progress is too slow." Shen Zhehang fiddled with the watch, boasting that Wen Yunting is doing well, so it should whet his appetite like this.

Wen Yunting was innocent, he didn't want to whet Song Yan's appetite, playing the game of fishing for big fish with a long line.He really didn't want to have too much contact with this guy, such as in-depth development or something.

"Do you want Bodok sweet white this time?" Song Yan changed the topic.

Shen Zhehang asked back, otherwise, what else?

Of course there will be others, this kind of necessary things for home and travel, as long as the relationship is in place, there are as many as you want.Shen Zhehang became interested: "You let me choose, I am too lazy to go to the auction house, I will buy a few bottles from you."

"It's more important to talk about money." Song Yan sat down on the sofa beside him, called up a calendar on his mobile phone, and slowly picked it out for him.

The two young masters went to pick up wine, Wen Yunting had nothing to do, he used the triangle frame to frame the ball, and played a round to warm up.The black eight was still placed, and with one shot, the cue ball was like a bullet, smashing the neatly shaped regular triangle on the table to pieces.

Wen Yunting is refreshed, that's why he is good at playing by himself, he doesn't need to think about his teammates, he can do whatever he wants.He didn't tee off in the rounds that day, and he was tied up in a bad position. He drove well today. If he is lucky, he may clear the table with one shot.

Shen Zhehang picked and selected according to the year table, and Song Yan was explaining at the side. Suddenly a figure flashed in front of his eyes, and then stopped on the half side at a 45-degree angle, bending over and playing golf with no other distractions.

Wen Yunting is wearing a very loose short-sleeved T-shirt today. He only wears suits and leather shoes when he is at work, and at other times he dresses like a healthy and sunny boy.The colored ball he needs to hit is in a very tricky position, with half of his body almost touching the table, his T-shirt has a wide neckline, and he has unreservedly contributed his straight collarbone and half of his chest. Song Yan had a panoramic view of everything.

The skin under the neckline has not seen the sun all year round. Compared with the arms, it is a shade of white, but it is not pale without blood color, but a very delicate porcelain white.Song Yan remembered very clearly that the waist, abdomen, and legs under the fabric were almost all silk-like skin. When the light was turned on, it was dyed with an ambiguous color, like a pearl just taken out, reflecting soft brilliance...

Shen Zhehang coughed lightly and reminded in a low voice, hey, close your eyes, it's too blatant.

Is this blatant?Song Yan was already very restrained, if Shen Zhehang hadn't been in the way here, as an Alpha with strong mobility, he would have done what he should have done long ago.

Wen Yunting, whose mind was all on the pool table, didn't know that the spring had already been blown away, and accidentally looked up, and found that the two young masters were staring at him, so he put away the cue sticks: "Are you going to play?"

Shen Zhehang shook his head, raised his fingers on the collar of his shirt, and vaguely reminded him to put away his treasures and not to let others see them everywhere.

Wen Yun Tingfu felt deeply in his heart, the young master thought it was too hot, so he slipped away and lowered the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees.

"..." Shen Zhehang was deeply speechless, what's going on?He obviously looks shrewd, but in this respect he is not only ignorant but also frighteningly dull.What self-protection was sworn to talk about before, it should be self-destruct.

Forget it, don't care about it, he could see that Wen Yunting deserved it even if he was eaten up by Song Yan, a wolf until there was nothing left.

The two hours of private training passed by in a flash, Wen Yunting finished two rounds by himself, and played another round with Song Yan, before Shen Zhehang finished.After asking, Wen Yunting picked out two bottles, his eyes widened: "...Only two bottles? I thought for so long that you were going to empty his wine cellar."

Song Yan also asked him why he didn't choose more, and Shen Zhehang told him to take it easy and see what he picked first.As far as these two bottles are concerned, it is still unknown whether they will give them.

Song Yan and Wen Yunting went to see the circled place together. Wen Yunting couldn't understand French and German, but he could still understand the number representing the year.Decades of aging, even if you don't know wine, you can guess its value.Song Yan stroked his chin and said that Shen Zhehang's eyes were really poisonous, and he was staring at the good stuff at the bottom of the box.

Shen Zhehang clasped his hands together to cover his lap, and smiled leisurely: "Of course. If you want to chase Yun Ting, don't you need to bribe me?"

?Wen Yunting looked confused, and stretched out Erkang's hand: "Wait! It's not what you think..."

Song Yan touched his cheek: "Is it so obvious?"

"That's so obvious, you almost pinned him down on the table and devoured him alive."

"Yo, you also know that it's not the right time to come today."

"No, it's too late for me." Shen Zhehang smiled, "Otherwise, we won't be choosing wine face to face, and we need multiple iron fences in between."

Wen Yunting covered his face with one hand, and once again regretted why he had to tell the vicious young master Shen about all the black history.

Also, Song Yan admitted to chasing him?Really sick.

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Shen Zhehang worked in the second marketing department for a week, and fully experienced the unreserved care of the leader, because among the four in the same group, only he had the most complicated tasks, like a brick pointing where to move, and the frequency of going out to work was much higher than that of his colleagues .

"Shen Zhehang, go upstairs and deliver a document! Hurry up, there is an urgent demand."

Young Master Shen, who was about to pour water just now, hadn't unscrewed the cup, and put it down again: "Oh, got it."

Wen Yunting was terrified in the office, wondering whether the crown prince would be the first to take the marketing department's knife after he ascended the throne.

Sure, Zhang Beibei's grandson looked too irritating after all.

"I seem to understand a truth."

During the lunch break, in the cafeteria on the fifth floor of Block A of Polar Star Galaxy, Shen Zhehang opened his chopsticks and spoke lightly.

"Understand what?" Wen Yunting raised his head from the bowl of Yangzhou fried rice.

I saw him chewing slowly, and said slowly: "Every employee who wants to rebel will have an unreasonable leader behind him."

"Ah?" Wen Yunting realized that Shen Zhehang should be referring to the recent odd job, and couldn't help but smile awkwardly, "Hey, this is like an unspoken rule in the workplace. Where there are people, there will naturally be more conflicts. Everyone came here like this , not unusual. Don't look at Zhang Beibei Si