light wine brewed tea

The tea bureau in the inner house was not over yet, Mr. Song came to Fang Zesheng, and he couldn't keep people hanging in the hall.

Fu Jingxuan removed the fan bone from between his brows, and still kissed it with his mouth. Seeing him raising his eyes in a daze, he waved the fan in front of his eyes.

Fang Zesheng's eyelashes trembled, and he was about to say something, but Fu Jingxuan had already circled behind the wheelchair and pushed him to continue walking towards the inner house, "You don't have to worry about this matter."

"It can be treated as if I said it, or it can be treated as if I didn't say it."

"If you really feel that my heart is not worthy of you, I can change it for another one as you wish."

Fang Zesheng was originally upset, but when he heard this, he immediately frowned.

More than half of the application time.

Mr. Song put down the teacup and was about to leave. There was still a dinner in the night, and he was going back to the capital after a night's rest.This time, he didn't know when we would see each other again. He was very reluctant in his heart. He talked with Fang Zesheng for a few words, and then glanced at Fu Jingxuan who pushed him back. Fu Jingxuan's mischievous image in his youth left many people Mr. Song also remembered him deeply. Seeing him shine at the tea tasting conference this time, he couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder and said, "Young people are awesome".

Wang Xiuhe stood aside and watched with a smile. Cui'er clutched a handkerchief in both hands and said impatiently, "Ma'am, what's going on? Why are we so busy at the tea tasting conference, it looks like we made clothes for Fang Zesheng?"

Wang Xiuhe said softly: "It's okay, since it's done, let him wear it first."

Cui'er was puzzled: "And Fu Jingxuan, which side is he on? Isn't he estranged from Fang Zesheng? Why are they getting together again at this time?"

Wang Xiuhe said: "I'm afraid there is no estrangement at all. The previous release was just for you to see."

"Do it for me?"

"If I don't show it to you, how would I know?"

Tweety said: "Madam, what do you mean, they already knew that I was helping Madam to monitor them?"

Wang Xiuhe glanced at her, "Stupid as a pig, you still think you are hiding such an obvious thing well?"

Cui'er realized later, and hurriedly said: "But in those few days, I didn't notice anything wrong with the head..."

"Why those few days?" Wang Xiuhe raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smirk: "I'm afraid he started this game as early as eight years ago. You and I are all cooked by him in warm water." It's just fish."

"Eight years ago?"

Isn't that when the Fang family had an accident?

Cui'er was horrified, "Then Fu Jingxuan married into Fang's family because of their collusion?"

Wang Xiuhe said: "Fu Jingxuan should have been an accident, but he must have calculated this cup of tea at the tea tasting conference for a long time."

"Then...then what should we do in this situation?"

Wang Xiuhe stopped talking, looked at the Tao family standing beside Mr. Song, and then shifted his gaze to the mahogany chair that Hu Ruosong had just sat on.

Now Fang Zesheng made it clear to her, and personally handed over the one hundred thousand dan business to her in front of Mr. Song.If her business fails, she will definitely become a big laughing stock in the tea market. Whether or not she has a foothold in the Tea Merchants Association is a trivial matter, but if her business is involved, her survival will be a problem.Fang Zesheng deliberately presented the Fang family's tea ordering skills to help her win tea, deliberately lifted her up, and deliberately asked her to take on this responsibility in front of everyone. .She has worked so hard to get to where she is now, and naturally she will not let him succeed easily, but even though she holds the power of the Fang family, she has no helpers in the tea market. Get close, maybe plan something with him, be careful, even though Fu Shangyi doesn't like Fu Jingxuan's son, blood is thicker than water, and he won't be willing to stand by her side.

Now there is only one person left in the tea market who can be used by her and whom she can trust.

"Like smoke!"

Master Song explained a few words to the crowd, walked out of the flower hall first, Liu Ruyan followed Fu Shangyi, saw Wang Xiuhe walking towards her, stopped and waited for her for a while, and asked: "What is Xiuniang looking for me for? "

Wang Xiuhe said: "Today's dinner, can I sit next to you?"

Liu Ruyan said: "Of course that's good. I'll have a few drinks with me after dinner. You don't know how upset I have been these past two days, so I need to tell you about my grievances."

Mr. Song came and went in a hurry, drank two cups of white soup that he was thinking about, and took a group of people to Yunhe Tower. Fang Zesheng was unable to accompany him, so he sent Mr. Song to the door. When he turned his head, he found that the person who pushed him had become Dumb Uncle?

He wanted to ask, where did Fu Jingxuan go?

After thinking about it for a while, he swallowed the sentence again, and motioned for the dumb uncle to send him back to the study.

At sunset on the west mountain, the crimson sunset glow hangs on the top of the mountain in the west, like rouge falling into the water, blurring a colorful picture.

There was smoke in the kitchen of the inner house, the dumb uncle turned from the study to the kitchen, cooked two bowls of fragrant porridge, spread out two stacks of side dishes, and brought them to the round table where Fang Zesheng used to eat.

This table was just facing the door. Fang Zesheng sat in the wheelchair and waited for a while until the porridge surface was covered with a thin layer of porridge oil, but the round stool opposite was still empty.

Seeing that he hadn't touched his chopsticks for a long time, the dumb uncle took the initiative to pick them up for him and wanted to hand them to him, but he didn't expect that he not only didn't answer, but also secretly raised his eyes and looked out the door.

The dumb uncle smiled happily, and immediately understood what he meant. Just as he was about to put the chopsticks back on the table, he heard a burst of brisk footsteps outside the door. Passing the chopsticks in his hand, he lowered his head and poked open the wrinkled oil film in the porridge bowl, and stirred it twice.

With this stirring, it is impossible to see that this bowl of porridge has actually been stored for a long time.

A grain of rice sticks to the chopsticks and puts it in the mouth, creating the illusion of eating.

When Fu Jingxuan entered the door, Fang Zesheng was picking up vegetables, and he glanced at him indifferently, Fang Yao looked away calmly, but saw that he hadn't been seen for a long time, and when he reappeared, he changed his clothes, and immediately frowned, "You want to go out?"

Fu Jingxuan was wearing a blue and white cross-collared robe, embroidered with a few butterflies with intertwined tentacles, moving and smiling, showing coquettishness, "Prophet Tao is leaving tomorrow, I will go and see him off."

Fang Zesheng nodded. He didn't want to say anything at first, but he heard Fu Jingxuan say, "It just so happened that I heard that there is a south restaurant in Dongshi. I want to try my luck and see if I can find a new favorite." man of."

After speaking, he turned around and left, but he didn't expect that his left hand, which was thrown behind him, would be grabbed by someone.

Fu Erye was puzzled softly, and said with a smile: "What do you mean by being the head of the family?"

Fang Zesheng didn't look at him, turned his head aside, lowered his eyes and said, "Don't go."

Fu Jingxuan asked: "Why? If the head doesn't accept my heart, won't I be allowed to seek someone else's heart?"

Fang Zesheng knew what he meant, so he didn't make a sound, and pulled the second master half a step back with a little force, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't go."