I fall in love by brushing questions [unlimited]

This is the guest list. "

Tan Guangxi: "?"

Fu Bochong raised his chin in the direction of the door: "Those are the invitation cards."

As soon as the door rang, the servants brought in several boxes that were nearly half the height of a person, and placed them neatly on the carpet in the study, filling the entire study.

Tan Guangxi: "!!!"

A few hours later, Tan Guangxi was lying on the desk with a sore back and back, and he felt that his right hand holding the pen was about to break off.

As soon as he straightened up and wanted to move, Fu Bochong, who was sitting on the sofa not far away reading a newspaper, raised his head and glanced at him lightly.

I don't know why, Fu Bochong doesn't seem to be busy at all today. He spent the whole morning drinking tea and reading newspapers leisurely in the study. He found it strange that Fu Bochong's words were considerate, saying that his handwriting was scribbled, and he was afraid that he would be able to identify it in the list. He couldn't say a word, but he always felt like a supervisor in disguise.

However, thinking of the Haikou that he swore to boast before, Tan Guangxi sobbed silently in his heart, then lowered his head and continued writing.

It was finally noon when Tan Guangxi poked his head out from a pile of invitation cards. He first looked at the time, pretended to be surprised, and said, "It's already this time without realizing it," and then turned his head Looking at Fu Bochong, he asked with concern, "Do you have something to do? Don't delay your serious business."

Fu Bochong's eyes were still fixed on the newspaper, and he said softly, "It's okay, I'm not busy."

Tan Guangxi paused: "It's time for lunch, how about..."

"It's okay." Fu Bochong still didn't give him half a dime: "It's already been sent over."

Tan Guangxi: "..."

Another afternoon passed, and Tan Guangxi was already paralyzed on the desk, continuing to write entirely by willpower.

And he was very aggrieved, the cruise ship would hit an iceberg and sink in two days, so why on earth did he hide in his study and write these things? Hey!

And obviously, in terms of numbers, he couldn't finish writing until the shipwreck!

But he couldn't complain, after all, Haikou was boasted by himself, and even if he said it, how would he explain to an NPC that the ship would sink soon?

So even if he was depressed, he had no choice but to bury his head and continue writing.

As he was writing, it suddenly occurred to him that he had an appointment with Baifeng City yesterday. Although he had just agreed to it casually at the time, but judging by the current posture, he might not be able to finish writing or leave for a while, so he couldn't help feeling a little anxious .

On the one hand, his anxiety is because he promises that others will not do well, but more importantly, he is really afraid that the voice in his head will continue to ring like yesterday, urging him to die.

Then he was really going to be screamed to death.

So while he was writing absent-mindedly, he subconsciously looked at his watch again and again, even Fu Bochong who was on the side looked towards him, without noticing.

When he didn't know how many times he looked at his watch, Fu Bochong suddenly put down the newspaper in his hand and walked towards him.

Tan Guangxi was still distracted, when he looked up, Fu Bochong had already walked in front of him, he was startled, before he had time to speak, Fu Bochong had already leaned over, and put a hand on the back of his head with a 'snap' sound.

Tan Guangxi's entire back was stuck on the bookshelf behind him. Fu Bochong's delicately carved face was no more than ten centimeters away from him. He could even clearly see the crow's wing-like black eyelashes, pale amber His pupils, even the tip of his nose were filled with the smell of refreshing shaving water from the other person.

He was not mentally prepared, and his brain froze for an instant.

Fu Bochong put one hand on the back of his head, looked down at him slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Why, do you have something important?"

Tan Guangxi pressed his back against the bookshelf, blinked his eyes, and stammered nervously: "No, no."

Fu Bochong said calmly: "That's good."

As he spoke, he turned slightly back, reached for a book on the shelf, got up, turned and left.

On the contrary, Tan Guangxi stayed where he was, and he had to be dazed for a long time before he could react.

what's the situation?It would be fine if it was really Fu Bochong, but he actually let an NPC crush him in the aura field?It's too embarrassing to say it!

However, Fu Bochong had returned to his seat and was leisurely flipping through the book, as if he didn't care at all. What he said now, he seemed to care a lot.

His aura was crushed, and he couldn't find his way back. This made him feel aggrieved and depressed with a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat.

Tan Guangxi lowered his head and dawdled for a while, when suddenly there was a knock at the door, Fu Bochong's butler walked in, lowered his head and whispered something in his ear, and then Fu Bochong's face changed slightly.

He stood up, glanced at Tan Guangxi who was transcribing with his head down, and said, "I've transcribed so much today, do you want to continue another day?"

Tan Guangxi snorted coldly: "No need," he paused, and said righteously: "You keep your promises, since you won't finish writing and won't go out, I will keep my promise."

Just kidding, he has already lost to the other party in terms of momentum, so he can't lose in terms of credit!

Fu Bochong nodded: "That's good."

Then he didn't say anything, got up and left the study.

By the time he returned to the suite, it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.He threw his coat on the sofa and was about to go to the bathroom to take a shower.However, as soon as he opened the door, he found that the light in the study room was still on.

Tan Guangxi was lying on the desk in a deep sleep, with his head tilted slightly to one side, one arm resting on his forehead, breathing evenly and steadily.The black and soft hair drooped on the forehead, which further set off the soft luster of the jade-like skin.

He was still wearing the white shirt he wore during the day, with the neckline open, revealing a fair neck and a well-shaped collarbone. He was half covered with a large coat, and half fell to the ground.

Fu Bochong walked in front of him, squatted down slightly and lowered his head to look at him, his eyes deepened.

25. Horror cruise ship 6

◎Want to visit the night market? ◎

Tan Guangxi opened his eyes in a daze, and it was already bright outside.

He rubbed his drowsy head, and was in a daze for a long time: He remembered that he had been copying invitations in his study last night, but after writing, he lost his memory.

When did you return to your room?

He was stunned for a while, but still had no clue, so he lifted the quilt, put on his slippers and prepared to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

When he returned to the study after taking a shower, he saw that Fu Bochong was already there at some point, and his secretary was reporting the work in hand in a low voice.Seeing him coming, he said something to Fu Bochong, then turned and left.

Fu Bochong also stood up at this time, and said to him, "Let's go and have breakfast."

When Tan Guangxi and Fu Bochong were going out, the door of the suite next door slammed, and Hu Feng and Gong Yipeng came out.

Tan Guangxi met them a few times by chance, seeing that they felt kind, at this time he raised his hand to greet them with a smile.

Seeing Tan Guangxi, Gong Yipeng waved at him with a silly smile, but was poked by Hu Feng on the ribs, and said in a low voice, "I forgot that the boss said that we should reduce our sense of presence and not attract other people's attention? Are you still messing around?" greet?"

Gong Yipeng was also startled, remembering Lei Shiheng's order before, quickly withdrew the smile on his face, put on a cold look, turned around with Hu Feng and left expressionlessly.

Tan Guangxi was a little strange, and looked in the direction of the two of them in confusion.

Fu Bochong also glanced at Hu Feng and Gong Yipeng, but quickly looked away, and said to Tan Guangxi, "Let's go."

Here, after Hu Feng and Gong Yipeng left the suite, they went straight to the floor where the restaurant of the cruise ship staff was located. They first went to a rest room, changed into the clothes they had prepared earlier, and then pressed the chef on the head. Hat, lowered his head and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

At this time, most of the guests on the cruise ship were having breakfast, while the kitchen staff in the restaurant were busy preparing breakfast for the guests. Hu Feng looked carefully at the door for a while, and then winked at Gong Yipeng.

Gong Yipeng nodded, and tiptoedly opened the door of the staff kitchen.

In the kitchen, porridge was gurgling in a pot more than one meter wide on the stove. He lifted the lid of the pot, and the porridge was instantly fragrant.

Here is a small kitchen for cruise ship staff to provide breakfast. At this time, the staff are busy serving passengers outside, which is the best opportunity to prescribe drugs.

Just wait until they've eaten all these spiked breakfasts and are sick and tired, then they're ready to move!

Gong Yipeng looked in the direction of the door, and looked around again. After making sure that there was no one there, he took out a paper bag from his pocket, opened the paper bag layer by layer, poured the white powder inside into the porridge pot, and then Stir with a rice spoon.

As soon as he put the lid on the pot, Hu Feng followed in.

"How is it? Are you ready?"

Gong Yipeng gestured OK to Hu Feng, and then gave him a bowl of white porridge placed beside him: "Come, eat something first, I have to work later."

Hu Feng was really hungry at this time, he took the porridge and drank it in big gulps.

Gong Yipeng also picked up another bowl and drank it hungrily.

While drinking, Hu Feng asked casually, "Where did you take the medicine?"

Gong Yipeng didn't raise his head: "Porridge."

Hu Feng almost choked his trachea with a mouthful of porridge, coughed and coughed, and it took him a long time to catch his breath: "You fucking..."

Gong Yipeng seemed to have just realized what Hu Feng was thinking, and clicked his tongue: "Hu Feng, you fucking idiot, can I put medicine into the porridge we both drink?"

He curled his lips: "These two bowls are my