After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

when?

How did it break?

Of course it was bitten by this kid the night before!

But Wen Ling looked into his dangerous eyes, and dragged his voice: "I don't know - I know."

The low air pressure on Fang Chuli's body spread like a lion about to get angry: "Huh?"

"Did you really go home last night?"

Wen Ling trembled in his heart: "I'm back..."

"Maybe it was knocked..." Wen Ling dodged Fang Chuli's hand, his neck was stiff, and he pressed it against the door, trying not to look at the fierce eyes, "I'm drunk, maybe it's in the wine cabinet at the door , maybe it was knocked on the corner of the coffee table in the living room, or on the bedside, who knows..."

Fang Chuli: "..."

The last time Wenling lied was in the hobbies column of his resume, he didn't expect it to be such a big deal, such a huge system of lies was accompanied by improvisation!

His back and palms were sweaty.

"You better not lie to me," Fang Chuli took a deep breath, "Don't follow someone, you're not going back to your own home."

Wen Ling: "Huh?"

When he understood what Fang Chuli was thinking, he was a little annoyed. What does this young master mean?Do you think everyone messes around like them!

"It's not what you're thinking about?" Wen Ling hissed.

"Now go out and ask Dr. Wen how to take it apart!"

Fang Chuli didn't give him a chance to get angry at all, waved him to go, and set a time limit: half an hour.

"..."

Wen Ling tried his best, he, a person with no medical skills, listened to how to remove the plaster cast for half an hour!

The point is that when the plaster was removed, the young master was still very dissatisfied, not only grinning in pain, but also swearing at others, Wen Ling knew that he was swearing at the person from the night before, but it was himself anyway.

His heart was hot, and he was not very comfortable left and right.

Gritting his teeth and holding the scissors, he sighed: "Small scissors are not good, I'll go downstairs and get a bigger one."

Fang Chuli saw that his complexion was not very good, and there was impatience in his breath. He looked at his back and muttered: "I was the one who got hurt! Why are you upset!"

His roar could be heard downstairs, but Wen Ling went back and forth, and when he came up with the scissors, Fang Chuli fell in fright: "What are you doing!"

What Wen Ling held in his hands were scissors for repairing the flower garden. They were not cutting plaster, they could cut other people directly.

"Wen Ling, put it down! I won't cry anymore! You, you, put it down!"

Wen Ling tugged at his leg, but remembered that he had tugged Fang Chuli in the same way the night before, and the image of tense muscles and trembling twitching suddenly hit his pupils.

He endured it for a while, and comforted the fearful man: "Hurry up, my hands are very steady."

His brows were slightly frowned, because of the busy work and nervousness before, a dense layer of sweat oozed from Wen Ling's forehead, and his tone was a little anxious. When he heard Fang Chuli screaming for pain, for some reason, his heart also tensed up.

Fang Chuli choked on his serious voice, and suddenly stopped humming, gritted his teeth and looked at Wen Ling's profile, with grievance on his face.

There was also a thin layer of sweat on the tip of Wen Ling's nose, and his feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly with extreme concentration.

He was so focused all the time, Fang Chuli thought of Wen Ling who was immersed in his work at his workstation, that's how it was, sometimes he would be busy until late, when everyone went home, he was still looking at the computer as steadily as Mount Tai.

The light illuminated his complexion like delicate white porcelain.

And in high school, Wenling didn't go out to fight between classes, and quietly calculated the problems in his seat, his eyes were brightly illuminated by the white test paper, like a crescent moon in the dark night.

He is always fascinated.

At this time too, Wen Ling's eyes were very bright, and he really dropped the knife steadily, freeing the young master's leg from the plaster cast.

Wen Ling himself breathed a sigh of relief, it is true that the young master is afraid of pain, when he was a child, he would howl for a day when he bumped into a small one, and everyone in his family knew about it, and he had to go back and forth with "pain" around him.

He was worried that the young master was in pain and frightened, and it would be enough to shrink his feet.

After the previous weeding worker resigned, Wenling School would help repair the viewing garden behind the villa during the holidays. He didn't know how to use the scissors, so he was afraid that the young master would make a mess.

He also specially put on the glasses.

"Go take a shower." Wen Ling planned to pack up his things.

He saw the medicine downstairs again, and when he was about to open the door with it, Fang Chuli actually locked the door behind him.

"This kid..."

"Hey, little Wenling, just leave him alone," Fang Nianxi took out the fruit plate, "Come and eat some fruit, don't you understand his temper?"

Wen Ling: "..."

It was because of understanding that Wen Ling was a little uneasy. Although the young master was making a fuss, he wasn't making a fuss now.

Time ran by every minute, and he wanted to smash the door. He almost burned his hands when he took the steamed cake.

How about confessing?

It was better for Fang Chuli to strangle himself than to be in the room.

And...wouldn't...really kill him?The relationship between them is not...

There is no excuse for this relationship!

Wen Ling dismissed his luck, only feeling that the hairs on his hairs were getting cold.

Especially after Fang Chuli finally limped out of his room, his eyes were bloodshot and the eye sockets were also frighteningly red, he chewed his confession into pieces, and then swallowed it deep in his stomach.

Fang Chuli's relatives didn't arrive until dinner, and now it was only their family and Wen Ling's mother and son, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was very bad.

Fang Chuli called Wen Ling beside him: "After dinner, go to the hotel."

"Go for what?"

"Make a copy of the monitoring from last night."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Wen Ling blushed from the choking, quickly waved his hand, and took the water from his mother.

Damn, he forgot to have surveillance video!

Fang Dong's face was displeased: "What are you going to do when you are on vacation!"

Fang Chuli just curled his lips.

The company hotel is a must, but what about the surveillance video?I was drunk last night, and it was impossible to avoid the camera!

His whole head turned even redder, and he coughed to cover up his panic.

Fang Chuli sent him a message:

-You go right away in the afternoon, I want it before dinner tonight!