After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

Fang Chuli hung up the phone neatly, and hearing the last heavy breath, Wen Ling knew how angry he was now.

He sent a text message to Wei Xixi, and Wei Xixi sent a bad and bad expression, and added a sentence, "I can hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day. I don't mind if you talk about it. The military teacher can help you think about countermeasures." .

Wen Ling pressed the screen off, pinched his aching temples, closed his eyes to adjust his expression, then opened them suddenly.

Wei Xixi is right, the company's Chinese New Year holiday is from the [-]th to the eighth day of the new year, so it means that if you can avoid the first day but not the fifteenth day?

Thinking about it this way, the sun that was broken by Xuantian closed it tightly again.

Exudes a heart-warming coolness.

The New Year's Eve dinner was still eaten in the Fang family's villa. When Wen Ling returned, several uncles and uncles had already arrived, and several children were playing ball in the yard.

Very lively.

He knew all the relatives of the Fang family, and these people also knew him. Dong Fang dragged him around to say hello, and he went to the kitchen again. His mother was cooking the soup for the evening, and Fang Chuli's mother was helping Prepare dishes.

Looking at the scene of the kitchen, there must be several big tables, Wen Ling quickly rolled up his sleeves.

"You go out again," his mother stopped him, a little anxious, "I forgot this morning, and I will go buy some rock sugar and spices."

Mother Fang also added: "Bring some more candy and fruit for the children, I didn't expect them to eat so fast, and Nianxi together."

After saying that, she went to call Fang Nianxi.

Fang Nianxi was surrounded by several children, and was dragged to play with dolls. She was annoyed by the noise, and when she heard that she was about to leave, she hurried to Fang Chuli's side: "Let's go, hurry up."

It's like hiding from disaster.

Wen Ling couldn't help laughing.

"What's the matter with that kid Fang Chuli? After you went out, you went back to your room and shut the door behind you. Just when I asked him to come down, you lost your temper. Did you really throw the gunk out of your body?" Fang Nianxi in the second half of the sentence muttered quietly.

"He can't get bored, I'm the one who suffers!" Fang Nianxi complained endlessly as if he had finally found an outlet, "Uncles scolded him before, and I watched the show on the sidelines, but now it's okay , you want to give me a blind date."

"I'm sick!"

Most of the time, Wen Ling is a good listener and doesn't have much to say, but this time is different. If Fang Nianxi is urged to marry, it means that these uncles and uncles have found someone they think is suitable. It's not far to be urged.

He added another word: "Who did I introduce to you?"

"I don't remember, who cares!" Only then did Wen Ling find the aura of a compatriot with Fang Chuli in her.

It was obvious that Fang Nianxi was not interested in the "blind date", and even resisted, but she couldn't help it, because during dinner, Fang Dong decided to let Fang Nianxi go back to the country and not go out. From then on, there was another unhappy person in this villa .

After eating, Fang Nianxi also went back to the room.

Fang Chuli never went downstairs, and kept saying that she was not feeling well.

Of course, everyone at the table is used to it, and without Fang Chuli, it won't be affected. At most, they just say a few words about him. Wen Ling knows that Fang Chuli is also used to it, so at most he scoffs at these words.

After dinner, everyone gathered around to watch the party and chat. Nowadays, there is rarely such a lively time all year round. Fang Chuli's mother tidied up all the guest rooms and told Wen Ling not to go back, and to watch the new year together.

In previous years, he would have left. He didn't really like to listen to other people's family chats, especially Fang Chuli's family, but he didn't want to leave today. He wanted to see Fang Chuli.

The medicine is still in his hand, and he is also thinking about the young master's injury.

The big supermarkets were all closed. He and Fang Nianxi didn't buy much in chain supermarkets, and they couldn't keep up with the variety of big supermarkets, but he specially bought a bag of bear biscuits.

It's a bit funny to say, this young master Fang, who looks like a rakshasa, only likes bear biscuits.

There was only one bag like this on the shelf, and he and Fang Nianxi were followed by a mother and daughter. The child was clamoring for biscuits, so he quickly took them, and even covered them up with the snacks Fang Nianxi had chosen. seen by children.

The music of the party and the chatter and laughter of adults and children rang downstairs, Wen Ling raised his hand and knocked on the door of Fang Chuli's room.

He sent a message to Fang Chuli during the meal, but he didn't get a reply.

The uneasiness in the morning resurfaced in my heart again, this kid won't be overwhelmed, right?

But after thinking about it, the young master has a bad temper, but he won't be overwhelmed during the New Year's Eve, let alone ask himself to check someone, he won't do stupid things until he gets rid of "that person".

Thinking about it this way, Wen Ling felt that the head on his neck was temporarily attached to his neck.

There are still eight days before I am beheaded...

Moreover, Young Master Fang has a lot of cronies and friends, all of them are playboys, regular customers in bars and nightclubs, and spend everything they want.

Can't it be...?

Wen Ling almost slapped himself at the door, can playing with others be the same as being played by others?

If it was him, he would have been killed and wounded last night.

He thought again, if Fang Chuli hadn't been drunk like a puddle of water, and he had been too drunk to demand, Fang Chuli would not have been the one who was injured last night.

Thinking about it, Wen Ling couldn't erase the picture of what happened last night, and felt guilty at the same time.

He sent Fang Chuli a message at the door:

- I'm coming in?

There was still no reply, and the room was quiet, so he was even more worried.

No matter, let's go in first, and if the door is locked, he will pry... open it.

Before he could pick the lock, Fang Chuli didn't lock the door this time.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the curtains were tightly closed to prevent light from passing through. The room seemed to be cut off from the outside world, and it seemed lifeless against the backdrop of laughter and laughter.

When Wen Ling saw Fang Chuli lying on the bed, his heart turned cold.

You won't really commit suicide, will you? !

He stepped forward.

The young master's face was paler than usual, with his eyelids closed, he was as quiet as a white stone in the rough lying on the bed.

"Fang Chuli." Wen Ling's heart sank, and he called him, but there was no answer.

He quickly lifted the quilt, the heat was pervasive, and there was a strong fragrance of shower gel, he touched Fang Chuli's arm, it was hot.

"It's a good thing I didn't commit suicide." The temperature was not cold, he breathed a sigh of relief, then rolled his eyes, and touched the hot forehead of the young master.

so hot?

This young master burned so badly!

Fang Chuli was disturbed, frowned angrily, and muttered in dissatisfaction that he wanted to turn over and cover his head with the quilt.

"Fang Chuli," Wen Ling was a little anxious, patted his face with frowning eyebrows, "You have a fever, don't sleep yet."