After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

"He's just a loafer," Fang Chuli was a little agitated, "He will use all means to do this to me because of the past holidays, and you still have to speak up for him!"

Wen Ling was completely stunned, his mind was in a mess.

"what do you mean……"

Fang Chuli's eyes were bloodshot, and he almost gritted his teeth: "Wen Ling, are you blind!"

"Over the years, you don't know what kind of life Chi Lan has lived abroad?" Fang Chuli wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and tapped the sandalwood desk, "You, a hundred Wenlings are not enough for him to play with." !"

After finishing talking, he straightened his clothes and left the company directly.This polite meal was too much to eat, and Wen Ling was still baffled by the young master's words.

What did Fang Chuli's words mean?Since when did you like Chi Lan?

No, in what way did I show that I liked Chi Lan?

If he likes Chi Lan, can he still give Fang Chuli such a surveillance video?

He wanted to call Fang Chuli. He still wanted to reason about this kind of thing, but he saw Chi Lan's text message on the screen:

-Assistant Wen, Fang Chuli is a violent man, right?

-look!

Wen Ling looked at the picture sent by Chi Lan. There were bruises on the corners of his mouth, neck and chest. It seemed that Fang Chuli had really done something cruel.

Chi Lan also did it on purpose, taking pictures of the wounds as they were, insisting on letting a large abdominal muscle into the mirror.

Wen Ling: "..."

Chi Lan continued to send messages:

- He didn't even say hello, and dragged me to the office. I can't go out these days, huh huh.

Wen Ling imagined it in his mind, Chi Lan whimpered, like a muscular and fit man crying because of grievances...

He has a bit of a chill.

Frowning his eyebrows, he realized that Chi Lan's gourd was selling medicine.

No matter what feud this person had with Fang Chuli in the past, how he wanted to get revenge, anyway, he must have planned to follow the young master's path, start with people close to him, and make centrifugal schemes, such a mess, Wen Ling and Fang Chuli's relationship The relationship is really getting more and more chaotic.

With a strong spirit, Wen Ling typed:

- President Chi, I'm sorry for today's facts.

-I'll come to apologize in person another day.

Chi Lan:

- Then Fang Chuli had to apologize to me in person.

- Don't worry, our cooperation will not be broken, you don't have to help that guy wipe his ass.

Wen Ling: "..."

-Mr. Chi, Fang has always been in a bad mood recently. I really hope you don't blame him. We can talk about the profit sharing ratio in the contract.

Chi Lan:

-No.

-I am happy to think that I will be able to discuss with you in the days to come!How could it be possible for that share to be deducted and searched like Fang Chuli?

-How can you stand that young master, hey, you are so kind!

This excessive praise made Wen Ling feel even more ominous. He looked at Chi Lan's emoji, said a few more words in a very official manner, and then stopped replying to the news at all.

He took a deep breath and called Fang Chuli, but the young master didn't answer any of them. In the end, Wen Ling could only send a message, even explaining and coaxing him.

All stone sinks into the sea.

When it was time for dinner, no one came back. He couldn't bear it any longer, so he sent a sentence directly:

- Mr. Fang, just tell me what you want about this matter.

- Next, whether you want my life or me, you can do it.

- You really don't want to see me. I will write a resignation report this afternoon. These things will definitely rot in my stomach, no one knows.

"The other party is typing..." was displayed on the dialog box for a few seconds, Wen Ling waited but still didn't get a reply message.

Throwing away the phone, he wiped his face and cursed secretly: "Fuck!"

Fang Chuli returned to the company during lunch break and asked Wen Ling to go to the office.

He had already changed into a suit of clothes, from a suit to a lazy casual style; he had also taken a shower, smelling like mint, Wen Ling was still upset, and there was a resignation report on the computer desktop.

"You have always wanted to resign," Fang Chuli looked at his computer, and put a new white band-aid on his forehead, and said in a faint tone, "I always knew."

Wen Ling took a tight breath.

"I knew it was my parents who asked you to come here," Fang Chuli sniffed, "Now that Chi Lan has returned to China, I can't keep you if you do this for garbage like him."

Fang Chuli clicked the mouse twice: "Send the resignation report to my email, and go back and tell Chi Lan that this matter is endless."

The whole office fell silent, and Fang Chuli didn't even look at Wen Ling from the beginning to the end.

"Hurry up, can't you wait?"

"How long have we known each other?" Wen Ling didn't leave, but locked the door, walked to the chair opposite Fang Chuli's desk and sat down, folded his hands and pressed the joints, "Have I ever lied to you?"

Fang Chuli stopped his hands when he heard the words, and raised his head with a sideways face: "Do you mean now?"

There was suspicion in his eyes, but since he was a child, Wen Ling never lied to him, not even a false joke, so Fang Chuli never thought about Wen Ling when this happened, let alone It is suspected that there is something wrong with the monitoring Wen Ling gave him.

"This matter really has nothing to do with Chi Lan," Wen Ling heard the sound of his heart beating violently in his chest, "At the annual meeting that night, we both drank a lot, and I will send you to the hotel room. Didn't get out either."

"I couldn't control myself."

Fang Chuli's breathing became heavier little by little, his ears seemed to be bleeding, and Wen Ling's own cheeks felt hot.

"When I woke up, you hadn't woken up yet. I subconsciously left first. Later, I didn't expect you to react so strongly. You were looking for someone and killing someone..."

"Chi Lan was an accident. I never liked him. When I cut the video, I didn't recognize that person as Chi Lan. I can't even remember what he looks like."

Wen Ling's eyes were serious, and Fang Chuli's pupils trembled bit by bit.

"I don't know if you like men or not," Wen Ling couldn't continue, seeing that he didn't respond, and his tongue was rusted, even though he was talking, he didn't know what he was talking about, only felt the expression in Fang Chuli's eyes It became more and more indescribable, and my heart became more and more uncertain, "I... I am very responsible for this matter."

Fang Chuli seemed to be unable to believe his ears, and stood up from the office chair, his face was also pale.

He moved in the direction of the door.

"If you find it unacceptable and want me to do something, just tell me, and I'll promise you anything!" He was really afraid that Fang Chuli would leave the company again.

"Just don't hurt yourself, and don't toss yourself wildly."

Fang Chuli dodged Wen Ling's hand, a little dazed: "Don't come here."

"Okay." Wen Ling nodded.

Fang Chuli's voice became hoarse: "Is there any arrangement in the future...the meeting."

"It's all with Yi Lan in the near future. The signing of other contracts can be postponed for a while, and we will slowly make an appointment after the fifteenth."

Fang Chuli's eyeballs rolled around, but he couldn't find where his eyes should fall, as if he didn't listen to a word, Wen Ling didn't force him, and said softly: "I'll arrange the time for you, you probably need How long do you stay calm?"

It didn't seem right to ask this question, as if forcing someone, Wen Ling clenched his fists and tried to smile with the corners of his mouth: "I didn't mean to urge you, I was..."

"What are you? What do you think should be done?" Fang Chuli took a heavy breath, and laughed as if he was confused, "How do you think you can take this responsibility?"

Wen Ling rubbed his nose uncomfortably: "If you like men, you also think I can... Let's change from a bamboo horse to a couple, shall we?"

Fang Chuli ran away completely and didn't come to work the next day, and the rest of the days were also on sick leave.

The atmosphere in the company is relaxed and laid-back. After all, the boss is not around, and everyone is very relaxed.

Wen Ling was full of apprehension. Although he was dealing with work at his desk, he paid a little attention to his mobile phone all the time to see if Fang Chuli would send him a message.

The first thing Wen Ling did when he woke up in the morning was to send Fang Chuli a message besides going for a run.

According to Wei Xixi, even though they knew each other from mother's womb, this operation was too abrupt, and it's normal for the young master to run away with ups and downs.

Shu Wang stared wide-eyed: "Didn't I hit you?"

"No," Wen Ling wrapped himself in a down jacket, hugged his coffee and shook his head on Wei Xixi's small sofa, "I didn't seem to believe it, sweating profusely, and didn't let me come close. I was locked in the office all afternoon, and I didn't arrive. I ran away after get off work."

Wei Xixi and Shu Wang: "..."

Shu Wang gave a "tsk" sound: "Then is he scared, or is he ashamed?"

Wei Xixi held the cake and raised her hands with bright red nail polish: "Don't care if you're scared or ashamed, think about Chi Lan."

"You are different."

I am different...Wen Ling chanted this sentence in his heart, and the emotions in his heart suddenly took root and then sprouted. Even when he was serving soup at night, he felt that he wanted to irrigate the cowardly shoots to make them stronger and bolder.

"This year's Xiao Li is also strange." Mother Wen took a chopstick of beef for Wen Ling, and sighed, "I had a high fever on New Year's Eve, and now I have a fever again."

Wen Ling was taken aback: "Do you really have a fever?"

"Can this be a joke?" Mother Wen glanced at him, "You are his assistant, don't you know?"

He really didn't know, thinking that Young Master Fang was "escaping".

Grandma let out a sigh of relief: "This omen is not very good. Last year, Xiaoling, you were not in your natal year, and you didn't wear red. You sprained your feet at the beginning of the year. Last year, you were not happy. Xiaoli, this year is your natal year, right?"

"You have to wear red in your natal year, Xiaoli...doesn't she even wear red underpants?"

The three of them were silent at the dinner table, as if it was hard to imagine Fang Chuli wearing red underpants.

It was only then that Wen Ling suddenly realized, wasn't it last year?In the end, something happened.

He was in a hurry: "Hey, if I find a red string or something now, will it still work?"

Grandma's eyes lit up, and she got up: "I have a red string! I went to the temple on the first day of the lunar new year. I wanted to pray for your mother's safety and blessings, so I asked the master to light up a few talismans and tied them with a red string. Your uncle doesn't believe it. These, no, there is one left."

Wen Ling usually didn't believe this, but last year and this year were really unlucky, and it spread on Fang Chuli again, so he began to believe it.

"I'll go see him tomorrow." Wen Ling held Ping Anfu in his hand.

Wen Ling helped me wash the dishes in the evening, and Mother Wen sighed beside her: "Xiao Ling, you and Xiao Li, you two were better than you are now when you were young, and you have to do everything together, but it's not so good after you go to school. Go home, do homework together and don’t talk much.”

"At first I thought you two had a conflict, but it turned out not to be."

Wen Ling's hand holding the bowl trembled: "Is there any?"

He really didn't know that in the eyes of adults, he and Fang Chuli were not very close.

"Suwan told me," said Wen's mother, who was supporting the marble table. Her name was Fang Chuli's mother, Suwan. As a result, after Xiao Li went abroad and came back, you didn't talk to him very much, and he didn't like asking you to rest for a night."

"I..." Wen Ling moved his lips, but "I" didn't say anything.

It turned out that there were these changes in the time I didn't expect.

It's not that he doesn't want to go on vacation for a night or something, but he feels that he is not young anymore, and there is no reason to stay at Fang's house like he did when he was a child.

"Suwan is happy this year." Mother Wen stacked up the bowls to wipe off the water stains. "In the past, Xiaoli didn't like to eat it at the New Year's Eve dinner. She would be rude to everyone, and she would go out to drink at night. This year there is no such thing."

"It might be sick."

For a long time, Wen Ling knew that his mother also regarded Fang Chuli as half of her son, and that Aunt Suwan saw that they were orphans and widows, and that Young Master Fang had them, so he did not miss them.

"We just watched you two grow up from this age." Mother Wen made a posture of holding the baby in her arms, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "When I think about it, I feel very happy when I grow up to be such a tall man. "

Wen Ling's heart warmed up, but he thought of Fang Chuli's pale face. It is unknown whether their relationship will be better, and whether it will be the original "happiness" when it gets better.

But tonight, Mama Wen's memories seemed to be turned on, and she was still remembering when she was watching TV on the sofa.

Wen Ling draped a blanket over her.

"I remember a lunch break. It was very hot. Suwan and I were too lazy to run, so we put the two of you in a crib. You two slept back to back at first, and then you were face to face in the end."

Mother Wen turned her head and looked at her son's eyes, which were as soft as the black and blue night sky, and the stars were shining brightly.

"I don't know if you dreamed of drinking milk, sipping Xiao Li's face, and that week, her face was red and not symmetrical."

As she said that, Mother Wen laughed, and Wen Ling laughed too. The Ping An Fu in his hand never let go, and he felt more and more that it was burning red.

After entering the room, unable to fall asleep at all, he clicked on Fang Chuli's dialogue box and exited, and still sent the message:

-have you slept?

It's almost ten o'clock in the evening. According to Fang Chuli's habit, he should not have slept. If he slept, he would have a high fever.

The words "The other party is typing..." bounced several times, Wen Ling thought that the young master was going to type for a long time without sending it, or swear at a long length, but there was only one word.

-No.

Wen Ling smiled. It seemed that Fang Chuli still had to take care of others. He didn't want to wait until tomorrow to give the safety talisman, so he asked:

- I'll go find you now, okay?

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Good night everyone, sweet dreams~