After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

The Wenling car was halfway through, and Fang Chuli responded with a "hmm" slowly.

When they reached the entrance of the villa, only Fang Chuli's room was still lit.Except for special circumstances, the Fang family rested quite early, Wen Ling couldn't disturb him through the front door, so he told the young master to stay in the room, and went up to the second floor along the small terrace behind the yard.

The iron door downstairs was unlocked, and he knew that Fang Chuli had left it for him.

It’s been a long time since Wen Ling went here. Wen Ling remembers that when he was a child, he and Fang Chuli were as good as each other. After a period of time, the wall was demolished in high school.

I don't know if today, because my mother recalled the past, so many memories also surfaced in Wen Ling's mind.

He remembered that when he was in the first grade of elementary school, he was waiting for the procrastinating young master to go to school with a small schoolbag on his back. Wen Ling was a little older, and he was afraid that Fang Chuli would not adapt to the new school, so he sat next to Fang Chuli all the time, and figured out where to go in advance. Where is it, and take people to the cafeteria to eat.

The young master with a mouthful mouth had diarrhea on the first day, so he had no choice but to bring rice every day, and Wen Ling ate with Fang Chuli every day.

Later——Wenling and Fang Chuli were in high school, and they could tell the habit of making friends when they were children. Wen Ling didn't like to be with those young masters, but he wouldn't interfere with Fang Chuli's making friends, and they both wore high school uniforms. The circle has actually split.

Later, as her studies got heavier, Wen Ling terribly vented her budding feelings on the exercise sets and test papers, and the two of them talked less.

There is still the last step of the stairs, Wen Ling stopped his feet, looked at the closed curtains and frowned, wondering if these feelings were confiscated at the beginning, at that time, Young Master Fang seemed to be hiding look at yourself.

Otherwise, this relationship can't be seen for so many years.

At that time, he would pay attention to Fang Chuli's whereabouts consciously or unconsciously.In the classroom, the two seats were almost parallel. When he was studying by himself or looking up at the class, he saw Fang Chuli turned his head to look at the people playing basketball outside; when he came to the playground, Wen Ling's eyes followed the sunny boy in school uniform flying and shooting.

Sometimes Fang Chuli would notice it, stare at each other for a moment, then quickly move away, always hiding, and his heart was emptied of hiding.

His uncontrollable heart made his personality sink, and gradually he developed a soft sense of alienation. When he was young, he devoted himself to his studies. Now, in addition to the inevitable conflicts of opinions, he also tries not to spend much time with Fang Chuli in peace, for fear of being out of touch. Problems, work with your heart.

However, the young master is very troublesome and has met and argued quite a few times. If this incident does not happen, Fang Chuli will probably never know. Every time the two argue and the bottom line is stretched, Wen Ling can't control himself.

Uncontrollable is the state that Wenling fears most.

Fang Chuli turned up the air conditioner in the room very high, and this person was wearing a thin pajamas that blended into the almond-colored sofa chair, his hair was washed and dried, and covered his forehead limply, and half of the neckline was still open. The sickness made him very lazy, and he was looking at the laptop on the table.

The one on the computer is a surveillance video, which is still playing.

A long paragraph of sensational words that Wen Ling conceived on the road got stuck in an instant.

Fang Chuli clicked on the desktop: "I checked with Xiao Liu from the technical department."

Wen Ling followed Fang Chuli's line of sight, and the video froze on the scene where he left.

At this moment, Fang Chuli looked pretty good, at least the cyan color in his eyes was much less, and the look in his eyes was much darker. Watching the video, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his cherry-colored lips moved slightly.

"There are no traces of changes in the video." The young master rubbed his neck, as if he had lost his patience, "The connection is smooth, and there will be absolutely no changes here."

Wen Ling was dumbfounded, wondering whether he should praise Shuwang's skill.

"Furthermore, in such a short period of time, and the length of the video is so long, how can it be so easy to find a suitable connection? It is impossible for you to find someone to make a complete change. There are so many people in the company who have not found this kind of technical personnel."

"Wen Ling, Wen Ling, in China, people who only know how to go to and from work and don't even go to a bar will not understand the danger of people like Chi Lan. Maybe he gave you a false impression, but to him, that's just It's just a wisp of smoke from the age of innocence, how can there be..."

Fang Chuli's throat slipped, and seeing Wen Ling's gloomy expression, he said ruthlessly: "Like you, be careful that he will sell you when the time comes, and you will be stupid enough to count the money for you."

Wen Ling raised his eyebrows secretly, the young master thought he liked Chi Lan, so he lied to him with this made-up story.

Fang Chuli didn't look up, but raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"I really didn't...can I stop talking about Chi Lan? My mother said you had a fever, are you feeling better now?" Wen Ling planned to change the subject directly, asked him about his physical condition, took out the safety talisman, got up and left Going to Fang Chuli's side, "There was a lot of bad luck at the beginning of the new year. When my grandma went to the temple to pray for blessings, she asked for a safe talisman to give you good luck."

The talisman paper was packed in a cloth bag like a small kit, and the word "Ping An" was embroidered with gold thread, two and a half fingers wide, and there was still a faint scent of incense.

Two small Buddhist beads were strung on the red rope, winding around his slender neck, like a bloody thread, Wen Ling raised his hand to help him tie it, but Fang Chuli suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the rope, stopping his movement .

"Your grandmother gave it to you?"

"Yes, give it to me tonight."

Fang Chuli shook his head: "I mean, did she give this to you?"

It seemed that he hadn't heard the young master speak for a long time, Fang Chuli pondered for half a second before he figured out what he meant: "No, she begged for one more."

Fang Chuli changed his face in an instant, pulled the talisman and threw it on the table, sneered: "This is your sincerity? Pray for blessings and atonement? I don't want it!"

The sound of the beads touching the wooden table was quite loud.

"I don't mean that..." Wen Ling shut his mouth, thinking that Fang Chuli's anger would not disappear just by saying it. He understood, but he still sighed in his heart.

"You can mention anything you want."

Wen Ling squatted down in front of him and raised his head: "Calm down, give me a chance to be responsible, you can do whatever you want, don't get angry, beat me, scold me, ask me to leave or stay, I'll listen to you of."

Fang Chuli was not in a hurry to give him the result, his eyes flickered for a moment, as if there were waves rolling, but suddenly fell silent and turned into a dark sea, and after a moment of silence, evil spirits surged: "Okay, let me think about it, what did you do yesterday? Does it count?"

Wen Ling said too many things yesterday, he couldn't figure out what it was for a while, and was at a loss for a moment.

Fang Chuli reached out to touch his cheek, and pinched his chin: "You say, from a bamboo horse to a couple."

"There is also 'You want my life or let me go, it's fine', since you said you don't like him, it's not good to go, can I take your life?"

Wen Ling was startled, and suddenly felt a numbness in his back.

Fang Chuli then laughed again: "What? Are you going to go back on your word? I'm sure I will refuse your request because of this matter? Your panicked and surprised eyes are so ridiculous."

"I'll tell you Wenling," Fang Chuli pressed Wenling's cheekbones, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and sneered, "Even if I lock you up by my side with your labor contract or your identity information, I won't let you go." I won't let you go to Chi Lan!"

Wen Ling felt a little pain in his cheek, and frowned slightly: "I won't look for him..."

"It's best," Fang Chuli's eyes were dangerous, and the cold light flickered, "You'd better not get involved in my affairs with him, let me know that you sent him a message, and see how I deal with you!"

Wen Ling: "..."

Things got worse and worse, and Wen Ling's mood became more and more heavy, so that he had a dream all night.

It was another dream that Fang Chuli beat Chi Lan, and another dream that the young master pinched himself and kept asking, "What do you like about Chi Lan? What do you like about Chi Lan? What do you like about Chi Lan!"

It's dying.

Going to the office with two dark circles under his eyes, he was making coffee while doing eye exercises while pinching the Qingming acupoint. Fang Chuli didn't even notice when he was standing behind him.

Now this young master has become quite aloof. The more Wen Ling thought about the scene last night, the more he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

There they were, fast and sharp.

Forget it, now that we have this relationship, we have plenty of time to explain Fang Chuli's misunderstanding clearly.

"Go to Yilan."

Putting down these three words, Fang Chuli gave him a cold and chic back.

Fang always really wants to sieve Internet celebrities, and Wenling is ready for emergencies at any time.

Chi Lan was wearing a mask and sunglasses, but she could tell that the corners of her eyes were torn. When facing Fang Chuli, she was not at all afraid, even more provocative than yesterday.

There may also be reasons for their own home stadium, and the momentum is not to introduce their own employees.

"Assistant Wen..." But as soon as his eyes turned to Wen Ling, they softened, and the tails of his eyes drooped, showing a truly aggrieved look.

Not good, not good not good!At this time, Li Xia, Wenling melon field, roared secretly in his heart: "Chi Lan! You and I have never had any enmity in the past, but the recent grievance... I tried my best to explain it, so don't mess with me at this time!!!"

Assistant Wen just wants to handle business in peace, and then be a salty fish with ease!

Although it has not been realized in recent years, it cannot be worse!

Fang Chuli interrupted Chi Lan, as if holding a splash of ice water frozen on the top of a snow peak, hooked his lips, and smiled unfathomably: "I was in a hurry before, I didn't have time to introduce you, Wen Ling, since he is my assistant, I They're also a couple."

"Please don't look at him like that in front of me."

Wen Ling was startled, and turned to look at Fang Chuli. He felt that the air around him was frozen, and he even heard the sound of several people who came along with him gasping for air, and seeing everyone looked sideways, he wished he could be deaf on the spot.

Chi Lan's sunglasses turned crooked in fright. Looking at Fang Chuli, he turned to look at Wen Ling as if struck by lightning: "Assistant Wen, this...you two are together?"

"impossible!"

Although the pressure was enormous, Wen Ling weighed quickly in his heart, quickly making a choice between "what kind of demon Fang Chuli wants to be" and "what medicine is sold in Chi Lan's gourd".

No matter how you pretend to be a monster, it's Fang Chuli!

In just three seconds, he nodded: "It's possible."

He even pulled out a smiling face: "Hehe."

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