After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

Thanks to Wenling, several managers relaxed a lot in the second half, because they could feel that the heating in the meeting room was sufficient, and the people were warmer, and the hands holding the pens did not shake much.

Even the one who was added in the middle passed, Fang Chuli's expression was fine.

Wen Ling also took a special look at Fang Chuli. Mr. Fang's eyes were indifferent, and Wen Yucan also looked back. He was the last one, and he bowed deeply to everyone.

Quite polite, the type of children Chi Lan likes are pretty consistent, that's what he said about Wenling in high school—quiet and clean.

Busy until 06:30 in the afternoon, the list came down, three girls and two boys, Wen and Can had the highest comprehensive score.

On the spot, those who should be assigned to the departments were all assigned, and a half-month training period was scheduled to officially start on Monday to guide the business scope. Because this was the first time for Chengtai, they were not familiar with all aspects and needed to be adjusted.

I had a meeting before get off work, and it was almost eight o'clock when I arrived at Gu Zhenyu's place. The social gathering had already begun. There were quite a few people in the store, and there were also several familiar bosses. Seeing Fang Chuli and Wen Ling coming in, they were still very friendly. greet you.

"I rely on Fang Chuli! I haven't seen you this Chinese New Year, and I haven't made an appointment with you. If it wasn't for seeing Assistant Wen ordering food and arriving at your apartment, I would have thought something was wrong with you!" Just entering the private room, Gu Zhenyu was baffled The voice sounded, "Hey, Assistant Wen, you are here this time too!"

Wen Ling came in a step behind Fang Chuli, and was stunned by Gu Zhenyu's big face.

Young Master Gu already smelled of alcohol.

"Would Assistant Wen help you drive?" Gu Zhenyu smiled, "It's rare to call you here. You won't be able to escape tomorrow weekend."

Wen Ling took a look at the people in the private room, they were quite complete, Fang Chuli's two children, friends from the racing club, speculative business partners, a big table with eight people, it was the most complete time in a year.

Wen Ling was here for the first time, but everyone present had seen him before, because every time Fang Chuli got drunk, he was the one who picked him up.

So Wen Ling also knew each of them.

When Fang Chuli dragged him in and sat down on the chair, Gu Zhenyu said "I wipe" in shock, and stood beside him: "Assistant Wen, are you not going back?"

Wen Ling took the water from Fang Chuli and shook his head: "It's time for dinner, Fang Chuli said, don't you have new dishes?"

"Yes," Gu Zhenyu burped, and nodded his head, "For cooking, trust me, Gu Zhenyu, you can enjoy both taste and vision!"

Fang Chuli took off his suit jacket and nodded, "Go ahead."

Gu Zhenyu blinked, and patted Fang Chuli's shoulder: "Wait! I know you have to take the first bite every time."

Fang Chuli: "Two copies."

"I know," Gu Zhenyu rushed to find the waiter, "Assistant Wen, let me tell you, this new product is really hard to say, you really made money by coming here today!"

The only two female friends at the table both nodded: "I saw the model today, it's so beautiful, and I like the layer of icing on the dessert so much, and it doesn't look greasy."

Another girl: "It seems that they made it themselves. I wanted to eat it first, but Fang Chuli didn't eat it yet, and Gu Zhenyu refused to give it!"

Fa Xiao booed: "Young Master Fang, just take this one! I want the first one!"

Wen Ling smiled, these young masters are actually quite easy to get along with, and there is no one who can get along with Fang Chuli who has a bad temper. It's not that Young Master Fang is bad, but he is a bit picky and difficult to take care of.

The new dish includes an appetizer, three main courses and a soup, plus seasonal vegetables and desserts.

The whole theme is seafood, Wen Ling likes it a bit, no wonder the young master asked him to come.

The aroma of crab meat was mixed in the thick soup, and Wen Ling fell in love with it at first sight. Fang Chuli gave him the chopsticks: "You eat first."

The whole private room fell silent.

"Damn it?" Gu Zhenyu's alcohol smell dissipated a lot, and he stared like everyone else, "You two... what's going on?"

"Didn't the two of you get into a fight because of the business cooperation?" He said and pushed Fang Chuli, "I dare not take your first breath to vent my anger!"

He touched Wen Ling with his elbow again: "Don't move, it's dangerous! Do you know what the concept is after taking the first bite? This young master is going crazy with you!"

Fang Chuli was extremely calm: "I'm not angry, all new products in your store will be given to Wenling first."

"..."

Wen Ling realized that something was wrong, and everyone looked at him in the wrong way.

Fang Chuli wanted to speak, so he tugged Young Master Fang, and was about to tell him to stop telling him, when he heard Gu Zhenyu want to remove his things.

Wen Ling: "???"

"No, no, no," Gu Zhenyu said as if he was facing an enemy, "Young Master Fang, this can't be done, the matter is not clear, and you haven't asked Wen Ling carefully, why are you venting your anger on him here!"

Wen Ling was even more confused, looking at the group of people.

"First, Chi Lan is because you want to cooperate to see what that person has in mind. Everything is just your wild imagination. Wen Ling never said that he likes him."

Fang Chuli wanted to stand up: "I'm not..."

Gu Zhenyu became more and more excited, and held him down: "It's not what you are, you are like this! Second, he said that he and Chi Lan have nothing to do, why don't you believe him, I never found out that he contacted Chi Lan in private of!"

Wen Ling: "???"

Fang Chuli continued to say, "Wen Ling and I..."

"Oh, you and Wen Ling are still having fun!" Gu Zhenyu looked like an old mother, "He hasn't directly said that he wants to resign, right? Even if he mentioned it, it's because you didn't reply to his message. He wants you to go to the company, right? It will be confirmed later. Now, you like him, so can't you confess?"

When Wen Ling saw the two young ladies from before, he wished he could rush over to pull Gu Zhenyu by the side: "Wen Ling is here, Zhenyu!"

"What's the matter here? I really have to force this young master today!" Gu Zhenyu rolled up his sleeves and slapped the table, Jiu Jin seemed to be on the top again, and looked at Wenling, "Wenling, do you know? It's just this young master, like How many years have you been?"

He turned his head, and Fang Chuli was taken aback.

"Don't worry about it for a few years, he has liked you since he was a child!" Gu Zhenyu's voice became louder, "But you don't respond every time, he just thinks wildly every day, thinking about you and Chi Lan, I'm afraid you and that playboy will hold hands someday! Tell yourself, is it because you like him when you come back to be an assistant? You don't like that Chi Lan at all!"

Wen Ling: "..."

I really didn't expect this to come out.

"That's right," he nodded, "I don't like Chi Lan."

The faces of the people around changed, and so did Fang Chuli's face, turning red.

Gu Zhenyu became more and more excited, and pressed Wen Ling's shoulder: "Then do you like Fang Chuli?"

Wen Ling also made no secret of it: "I like it."

"Look!" Gu Zhenyu was about to stand up, circling around the table, taking pictures one by one, "Am I right? Right? Wen Ling likes Fang Chuli! He likes it... Wait, you really like Fang Chuli?"

The last sentence broke.

Wenling "..."

This is also very drunk.

Fang Chuli straightened the clothes messed up by Gu Zhenyu, and pulled off the scarf, showing the strawberry marks on his neck without hesitation. Hearing Man Peng exclaim, he nodded: "We have been together for a long time."

long time?

As soon as Wen Ling turned his head, Fang Chuli pushed him back, and saw the young master pour the wine: "Today I also brought it to introduce you."

People on the table: "..."

"Wen Ling?" Gu Zhenyu suddenly called Wen Ling again.

Wen Ling looked back at him, "Huh?"

The two young ladies were very worried: "Blink if you are kidnapped."

Gu Zhenyu is also worried: "Forcing love is not acceptable, it will be resisted."

Wen Ling: "..."

"We two," Wen Ling also poured a glass of wine, "really, we are neither unhappy nor forcing each other."

"Good guy..."

Gu Zhenyu couldn't help raising his glass: "What about this year? Years ago he was still talking about confessing his love this year."

Wen Ling swallowed his wine, looked at the people around him, and raised his eyebrows.

The people around were drinking with sullen heads.

The young lady asked, "Have you got the watch?"

There were whistles all around, Wen Ling remembered that at the annual meeting night, if he wanted to confess his love, it was really a confession.

Seeing that the two of them were silent, the booing and whistling started to be messy, several people came back and forth, all toasting their wine, Wen Ling saw someone toasting him for several rounds.

What's more, Gu Zhenyu sat directly between the two of them.

"If the two of you calm down, we'll be finished." He raised his hand and hiccupped, "This group of people's affairs will be finished! This young master has finally taken this step!"

Fang Chuli didn't show much face when drinking, and his face was as usual, but he frowned slightly, wanting to be fierce to Gu Zhenyu.

Gu Zhenyu laughed: "No, was he the one who confessed his love first? If he had to be so brave, he wouldn't be able to go back to China for two years? He didn't have a fart, and he showed strawberry prints in just one Spring Festival... Tsk ..."

Fang Chuli was good at blocking his outstretched hand: "I'm super brave."

The laughter grew louder, and Wen Ling laughed too, but Fang Chuli reached out to pinch his chin, and frowned deeper: "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Ling was also a little dizzy, but he was sure that Fang Chuli had drunk too much, and the mist in his eyes was about to turn into rain.

"Do you still drink?" Wen Ling squeezed his wrist, "If you don't drink, let's go home."

Fang Chuli nodded.

Gu Zhenyu stopped them both: "Hey! Are you leaving now? You two newcomers have to give out red envelopes to celebrate!"

A group of alcoholics who have drunk too much have red eyes when they hear the "red envelope". For these people, money or not is a trivial matter, and the focus is on excitement.

Fang Chuli couldn't hide his desire to leave, so he took out his phone.

Wen Ling also took out his mobile phone, and Gu Zhenyu was happy: "I'll drag you into the lively group."

Wen Ling smiled: "As expected of a businessman, earning two shares."

Gu Zhenyu just smiled and said nothing.

Young Master Fang has sent out several, but they didn't even order it, and they were all giving out red envelopes, such as "blessing 99", "three years of hugging", "a hundred years of marriage", "up and down harmony" and so on.

Write anything.

At the end of the post, Fang Chuli got tired and threw the phone away: "No more, Wenling, go home."

Wen Ling also stopped from the rain of red envelopes, went to help Fang Chuli, and then fished the phone back from the rotating glass table.

The driver just arrived, and when he mentioned his home, Young Master Fang's eyes were burning: "Why did you go back to your home?"

"I'm going to get something."

Fang Chuli also wanted to go up, but at this moment he was completely lost. Wen Ling was afraid that he would fall again, so he went upstairs first after a few coaxing words.

Hearing that he was going to go home to sleep again, Mother Wen frowned: "Going out again? With Xiao Li?"

"Yes," Wen Ling was still a little unnatural, flipping through the bedside table, "I'm a bit busy these days, I'll go home when I'm done."

"Then remind Xiao Li to let him go home on the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year."

Wen Ling found the safety talisman and put it in his pocket: "Okay."

Mother Wen filled the chicken soup with a large thermos bucket: "I thought you would go home to eat today, so I boiled some chicken soup, you can take it with you, don't stay up too long at night, eat some chicken when you are hungry."

"Bring the honey too, is Xiaoli drunk?"

"is a bit."

Now both of them can't drink, and they are full of wine, but they can save it for the next day.

Walking to the side of the car, Wen Ling saw that the car window was open, and Fang Chuli was lying on the window staring at the gate of the community, and when he saw him coming out, he shouted, "Why are you so slow!"

The sound was a bit loud, the community was quiet, Wen Ling hurried to the side of the car: "Master, some people are asleep at this point, so keep your voice down."

Fang Chuli stuck out her head and raised her head to kiss him.

The driver probably didn't expect his boss and assistant to have such a thing, so he parked the car in the garage and hurried back. Wen Ling was struggling with the bucket in one hand and his arms around the person, and asked, "Can you hold on? Let's not fall together." gone."

Fang Chuli stabilized his body and took a few steps. Wen Ling was about to lock the car door, so he turned back and opened the door.

"what happened?"

The young master pulled out the pack of bear biscuits at noon from the car, Wen Ling couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

"I'm afraid you can't change your hobby. I'll go upstairs later and I'll buy you a box to keep at home."

Fang Chuli could only laugh, he was not light, and he was still laughing, Wen Ling hugged and dragged him upstairs, sweating a lot.

He is actually a pretty good drinker, and he was almost awake all the way back, looking at the young master who was holding the biscuit in a daze: "Will you take a bath?"

Fang Chuli nodded: "Wash."

"Let me wash it for you first," Wen Ling helped him hang his coat on the coat rack by the door, "I'm afraid you'll fall again."

Fang Chuli still nodded: "I fell, it hurts."

Remembering that the young master was sprained before and had to be put in a cast, and it was inconvenient to take a bath and make a fuss after wearing a cast, Wen Ling laughed: "You like to toss, you are afraid of pain and you still want to do it."

Fang Chuli's eyes suddenly flashed: "But you ignore me when I make trouble."

Wen Ling: "???"

This sound was really wronged, he seemed to be able to see the drooping ears of the young master.

"Why did you ignore it? I'll help you remove the plaster." He dragged Fang Chuli to the bathroom. He was about to put the bear biscuit on the coffee table, but he felt a lot of debris inside.

"How did you pick it? It's full of broken bears."

"I pinched it."

Wen Ling was puzzled: "What are you pinching it for?"

"At that time, I was nervous." Fang Chuli dodged his eyes.

Wen Ling was helpless when he thought of "that time", so shy that he was so rude.

He dragged him into the bathroom, and after drinking, he didn't dare to let Fang Chuli take a bath, so he lowered the water temperature a bit, and let him go to bed to rest after a quick wash.

The dirty clothes were put into the basket, and the cover in his pocket fell to the floor, Wen Ling saw that this set of boxes was also crumpled by Young Master Fang.

"It's quite strong." He couldn't help laughing.

After taking a shower and washing his clothes, he went to hang them to dry first. Fang Chuli was already curled up on the bed and fell asleep. The heating was still on as usual, and the whole room was warm. The young master didn't even tie his pajamas, so he slept with his eyes open. .

Fang Chuli must have just fallen asleep, but the phone screen was still on.

Although the current relationship can be said to be honest with each other, Wen Ling still doesn't have the habit of looking at people's mobile phones, and was about to help the young master put the mobile phone on the bedside table, but something on the screen startled him.

"You can do it, kid," Wen Ling couldn't help but sigh, the screen showed what Fang Chuli had ordered 2 minutes ago, "I'll buy you bear biscuits, will you buy me a case?"

And this—

"001, Air, Particles, Threads, Thermal Sensation..." Wen Ling leaned on the edge of the bed to look, and couldn't help but scroll down, "You have to try whatever type you have."

The author has something to say:

Fang Chuli: A few days = a long time

Merry Christmas!Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I may have to catch up on sleep during the day, and there is also an overnight shift. I will see you on Monday or Tuesday in the next chapter (I try to Monday)

If there is any small theater, Christmas may not be in time, and I have to go to work later, so it will be New Year's Eve! (hug everyone)

PS: Cheers to the cutie who took the exam recently!