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Mother Wen also nodded, showing an attitude of giving up: "We both worry about this, and we forget that they are so old, and their social circles are different, so we missed them."

Fang's mother tried her best to calm down: "When Xiaoli's father comes back, I will tell him..."

"What are you talking about..." Fang Chuli raised his voice a lot, but his voice trembled a few times, his eyes were full of panic, "You called him back then, and now you're going to fire him?"

Fang's mother was like a coquettish little girl at this time: "Xiao Li, what do you want your mother to do? You said it, you two are not in the same circle anymore..."

"I'm talking about when I was in high school," Wen Ling saw that Fang Chuli was about to explode, "At that time Wen Ling didn't like to play with my friends. Now, it's normal for each of you to have different friends, and it won't affect the relationship between me and Wen Ling!"

"..."

"Then you are in the company..."

Fang Chuli scratched his hair: "I did it on purpose, right?"

Wen Ling was taken aback.

"I did it on purpose. He came to me from Wenling to be my assistant, but he ignored me." Fang Chuli looked at Wenling with embarrassment, "I just wanted to find something...to find fault..."

Both Mother Wen and Mother Fang were surprised: "Huh?"

Wen Ling clasped his fists and cleared his throat, then smiled lightly: "He's just kidding with me."

"Friction is just a small problem, and it's not a big problem if you can't help it." Wen Ling kept curling his lips.

Fang's mother was shocked: "Xiaoling! You are too kind to him, you know? This is obviously making things difficult for you. Let me tell you, even your uncle Fang can't make things difficult for others!"

Probably in the education Mother Fang received since she was a child, it was too much to be picky. She never complained about the unsatisfactory behavior of any wife, and she would not talk too much in the business world because of gossip, let alone Will publicly avenge private revenge.

So in her eyes, Fang Chuli is no longer skinny this time.

But when Wen Ling realized this, it seemed a bit late, Mother Fang pulled Fang Chuli up: "Xiao Li, this is not allowed!"

He said and took his son's hand: "Two years, more than 700 days, this is not a small amount, you have to apologize to Xiaoling!"

Fang Chuli's mouth trembled.

"It's okay, Aunt Fang, it's normal to play around, and it didn't delay any business cooperation." Wen Ling hurriedly held him down.

"You can't spoil him like this," Aunt Fang waved her hand, "Otherwise, whenever he has something in the future, he will vent his anger on you. This is a bad habit!"

Mother Wen also persuaded: "Suwan, it's okay, Xiaoli is like this, just want to reconcile with Xiaoling, Xiaoling is also, Xiaoli has taken the initiative, he doesn't care about others!"

Wen Ling was wronged, he really didn't realize it at first, but he also nodded: "I didn't realize it at first."

"That's no good Qinqin, you just let him go when you were young, today I have to cure his temper!"

It is firm and cannot be changed.

Fang Chuli was disturbed by the sudden change of tone. The person who was supposed to be irritable suddenly came out to admit his mistake like a child, and was speechless immediately.

"It's just that when you were young, no one dared to tell you when you lost your temper," Fang's mother said with a sad face, "That's why you're used to it, since you want to get closer to Xiaoling, you have to use the right method! "

Wen Ling couldn't bear it any longer: "Aunt Fang, I'm also at fault for these things."

"Xiao Ling, you can't spoil him!"

"..."

Helpless, Wen Ling looked at the young master.

However, everyone here is responsible for Fang Chuli's current personality and behavior.

At that time, Mother Fang had two children and had to discuss cooperation with Director Fang everywhere, so she had no time to deal with Fang Chuli's affairs. Mother Wen treated this young master better than her own children, and so did Wen Ling, especially since she was older and always Give Fang Chuli his "brother's heart" completely.

Buying water when it's hot, helping to get an extra piece of clothing when it's cold, packing snacks when you're hungry, and getting hurt when you're about to hurt, the medicine is at hand before Fang Chuli yells.

At that time, it was a brother's heart, but it gradually changed its nature.

At this time, it was really difficult for Fang Chuli to apologize, it was even harder than the two white marble lions in front of Fang's villa.

But the young master cast him a look for help.

I probably also know my son. He hasn't encountered any setbacks. He is in his twenties, and it is difficult to force it. It is completely impossible to really apologize seriously.

Mother Wen couldn't bear it, so she tried to persuade and comfort Mother Fang, taking care of Fang Chuli's feelings, and told Wen Ling's wrong, without hurting her son.

Mother Fang sighed: "Indeed, it's harder than anything else for you to apologize."

"Then Xiaoling, come here."

Wen Ling raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

"If you really don't have any other major conflicts, then today," Fang's mother grabbed Fang Chuli's hand, "then shake hands, if you don't want to, then you two have something to hide." with us."

Wen Ling and Fang Chuli: "..."

Mother Fang saw that they were still not moving, and put down Chuli's hand: "Qinqin, look, they are not telling the truth at all."

"No!" Wen Ling saw Fang Chuli's denial finished, his ears turned red, and he curled his hands slightly.

It's not uncommon for two people to meet each other sincerely. It's okay to hold hands and hold hands, but this is in front of the parents...

It was very awkward, especially before that, when they were still harboring ulterior motives.

Wen Ling sat up straight and saw that Fang Chuli's ears were getting redder and redder.

"It's okay." Mother Wen was very satisfied with Wen Ling's initiative to reach out her hand, and looked at Fang Chuli, "Xiao Li, you don't have to treat Xiaoling like this when you get along with Xiao Ling, it's fine just like when you were a child."

There was light coming in from the window, and there wasn't much temperature, but Wen Ling felt that his body was getting hot.

Fang Chuli's fingertips were a little cold, but his palms were warm with a thin layer of sweat, and at the same time he felt a nervous tremor in his palms.

Before the two of them clasped their hands, they were both in a tense state, and they could hardly touch any flesh, and the muscles under the joints were also strong.

But now, he felt that the young master's hands were quite sensual, his fingers didn't touch Yang Chunshui, and his skin was very good, so he couldn't help but squeeze it quietly.

Fang Chuli shuddered and looked at Wen Ling.

Assistant Wen sat up straighter. It was a coincidence that the sun was ironing his face. He was not wearing a suit. The whole person was more sunny than at the workstation, and Fang Chuli's face was even hotter.

The two escaped from the Fang family's villa almost at the same time. The young master who said at the dinner table "If you don't go out, whoever wants to go out", planned to go outside to take a breath, and also planned to return to his nest.

"Fuck...that flower is still in the closet." Fang Chuli tightened his seat belt hand.

It might be a little longer to go back to the villa next time, and the flowers must be bad, Wen Ling gasped in the car: "Then what should I do?"

Fang Chuli wanted to go back and get it: "They take a nap at 01:30."

"Then wait here until 01:30, and then go up after they sleep?"

It's just after one o'clock now, and it seems that there is no problem in waiting, but Fang Chuli shook his head: "Go out first, and come back later after two o'clock!"

Wen Ling: "???"

Who makes someone the young master, no matter how you don't understand, let's pamper him!

He drove the car out, Fang Chuli said again: "Look at the back, my mother is upstairs watching."

Wen Ling took a look in the rearview mirror, sure enough, the two mothers were watching from the balcony upstairs, they looked happy when they saw the car, and even waved, finally feeling relieved.

"Just now, the two of us would have stayed in the car and couldn't come out. They had to go straight to the garage and let us hold hands."

Wen Ling opened the door, missed the point, and reached out to grab Fang Chuli's hand: "What? Are you so unwilling to hold hands?"

Fang Chuli looked at Lu, sighed as if fleeing life and death, smiled again after sighing, and held Wenling back.

The two first found a coffee shop, and while the sun was out, they sat outside, drinking a glass of Vienna and a glass of Ireland, and looked at the people who came and went, even if they traveled alone, they were accompanied by brilliance.

Now that some questions were left open, Wen Ling wanted to ask.

"Xiao Li, our relationship hasn't changed like you said, has it?"

Fang Chuli was playing with the light in his palm. He didn't look up when he heard the question, but nodded his head: "But I know you from the beginning because my circle chose to change."

Wen Ling smiled.

"I know people like Hu Zhenyu, if it wasn't for me, you would never talk to them in your life." Fang Chuli raised his head, his eyes were a little red, "When I was young, my thoughts were very simple. If you don't play with me, then Just don't play with me."

Wen Ling's eyes became serious: "You know I'm not that kind of person, no matter what friends you make, it won't change me and you."

"I know," Fang Chuli smiled, "I know now."

The sun shook off the bright powder, Young Master Fang's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the chestnut hair shone through the light. The little lion finally stopped frizzing. Wen Ling wanted to rub his head, and comfort him by the way.

"The one that Aunt Fang said." But he couldn't comfort him yet, Wen Ling stopped thinking and asked the doubts in the room, "You were unhappy that week when you went to the museum, why didn't you tell me, what were you upset about?"

He doesn't believe it's just because of that uneaten barbecue.

Fang Chuli turned his head to look at the road, and his eyes fell on the stop sign on the opposite side of the road, as if trying to remember, he frowned again: "Because..."

The people in the coffee shop suddenly became confused, and the sound of glass breaking rang out several times. Wen Ling was the first to see the glass beside Fang Chuli suddenly explode.

Almost because his nerves hadn't caught up with the reaction of his muscles, Wen Ling pulled Fang Chuli over, wrapped his head with his clothes and dragged him back.

Everything happened so suddenly, when someone shouted "blood" and someone gasped and said "if this continues, you will die", Wen Ling was a little dazed in his head, looking at the person in his arms: "Are you okay?"

Before Fang Chuli could react, he mechanically shook his head.

They didn't feel the pain, and they didn't feel the pressure of the crowd. Only then did they realize that the object of the crowd's discussion was someone else, and at the same time, the sound of cursing gradually became clear.

It was a woman's voice, screaming sharply: "How dare you have face! You are still a boy! Why don't you be a mistress!"

"He is also a man, don't you know! Ah! Are you really perverted!"

Hearing these few words, Wen Ling guessed that it was a scene of love and cheating, where the original partner finds the mistress.

There are more and more people in the coffee shop, and the layers of discussions are also very noisy.

"What's wrong with being young? Seduce other people's husbands! What about your boss! Do you still want such employees!"

The little brother at the cash register was also dumbfounded, his voice was not loud and chaotic: "Today...he is here to resign..."

The woman was dressed beautifully and looked like a noble lady from a good family, but at this time she was leading someone, aggressively, grabbing a little boy and scolding him. The boy had been beaten, his head was hanging down, and the floor at his feet was still stained with blood. idea.

Wen Ling was the first to see the boy's exposed neck, his skin was almost sickly white.

"This person..." Fang Chuli tilted his head and thought for a while, he felt familiar.

Wen Ling had an excellent memory, and took a deep breath: "His name is Wen Yucan."

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