After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

The two changed a coffee shop, Wen Yucan's nose and forehead had stopped bleeding, asked him what he wanted to drink, and asked for a glass of lemonade.

Wen Ling stuffed him with the Band-Aid in his hand.

Wen Yucan's eyes trembled, and there were still a few deep scratches on the back of his hand.

He couldn't find the words for a while, so he could only look at the boy's side face and sighed slightly.

Fang Chuli didn't want to talk at all, and sat with his arms folded while smelling the coffee, with an ugly face and scrutinizing eyes.

That woman is the wife of a real estate boss. Wen Ling and Fang Chuli have never heard of her name. After hearing the woman's cry, it was several months ago that they realized that their husband's off-duty time was not right. Fooling around in a coffee shop.

Every time Wen Yucan came home late from work, she even took pictures of her husband giving gifts, and tried to hold Wen Yucan's hand.

She threw the photo on the table, quarreling, cursing, swearing, and dealing with Wen and Can.

The man promised that he would not look for Wen Yucan again, but his body backtracked, and he seized the opportunity to sneak into the coffee shop.

Wen Yucan rubbed the roll of toilet paper in his hand, still timid in his voice: "Me and her husband, nothing happened."

Fang Chuli had a bad impression of him at first, and now seeing this kind of thing again, he felt even more uncomfortable, his cold eyes were full of indifference, and he snorted: "It's nothing, what do people want you for? Coffee There are so many waiters in the store, pointing at you to call."

"It's nothing to do with his husband." Wen Yucan looked straight at Fang Chuli without timidity in his eyes, "Is it impossible for a boss like him to find someone to cheat on?"

Wen Ling frowned, Wen Yucan looked timid, but there was resentment in his heart, which made him look very tough, and also formed an indescribable sense of division.

"I have a disease." He smiled slightly, lowered his eyes to look at the back of his hand, the place was still strangely red, "It's called scratch disease."

Wen Ling: "..."

Fang Chuli: "..."

"It's not a serious illness, but someone is new." Wen Yucan twitched the corner of his mouth, smiling ugly and contemptuously.

Wen Ling saw the marks on his neck again. It had been half an hour since the dispute, and the scratches and scratches were clearly visible on his skin. There was redness along the marks, but there was an obvious color difference with the fair skin in the distance around him.

The impact is great, like intense ambiguity.

To be honest, between Fang Chuli and Wen Ling, the intimacy is always ruthless. Kissing or even biting each other is normal. The primitive hope makes the nerves uncontrollable. It is necessary to leave traces and marks before giving up. .

As long as it's not too much, it's normal.

But some people's hobbies are not because of love, but just evil hobbies that cannot be put on the table.

Wen Yucan's eyes were a little red, but he was very stubborn, and he looked up slightly with contempt for the two people in front of him.

"It's the same with everyone in your circle."

"I know why Boss Chi admitted me, and I also know that day," he looked at Wen Ling, "what were you thinking when you read my profile."

Fang Chuli's frown deepened, very unkindly: "Pay attention to your manner of speaking."

Wen Ling didn't care very much, nodded, and his tone was a bit unkind: "I do have thoughts about the relationship between you and Mr. Chi, but I didn't expect such a thing to be involved."

Wen Yucan nodded: "Mr. Chi also came to me when he found out that I had this disease. He was very curious, the kind of curiosity that wanted to take off my clothes. Everyone who came to me was like this. I just ask for something that I need from my people.”

Wen Ling felt unwell and asked, "It's so strong, what do you need?"

"Money," Wen Yucan smiled, bluntly upright, eyebrows and eyes curled up, "For you people, one meal may be my monthly salary, it sounds very vulgar, but I am It takes a lot of money."

Wen Ling didn't know what to say. What happened to this young man should be far more than a simple real estate boss.

But he was very uncomfortable with Wen Yucan's tone and words, and he didn't agree with his point of view, but he also knew that the way is different and does not conspire with each other, and he also knew not to judge other people's choices.

But if he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it, and he will stay away from such a person.

"I don't know if Chi Lan told you the rules of Chengtai," Wen Ling looked into his eyes, which were still clear, like two polished glass beads, and he said "Wen and Can are just adults" After reading the words three times, I temporarily forgive him for his rude words, propped up the table and said, "Chengtai's selection of candidates is not only based on ability, but also on how to behave."

This matter is not small. Some people like to use controversial people. Fang Chuli hates troublemakers and would never risk Chengtai's reputation. He pinches his nose to contact Chi Lan, and of course there is a lot of sarcasm.

Chi Lan's side was very noisy, and he didn't know where to sing. Hearing Wen Yucan's name, he reacted for a long time, saying that he would arrive in half an hour.Fang Chuli didn't want to say any more, so he hung up the phone after asking him to come and get someone.

"I have to think about whether you want to enter the follow-up training." Mr. Fang said without emotion, and didn't want to stay here any longer.

Wen Ling went to settle the money, and before getting into the car, he glanced at the person who was still sitting at the table. Wen Yucan was still looking down at the lemonade in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.In this cold weather, Wen Yucan wore a thin padded jacket, and looked like a frail boy.

It can be seen that his life is a bit difficult. There is nothing on his body that can be hung with a sign, a pair of shoes does not even have a logo, and the soles of the shoes are badly worn. Wen Ling really didn't notice this when he was in the second election.

It's a pity for a good child, he sighed in his heart.

Fang Chuli was also watching, but didn't say anything in the end.

It was originally said to go back to the villa to pick up flowers at two o'clock, but the delay went straight to three o'clock.

Fang Chuli called him in the yard: "Hurry up, they're all up now."

Wen Ling stood still at the top of the first staircase, looked up at Fang Chuli: "So anxious?"

Fang Chuli's lips moved: "...flowers, put them in the closet, they will be stuffy."

"I'll buy it when I'm bored," Wen Ling couldn't help laughing, "There are a lot of flowers, and I'll buy you a few more bouquets later."

The young master refused.

In fact, Wen Ling was a little puzzled, and found that Fang Chuli was almost obstinate about the things he gave him starting from the safety talisman.

why?Hatsukasa didn't seem to be like this before.

He always felt that there was something missing in the way he got along with this young master.

Fang Chuli, who got the flowers, was in a better mood. Hearing the sound of the door opening next door, he hurried to leave, and grabbed Wen Ling's hand: "My mother is awake, let's go back to the apartment."

Wen Ling sent a message to his mother, saying that he was with the young master and would not return tonight.The conclusion is not surprising: don't quarrel with Xiaoli!

"Hey, I was at that time," Wen Ling looked at Lu and said, and glanced at Young Master Fang who was looking at the flowers, "I thought you were going to say that there was no conflict between us and that we were already together."

After all, this young master can't wait to spread the word along with his partners and friends.

Fang Chuli hugged the flowers, his face was flushed red, and he shook his head very seriously: "Now, my mother will only think that I have made indescribable unspoken rules for you, and I still have the mentality of retaliation. torture you."

"Aunt Wen may also have random thoughts and can't bear it. Have you told Aunt Wen about your sexual orientation?"

Wen Ling shook his head: "No, how can there be such a chance."

It turned out that the young master didn't reveal it, but Wen Ling carefully hid it. Fang Chuli had no chance when he went abroad. He applied for a university in another province and didn't go home very often. He also had a reason not to go to Fang's house when he returned home. Saying wrong things and asking wrong things in front of Mother Fang.

Fang Chuli pulled the flower stem: "I don't have either. I would have said it when I knew it was a trouble before."

"Master," Wen Ling rubbed his head helplessly, "let your parents go and let them reduce the risk of cardiovascular disease, okay?"

Fang Chuli: "..."

The young master bared his teeth fiercely at Wen Ling.

Turning a corner, Wen Ling raised his eyebrows: "Aunt Fang, she doesn't think so, does she? You are her son after all, can you be so vicious? Have you ever had a criminal record?"

"I haven't!" Fang Chuli froze, sat up straight, and raised his voice, rustling the decorative paper.

"Just kidding," Wen Ling smiled and squeezed his wrist, "why are you so excited?"

"You can think I have a bad temper! But you can't question my character!" Fang Chuli pouted, feeling unhappy.

Well, well, Wen Ling smiled.

Waiting for the green light, Fang Chuli grabbed a smothered petal and murmured: "It's not that I'm lying, my mother really thinks so, look at my mother's reaction when you said I was joking with you. "

Wen Ling thought about it, but it was true. After all, Fang's mother had never seen dishonorable things in the business field. Wen Ling had seen it several times. Fang Chuli's previous actions were hovering on the edge of danger. He understood .

The young master hesitated for a while, and then said: "My mother likes to read, doesn't she? I saw one by chance before."

Wen Ling gave a "hmm" to show that he was listening.

"A long time ago, I remember that she looked very normal." Fang Chuli seemed to recall a terrible thing, "It's the kind of domineering president. She usually wears it at the reception because she looks at it from the book. , There are also pictures drawn by some people, and they are matched."

"That's pretty good, what's wrong with your expression?" Wen Ling liked Mama Fang's taste in dressing.

Fang Chuli's expression was a little ugly.

"There was a summer vacation? No, I can't remember if it was a summer vacation. Anyway, I didn't go to class. My mother called back and said that she had lost an earring, and half of it didn't look good. She asked me to find a pair for her. In the dressing table."

"As soon as I went in, I saw two more bookcases in their bedroom."

Wen Ling frowned. There was a large study downstairs, where Fang Dong occasionally worked. There were books and various materials in it, but the bookshelves were never full.

When he was young, in order to increase the amount of reading, there were still famous books that the school required to read in the bookshelves, many of which were out of print. He remembered that Fang Chuli said that they were books read by his mother.

Why are there two bookshelves in the bedroom?What books should be placed in the bedroom instead of the study?

Fang Chuli's memory gradually deepened, and his face was distorted: "The books in those two bookshelves are amazing."

Wen Ling really couldn't help laughing: "What's so powerful?"

"Forced love, uniform control, color trading..." Fang Chuli took a breath, "Threats of money and power..."

The green light turned on, but the big G didn't start. The astonishment in Wen Ling's eyes was the same as that in Fang Chuli's.

"I wipe... Is it the type I imagined?" He stretched out his finger and pointed back and forth between himself and Fang Chuli.

Fang Chuli also pointed back and forth between himself and him, nodded: "Yes." Then shook his head: "There are others."

The horn sounded from behind, and the second half of Wenling's drive was full of panic.

To say I wasn't shocked would be a lie.

Fang Chuli also leaned against the back of the chair, as if the secret he had kept for many years was finally revealed: "There are more... so what, I checked the book number, it was not published in China..."

Wen Ling: "!!!"

In order to change his mind and let his body and mind be filled with something called "romantic", Wenling bought several bunches of flowers and put them in the back seat, and the car was filled with the fragrance of roses.

When we arrived at the garage, Wen Ling wanted to get out of the car, but saw that the young master was still holding a rose in his arms, and knocked on the window of the co-pilot: "Master, are you so touched that you can't move your legs, isn't Assistant Wen romantic? "

Fang Chuli's eyes were complicated, he opened the car door, hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong? Don't like it?" Wen Ling thought in his heart, it shouldn't be, the young master likes the things he gave.

Fang Chuli didn't come out, he hesitated: "I've read some of my mother's books before..."

Wen Ling was startled: "Huh?"

The redness on the young master's face seemed to be on fire, and the sound of the wrapping paper in his arms was even more numb. When he raised his eyes, his black eyes were like the deep sea at night, and only Wenling was the guiding lighthouse.

"Just... just what the book said."

"Do it here, I feel... yes," Fang Chuli's throat slid, and it was a bit difficult to speak, "That would be... more exciting."

I have to admit that starting a prairie fire really only needs a spark.

Burning mountains is really no joke.

Wen Ling got into the co-pilot, and it was crowded for two grown men, even if the seats were adjusted to the furthest position, they could squeeze each other tightly.

This is a more intense mouth than in the past. Wen Ling even showed a slightly fierce side of himself in a rare glimpse. His lips and tongue are full of swords, spears, swords and halberds. He wants to split Fang Chuli completely, and then integrate himself into this young man. in the body.

Fang Chuli may be in pain, his face and mouth are redder and brighter than the flowers in the back seat.

Putting the chair back, Wen Ling squeezed Fang Chuli's chin: "Does it hurt?"

"You bit me, why doesn't it hurt?" Young Master Fang breathed heavily and spoke fiercely, but his whole body was hurt by his kiss.

Wen Ling pulled him up, let him sit down, and once again said deeply: "Then you bite me."

Fang Chuli's shirt still didn't escape the final mess, and it was crumpled together with the sweater.

The roof of the car was too low, so Young Master Fang could only look at Wenling with his head tilted. It was a bit awkward, so he touched Wenling's praise with his knee: "Go to the back."

"and many more."

Wen Ling thought it was good, holding onto his waist and keeping his mind under his belt.

Young Master Fang was in a difficult situation. The warm feeling made his cerebral cortex burst into joy, and he could feel the hand on the moon soil plotting something wrong. When he bent down, he was directly grasped the key point.

It hurt a little, but I wanted to hide but stretched my whole body, I couldn't hold back Ding Ye for a moment.

Wen Ling's breathing became heavier, and the strength in his hands increased even more.

Fang Chuli couldn't help but put his forehead against the roof of the car, and put his hand on Wen Ling's moving head. His five fingers were tense, his fingertips were white, and he was still shaking, so he couldn't hold back his voice.

"Master! I'm going bald!" Wen Ling let him go, and grabbed Fang Chuli's wrist.

There seemed to be tears in Fang Chuli's eyes, and he drooped his eyes due to grievance, as if he had stretched himself to the limit, he choked up while climbing Wenling's shoulder.

Wen Ling quickly hugged him, the young master had never cried in such a scene before, he touched his back to comfort him, coaxing: "What's wrong? I made you uncomfortable? Let's go upstairs first?"

Fang Chuli's sobs were choked up in his neck, and he couldn't help but kicked back: "You didn't want me to go upstairs, you still move!"

The little lion is very restless now, Wen Ling kissed him on the neck, and apologized: "Sorry, I'm used to driving, and I always want to shift gears."

Fang Chuli: "..."

Finally got his wish, Wen Ling pushed the person back, each cluster of roses trembled, Duo Duo tried to show her small head to spy behind the wrapping paper.

Wen Ling knelt down and asked Fang Chuli to step on his shoulder with one foot first, to complete the unfinished business.

Fang Xiaoshi's restlessness was even worse: "You can't come in?"

Wen Ling was much worse than he imagined, he raised his head and smiled wickedly: "Master, don't you want to be exciting? Assistant Wen also wants to, let's try to let you solve it first, and then..."

Wen Ling moved his mouth and said three words silently. Fang Chuli tried hard to distinguish, and his eyes widened when he knew what he was talking about.

A head was almost ripe in the flowers, and he covered his mouth in the warmth and heat, but he still couldn't suppress his voice.

As soon as he took a few breaths, Fang Chuli's cell phone rang. The two of them ignored it at first, but then it kept ringing, as if if they didn't answer it, it would keep ringing forever.

"Who is it!" Fang Chuli yelled while holding the phone.

The people over there were dumbfounded by the yelling, and finally could only apologize: "President Fang, I'm sorry, we don't want to bother you."

Roaring indeed covered up the current status quo, so as not to let the young master's personality collapse in front of the employees.

"Speak the truth."

Wen Ling couldn't help laughing, waiting for him to finish answering the phone.

It's quiet here, the voice on the phone can be heard clearly, and the people over there are afraid of offending Fang Chuli, and even trembled: "It's Boss Chi, he he he he he said he has something to do with you, and neither you nor Assistant Wen are here... "

Fang Chuli immediately hung up the phone, Wen Ling was a little surprised, just for a while, Chi Lan figured out how to deal with Fang Chuli?

Young Master Fang threw the phone into the front seat. Fortunately, there was also a cushion in front, but the phone only made a muffled beep.

Wen Ling heard the young master say again: "Fuck President Chi."

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