After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

Everything came so suddenly, when Fang Chuli swung that punch, Chi Lan didn't have time to hide, and hit his right eye.

This time, Chi Lan didn't show weakness, and hit him back with her eyes covered, and soon scuffled together.

Fang Chuli was completely strong, and when he was tired, his center of gravity became unstable, but he still kicked Chi Lan before falling to the ground.

"I should have killed you then!"

It was the first time for Wen Ling to see Young Master Fang like this, to be precise, it was the first time he saw him really do something to someone.

Chi Lan closed one eye, and was still provocative: "Master, have you ever heard of the scourge that lasted for thousands of years? It was broken at the beginning, and I will not give up in the future. You only have Wenling temporarily!"

Wen Ling rubbed his forehead.

He picked the nearest striker first, grabbed Fang Chuli's waist and pulled back, tore Chi Lan apart, and pressed Chi Lan's head with one hand: "This is the company, stop."

Young Master Fang in the crook of his hand didn't stop, struggled, and grinned: "Let me go, I'm going to make him regret it today!"

Wen Ling: "..."

Chi Lan also retorted: "Regret? What I regret the most is going abroad! What are you, Fang Chuli, you really thought I was afraid of you at that time!"

Fang Chuli's eyes turned red: "You don't really like Wenling! You just played with him! You were just playing with him..."

Wen Ling: "???"

"What are you talking about..." Assistant Wen felt the violent vibration in Fang Chuli's chest, and his voice was almost hoarse.

Fang Chuli took advantage of the slack in his waist, and punched Chi Lan again: "I said I won't let you go!"

Wen Ling quickly grabbed the young master, and was almost hit in the face by Chi Lan's punch, which was very strong.

He dodged back and bumped directly into the coat rack behind him. With a "bang", the coat rack hit the side cabinet directly, and the decorative glass window shattered instantly with a loud noise.

The two wrestling stopped.

Wen Ling didn't hit anything, and he didn't expect to cause such a big chain reaction, but his mind turned quickly, his face collapsed in an instant, and his tone was heavy: "Have you two had enough trouble?"

"..."

After "inviting" Chi Lan out of the company, Wen Ling stood beside his bold Maybach: "Mr. Chi, do you have anything to say to me, the 'client'?"

Chi Lan was beaten, but she was not in a bad mood at all. She put on her sunglasses and raised her chin: "You are not the person concerned, Assistant Wen, you just heard what Fang Chuli said, I will use all means, and what I want, I haven't missed it yet." .”

"And I also said, I shouldn't go abroad, and I was in the museum at that time, so I shouldn't let you go soft-hearted."

Another museum.

After finishing speaking, Chi Lan smiled coldly, and the Maybach drove away from Chengtai, Wen Ling's heart became heavy.

What happened during those few days at the museum?Could it be that when did I have an accidental amnesia?Or are both young masters sick?

After returning to the general manager's office, Fang Chuli refused to open the door of the lounge, and it was useless for Wen Ling to knock.

"Xiao Li," Wen Ling's tone softened, "Xiao Li, can you open the door? It's working time, and you still have a lot of things to do."

Fang Chuli in the lounge: "..."

"I don't blame you for fighting, open the door, we get things done and leave work early."

He heard footsteps behind the door.

"What are you doing with Chi Lan? Can he take what he said seriously?"

"obedient……"

The moment Fang Chuli's face appeared, Wen Ling grabbed him directly, sneaked into the lounge before he panicked, and clamped Young Master Fang's body so that he couldn't push him away.

Fang Chuli was pressed on the bed, struggling: "Let me go."

"Impossible." Wen Ling tightened his arms around him, "Tell me, young master, what surprises do you two have that I don't know about?"

"Fart surprise!"

"Okay, it's okay to scare me. You two are going to scare me to death today. What happened to you and Chi Lan in the museum?" Wen Ling collected his thoughts and asked.

Fang Chuli's lips moved, and his eyes turned red: "It's nothing."

"Then let me guess..." Wen Ling stared into his eyes, "Chi Lan said he likes me in front of you?"

There was a layer of water vapor in those red bloodshot eyes. Wen Ling wanted to tease him to take away the unhappiness caused by Chi Lan, but Fang Chuli's eyes were filled with more and more tears. Can't hold it.

"what happened?"

Wen Ling was taken aback by his posture, not daring to lock up the young master anymore, straightened up on his knees, and bent down to wipe his tears again.

Fang Chuli suddenly got up and hugged Wen Ling.

It was a full hug, with tears and wailing.

Wen Ling patted Fang Chuli on the back, trying to relax his tone: "What's wrong? Crying so hard?"

Wen Ling really saw too many wonders of this young master this year.

From that night onwards, it was as if he turned on an indescribable switch in Fang Chuli.

The more you shoot, the louder you cry.

"What's wrong?" Wen Ling pressed Fang Chuli's shoulder, "I'm crying so much, your dad will come to you if you cry again, can crying solve the problem?"

Wen Ling only felt that his neck was wet.

His legs were numb, so he turned over and sat on the bed, waiting for the young master to stop crying when he was tired of crying. In addition to doubts, he also speculated about Chi Lan's words.

"I blamed you before."

I don't know how long it took, Fang Chuli finally got better, choked up, and looked at Wen Ling.

The turbulent tears wetted his thick eyelashes, flakes, and smudged them away.

Wen Ling held Fang Chuli's face in his hands: "What's the matter?"

"I thought you were with Chi Lan. I thought you were blaming me. If you ignored me, I hated you to death, because a person like that hated me. In the end, you didn't come to see me off when I went abroad..."

Wen Ling frowned.

Fang Chuli was in a bad mood again: "After that, you, you, hate me, I know."

"I never hated you," Wen Ling sighed, "I never, never hated you."

Fang Chuli sniffed, a little aggrieved: "Now I know."

"So what else makes you so sad?" Wen Ling wiped away his tears and kissed his eyelids, "I remember when you were a child, your dad beat you with a belt and didn't even shout, because you cried because of Chi Lan. so?"

Speaking of Chi Lan, Fang Chuli's eyes turned red again.

"Wen Ling." Fang Chuli called him.

"Ok?"

Fang Chuli sniffed, brushed his hand over the tip of his nose, and asked a little tremblingly, "Do you know what I like about you all this time?"

Wen Ling tapped his fingertips lightly, and felt that Young Master Fang was more attractive now than on the bed, so he couldn't help chuckling: "What do you like about me?"

"That is, no matter how much you have been wronged, you will never show it, nor will you get angry at others," Fang Chuli lowered his eyes and said seriously, "I can't do it, I won't Take it out and you'll die."

"What are you talking about?" Wen Ling wanted to hit him, but his hand stopped, "Wait, why am I being wronged?"

"The ones I wanted as a kid."

"I don't have to."

"You are obviously older than me, but my parents insist that you and I are in the same grade and class as me." Fang Chuli's voice dropped a degree.

Wen Ling sighed: "I am also happy. Your parents and my mother have asked my opinion. If I disagree, they will not force me to be in the same grade as you."

"Then," Fang Chuli's eyes flickered, "every time you eat what I don't like to eat, and the leftover vegetables, I'm always bullying you!"

Fang Chuli didn't know what was wrong at this time, as if he had owed Wen Ling since childhood, with his mouth curled, Wen Ling gently pinched his chin, telling him to stop confessing his "crime".

"No," Wen Ling looked at him, "Young master, I also have a temper, I am like this with the person I like, I wish I could give you the best things."

"But I don't at all." Fang Chuli's face became even uglier, and tears flowed into Wenling's tiger's mouth, "I have been blaming you all the time. That time in Yilan, Chi Lan harassed you, but I misunderstood you. Before, before the museum, You too, I didn't protect you well...I, you like the wrong person, I don't deserve to be liked by you at all!"

Wen Ling was confused when he heard it, and quickly stopped: "Can't you just say it directly? Why didn't I know that I was not protected by you?"

"I'm still interested." Wen Ling pressed his waist, not giving Fang Chuli a chance to escape at any time, so he pinched his chin and turned his face, "Either say it obediently now, or I will tell you another way come out?"

As he said that, he looked up and down at the young master, and the young master's eyes immediately became dodgy.

"..."

In the afternoon, there was indeed something else to do. I was talking to Wu Shangning about the posters in the future, but when Chi Lan disturbed her, Fang Chuli was out of shape, and Wen Ling could only call to discuss the date.

In the past, it was time to discuss the date again. Wu Shangning would not say anything, but now, Wu Shangning is very concerned about the relationship between the two of them, and asked: "Is there a fight? Is it serious?"

Wen Ling looked at Fang Chuli, and scratched his hair: "No, Fang Chuli is a little uncomfortable."

Fang Chuli: "..."

Wen Ling raised his eyebrows, with a look of "You are really not very comfortable".

Wu Shangning was silent for a while, and it took him a long time to say "Ah—": "It's also just after lunch break—so you are—the two of you are at work. Be more restrained, and it's not like you don't stay off work."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, and Wen Ling could only smile helplessly.

Fang Chuli's neck was all red.

"Let's go, young master," Wen Ling patted him, "I've been thinking about arriving late and leaving early every day, and today I finally have the opportunity to leave early and aboveboard."

Fang Chuli insisted on letting him follow him back to the apartment, but he looked like he was about to jump out of the car and flee at any time along the way. If Wen Ling hadn't locked the car door, the young master would really have to run out.

And several times he hesitated to speak, but was stopped by Wen Ling, and he was almost manic on the sidelines.

"Shall I stop by the pharmacy now and get some tranquilizers?"

Fang Chuli became more and more distracted: "Huh?"

Wen Ling shook his head and smiled, and continued driving.

When he arrived at the apartment, Wen Ling didn't rush him, and didn't follow him when he entered the house. Instead, he ordered food to be delivered.

When Fang Chuli came out after a while, Wen Ling boiled the water.

"Do you want to drink some water before talking..."

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Fang Chuli holding a box in embarrassment. It had no cover and was made of the same material as the bedroom wardrobe. He knew it was the drawer with a lock.

It turned out that what was contained in it was about myself.

He was a little bit mixed for a while, thinking that the young master had kept the secrets in his heart locked up like this for several years, and thinking that these things were not sweet at all to him, so he was happy and bitter at the same time.

"This is……"

There are some photos inside, some of my own profile, and some without a face.

Arms, neck, thighs and back...

On the side of his face, his ears were red, and his cheeks were flushed.

And the photos of those parts also have more or less bruises and scratches.

Because the angle is very small, Zhang Zhang is thought-provoking and very ambiguous, and Wen Ling can know that it is him, because there are two small moles side by side on the upper right side of his belly button, and there is a birthmark the size of a thumbnail on the right side.

At the same time, it can be seen that these are all candid shots.

"This..." Wen Ling frowned, "Who took this picture?"

Fang Chuli saw that his complexion was not good, and his face turned pale: "Chi Lan..."

He pinched the photo and looked at it for a long time, and the memory seemed to come back. Then he put the photo back in the drawer, and couldn't help but sneer: "I didn't expect that I had 'pornographic photos' at such a young age."

The author has something to say:

Thank you for the 1 bottle of nutrient solution that follows the flow!Comparing!

Assistant Wen: The anger is gathering strength.