After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

The busy days passed quickly, especially when the appointment calls came one by one, and the new company came to talk about the old affairs. The two of them went out for inspection almost every day when they arrived at the company.

Wen Ling felt that the entertainment company really wanted to find Chengtai, and the people Chi Ming recruited somehow led them to the packaging company.

The matter is not simple, but there are indeed several more people who are talking about cooperation, and the dinners are one after another, and he doesn't understand why the scene has changed like this.

Fang Chuli didn't think there was anything wrong, as if he also intended to take this kind of business, but he was as tricky as ever.

He really didn't want to get up that day, but Fang Chuli miraculously wanted to get up for breakfast.

The two of them still found an aunt who usually came to cook and clean up before leaving, but Fang Chuli insisted on tidying up the bedroom by herself.

Of course, the young master said to clean up by himself, but it would still fall on Wen Ling's head in the end, and every time Wen Ling coaxed and clamored to clean up together.

"It's time to get up."

Fang Chuli's voice was not high, but still hoarse, and he was sleepy, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead against Wen Ling's shoulder.

Wen Ling turned over, hugged him directly and took a deep breath, without any tendency to get up, rubbed his neck: "Good boy, I'll sleep again."

Something was wrong with Fang Chuli, he was silent for a while and propped himself up on the mattress: "But I'm going to eat today..."

Have a meal?

Wen Ling didn't open his eyes, and frowned: "I just drank it yesterday, let's take a rest, I pushed down all the small companies that are not important, and the Central Entertainment Company, I also ranked at the end of the month..."

He opened his eyes, as if they were foggy, and looked at the wall lamp blankly, "I suspect that these people are going to get me drunk and directly stamp my hand on the contract. Fortunately, I can really drink."

"Otherwise you, Mr. Fang, will be forced to press your fingerprints."

"It's the meal that mom said." Fang Chuli wiped his face, and he also nestled next to Wen Ling as if escaping from reality, "I didn't drink less. You said that the company is good with Lin Chiyuan. Do you all drink like this?"

Fang Chuli knew the secret practices of these companies, and he knew how to use his words and attitudes. According to Chi Ming and Lin Chiyuan, he didn't need to take any big business, and invested with money first.

It's about a summer movie, let's try the water first, and it won't hurt anyway.

This involves changes in some fields. Fang Chuli is still hesitating, but lobbyists keep coming. After all, the circles have already touched each other, and it is really not right to have no contact.

Wen Ling chose a real salted fish office, and he went to drink, so he didn't bother to give opinions on this decision.

He smiled, wrapped his arms around Fang Chuli's waist, and wanted to close his eyes for a while, when Master Fang's cell phone rang.

It was Fang's mother calling, and her side was still a little lively.

"Are you up yet?" An unfamiliar voice raised his head and looked up, and there were a few more noises from the phone, and Mother Fang muttered, "I should have called you back last night, as soon as I heard your voice I didn't wake up."

Fang Chuli: "..."

The black thread on the young master's head who hadn't made a sound could knit a sweater. Wen Ling could hear it clearly and couldn't help laughing.

"Let me tell you, don't rely on Wenling, get up quickly! I'll pick you up in 10 minutes!"

Young Master Fang: "..."

Wen Ling came to his senses, and carelessly pushed the young master with his knee, and saw that he held back his temper and hung up the phone before saying: "Why don't I go tell you that such a misunderstanding is not good for you, and leave them an inconsiderate impression."

"Why is it bad?" Fang Chuli grabbed his hair and got up, grinning, "You personally think it's not good?"

Wen Ling looked at this kid, his expression darkened, and a wicked smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

Wait, he thought, red lips and white teeth are full of danger.

The two had just finished eating when someone rang the doorbell. Fang Chuli looked at the screen at the door, not intending to open the door: "I don't know each other, and I don't know what they are carrying, big and small bags."

"Fang Chuli, open the door!" Fang's mother's face appeared on the screen, she was so eager to show her perfect appearance, "I know you're up, let's see what time it is, Qinqin Waiting in the hotel, open the door quickly, I brought someone to scratch your hair for you two!"

Two people in the room: "..."

She was wearing a festive but reserved long cheongsam. The weather was not hot yet. A snow-white fur cloak hung over her like a cloud. Emerald that is not ostentatious but shows great temperament.

This is also a bit grand, right?Wen Ling was stunned, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

As soon as she entered the house, Fang's mother looked at the situation first, and saw Wen Ling standing at the door to welcome her, and then said to the person behind her: "Come in, hurry up."

"Xiao Li said that you ordered the clothes yourself, so I didn't take any more," the people behind her were carrying all kinds of tools, and Wen Ling didn't know what they had. The big and small bags were placed on the table in a pile, and there was a feeling of suddenness. Fang's mother pushed Fang Chuli, "Don't be dazed, hurry up."

Fang Chuli's boss was not happy, and his mother's eyes were holding down the look of wanting to explode, so he could only frown at the table.

Wen Ling watched his hair being pulled up, exposing his smooth forehead, but he didn't dare to get angry, but he was very resistant to these things, and thought it was quite interesting.

"What else?!" Fang Chuli saw the person in front of him take out a round object from his bag, and retreated, "Didn't you grab your hair?"

"Cover up your blemishes!" Fang's mother was unwilling to explain, so she pressed his shoulder, "Look at the dark circles under your eyes, I told you not to stay up all night, but you didn't listen! Did you drink alcohol last night? "

Fang Chuli: "..."

She is indeed a lady who has already begun to seek various methods of health preservation.

"Wen Ling is the same," Fang's mother sighed, "Chi Yuan and the others are choking on you two just because they are young. Why are you two so serious? Hard to drink?"

"It was me who directly resisted the wine table culture."

That's not a wine table culture, Wen Ling thought in his heart, he and Fang Chuli drank much less than before, and Fang Chuli would still measure up and tell him to stop.

It is estimated that the young master is afraid that he will not have peace at night if he drinks enough, so he will occasionally spread out.

"Did you drink the honey water?" Mother Fang was still very concerned about the two of them after "educating".

Wen Ling was also held down, and she wasn't used to people touching her face, but she nodded anyway, and Mother Fang felt a little relieved.

Both he and Fang Chuli have very good foundations, one is pampered and the other has not been exposed to wind and rain. Usually, the weather is dry and a little moisturizer is enough. It took a long time to get it done, and Wenling felt that the whole person was in a hurry. Not myself anymore.

"It looks like I'm wearing a mask..." Fang Chuli put on his clothes and stood at the door, the highlights in his eyes lost.

Wen Ling also felt it, and suddenly he didn't want to laugh anymore, and couldn't help but raise it up, frowning slightly: "Pain mask?"

Only then did Young Master Fang smile.

"My God!" Fang's mother's surprised voice came, and she took several pictures of them in succession, "I want to send it to Qinqin as soon as possible! Our two sons are so handsome!"

"I'll also send it to Wu Shangning and ask him to draw it!"

Fang Chuli touched his neck behind him, lowered his head and let out a "hissy" breath: "Just get used to it, and it will probably happen to you on big occasions in the future."

Wen Ling raised his eyebrows, calmly: "You did it before? Why didn't I know?"

Only Wen Ling could hear the voice, Fang Chuli's lips moved slightly: "Why do you think I quarreled with Fang Nianxi? And not out of the bedroom?"

"They put on their own makeup during the Chinese New Year, and they even put their ideas on me."

After speaking, he was very uncomfortable, twisted his neck, and his face was full of expressions of "I can't escape this encounter after all".

Wen Ling: "..."

He had a "suffering" expression on his face: "You have been burdened with the reputation of being ignorant for many years, hard work."

"It's not hard work," Fang Chuli smiled maliciously, and raised his chin, "I will be accompanied by Assistant Wen from now on."

For some reason, the appearance of the two Fuwas suddenly appeared in Wen Ling's mind, but it was replaced by his and Fang Chuli's faces. It was really hard to see, but he couldn't hold back, and was sealed by the makeup, leaving only a muffled cough .

Fang Chuli was vigilant, and patted him on the shoulder: "You can't follow suit."

Wen Ling was puzzled, but suddenly realized in an instant, how to escape the doomed disaster?That must have turned into a disaster itself!

It was still early when we arrived at the hotel, and the warm sunshine was spreading on the ground. Some time ago, he was still in chaos here, but now he is banqueting guests in this high-rise building.From Chinese New Year to now, Wenling feels that it has been a long time, and I feel a little emotional for a while.

Fang Chuli also stood at the door and thought for a while, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and stretched out his hand: "Assistant Wen, let's go in?"

Wen Ling straightened his suit and straightened his back unconsciously, feeling that the young master's palms were as warm as the sun above his head.

But as soon as they entered the gate, the two stopped.

At that time, Young Master Fang was talking about Xiaoban... only the relatives of both parties... In fact, the scope is wider than expected...

Wenling is okay here, most of the relatives are not here, and there are not many business districts. For the two of them to be together, Mama Wen probably made a psychological presupposition, as if they were here for dinner.

But Fang Chuli's side is not so great, many uncles are in this circle - and of course it will involve some - relatives and investment partners.

But there were other investment partners in attendance!

Wen Ling felt that he had been cheated!

He squeezed Fang Chuli's hand, but was led forward non-stop. Facing countless pairs of eyes, he couldn't help looking at Fang Chuli's profile.

The person beside him walks lightly, with a calm expression on his face, the previous look of helplessness disappeared, covered by the slightly raised corners of his eyes, in a trance, Wen Ling felt the arrogance in his breath again.

The young master knew about this conspiracy.

When Fang Dong started to speak, Wen Ling figured it out, curled up his fingers to pick Fang Chuli's palm, gritted his teeth and smiled at the person: "You knew this early on?"

Fang Chuli didn't change his face, nodded to the people who came to talk with the wine glass, and whispered: "Give them a chance to say 'the CP I'm drinking is real', or they will really suffocate to death."

Wen Ling: "..."

During the banquet, there were many people who came to toast intermittently. No matter what the reason was, these people were blessings to both of them.

Fang Chuli and Wen Ling returned one by one, but the more they were respected, the more they moved to the corner.

The matter of Fang Nianxi was finally put on the agenda. Wen Ling saw that there were still members of the Chi family, but he could not see Chi Lan.

Fang Nianxi also wore a plain embroidered cheongsam, the pink lined her skin like fat, and the begonia branches on her waist outlined a perfect line, as if a spring was sprouting from the whole house.

But this spring is rainy at this time, frowning and grimacing.

The eldest lady was in a bad mood, and no one dared to hit the gun, except Chi Ming.

A pair of beauties must be in pairs, Chi Ming is not afraid of Fang Nianxi's cold face at all.

"Now the pressure is on Ms. Fang Nianxi." Fang Chuli said sarcastically.

Wen Ling gave a "tsk", and elbowed him: "If I were your own sister, I would have to pinch you too."

"You can live in peace today."

Fang Chuli curled her lips: "I've thought about it for a long time, and the more I think about it, the more I feel that there is something wrong with her. This is a feast for the guests. I say I don't want it, but my face is broken, but I just don't express my opinion."

Wen Ling also frowned, yes...

Very strange.

"The feeling of blood relationship tells me that Fang Nianxi lied about something." Fang Chuli was determined.

Wen Ling "Huh?" for a moment: "Where did you lie?"

"I don't know," Young Master Fang frowned, "Maybe it's just one sentence, or maybe everything she said was false."

"..."

Wen Ling opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly didn't know where to start, but Fang Nianxi broke the deadlock, she seemed to be arguing with Chi Ming.

They were not close to each other, the surroundings were noisy, and there was music playing, Fang Nianxi could only see his expression was ugly, he was obviously talking harshly, and he walked out of the hotel after speaking.

"This...you can't chase this?" Wen Ling said as he got up.

Fang Chuli held him down, "Chi Ming is still panting, why are you so excited?"

Isn't it that Chi Ming can't handle it?Wen Ling looked at the door, and suddenly felt like he was eating Fang Nianxi and Chi Ming's CP...

no!Fang Nianxi didn't agree, it can't be messed up.

He suddenly understood the elders staring at him and Fang Chuli...

Fang Chuli took out his mobile phone to send a message, but didn't point it out, only asked where Fang Nianxi was now.

Fang Nianxi replied almost instantly:

- so boring, go home and sleep!

Young Master Fang just chuckled: "It probably collapsed, and they all said they went home and slept."

It's really hard to control these two people, Wen Ling frowned, and glanced at Chi Ming, seeing that he got up and went to Fang Dong's side, and it seemed that he was about to leave the table.

"Shall we go too?" Fang Chuli looked at the hotel entrance.

Wen Ling also wants to leave, but there are banquets related to him, so it is not good to leave like this?Ask: "Where are you going? Your sister and the others have left, and we have to leave too. There is no protagonist..."

"Do you think anyone is watching us now?" Fang Chuli looked at the phone, calmly, "The ultimate goal is to fall on my parents' tea party. The topic is us and my sister."

Wen Ling raised his eyebrows: Can it still be like this?

Young Master Fang approached him: "I'll take you somewhere, Assistant Wen?"

Fang Chuli was very mysterious, but brought Wen Ling to the middle school where he used to study together.

At this time, the students were all in class. I wondered if Fang Chuli had had a drink and was unwilling to go through the main entrance, so he stood under the fence and raised his head.

"You don't want to flip up, do you?" Wen Ling stared.

Fang Chuli affirmed: "Yes."

Wen Ling hurriedly stopped him: "No, isn't it good to go through the main entrance? I can take you to brush your face."

Fang Chuli also jumped over the wall before, not because he was skipping class, but probably because his bones grew restlessly, and he didn't really go to the front door when he was excited after playing basketball. He just wanted to jump over the wall with Gu Zhenyu.

"No, I can also swipe my face," Young Master Fang seemed determined to retrieve his youthful memories, stubbornly, "I just want to look through it, and it's not very high for me."

Wen Ling: "..."

What's the matter?Are the bones still restless?

"It's not a question of whether you are tall or not," Wen Ling said helplessly, "The clothes are quite expensive."

Fang Chuli frowned, as if he was thinking about how expensive this "expensive" was, and finally thought that those numbers were not as important as turning over the wall: "Who wears the dress for the second time?"

Well, Wen Ling has nothing to say, he can only watch this young master reminisce about his boyhood, and feel pain in his every move.

"I can catch you, if you're afraid." Young Master Fang landed smoothly, and raised his eyebrows quite proudly.

Wen Ling supported the wall and couldn't help laughing.

"Hurry up, I can't fall on you," Fang Chuli blinked, even if the lights were dim, he could still see the light in his eyes, "but you must jump towards me."

Those eyes were still sharp.

It had been many years since he had done this kind of thing, the moment he jumped down, Wen Ling's heart beat fast, he felt warm, and also felt the fragrance on his nose and neck.

Fang Chuli's breath was in his ear, it was knocked apart and then recombined, and his low-pitched laugh was also in his ear, his voice was a little heavy: "You let me hug you."

"Don't be coquettish," Wen Ling stood firm, looked up and down the clothes on his body, and was relieved to make sure that the hooks were not damaged, "When did you not let you hug me?"

"When you turned out from here before."

Wen Ling: "..."

When did this young master see him?

Fang Chuli didn't say any more, and dragged him to the art and sports center. When passing by the outdoor basketball court, he saw someone playing basketball.

The two of them were well dressed and were destined to attract attention. The basketball rolled to the edge of the fence in front of Fang Chuli, making him stop and take a few more glances at the teenager inside.

"You want to play?"

Wen Ling was sure that Fang Chuli was still smelling of alcohol, so he tried to ask, thinking that if he wanted to go in for a fight, he could accompany him, but he had to remind him not to be too violent.

Unexpectedly, Young Master Fang didn't buy it, so he suppressed his expression and gave him a faint look: "Are you still drunk? Why are you playing basketball in a suit?"

Wen Ling: "..."

Honestly, the state of mind is not rosy to be reminded of.

Fang Chuli also urged him to follow quickly.

I haven’t been to the art building for several years——Wenling doesn’t seem to have been here much, because this building is only for art and sports students to attend classes or train, and it’s not close to the main teaching building. Individuals will come specially.

The few times in Wenling are because of the college entrance examination.

The exams in this middle school are so strict that a dozen or so people in one exam room can do their jobs, and all of them are used in the laboratory.

He remembered that Fang Chuli didn't come here often...he walked to the basketball court.

The entire fourth floor is devoted to the musical instrument room. The piano room that impressed Wenling the most is said to be donated by an old senior who has graduated for many years to repay his alma mater, and it is more custom-made than the school's school spirit.

I was lucky enough to see it a few times before, the headmaster treasured it like eye protection beads, and anyone who used it had to record it in detail.

So Wen Ling saw that Fang Chuli was about to move the piano, and his eyes widened: "Don't move, it's a trivial matter to climb over the wall to enter, but it's a big problem to touch the headmaster's heart without saying hello, and you will be arrested if you make a noise!"

"Be careful that he will give you a prison sentence."

Fang Chuli smiled amidst the music: "Don't worry, it's fine."

There are almost no students trained at this point, and the doors upstairs and downstairs are closed, and it is very quiet, only the piano room has sound.

There was a little girl who was playing Mozart, she seemed to be practicing. She was wearing a white skirt, which also looked like a performance costume. Her slightly straight body swayed slightly with the music and the movements of pressing the keys. She was very thin, but she looked like a girl. A slightly unfolded lotus flower, the music flowing between her seems to converge into a warm river.

Fang Chuli quietly "dribbled" in.

The little girl was stunned, then stretched her eyebrows and smiled, and finally nodded during the conversation. When she left, her cheeks were slightly pink, more like a lotus about to bloom.

Qing Piao Piao left a gentle word: "You can leave before eight o'clock."

Both Wen Ling and Fang Chuli nodded with a smile: "Thank you."

"No, no need!" The girl panicked.

"Come here." Fang Chuli sat down and patted the chair beside him.

Wen Ling raised his eyebrows, showing his bright teeth: "What? Young Master Fang is going to show off today?"

Fang Chuli straightened his cuffs and curled his mouth.

Young Master Fang doesn't make a fuss, puts away the spikes on his body, and even when he wants to show some warmth, he always looks obedient, but in the field he is good at, he spreads out his little pride without restraint. Sitting in front of the piano seems to be raising a little tail.

He put his hands on the keys first, took a deep breath, and his slender fingers seemed to make the piano sound with a light touch.

Wenling rarely sees Fang Chuli playing the piano, and his memory stays in the time when the young master was slapped on the palm.

He would choke and quarrel that he would never play again, only to be scolded by Director Fang.

Now he doesn't make noise and doesn't play the piano, but earnestly knocks out every full and affectionate note, the whole world becomes quiet, Wen Ling can see the fine hairs on his cheeks, drooping eyelids in the bright light, and sparkly lashes.

The young master's whole body was also gradually glowing, and Wen Ling couldn't move his eyes.

The beginning of the tune is slow but without losing the rhythm, like someone whispering to himself, telling love and hesitation, at first it is controllable, but as Fang Chuli's ten fingers get faster, he tightens up slightly, the hesitation overcomes the soliloquy, The emotion in "someone" was even more intense.

I can't say it, but I can't hold back my love.

Many emotions of secret love and confession passed through Wen Ling's heart, and were finally resolved by the music, leaving only a gentle second half of the plain and heavy ending.

"Someone" can't express his hesitation and love, and finally keeps the clouds open to see the moonlight.

Wen Ling looked at Fang Chuli's face with fascination, it was still the same face, but it was a little different.

But the song played by the young master...

He actually felt a little familiar.

Fang Chuli watched Wen Ling's eyes widen little by little, slowly sat up straight from a lazy and enjoying posture, and tended to lean over to listen, so he smiled, kept his hands on his hands, and tilted his head, Kissed him on the lips.

"Assistant Wen, come here a little more." Fang Chuli pried open his teeth, stirred his tongue, and the music at this moment was the best catalyst.

"What's the name of this song?" Wen Ling blinked his bright eyes, his heart was moved, half surprised and half excited, several boyhood replies, countless fragments pieced together something he couldn't even imagine.

"Screaming," Fang Chuli continued, the music was obviously soft, but it was like a torrent, and it was like hot water, rolling on the tip of his heart, but Fang Chuli wanted to pour flames into his heart again, and was so kissed Lips dyed red are more gorgeous than roses, and they gently opened, "Tell me to like you."

"It's not for you to confess your love." Wen Ling's palms were sweating, but because of this sentence, he couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth and couldn't hide his smile.

"This song is called "I Love You"."

The last sound curled up. After Fang Chuli played the song, he tilted his head and grinned, "Does it sound good, Assistant Wen?"

"I've heard it before..." Wen Ling trembled when he heard his own voice.

"Isn't that so?" Fang Chuli tilted his head, the corners of his eyes raised, and he was thinking nonchalantly, "Every time you come here, after the exam is over, you can hear it when you leave the exam room?"

Wen Ling's pupils trembled violently several times, his eyes were a little astringent, his blood was throbbing, and his whole body was a little hot: "Is it you? I thought it was the unique music here."

"How is it possible?" Fang Chuli's eyes turned red, "Wen Ling is a fool."

The scorching heat on the apex of my heart was completely boiling, and it was out of control.It turned out that this little young master had already shown his unspeakable love and hesitation, persistently and fearfully, and kept trying to tell himself.

But I didn't hear it.

Wen Ling hugged Young Master Fang, felt a little wetness on his neck, touched his eyelids, and kissed away his salty tears: "Yes, Wen Ling is a bit silly."

"You still gave Chi Lan your draft paper in the piano piece I played."

Wen Ling: "???"

"Don't you have one?" Fang Chuli attached great importance to it, and he didn't know how long this matter had been held back in his heart, "I saw you gave it to him by that window, by the rockery."

Wen Ling's eyes really didn't remember that matter. After thinking for a while, he looked at the glass before returning to his senses: "...Did you say the mid-term exam in the first year of high school? He came suddenly and asked me for a draft paper, I took it It's useless to think about it, I only gave it because I thought he had a good time with you at the time, and I was afraid that if I didn't give it, someone would say I was stingy."

"There are classmates all around."

Only then did Wen Ling offer something, and Chi Lan deliberately came to ask for it when the classmates hadn't dispersed, and knew that Wen Ling would not refuse under such circumstances.

He must also know that the young master is playing the piano on it.

Tsk, at such a young age, he was involved in a love-hate relationship without knowing it.

"You've been twisting and turning too much," Wen Ling sighed, holding his waist tightly, "it's not like me, I give way to the young master except for looking at him eagerly."

Fang Chuli pouted.

Wen Ling patted his lower back: "Master, forget about the unhappy things, let's kiss again?"

Fang Chuli expressed his emotions as long as he hugged Wenling's neck and nodded: "Okay."

The two had already had a heated argument, their noses were hot, and Wen Ling's face was steamed from the ironing. Just as he was about to close his eyes, he heard the sound of high heels.

Step by step, he approached this way, but soon changed again, vaguely, as if his bare feet were jumping lightly on the floor.

The moisture disappeared in an instant, he felt Fang Chuli's stiffened muscles, and saw the young master's suddenly panicked face.

The surroundings became quieter, and the lights in the next classroom suddenly went out. I don't know if it was an illusion. The two of them felt that the weather outside suddenly became gloomy. Only the piano room was left on the whole floor, as if the darkness was approaching here. .

"Wen Ling," Fang Chuli couldn't help lowering his voice when his arms were tightly grabbed, "Gu Zhenyu said that a female classmate died here before..."

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In the first half of this month, my class is a bit intensive, because I don’t have a holiday during the Chinese New Year, and I have time to go back to my hometown to see my grandparents in the middle of the month, so I try to type as much as possible, and I will post it when I finish writing. Thank you for your tolerance all the time. ~

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