After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

Wen Ling decided to leave quietly and a little earlier for an hour to change clothes, so as to appear formal and not let people know that he is an assistant.

But after thinking about it, I can't lower my aura, I have to make people speechless at a glance.

He changed a few pieces, but they all felt almost meaningless. His private clothes were too casual and looked very soft, always almost meaningless.

Finally, I chose a thin assault suit that Fang Chuli bought. He didn’t wear it before, and he always felt that he looked a little rebellious. Hair scratched.

His facial features are not sharp, but he has talked with Fang Chuli all the year round, and there is something very tough in his eyes, which is sharp.

Wen Ling looked at his expression in the mirror, practiced a bit, and felt that he had to be tougher when the time came.

There are quite a few people in this Starbucks, and when Wenling arrived, it was the rush hour for get off work, so he sent a message while seeing someone who might be Mr. Jin:

- Where are you, Mr. Kim?

Mr. Kim:

-Innermost, black clothes.

When he walked in, he realized that the store was really big, with open-air tables outside and a lot of places inside, and the atmosphere seemed...different from the Starbucks downstairs in Chengtai...

The innermost seat is separated by a piece of green plants, like a private seat separated by a screen, which increases a lot of privacy. He saw a small piece of black sleeve and a piece of Blancpain on his white wrist, and he couldn't move his legs immediately.

The sleeves looked familiar, Wen Ling bowed his head, clearly similar to his own sleeves; and that Blancpain was the same style as Fang Chuli's!And that wrist... the more it looks, the more it looks like the one I used to press and grasp at a certain time.

Looking around at the innermost tables, there are two tables of couples, two in blue and two in white, and the other table is a young man in a coffee-colored white sweater. His hands are typing non-stop, as if he is waiting for someone.

The one in black... that's the only one.

A guess that he was most reluctant to admit flashed through his mind - this was probably Fang Chuli!But his body drove him to look at the person over there. After all, he was unwilling to admit such an outrageous thing until the last moment.

There was impatience on Fang Chuli's face, and his backcombed hair showed a fierce look. He put his hands on the table and knocked on the table, silently speaking, like a lion staring at its prey.

Wen Ling was glad that he didn't come from there.

Perhaps Fang Nianxi also helped him trim his face. The original deep eyes were embedded in more three-dimensional facial features, which made people dare not make extravagant demands.

The person he had been dealing with for so long turned out to be the recipient of the ring.

If you want to listen to Wei Xixi and check it out, you won't be in such a situation.

Wenling has mixed tastes in his heart, but it feels subtly sweet.

Fang Chuli seemed to have completely lost his patience. He grabbed his phone and typed, and the phone on Wenling's side immediately vibrated.

- Should we talk about it?Can't find anyone in such a big place?Still want the ring.

Wen Ling looked at the young master and smiled, then dialed his number.

Watching Fang Chuli take out his mobile phone from the other pocket, his eyes were full of surprise, and he couldn't help it. He rushed to say, "Mr. Jin, just give it to me, okay?" It's really important to me, but I like this ring, so don't get mad at me."

"You said... what..." Fang Chuli raised his head abruptly.

Wen Ling pressed the root of the mountain, raised his eyebrows and looked at the young master: "Mr. Jin, I think you understand this kind of liking very well, don't you?"

With a "bang", Young Master Fang's hands trembled, and the phone fell directly on the table. With a conditioned reflex, the coffee was overturned.

Wen Ling ran to him in three steps at a time, and took the paper: "Are you okay?"

Fang Chuli was still in a daze: "...Why are you here? Are you the one who wants to snatch my ring?"

"Otherwise?" Wen Ling apologized to the startled waiter, and ordered two more iced Americano.

Fang Chuli: "Aren't you bothered by planning these few days?"

"No," Wen Ling heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that his hands were fine, but the screen of the phone was scrapped, "I'm bothered by your stubbornness, it doesn't make any sense."

"Then if you don't tell me, even if it's not me, my negotiation ability is better than yours."

"Isn't this a surprise for you?"

Fang Chuli: "..."

The young master buried his head, and raised his head, his eyes brightened: "Me too."

If it wasn't outside, Wen Lingde immediately kissed him until he was speechless, and squeezed his fingers with a smile: "It's quite a secret."

"You're not bad either," Fang Chuli watched him sit down, "Mr. Liu."

Wen Ling was taken aback, and covered his mouth with his hands on the table. He really felt that the scene was too mysterious. You were dreaming so unreal. You watched the waiter wipe the table clean before he let out a "reliance".

I didn't expect the surprise to turn into such an oolong, which made Wen Ling's belly draft that he had been playing for a long time completely useless, and he always felt his teeth itching when he returned home.

When hooking the soft flesh on Fang Chuli's body, he bit it with extra force, leaving a thin layer of red tooth marks.

Fang Chuli "hissed" and pinched Wen Ling's chin: "Are you taking revenge on me now? You slapped so hard!"

He was flushed from his chin to his neck, and so was Yue Xiong's mouth, his two spots were pitifully about to tremble with his breathing.

Young Master Fang suddenly started to find fault: "No, I don't usually see you dressed so solemnly. Are you negotiating with 'Mr. Jin', or are you planning to use □□? Is it the end of the road?"

Wen Ling's eyes were full of longing, and his hands traced along his spine, as if he wanted to rub the person in his arms into his flesh and blood, breathing a little heavily: "Is there any difference now?"

"Yes," Fang Chuli felt the finger, knelt and trembled, and frowned, "You, at first, didn't know, it was me, ah."

Wen Ling didn't deny it, closed his eyes to taste the taste of the young master, looking for his point.

"Don't you want the young master to go with me? Use clothes instead." The heater in the room was a little hot, and Wen Ling twisted his wrists regularly, exerting more force.

Fang Chuli opened his mouth, intending to criticize him, but he couldn't control his mouth.The body trembled more and more, his back arched, his eyes moved so emotionally that Wen Ling couldn't bear it, he got up and twitched his fingers, pressed them down, and blew close to his ear: "The foreplay is over, master."

Fang Chuli's pupils shrank for a moment, and he couldn't help but let out a hoarse trill.

Early the next morning, Young Master Fang was in a bad mood, as if someone was brushing his teeth louder than him.

Wen Ling went into the bathroom with her upper body bare, and reminded: "I accidentally brushed out a mouth ulcer."

Fang Chuli rolled his eyes silently, and when he twisted his neck, he pulled the tooth marks on his neck, and rolled his eyes again in pain.

Last night Wen Ling coaxed and forced the young master to agree to pick up the ring.

Fang Chuli understood Wen Ling's thoughts, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "You bullied me on the bed, so you can't let me propose?"

Wen Ling put the fried eggs on the table, and at this moment he was very principled: "I have to do this."

Young Master Fang's eyes were heavy, as if he was about to show his teeth and go forward to bite someone.

In fact, Wen Ling could feel Fang Chuli's small actions, such as "Aren't you going to have a meeting with the team today?" It's been less than a week since the start." The young master was trying to act alone.

"HQ and the North need you."

Wen Ling smiled every time: "I'll go there after I get the ring, so the young master won't need me?"

Every time Fang Chuli shook his head: "I am sympathetic to you, and I am afraid that you will be tired."

"I think you are afraid that I will take the ring."

"Don't talk nonsense," Fang Chuli nodded his head, "This can sue you for defamation."

What can Assistant Wen do?I can only quietly watch his little thoughts that can be broken with a poke.

Bite and not let go is the way Fang Chuli taught him.

In the past two days, Fang Chuli insisted on asking Gu Zhenyu and the others, and even contacted his high school classmates.

Gu Zhenyu also created a group, which already has more than [-] members, including Wei Xixi and Shu Wang!Gu Zhenyu was the most active, he piled up half of the chat records with Huang Qiang, Wen Ling rubbed his eyebrows: "Baby, it won't happen."

"Why not, it's true." Fang Chuli thought it was true!And as soon as I entered the group, I sent out several red envelopes.

From then on, Wen Ling knew that he hadn't given up, and the two of them were fighting invisible every day, and they were all in their eyes.

"Are you busy today? If you are busy, go ahead and I'll go downstairs to buy you a cup of coffee."

Today is the day for listing, the store has reconfirmed, and made an appointment to pick it up in the afternoon, and pay the balance. It was also a few days ago, Master Fang was coaxed by Wen Ling to change the bank card number.

After finishing speaking, Young Master Fang went to get his coat.

Wen Ling got up quickly: "I'm not busy, I'll pack up my things and get off work at six o'clock."

Fang Chuli didn't let go: "But my dad asked you to go to a meeting."

"That's after 07:30." Wen Ling glanced at his watch, "There's no rush to go after you get your things."

Fang Chuli: "..."

It's too late to say it's too late, Mr. Fang took his coat and went out, Wen Ling said "Hey": "What are you doing!"

The project manager asked Mr. Fang for something, and when he saw people walking out, Wen Ling was also chasing after him with his coat, so he took a deep breath.

"What's the matter, Assistant Wen? Something happened?" His voice was trembling.

Wen Ling felt that he had been reviewing the work for nearly a month, and carefully calculated whether he had offended the President Fang.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, or you can send me a message."

Wen Ling rushed to the elevator, just as the door closed, and sent a message to Fang Chuli:

- Master, this is your fault.

Fang Chuli is rascal across the screen:

- I don't care, first come, first served, and I made an appointment with my real name!They recognize my face!

Going downstairs, Wen Ling chased after him: "Young master is wrong to play tricks."

Fang Chuli grabbed Wen Ling with his backhand, and put his elbow on his shoulder: "Assistant Wen, your official speech skills, temporarily compromise to reserve space, you are still young."

"You look so old, little brat," Wen Ling broke away from him and was able to grab his neck, but it was useless, almost hugging, "I give you two options, one, go to Gu Zhenyu and the others, and wait obediently." I'll give you a grand proposal; two, come with me and watch me take the ring at the door."

Fang Chuli was stubborn, took a few breaths and was about to reply when he heard a familiar voice.

"President Fang? Assistant Wen? What are you two doing?"

Wenling followed the sound and looked around.

The lady next door!

Seeing that the young lady was holding milk tea in her hand, her eyes were wide open, Wen Ling felt Fang Chuli stiffen, and looked around, they hadn't walked out of the company a few steps.

He let go: "I thought I had already turned the corner..."

Fang Chuli also straightened his clothes, looked at the young lady with a frown, and said, "Going to work?"

The young lady hurriedly hid the milk tea and cake behind her: "No, no, no, I just rest for a few minutes and walk around. I've been working hard!"

Wen Ling was helpless, but also helpless, his eyes were full of "Are you still running?".

But this young lady insisted on pushing herself into the pit of fire: "Assistant Fang Zongwen, I heard you guys say to get the ring just now? Is that... your ring?"

After finishing speaking, she covered her mouth again: "You two...Assistant Wen, your girlfriend can't be Boss Fang!"

Wen Ling hurriedly looked around, and was relieved to make sure no one heard him.

This girl doesn't know whether she is really afraid of death or not.

Facing Fang Chuli's iron-like gaze, the young lady looked back and forth between the two, and said to herself, "No wonder, no wonder Assistant Wen didn't show the photos, no wonder Fang was not angry at that time, and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up. Thought I guessed wrong."

Wen Ling: "???"

"Both of you were laughing that day!" The young lady was so anxious that the milk tea was about to be spilled, "Mr. Fang laughed so obviously that day!"

Fang Chuli remembered that he didn't smile that day: "???"

"This makes sense, this makes sense!" She said to herself, "Gentle subordinates and irascible bosses, one is a catalyst, the other is a placebo, the best match is the best match! Fighting for our employees' livelihood outside , mutual love and comfort inside!"

"I'm already imagining you two hooking up suits and ties with each other!" The young lady's eyes gradually became dazed, "And the leather shoes, the belt is like a wall blocking the wildfire, someone has to take the initiative to make it fall apart..."

"Okay, okay," Wen Ling couldn't help covering his face, thinking that this girl should form a team with Wu Shangning, "What's going on in your head? Have you rested? You don't want your hard-earned money anymore? "

Fang Chuli also cleared his throat vigorously.

The young lady realized what she had just said, and hurriedly bowed: "Ah, Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm just looking at you two, you're so--suited!"

Sometimes it only takes three words to let the young master not pursue it.

——Too well matched.

Wen Ling pretended to be serious, and said in a low voice, "Go and work hard!"

"Okay, okay!" The young lady was about to stutter, she ran two steps away, came back, and stuffed the strawberry cake in Wenling's hands, "I wish you two happiness, and you will be happy and beautiful in the future, and you will never have troubles or conflicts!"

The strawberry cake is red, and the strawberries cut at the top are just like two blooming peach hearts.

Wen Ling turned his head to look at Fang Chuli, and they both smiled tacitly.

"You can consider giving her a little bonus."

"Great, Mr. Fang! Do I get a bonus?"

"If you don't grab the ring, you will have it."

Wen Ling: "Then this bonus, don't worry about it!"

The two came to the shop noisy and noisy, and the person at the counter saw Wen Ling "ah" in surprise: "You two have settled?"

Wen Ling curled his lips and nodded: "I'll just say I can make sense."

"Congratulations then," the salesperson said kindly, and persuaded Fang Chuli, "Sir, you don't have to be too sorry, there are still many styles."

"No need," Fang Chuli glanced at the box, "Anyway, it's just putting it on my finger."

Salesperson: "Ah...?"

"Take the supernatural powers, young master." Wen Ling hurriedly made up the money and led him out.

Gu Zhenyu couldn't wait more than the two of them, and kept yelling, Wen Ling let him go first, and went to the headquarters first to start the meeting.

"I'll wait for you at the company." Fang Chuli kept looking at the bag in Wen Ling's hand.

Wen Ling leaned against the car door and kissed him: "Don't get distracted now, can you? Go and stabilize Gu Zhenyu's mental state, I feel like the phone is going to crash."

Fang Chuli returned a kiss on his lips: "I'm only happy when I'm shocked."

"Why is it so bad now?"

Fang Chuli: "Because I'm not happy, someone snatches the ring, and it's obvious that I'm going to grab it hard."

The sun began to set in the west, and the setting sun gradually took on a golden-red aura. Wen Ling lowered his eyes, his eyelashes gleamed with light, and the smile on his face deepened: "Obviously it was a soft grab."

Young Master Fang: "..."

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