After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

The inspection time is scheduled for the early morning of the day after tomorrow. This will be the first time that Wenling has brought a team out alone to discuss cooperation.

Fang Chuli didn't say anything, and sent him a private room number, urging him to hurry up.

As soon as he arrived at the place, before he turned the corner, he saw Fang Chuli coming towards him, and as soon as he got close, he pressed him to the corner and kissed him.

With eagerness and a touch of booze.

Wen Ling thought that this person had been dazzled so early, so he pressed his shoulder and took a breath: "What's wrong? Who did it? Don't get drunk now, you still have business... Hey, don't pull your clothes , wrinkled!"

Fang Chuli smiled evilly, and Wen Ling knew what kind of hysteria the young master was going through. The box containing the ring was held up in front of his eyes, and the young master's eyes were surprisingly bright: "Smart Assistant Wen, it's time to be confused."

Wen Ling's pupils tightened, and he almost pushed Master Fang out.

Young Master Fang's scheme succeeded, the corners of his mouth were about to crack to the ears, fearing that he would react and quickly dragged him into the private room.

The lights were not turned on inside, and there was a huge heart-shaped firework on the ground. The flowers began to bloom as soon as the door opened, and the music played slowly. Fang Chuli pinched Wen Ling's wrist, and immediately knelt down on one knee.

"Wenling," in the light of the floating golden fireworks, Young Master Fang's eyes were hot and trembling violently, "I have been delayed for too long. I have been delaying since I was a child. No wonder Fang Nianxi wants to say that I am cowardly."

The light in Wen Ling's eyes flickered softly, watching Fang Chuli speak quietly.

"I'm not cowardly." Fang Chuli was indeed a little tipsy. It was the first time Wen Ling had said the proposal in such a way, and his voice was trembling, "You don't give me a chance, you are too..."

The young master took a deep breath: "Wen Ling, I love you, I really like the kind of love, I want to be with you for the rest of my life."

Wen Ling frowned: "Me too."

"We'll be fine in the future," Fang Chuli opened the box, "Never have any misunderstandings, never separate again, and..."

Wen Ling's smile deepened, looking at his frozen expression: "What do you want?"

"Wenling... this ring..."

Wen Ling's laughter grew louder, he pulled him up from the ground, grabbed the ring in the box and knelt down: "You're just a bit stupid, if you want to grab the ring, grab both, or just grab it and open it to have a look." Ah, what's the rush?"

Wen Ling played tricks and deliberately changed the ring into clothes, but he didn't expect that the young master didn't look at it either.

Fang Chuli: "..."

Wen Ling looked at the ring on his ring finger, couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed it lightly, and took out another ring box from his pocket: "My dear, help me put this on."

Fang · Dear · Hatsukasa is not well.

When the ring was put on, Wen Ling wondered why no one made a sound, nor did any lights turn on.

He looked left and right, and saw several pairs of eyes curled up in the sofa by the wall, as well as a frozen body.

Wen Ling was not in a hurry, waiting for everyone to "recover".

"My mother!" Wei Xixi was the first to "live" back, "Wen Ling! Sweetheart! You are actually the one above!!!"

Gu Zhenyu also woke up like a dream: "Damn! Fang Chuli, you have been ignoring the past few years!"

"This is absolutely amazing! Who would have thought of this! What kind of thing is this!"

Wei Xixi was excited: "But I'm so excited for no reason! Our Wenling is so promising!"

Fang Chuli: "It's my Wenling."

Wei Xixi: "It's you from Wenling!"

"..."

The young master angrily patted on the lights in the private room, and Wen Ling saw the ribbons and fireworks in the corner, but judging from the current situation, no one thought of these anymore.

Gu Zhenyu tugged at Fang Chuli: "I said why I can't ask you out, it turns out it's... Be more obedient!"

"Can you get out?" Fang Chuli blushed anxiously, "Who invited you here! Why did I invite you here!"

Everyone invited by Young Master Fang: "???"

Wei Xixi will not be afraid of him now: "You are in a hurry, you are in a hurry!"

"I'm in a hurry!"

Wen Ling was afraid that they would really quarrel, so he walked over to join them: "Okay, on this happy day, I will take Fang Chuli with me first, thank you all for coming!"

The students on the side also "resuscitated", but they were still a little dazed.

"I didn't expect, I really didn't expect..."

"It shouldn't be Fang Chuli who is below..."

"But I can still think that Wenling was the only one who could calm the young master down in the past."

"That's right, haha, but Wenling... I really didn't expect it, let alone, it's all in the wine!"

Wen Ling also thought that you should stop talking, otherwise this will be the last time the young master will get together with you.

Shu Wang went to the edge of Wenling: "Do you know why I think you are from the bottom?"

Wen Ling drank for a while, the alcohol dissipated in his nerves, his whole body was a little active, he put down his glass and raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

"Because the traces on those photos are very..." Shu Wang pursed his lips, his eyes were full of "you know", "It's easy to be misunderstood."

Fang Chuli suddenly came to them with a fierce face: "Do you still have his photo?"

Shu Wang was taken aback by the collar.

"You delete it quickly!"

Wen Ling quickly grabbed Fang Chuli's hand: "Don't be afraid, but the person who asked you if your photo is P or not is this young master."

Shu Wang: "..."

He hurriedly said, "I've already deleted it! There's no trace left, please believe me!"

Fang Chuli drank a lot tonight. In Gu Zhenyu's words, this young master can't face the fact that his image is completely broken unless he gets drunk.

Wen Ling stood guard on the sidelines, and told them to stop drinking when they were almost done, ordered some entertainment for them, and stopped dragging the young master to play.

Wei Xixi is a well-known Maiba, and the two of them sang together with Shu Wang, and they really have the posture to perform on the stage, attracting people punching beside them to stop and applaud.

Gu Zhenyu escaped from Truth or Dare, and flicked his tongue at Wen Ling: "I heard from Master Fang that you are going on a business trip to the north? I have a buddy who opened a new hot spring hotel there. I will give you A ticket."

"Young master is not lucky. If you deal with the business partner, go and relax!"

Wen Ling smiled: "Thank you."

As long as he feels comfortable, Wenling will still take the young master there, no matter what he wants to have a honeymoon vacation.

Fang Chuli slept on the sofa in the private room for half an hour. When he woke up, many people lay down. Wen Ling didn't drink much after toasting. He paid the bill and returned from the outside, and met his open eyes.

"Are you awake?" He twisted open the mineral water, "Would you like a sip?"

Fang Chuli's mouth was really parched, and he poured himself half a bottle: "What time is it?"

Wei Xixi held the microphone: "It's 12:30! Your drinking capacity is too bad!"

It's midnight, which is exactly when Wei Xixi is most energetic.

Unfortunately, none of the people paralyzed on the ground were awakened by her roar.

"Wen Ling, go home." Fang Chuli's face was still stained with alcohol.

Wen Ling found his and the young master's coats, and called Wei Xixi: "You have gone back too, I will send you back first."

Wei Xixi was moved: "Sweetie Wenling, you are too kind! I can actually go back by myself."

Wen Ling was worried, she was a girl, and she didn't know how drunk she was.

But Gu Zhenyu got up suddenly, and looked at Wei Xixi: "Are you going back? I'll call my driver." Then he looked at Wen Ling, "Take this young master back."

Fang Chuli: "Why don't you ask your driver to take us with you?"

Gu Zhenyu staggered a bit, thought for a while: "It makes sense, let's go together."

In the car, Fang Chuli and Wei Xixi quarreled, and Young Master Fang, who was a few beats behind, grabbed that "little sweetheart" and was unhappy: "You can't call him that!"

Wei Xixi was also very drunk and refused to accept: "Why? I've been shouting for several years!"

"I just can't! Only I can call these!" Fang Chuli breathed heavily.

Wei Xixi sneered: "Aren't you too domineering? I'll call you that! These are pet names that can be called between friends! It's friendly and friendly! What are you worrying about?"

Facts have proved that two drunks cannot be in the same room, and Wen Ling was a little dizzy being caught in the middle, so I didn't bother to delve into the mistakes of these words.

Hearing the word "nickname", Fang Chuli was even more unhappy, his eyes were bloodshot: "nickname is a nickname between lovers! You are not Wenling's lover, I am me!"

Gu Zhenyu rubbed his temples, feeling a little uncomfortable after being quarreled: "I shouldn't have given this young master away."

Wen Ling pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Until getting out of the car, Wei Xixi poked his head out of the car window: "Sweetheart Wenling! Goodbye! I'll treat you to dinner next time!"

"I told you I won't let you bark!" Fang Chuli almost kicked out the car.

Wen Ling hurriedly pulled him back to the community, supported him and persuaded him, "What are you angry with Wei Xixi?"

Fang Chuli muttered, a little irritable.

Wen Ling was a little confused, it seemed that the young master was a little restless when he saw Wei Xixi, wondering if it was because Bao was still brooding about him?

It wasn't until the two rolled on the sofa that Fang Chuli blushed, touched his eyelids and eyelashes, and kept kissing from the center of his eyebrows to the tip of his nose, and a tear fell into his eyes, Wen Ling heard Fang Chuli muttering clear.

"Wei Xixi knows you better than I do..."

"I was absent for several years..."

Wen Ling pressed his waist and stood up, took out the paper on the coffee table and wiped the young master's tears: "I don't know much about me either."

"She knows you like me, I..."

Wen Ling blocked his mouth and asked him to open his mouth as far as he could, preventing him from breathing.

"Honey," Wen Ling touched the ring between his fingers, "Shh."

Fang Chuli's tears-soaked eyes flickered, and there was a choke in his throat, and he hugged Wen Ling's neck.

The young master suddenly asked eagerly: "Did you read the first episode of the cartoon drawn by Angkor?"

"I see." Wen Ling smiled, and couldn't help but kissed his neck, "There are still many people leaving messages for Angkor."

"Wen Ling," Fang Chuli reached out to brush Wen Ling's hair up, very seriously and solemnly, and pressed a kiss on his forehead, "I really love you."

"I love you so much that I don't think it's enough for you."

"Did you hear that?" He put Wen Ling's hand on his heart, "It's shouting here."

Wen Ling picked him up, raised his head and kissed, the bed in the bedroom was very soft, he let the young master sink deeply, watching the unbearable tears overflowing from those eyes, and bit by bit tongue clean.

But they will soon drip from Fang Chuli's eye sockets again.

Why not, he doesn't know how to express his love for this young master, his body and mind must be attached to the other's soul to be at ease.

"Ah, Wenling!"

Wen Ling looked at the person below him, the constantly tightening flesh made him really feel the love that Fang Chuli said.

Just a little harder, a little harder.

Until those eyes became completely covered by mist, and his eyes also became white, like the serenity emanating from the silent mountain forest.

Fang Chuli couldn't speak complete words, and looked at the red thread shaking on Wen Ling's neck, which was the same amulet as on his neck.

Now it looks like it doesn't work that well.

Unable to bear it any longer, Fang Chuli leaned back with his elbows propped on the sheet: "Wenling, can you rest for a while? Me, me, you stop..."

There were several stones and bumps all around, and sweat fell on Fang Chuli's heart.

"I got a card for the gym downstairs." Wen Ling paused, knelt down and looked at Fang Chuli, leaned over to kiss him on the cheek while propping up the sheets, they were covered in sweat, "You have to go to practice."

Young Master Fang got a temporary respite, stared at the ceiling with blank eyes, feeling the restless dormancy of the sharp blade in his body.

The night is not over yet.

"I won't bully you anymore," Wen Ling let go of him, keeping the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Let's have fun."

Fang Chuli: "???"

Wen Ling asked him to support the head of the bed, where there was a light strip and a pot of green plants, and his chest was firmly attached to Fang Chuli's back, allowing him to sit firmly.

"Baby really have to relax this time." Wen Ling gently rubbed his neck with his canine teeth.

"..."

Wen Ling watched the young master's butterfly bones tense, approaching inch by inch, and clearly saw his whole body trembling, unable to struggle while holding on to the table, his voice was almost screaming.

Wen Ling's voice was very deep, forbearance and restraint were also a harbinger of madness.

"This is called - very deep entertainment."

With a "click", the overhead light was turned off by Wen Ling, leaving only the light belt to light up Young Master Fang's side.

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