After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

Wen Ling pressed Wen Yucan's head and looked into his surprised eyes.

The strength in his hands is quite heavy, allowing the person on tiptoe to stand firmly.

"Wen Yucan," Wen Ling's eyes completely lost the gentleness of the past, and could even be described as cold, "Who do you ask to save you?"

Wen Yucan's pupils trembled.

"Tell me this on purpose," Wen Ling took another half step back, putting an arm's length away from Wen Yucan, with a smile on his face, "I don't know if it was your own initiative or Chi Lan asked you to come."

"I hope it's not the latter."

But Wen Yucan's eyes told Wen Ling that it was the latter.

"Do you know why I helped you before?" Wen Ling's eyes became colder by two points.

The corner of Wen Yucan's mouth trembled.

"You are Chi Lan's lover. If you don't play hard, it doesn't matter if Chi Lan's money ends up in the end. At least Chi Ming won't make you too ugly. It's obvious now that in the entertainment industry, it's easy to say that you are not a major. , but you are paid three times as much as the starlets in the same position as you."

Wen Ling's phone vibrated twice, and he didn't need to look to know that Fang Chuli was urging him.

"Others see you as Chi Lan's relationship. They are afraid that you will cause trouble in the future. Why should I help you? I think you are only 18 years old now."

"What's wrong with being 18 years old?" Wen Yucan appeared confused now, as if standing at the border of countless intersections, and suddenly couldn't choose the next entrance to take.

Wen Ling wanted to laugh when Wen Yucan asked him, but he did.

"Forget it, it's up to you how you go about your life, but I'll say it ugly, the path you want to choose doesn't include me and Fang Chuli."

After Wen Ling finished speaking, he was about to leave, not wanting to further expand his disappointment.

But Wen Yucan hugged his arm when he passed by, and his eyes were red: "Assistant Wen, don't go, tell me clearly, what's wrong with being 18?"

Wen Ling was taken aback by his actions, and reflexively broke away, feeling his arm was burned.

"I don't understand, what's wrong with being 18..."

Wen Ling looked at his trembling pupils, and sighed: "Wen Yucan, there are countless possibilities in your life, but the most impossible thing is that you are like this now."

"I don't care what kind of life you had in the past. I'm not related to you. Seeing that you are thinking about these things now, it's not bitter enough."

Wen Ling wanted to leave completely, so he didn't want to see him.

But Wen Yucan suddenly became excited, blocked Wen Ling, and tears jumped out as soon as he opened his mouth: "Isn't it bitter enough?"

"You people, from birth to now, have you ever suffered a day? Just pointing fingers at others and judging others?"

So excited, layer after layer of red surged through his skin, and his eyes were also red.

"What future do I have? Yes, I'm young - I'm 18 and I still have a lot of possibilities! But do you know why Chi Lan is looking for me? It's also because I'm young and I don't know how to be like him Which old friend of you two!"

Wen Ling closed his eyes.

"Yes—I'm a small star now, earning more money than them, and I'm not afraid of someone taking the position," Wen Yucan held his head, "but I have no choice, I have to act whatever they ask , I have to go wherever I want to act, and I have to lie down on Chi Lan's bed whenever I'm asked!"

"That's how power and money are traded." Wen Ling's tone was very calm, calm with a sigh of relief.

Wen Yucan's tears rolled down his cheeks, and he smiled: "Yes, this is how power and money are traded, so Assistant Wen, what future do you think I have!"

The voice behind was like a huh.

"That's your own problem!" Wen Ling finally couldn't help it anymore, his temples twitched when he was yelled at, "What did Fang Chuli and I trade power and money with you?"

"That time when you were in the coffee shop, he came forward to take you away from that woman. I rescued you from debt dodging. The signed agreement didn't have any interest. Did Boss Fang and I ask for it?"

"If you feel that you have to obey Chi Lan now, I have no objection. I'll just pretend that I was sentimental at the time and took the blame for myself. I don't want the money either."

Wen Yucan's eyes completely showed despair, and the light disappeared for a while.

"You're right about one thing." Wen Ling collected his breath, and his tone became more serious. "We really haven't suffered, so we have to do our best to avoid suffering."

"You think that being Chi Lan is the final destination." Wen Ling looked down at him slightly, "Don't come near us again."

He didn't want to pay any attention to what Wen Yucan had to say, took the towel and walked out.

"..."

"Assistant Wen..." Wen Yucan took a breath and choked up.

Wen Ling looked at his outstretched hands, in which lay two pin/hole cameras.

His face turned blue: "What does this mean?"

"To me, you are all the same," Wen Yucan stopped crying, his eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, but the eyes that passed through the water were not bright at all, "I don't care if any relationship is messed up." like."

Wen Ling frowned, feeling even more uncomfortable in his heart.

"Chi Lan called me here," Wen Yucan smiled, "You guys are really boring, I'm quitting."

Wen Ling looked at the two black dots on the palm of his pale palm, which looked like a black bottomless abyss. He grabbed the door and opened the door. Fang Chuli stood outside for a long time. As soon as Wen Ling opened the door, he saw red The smell and brightness of the eyes.

"What are you impatient about?" He asked, but he didn't have the tone of seeking knowledge at all, and looked into Wen Yucan's eyes coldly.

Wen Ling closed the door: "Go and click first."

Fang Chuli was still looking at the closed door, Wen Ling dragged him: "What are you looking at? Let's go."

Master Fang grabbed his arm with his backhand: "What did he tell you?"

"It's nothing."

Chi Lan was also pressing his shoulders inside, Wen Ling still couldn't hold back, and lightly touched Fang Chuli's shoulder with his elbow: "You go in first, I will have a few words with Chi Lan."

Fang Chuli frowned, looking very reluctant: "What do you have to say to him? Why are you suddenly not quite right..."

"Because I'm a little angry."

Chi Lan was lying on the massage chair with a towel on his head and hummed comfortably. Suddenly a shadow was cast in front of him, and his closed eyes moved and opened.

"I thought the two of us had been arguing for so long, and it was over."

"Turn over?" Chi Lan pulled the towel and grinned, "It's so easy..."

"Hey, I really didn't realize that you are so capable."

Wen Ling also smiled, showing no emotion, his expression froze: "I think one dishonorable thing is enough."

Chi Lan opened the teacup in front of him, steamed up, raised an eyebrow at Wenling with the teacup, and asked, "Do you want it?"

"No."

"No, pull it down." Chi Lan's words were full of sarcasm.

"Chi Lan," Wen Ling said, "I don't know about the past. If I knew at that time, I can't ask Fang Chuli to find you. I have to beat you first."

The man next to him smiled slightly.

"Now that I know about this, I didn't come to you directly." Wen Ling pinched the ring on his ring finger, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "I don't think I need to get involved with you. For unilateral matters, if one more person gets involved, someone will be involved." Rivalry."

Chi Lan knows who this "someone" is.

"But today's matter," Wen Ling took out the two cameras from the pocket of the bathrobe, "You are now, whether it is revenge or you still have thoughts about me, you can't see it."

"I think there should be something in your phone for what is photographed here. If you really want to make trouble, I will accompany you, but don't touch Fang Chuli."

Chi Lan looked at the thing that was thrown into his arms, and then there was a little bit of ruthlessness in his eyes.

What the camera captured was nothing more than just in the locker room, Wen Yucan tiptoed to touch Wenling, Wen Yucan turned his back to the camera, Wenling's face was clear, and it seemed that he was about to complete a tender kiss.

And that time when Wen and Can hugged each other.

The little star has a lot of fans, and any one of them can make a fuss if it goes out.

"I heard about your project," Chi Lan touched her neck, "is it involved in Chengtai's shareholder change of rights?"

Wen Ling paused as he was about to leave, and looked at him sideways: "Want to get your ideas out of here? Okay, I, Wen Ling, can accompany you crazy."

After he finished speaking, he walked out, and heard the sound of the teacup ceasing behind him.

"I only remembered it later," Fang Chuli soaked in the water, propped his head up against the edge of the pool, and looked at Wen Ling who was standing by the side, "We were already together at that time."

Wen Ling sat down, dipped his legs in the water, and touched Fang Chuli's shoulder with his feet.

"That time I was drunk and you sent me back to the hotel," Fang Chuli recalled, his eyes became pitiful, "You sent me there before, and you left. That day I thought...you finally couldn't bear me alone Drunk in the hotel."

It turned out that the person who came was Chi Lan.

Both of them also drank, and one of them came looking for trouble. They looked at each other anxiously, and they had a lot of trouble.

But Young Master Fang forgot the next day.

"I thought it was a dream. I thought that even in my dreams, I would dream of Chi Lan threatening me and asking me to quit you. It's really bad luck." Fang Chuli pouted.

Wen Ling touched his head and pressed it lightly: "How did it feel when 'Meng' woke up?"

This young master is also good, it happened in August and September, and he only woke up in the second year.

"It's the feeling," Fang Chuli shook his head, dragged Wen Ling into the water and hugged him, "I feel that I have a boyfriend, and that dream is fake."

Wen Ling rubbed his temples: "You..."

"I..." Fang Chuli kissed him on the shoulder.

After taking a bath, the two of them went to rub their hands, and pressed the button again before they came out. As soon as they got to the hotel lobby, they heard someone calling with a very anxious tone.

"I don't know how to look for someone who is gone? In this barren mountain, where can a person with two legs go?" Wen Ling and Fang Chuli didn't stop, but they both kept an ear. He knew this person, and he followed Wen Yu before Chan's side, like a broker.

Fang Chuli pressed the elevator, and the people outside "fucked" again: "It's impossible for Wen Yucan to just disappear like this!"

Chi Lan's figure also came in from outside the hotel, but Wen Ling only saw an afterimage of the elevator door closing.

Fang Chuli turned his head and glanced at Wen Ling.

The two of them didn't speak, they swiped their cards to enter the room, both of them were very tired, the big bathhouse was relaxing, and they just wanted to sleep, but they hugged and kissed for a while, Wen Ling pinched his knuckles to play, Fang Chuli rubbed his shoulder: "Assistant Wen has something on his mind."

Wen Ling gave a slight "hmm": "I want to wrap up that mountain."

"Pack it up?" Fang Chuli stared.

Wen Ling knew what he was surprised, and his face was troubled: "I know this may be, fantasy, or even nonsense, but I have been here for two days, and the climate, geographical location, and the entire mountain structure are not the same. Useless as others say."

"The reason why there are no skating venues and facilities here," Wen Ling took a deep breath with firm eyes, "is that there is no money and no one is investing."

"It's planned, it's not impossible to do it."

Fang Chuli also helped Wen Ling see this place, but he never expressed his opinion.

At this time, he raised the most critical point: "Have you ever thought about how much money you will need to invest in this mountain?"

Wen Ling was not very sure: "I know there will be a lot, so I just want to talk to the boss tomorrow."

Young Master Fang didn't say whether it was feasible or not, and he didn't say anything else. After such a long time of tacit understanding, he knew that Wenling had made a decision, and he must have weighed it in his heart, and he knew how to measure it.

"Do it according to your ideas." Fang Chuli clasped his hand, "This project can be done, but it's understandable if it can't be done. No matter what, I will support you."

"Will you even support it?" Wen Ling raised an eyebrow jokingly.

"That's not the case." Fang Chuli shrugged his shoulders and rubbed Wen Ling's instep with his foot. "Just this mountain, if you really lose money, you can't lose much. And it needs to be built, and it will always recover."

Yes, Wen Ling nodded. He has an obsession now. He thinks that the reason why the boss is losing money is because he doesn't have enough money to build well.

Thinking of it this way, he felt much more relaxed. He had no dreams until the person in charge called the next day, at a quarter past seven in the morning, saying that their boss had returned.

"I won't go," Fang Chuli said, "I'll wait for you to come back here."

"Then you sleep and have lunch together. In the name of your family, you just pretend to be deaf." Wen Ling changed his clothes and kissed his forehead at the door.

"Okay, then I'll go to sleep again." Fang Chuli yawned.

As soon as he brought the people to the meeting place, Wen Ling saw a very excited man rushing to his car to open the door. He looked young on the surface, two years younger than Wen Ling, and said, "Boss Wen, are you The one we've talked to the longest."

Wen Ling: "..."

The small wooden house at the foot of the mountain is the entire studio. I visited it all the time on the first day I came to Wenling. There is an extra boss here, and suddenly it is not so deserted.

"It's not the right time for me to go on a business trip." It can be seen that he has been exhausted all the way, and now he probably hasn't rested just after getting off the plane, but he is very energetic, "I'm really sorry."

"You are being polite." Wen Ling really felt that he was too enthusiastic.

"I'm going to seize the opportunity," said the boss. "Let me tell you about the original intention of building this mountain. In the north, it snows heavily in winter, and some people will go out to build snowmen and play skiing and the like, but large-scale skiing There are few fields, I like skiing."

Wen Ling understands, this boss still has love in his heart.

The boss is a real northerner, and he is very straightforward: "I just want to build a ski resort, and isn't the government encouraging the ice and snow industry now? I think it is also very important for more people to understand and like it."

"It's not impossible!"

The lights in this room are very bright, warm yellow, and the heater steamed a mist on the windows, a certain key in Wen Ling's heart was suddenly opened by his words.

"I plan to inject capital." Wen Ling said.

"The capital injection is true. The capital injection will have more funds to buy building materials and hire coaches..." The boss was taken aback, "What did you say, Mr. Wen?"

Wen Ling was silent for a while, and also felt that he was abrupt: "Oh, I didn't make it clear, we were talking about publicity, Mr. Liu, it seems that your place is really difficult to publicize at present, and there is no bright spot to speak of."

The person in charge behind Mr. Liu buried his head in embarrassment, and Wen Ling smiled gently: "I think before the publicity, we need to develop some special features, which requires some funds."

"I think the land here is good." Wen Ling's eyes were illuminated by the light, and he saw Boss Liu's face getting more and more surprised, "I want to talk about another thing first, can I invest first?"

one year later.

When Wen Ling arrived, Fang Chuli was sitting at the table in the western restaurant, facing Chi Ming.

He heard Chi Ming say: "Your mountain king will come back this year, right?"

Since taking over the mountain, the title "King of the Mountain" seems to have grown legs, and everyone wants to call Wen Ling that.

Wen Shan Da Wang Ling silently sat next to Fang Chuli, and exhaled, as if they were talking about others: "Isn't this back?"

Chi Ming laughed: "You are a bit dark, you have been hit by hard work, and the shareholders have nothing to say."

Wen Ling also smiled.

This time when Chi Ming and Fang Nianxi returned to China, they were planning to get married. They had been preparing for more than half a year. Wu Shangning did not run away from taking pictures, choosing clothes, and designing. Apart from business, he also had to pick up the lady's hand-drawn designs.

Chengtai West District has not escaped either, and the operation will be used by both of them.

"Will it get warmer in your place this year? The people in the headquarters are watching it eagerly." For the mountain of Bao, Chi Ming is one of the partners who are worried.

"It's okay," Wen Ling pulled up his clothes, "It's going to snow over there soon, and the ice will freeze. This year, there will be more people than last year. Now the government over there is actively investing in it, following the big trend."

"Besides, after the special line was opened, I found that they didn't like skating and skiing, but they were afraid of trouble. After they could directly pick up and drop off, the passenger flow increased a lot."

Chi Ming listened and nodded: "That's okay."

Miss Fang arrived late, wearing high heels and a thick woolen coat. She sat down and looked at Wenling. She was wearing a pair of smoky gray colored contact lenses, and her eyes were more vivid: "Little Wenling, your year Are you climbing mountains? Your arms are getting stronger."

"He climbs mountains with his legs." Fang Chuli hissed.

"Legs?" Fang Nianxi turned his head to look, "Legs also look strong, this is better than the gym, Chi Ming'er, why don't you go for a run in the mountains with Xiao Wenling this year, he said a while ago that he wanted to go skiing .”

She said the last sentence to Wen Ling in a low voice, and blinked.

"Now we have a coach." Wen Ling understood.

Chi Ming smiled, because the other party thought about the past.

After a meal, the sun was sinking, and one of the Fang family's siblings was going to put on makeup, and the other was going to the toilet. Chi Ming suddenly raised his mouth against Chi Lan.

"Xiao Lan," Chi Ming endured, "except for work, he runs in other provinces."

It's been a year since Wen Yucan had heard from him. What everyone didn't expect was that Chi Lan had really been looking for him for a year.

Wen Ling wiped his hands: "I don't know about Wen Yucan either..."

"Don't tell me if you know it." Chi Ming waved his hand, looked in the direction of the toilet and said, "It's not easy to meet someone like Xiaolan, you have to grind."

"Brother-in-law," Wen Ling looked at his straight shoulders, with a look of concern but wanting to avoid it, Wen Ling thought this uncle did it, "You are my dear uncle."

Chi Ming's voice was not high, but he was obviously not worried about that nephew: "He works hard every day now, and he has things to do in his spare time, which is pretty good."

Very good, Wen Ling squeezed the phone tightly.

During this year, a sum of money will still be remitted to his card regularly, the amount is variable, and people with discerning eyes can see who it is.

A few days ago, he also received a text message from a stranger asking him if the project was negotiated.

Somehow, Wen Ling knew who this person was, and replied:

- done.

-Where are you now?

Unknown number:

-Looking for what I missed, the time before the age of 18.

Fang Chuli and Fang Nianxi came out chattering, and Chi Ming took Fang Nianxi's coat: "Let's go."

Wen Ling nodded, stood up and smiled at Fang Chuli.

Fang Chuli was dodging his sister's punch, and was taken aback by his smile, but soon spread his smile joyfully.

"Going home," Wen Ling pinched Young Master Fang's head, "When I was around 18 years old."

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The author has something to say:

Pupuzi: feint a shot.

The previous chapter didn’t say it was going to be over, and I was afraid that the suspense of the card would be exposed directly, but I think the little cutie who believes in Assistant Wen has already guessed his reaction (covering his face)

Well, the story of Xiaoli and Xiaoling is here. I found it really difficult to write cookies with suspense (scratching my head), but it’s a different experience. I’m nagging 10,000+ words. Thank you for writing this article. Everyone who left traces, I love you!