The ruffian is hard to guard

Zhan Changsong is willing to spend money for others to go to college?This is tantamount to subverting Fei Fan's three views.

His eyes switched back and forth between the two, and suddenly he had a thought that made him shudder.

It's true that Zhan Changsong is a straight man, but he is ambiguous and entangled with himself, and if he doesn't keep it straight, he will be bent one day.

If I could attract him, couldn't Zhou Bingyi, who was in his teens and youth at the time, be able to attract him?

Once Zhan Changsong's old dog claims someone as his own, it's like a dog urinating and occupying the territory. The guard with all his heart and soul, even the most important money, can be discarded.That day, he just said that he didn't want to spend Pin En's money, so he paid all the expenses. Although Zhou Bingyi paid for it first, he grinned his teeth and transferred the money to Zhou Bingyi with great heartache.

...Thinking about it this way, it actually worked.

Fei Fan sat on the seat like a deflated ball with empty eyes.

"Eat, what are you thinking about?" Zhan Changsong picked up another chopstick of meat for him, "Eat more of such an expensive thing, or you will lose money."

Feeling panicked, Fei Fan knocked off Zhan Changsong's meat with a chopstick, and said angrily, "Do you understand using serving chopsticks? Besides, I don't need you to pick it up for me."

Zhan Changsong was stunned by Fei Fan's face suddenly flung out. He was not happy when his hot face stuck to his cold butt. He put his chopsticks around Fei Fan's head, and whispered viciously to him: "When we two are at home, what will happen?" Whenever you don't eat in the same pot, for a piece of meat, you will grab it back in your mouth."

"Besides, it's not the first time that we both kissed on the mouth. What kind of chopsticks do you want? Don't fix those useless ones for me."

Fei Fan's heart seemed to be poured with hot oil, he was angry and ashamed.In front of Zhou Bingyi and his sister, he couldn't talk back, so he kicked the table and stood up before leaving the table.

"Ancestor," Zhan Changsong faltered suddenly, pulling Fei Fan into a playful smile, "I said something wrong with my mouth, and I will use the public chopsticks."

He picked up the serving chopsticks and gave Fei Fan another chopsticks to eat: "Ancestor, let me save face, if you want to kill or beat me, let's finish eating, you still have strength after eating."

Fei Fan's face was burning hot, and he glanced at the two people who were watching the excitement opposite him, and walked away in embarrassment, neither staying nor staying.

Zhou Bingyi is a clear-headed person, and he changed the topic after a few jokes, and the scene was very well rounded.

While chatting, the secretary came forward and said: "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Shen from Haihui is also eating here. He learned that you are also here, so he wants to come over to say hello."

"Shen Fang?" Zhou Bingyi pondered for a while, "Please invite him in."

As soon as the words fell, the door of the private room was pushed open, and Shen Fang, who was tall and leggy with a three-point affection on his face, had already walked in.

Hands clasped together, the two watches shine brightly.

"Mr. Zhou, long time no see. The last time we met was at the Capital Medical Industry Summit Forum." Shen Fang spoke first.

"Long time no see." Zhou Bingyi regained his cold face and agreed lightly.

"I heard that you are dining here, so I came over to say hello, so I didn't disturb everyone." Shen Fang had a slight smile on his lips, and glanced at the few people in the room.

"No, Boss Shen is worrying too much." Zhou Bingyi's tone was as calm as water.

"Is it just you guys?" Shen Fang asked seemingly unintentionally. Seeing Zhou Bingyi's frown, he immediately smiled, "Then don't bother me. I wish Mr. Zhou and your friends a happy meal."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left the private room.

The greeting was insipid, and it felt like he was looking for an excuse to enter the private room and look around.

"Who is he? It looks like he's friendly with you." Zhan Changsong asked while pouring Fei Fan a drink.

"Shen Fang, the vice president of Shen's Group," Zhou Bingyi sat down, took a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root slices for Fei Yue with his serving chopsticks, and replied casually, "I really don't have any friendship."

He and Shen Fang were no more than nodding acquaintances, and when they met on some occasions, they couldn't even exchange more than three words of pleasantries. This time he came here to greet him specially, which was indeed a bit unexpected.

Fei Fan suddenly thought of the conversation between the politicians of the Commerce Bureau at the banquet yesterday, and he matched the name of the prince of the Zhou Group that they talked about.

"He wants to compete with you for the top ten young people, right?" Fei Fan asked.

Zhou Bingyi was startled, and then smiled: "I can't compete with him. He has been doing charity work these years, donating to help education and so on. The only one who can compete with him may be Brother Zhan."

"Get out," Zhan Changsong took a sip of beer, and said boldly, "I'm so high-spirited and honest, I never fight for that momentary fame."

Fei Fan rolled his eyes secretly.

Halfway through the meal, Zhan Changsong and Zhou Bingyi went to the bathroom to drain the water.

After letting go of the water, Zhan Changsong took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth: "There are women present, so if you are addicted to cigarettes, you can only hold it in."

Zhou Bingyi turned on the faucet to wash his hands, and asked Zhan Changsong with a smile from the mirror: "Brother Zhan, don't think I'm troublesome. What's your relationship with Mr. Fei?"

"Grass," Zhan Changsong raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Are you so gossiping with a paralyzed face?"

He took a deep drag on his cigarette: "It doesn't matter, my friend."

"Friend? I don't think so, what do you think of Teacher Fei?" Zhou Bingyi seldom cared about other people's private affairs. He leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette from Zhan Changsong's cigarette case.

Zhan Changsong smacked his lips, thought for a long time, shook his head and chuckled: "Teacher Fei is quite different, good-looking, interesting, and attractive. But we really don't have that kind of relationship. He looks down on me and thinks I'm the only one in the world. Bad guy."

Zhou Bingyi chuckled, and coughed twice again uncontrollably.The ruthless President Zhou hasn't done such a shameful move for many years. He beat his chest twice, and asked with a smile: "What about you, can you see him? I said It's the kind of fancy, you know."

"Me?" Zhan Changsong hesitated for a moment, "Teacher Fei is very attractive, sometimes I can't wait to hang my eyes on him, and I can't get enough of him. If he is a woman, I have to snatch him to be my wife, but He happens to be a man."

Zhou Bingyi's heart trembled: "You wouldn't treat his sister Fei Yue..."

"Hey," Zhan Changsong waved his hand, "What's the use of looking alike? You have to have a similar temper, and the way you look at me. Besides, Fei Yue isn't as good-looking as Fei Fan."

Brother Zhan, when did you become blind?Zhou Bingyi complained.

"Sometimes I think I'll admit it, so what about men, I just like it." The man scratched his hair, as if it was difficult to say, "But sometimes I worry, who will inherit this man's wealth in the future. …”

A woman whispered from outside the bathroom: "Why are you standing here? You scared me."

Then there were hurried footsteps, and the episode outside the door came to an end in less than a minute, and it became quiet again.

"Continue." Zhou Bingyi's interest in gossip continued.

Zhan Changsong patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and pressed the cigarette butt to death on the trash can.

......