The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when the proprietress saw Song Zhi at the tea market from a long distance away.

There was still light rain in Qingyuan Town, and it had been raining continuously since the morning.

She licked a handful of melon seeds on the bench, and after a while, when she raised her head again, she found that the little tea master was waving his hands slowly, saying to the stall owner on the opposite side to take a look, and turned around to walk up to her. Here it is.

——"Little Tea Master" is the collective name given to Song Zhi by the small bosses in the tea market street.

They can see this young man on the street every day. He is tall, has a small white face, and walks loosely, with his hands behind his back. Shaking back, it looks really comfortable.

But other than that, they didn't know anything else about him, and they didn't know his name, and who was his father in the town.It was only later that I heard that the man came from the north, and he came to Qingyuan to open a tea house half a year ago.

The little tea master is tall and has long legs. He is wearing a white sportswear today. He is afraid of getting wet. He also put on a transparent plastic rain cape. He is sure to be the first one to see him when he looks over the black heads.

The proprietress got up from the bench with a smile.

"I'm coming?"

"Hey," Song Zhi responded, and greeted back: "Beautiful sister is going to curl her hair again?"

The proprietress was about to laugh like a flower, and she smiled softly and fiercely: "You beat up the street ruffian, why don't you keep talking to me?"

He laughed and called him a street ruffian, but no one in this tea market knew that this little tea master was pretty, with flying eyebrows and eyes, generous shots, and a smile on his face at ordinary times. All the stall owners in the tea market were looking forward to his patronage. .

The proprietress still wanted to continue talking to this handsome brother, and wanted to ask him why he came later than usual today?And why are you wearing all white?Aren't you afraid of being splashed with mud when it rains in the market?

Seeing how the other party was carefully picking out the tea leaves, after thinking about it, she would never say anything again.

When has Xiao Cha Ye's clothes been seen dirty?

He came from the city, but a little girl can clean it up.

The lady proprietress was thinking, while watching the little tea master pick out a few young leaves and pinch them in her hands.

"Is it the new sparrow tongue picked today?" He put it in the palm of his hand and looked carefully: "The color is really nice."

"Yes, take a look."

Song Zhi reached out and took out a disposable cuff from his pocket.When he visits the tea market on weekdays, he always carries this thing in his pocket before going out, so that he can pick tea easily, without soiling his sleeves or other people's tea leaves.

He spread the tea leaves on a wooden square plate for customers, weighed them a few times to spread the leaves evenly, picked out a few defective leaves, and then commented: "The shape is also good."

"How many catties?"

I saw the little tea master leaning up to take a sip, savoring it carefully for a few seconds, then turning it back with his backhand, and filling up the defect where a piece was taken out.

He took off the sleeves and stuffed them back into his pockets.

"Twenty catties."

With twenty catties of sparrow tongue in his hand, he walked leisurely all the way back to the tea house.

Walking to the door, just as he put his raincoat on the drying line, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a black umbrella leaning against the wall from the corner of his eye.

"..."

He froze for a moment, pushed the door open and went in.

The light in the house is not as good as outside, especially when it is raining outside and the lights in the house are not turned on.

In front of the tea table in the hall, there were three customers, one old and two young, sitting upright.

Seeing someone coming in, the two young men turned their heads to look at him.And his sister-in-law, Chen Zhengrong, was rolling up her sleeves and frying tea.

When I saw the face of one of them again.

Song Zhi suddenly became depressed.

——Why is that man here again?

It seems that the body has not forgotten the tenderness of the morning, and even the moment the eyes meet, the back instantly feels the touch from the other's strong chest and abdominal muscles.

"You're back, Xiaozhi?"

Sister-in-law's voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

"What did you collect today?"

"Twenty catties of bird tongue." Song Zhi replied.Under the direct gaze of the other party, for some reason, he said the second half of the sentence more and more quietly: "I think it's quite fresh."

He silently put the things in his hand on the ground without making another sound.

The room was quiet, and the sound of the rain was blocked by the wooden door.Ningshen's sandalwood incense was burning on the tea table, and the cigarette smoke curled up into the air, and the three customers just sat without talking, and the only sound in the room was the collision of wooden spoons and woks.

The sister-in-law was stirring in the big iron pot with familiar movements, and suddenly looked back at Song Zhi: "Why are you still stupidly standing at the door?"

"Move the goods delivered in the morning inside."

"Ah."

Song Zhi snorted softly.

He walked to the big plastic bag that was half the height of a person, and just bent over a little, he noticed the man's eyes still resting on him from the corner of his eye, the eyes were so open that no one could ignore them.

The warm breath seemed to ring in Song Zhi's ears again. "So you can't help it?"

The man clasped his wrist with a cool big hand: "I saw you as five people and six people when I was just moving things."

Thinking about it this way, Song Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and moved everything up.When I moved away, I still felt guilty in my heart, and looked at the man again.

On the surface, he strode past the other party with a calm face, lifted the curtain of the back room with one hand, and put the goods inside.

Then--

I didn't have the courage to come out.

It's been a long time.

The man didn't wait until he raised the door curtain again.

——Things have to start from this morning.

Fang Chengyan drove for a whole night before arriving in Qingyuan Town.

After getting out of the car, he looked around the environment indifferently, and sighed inwardly. It really is a remote and remote place, and the huge town doesn't even have a few parking spaces.The asphalt road under my feet was already shattered due to years of heavy trucks pulling goods.

It was the end of October, and the area around Jiangsu and Zhejiang was wet and cold.

Fang Chengyan strode forward in the rain with long legs.He was already tall and straight, and with a very formal suit, he looked extremely neat.

Fang Chengyan was in a hurry on the road, got up early and finished the meeting, and arrived here by plane at noon.

Just because the night before yesterday, the old man told him that this place had great potential for development, and that the government was inviting bids for the land, so he asked him to come over and bid to see if there was any suitable place to choose.

He originally bought a meeting gift abroad, but the secretary didn't bring it for him.

——I had no choice but to drive out in my uncle's car and find a tea shop to buy tea temporarily.

The old man asked him to look at the site, but he was empty-handed?The old man pays the most attention to this kind of etiquette, Fang Chengyan can imagine with his eyes closed, that old man Fang's mouth can definitely nagging him so much that he can't stop for a year.

He stopped in front of a fairly dignified tea house.

On the plaque on the storefront, there are four large characters written in bronzing fonts - Rijian Tea House.

This is probably the largest and cleanest store on the whole street. In front of the door, there is a transparent raincoat that the owner casually hung on a drying line. In one place, it dripped and dripped on the bluestone floor.

The moment Fang Chengyan pushed the door open, the whirring sound of the hair dryer filled his eardrums.

The only clerk in the store was squatting on the ground, chatting with a cat: "How successful your sterilization operation is, you still only bark."

"Lie down for the young master, don't move."

The cat was on its back, showing its belly, meowing pitifully.Maybe it was because of the rain that it went out to have fun, and its belly hair was wet, and the clerk was pressing it on a low wooden stool and using a hair dryer to dry it.

Fang Chengyan didn't expect that after traveling for such a long time, he could still hear authentic Beijing dialect here.

The hair dryer was powerful and loud, Song Zhi never heard anyone coming in.He didn't stand up from the ground until the cat was blown dry.As soon as he saw the person behind him, his handsome face was stunned for a moment, and then immediately changed into a businessman's beaming smile.

A mouthful of white teeth, a dazzling smile.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's too loud, I didn't care to say hello, you...?"

"Yeah." The man responded briefly, and then began to look around the shelves.

Huh.

Look at the serious outfit of the customer.

Song Zhi has been in Qingyuan for a year and a half. Among the locals, except for the groom who is getting married, probably no one would dress like this.

The man was wearing a high-end suit and standing in front of the shelf, his black hair was slightly wet from the rain, revealing a bit of self-evident sexiness.

The brow bones are erect, and a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows coupled with a high and straight nose looks very resolute.At this moment, her thin lips were tightened, wondering if it was because she was unhappy because she had waited for a long time just now.

The temperament of this customer is different from that of the people in the town, and his Mandarin is also very standard, not like the people of Qingyuan Town at all.

Song Zhi is 1.8 meters three. He thought he didn't embarrass his father, but he was half a head shorter when standing in front of people.He also sharply saw the high-end pastry in the man's hand. He recognized the package. It was wrapped in layers of oil paper and tied with hemp rope. It was definitely a pastry from Dahonglou's two kilometers away. A small box of [-] yuan is not delicious at all.

After looking it over, Song Zhi's impression is only two words:

A foreigner.

Two big shots.

"What do you want?" He wiped his hands, walked behind the counter, and asked with a smile.

"Phoenix Dancong." The customer said.

Song Zhi turned around and went to pick it up from the shelf. He was white and had white hands. When he was holding green tea leaves, he looked very pretty.

"You sit down first." After he finished speaking, he turned on the stir-frying tea machine at hand, and the machine turned on a red light, and after two seconds, it began to make a "humming" sound.

"There are ready-made ones. I'll fry them with a machine. I have to trouble you to wait for a few minutes."

Fang Chengyan sat down beside the tea table.He glanced lightly at the purple sand pot, walnut incense burner, and a statue of a toad sitting on the desk, as if he didn't believe that a young man in his early 20s would have such a mature hobby, so he suddenly said Asked: "Is this all your preference?"

"Hey, my sister-in-law did it all. My only neighbor here is a cat. I just picked it up a few days ago."

Song Zhi turned around and raised his chin towards the raccoon cat lying on the pear wood chair: "It's called Mao Jianer."

Pointing to the pile of tea in bottles and cans beside the tea table, he said with a smile on his face, "I'm like Xinyang Maojian."

The author has something to say:

Shou is the male protagonist of the Beijing-style novel, and Gong is the male protagonist of the Bazong novel.

A fool who pretends not to be a bird to anyone X a superficially indifferent but actually coquettish.Sweet Pet Xiang, there are a lot of content about tea culture.If you like it, please leave a favorite comment, little angels! ! !Serve tea to all the officials, take it easy!

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[Hi~ here is the pre-received article next door~]

Qin Wen, a man with a tall face and a handsome face, is an Alpha with ten heads and a body. He was nicknamed "Qin Animals in the Green Grassland".

But he couldn't smell any pheromones by nature, until his new deskmate, who had sex with him by accident--

Surrounded by Meng Xuan's woody flower pheromone aroma day and night. (will turn back later)

The King of the Stadium during the day (in awkwardness): I really annoy him, just took away my Alpha sexuality, and my physical strength has dropped after kicking a ball, isn't it a bad luck?

After training at night and taking a shower, he was naked.Standing in front of the mirror in the dressing room with her naked upper body, she touched the back of her neck with her palm and took a light sniff.

Another person blushed and praised: Xiaomeng's pheromone smells so good, fuck, it really smells so good, it's so good...

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The whole school knows that school bullies have always pulled in two to five to eighty thousand.

And when he turned into an omega and faced the susceptible period for the first time, he blocked Meng Ling in the toilet cubicle, crying like a poor dog, hugging people's waist and never letting go:

"Xiao Meng, please let Brother Wen hug you like this."

The girl who takes the wrong script

↑This guy's IQ is really not high + after falling in love, it directly drops to 0

If you are physically exhausted, you have to run for 30 seconds.Over the railing, toward you.

PS: The big dog-type boyfriend, who is favored and attacked, will turn back sexually in the later period. Mr. Qin Wen always took the opportunity to sell Meng Xuan miserably, begging for a hug

Ask for an advance receipt~ I wish you all a happy reading! =3=