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

Fang Chengyan was stunned for a moment, with an incomprehensible expression on his face.

This guy in front of him always brought shocks to his conservative heart time and time again.

President Fang stared at him, and asked from the bottom of his soul, "...won't it be you?"

Song Zhi frowned, tightened his lips and thought about it, and answered honestly: "Indeed, it's a bit of a mess..."

Fang Chengyan coughed and turned his eyes away:

"Go shopping for pants tomorrow."

His eyes fell on the ups and downs of the figure printed by the quilt, and he said again: "If you like to hang around naked in the attic."

"I wouldn't mind either."

"..."

Song Zhi was embarrassed.

"I just take it off when I sleep, I have pants, where are they..."

He pointed to the folded trousers on the side. The fabric was not elastic, and it was really uncomfortable to wear to sleep.

"I wear it to sleep, so I'm sure I won't be able to sleep." After Song Zhi explained, he didn't intend to continue the topic, so he lifted the quilt to Fang Chengyan.

"Can you come in yet?"

Fang Chengyan grasped the quilt he handed over, and couldn't turn a blind eye to the white body beneath it.

The room was pitch-black, and the man's eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice:

"I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep either."

Song Zhi didn't speak at all.

He buried his chin slightly in the quilt, pretending he didn't hear, his slightly shy expression had an inexperienced youthfulness, no matter how attractive he looked.

There was a fire burning in Fang Chengyan's heart, holding the quilt in his hand, he wanted to throw it away at any time.

"Then I put it on?"

"Need not."

"Come in quickly, I'm dizzy and sleepy." Song Zhi pleaded, he only had one drop of alcohol, and now his eyelids are clenched, and he just wants to sleep.

Fang Chengyan stared at the slender body, and finally moved.

The moment Song Zhi lay down next to him, the latter covered the quilt with his own body temperature.

A quilt with a width of 1.5 meters covers two adult men, which is a bit nervous.

Song Zhi leaned closer, stuck to Fang Chengyan's body and tucked the man's side, then turned around and tucked his side tightly, finding a comfortable position, barely covering it.

Fang Chengyan smelled the refreshing scent on his body, and remained silent.

"..."

No one spoke at first, the room was as eerily quiet as the outside.

Song Zhi faced Fang Chengyan's side, and stuck to him tightly, his eyes were open in the dark night, sparkling brightly.

The quilt in the attic was slightly damp and not as soft and warm as in the hotel. Song Zhi felt really sorry for him. Originally, Fang Chengyan had booked a room and lived in a good place, so he wanted to come with him to suffer this.

Thinking of this, he distributed the quilt again.

After lying down for about 10 minutes, Fang Chengyan got up again in the dark.

"What are you doing?"

"Can't sleep." Fang Chengyan put on his coat: "Go out for a while."

Go to the stairs, open the small window there, and then smoke there.

Seeing him like this, Song Zhi tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Less than 3 minutes later, he got up from the bed.

Put the quilt on the left and right on the body, and wrap yourself like an ancient princess.

It was so dark outside that Fang Chengyan saw Song Zhi going downstairs, fearing that he would fall, he stretched out his arms and pulled him to his side.

The sky outside the small window was covered with thick clouds, and the moon was also covered.

Song Zhi walked up to Fang Chengyan and stretched out his hand carelessly: "Give me one too."

He seemed to hate seeing other people smoking, and when he saw it, he wanted to participate in it too.

Fang Chengyan frowned unobtrusively: "You..."

Song Zhi had already pulled the cigarette case out of his pocket, held one to his mouth, and came to ask for a fire again.

The left hand fastened the quilt that was temporarily used as clothes under the quilt, and the right hand was free to light a cigarette.

Fang Chengyan turned on the lighter unwillingly.

In the darkness, orange flames wrapped in blue inner flames shot out from the gas valve in an instant, illuminating a corner of the stairs.The fusiform flame was burning fiercely on the air hole, Song Zhi lowered his head and looked indifferently.

The neckline is in the shape of a V, revealing a fair chest and delicate and smooth skin.

Without realizing it, he sucked heavily, causing the slow-burning sparks to climb rapidly up Yan's body.

Song Zhi felt that the smell of the man's cigarette was unusual, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Seeing that the smoke in Fang Chengyan's hand was about to burn to the end, he asked suspiciously:

"Is it that good to smoke?"

Fang Chengyan watched silently, brushed off the cigarette ash in his hand, and replied, "No."

"..."

"You... have been here for a year?" Song Zhi turned to look at him, and asked cautiously, "Are you addicted?"

"Ah."

"..."

"How could it be like this..." Song Zhi became worried.

The man simply claimed that he didn't know a word, and then looked up at the moon in the small window.

How did it become like this?

Probably because he is often trapped in depressed emotions and cannot get out, and Fang Chengyan's own life style is simple and boring, and he can't find any pastime that can relieve his troubles...

The moment nicotine reaches the brain, people can be more relaxed and happy.

So he smoked one by one, one after another...

Song Zhi took the initiative to hug him.

In the early hours of the morning, they stood on the stairs and talked a lot.

Ask each other clearly what each other has done this year, as if this can fill a gap in your heart.

The conversation continued for a long time. When we talked about Fang Changyun and Fang Sheng, it brought up the matter of the man when he was a child.

Fang Chengyan said that he liked to collect remote control cars since he was a child. Genuine car models with exquisite parts and scaled down cost tens of thousands of yuan. When he was very young, it appeared as a reward, so Fang Chengyan used to work hard to achieve his goals, and he did not fight for it. less than something.Until Song Zhi appeared, he almost broke Fang Chengyan's lifelong creed, but fortunately, the result was good in the end.

When he grows up, Song Zhi only finds it boring after hearing how he successfully completed his studies abroad, how he entered a company, and started to learn business management.

He has lived so far, and he has never done anything out of line, what's the point?

"What about you." Fang Chengyan leaned against the wall, wrapped his arms around Song Zhi's waist, and asked questions.

Looking back, the latter found that he had done too many bad things for a while, and he couldn't even open his mouth.

When I was young, I lived in a large courtyard, and Chen Baiyu, Xiang Bin and the others went to the house to uncover tiles, and kicked football to break other people's glass. These are commonplace, not worth mentioning.

He likes to play tricks, and likes to say inconsequential words, which can be traced back to Song Guoxiao.At that time, Song Guoxiao hadn't been promoted to the office level, and he had a lot of entertainment at night. Song Zhi went out with his parents every dinner, and he basically grew up next to the entertainment table.Others asked him to fight for his father, but Song Zhi had a quick mind and had never lost before. He was not afraid at all when he called for a drink: "Why are you pretending to be strong like a kid with me?"

Then the man gave his father a piece of soft jade stream, Song Zhi stole it, and took it back to the kindergarten like a leader to distribute cigarettes to the children one by one.

As soon as the kindergarten teacher opened the door of the classroom, he saw a group of little boys sitting in rows on a small bench, smoking cigarettes.

Song Zhi can't forget her expression now.

After chatting until the two finally got sleepy, Song Zhi took Fang Chengyan back to sleep.The whole night, he stuck to Fang Chengyan's body tightly.

When I woke up the next day, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

Asking President Fang to get up at one o'clock in the afternoon, I really dare not even think about it.

Song Zhizha was motionless in Fang Chengyan's arms, his limbs were weak, and he didn't want to get up, so he just stayed here and couldn't get up at all.

Both of them were bored and had nothing to do. On the last day of the flood discharge, the water level dropped rapidly. Song Zhi glanced at the window after a while, and the flood receded a little.

At three or four o'clock, Fang Chengyan and Song Zhi finally couldn't hold back and decided to split up.

Fang Chengyan went to the market to buy vegetables, and when he came back, he started cooking in the kitchen.

Song Zhi went to the hotel to pick up the shorts, and met Uncle Zheng's daughter on the way. She heard that Song Zhi had returned to live in the tea house, and asked him to take the chickens, dogs and rabbits back to the roof of his house.

The evacuation site raises poultry and livestock, and everyone is really unbearable.

……

After the man finished eating, he asked Song Zhi when he was washing the dishes: "I came back from the provincial capital that day, and you were completely soaked, what did you do?"

Song Zhi was showing off the Fengshui pears that the man bought home, and he was a little embarrassed to mention:

"Huh..."

Fang Chengyan raised his eyes: "Tell me."

"Before there was a flood, I had a fortune-telling." He wrote lightly.

"The blind fortune teller said that my palmistry line is not long. If I find a partner later, one of them will have a short lifespan and die early."

Fang Chengyan's eyelids twitched: "So what?"

Song Zhi: "You went on a business trip that day..."

"I heard someone say a car had crashed into a ditch, so I went out and looked around."

He saw Fang Chengyan's eyebrows furrowed.

Song Zhi felt that the blind man's words were somewhat believable, and he almost died early, so Fang Chengyan found him and saved him again.

Who knows.

"The blind fortune-teller told me that I have good emotional lines, thick and dense, and I don't even have slits."

"We'll be fine from now on."

"Really?" The man put the dishes back in place, wiped his hands, and said to him, "Come here, let me have a look."

Song Zhi put down the cleanly gnawed pear pit, walked over, stretched out his hand, palm facing up.

But why does the other party want to read his palm?

The man grabbed Song Zhi's wrist, unable to restrain his inner impulse, he pulled him into his arms.

"you……"

"I'm sorry for worrying you," he said.

"It's fine if the relationship line is good. As long as you have no problem, there will be no problem with my mind."

Song Zhi's hands were stained with pear water, and they were a little sticky. He couldn't hug the man back, and raised his hands in the air: "Wait a minute, I'll wash my hands."

Fang Chengyan didn't let go at all: "I saw the news that Qingyuan Town was a severely flooded area, and I miss you every day."

"What about you, have you ever thought about me, little two hundred and five?"

He was very emotional, and kept asking: "You don't need to see me, are you so happy to stay here this year?"

When Song Zhi heard this, he immediately comforted him: "How could it be...Although you are not here, but Lou is here, as soon as I see it, I think of you."

"The house here is really low. I see your building everywhere I go. It's so high that I don't want to see it. It's hard not to miss you." After Song Zhi finished speaking, he added: "Don't worry about the past... in the future, I will never leave you again."

"I like you."

He felt that Fang Chengyan's body was visibly stiff and numb, and changed the sentence: "I'll see you."

"Good to see you."

This sentence is no less than a dose of adrenaline, Fang Chengyan responded to him: "I like you too..."

The kiss fell impatiently, filled with the sweetness of Fengshui pear.

The pears in this season are sour and sweet, which already stimulated Song Zhi's mouth to salivate, and the man's teasing during the kiss made him swallow uncontrollably.

The breath is disordered, and the electric current is chaotic.

He hugged Fang Chengyan's neck, the elastic band of the shorts was not too elastic, hugged him, moved him, and fell down, Fang Chengyan hugged him, felt this, and lifted him up while kissing, followed closely , it fell down again, lifted up, and fell down again.

... Feel free to drop it.

Fang Chengyan lifted Song Zhi's hips and hugged him whole. The latter was startled, wrapped his legs around the man's waist, and asked him what he was doing in surprise.

Afterwards, the person was carried into the bedroom and laid down on the bed.

Song Zhi turned over and got up: "What are you doing?!"

Song Zhi was stunned. Uncle Zheng's chickens, dogs and rabbits were all on the opposite roof, and now he could look at them.

Song Zhi turned on the red light to him in time, and explained rationally and in an orderly manner: "This was originally my sister-in-law's room, but I changed it with her when it was too damp. Her room doesn't even have any curtains, so people can see it from the outside." of."

"..."

Fang Chengyan remained unmoved, and tirelessly planted strawberries on his neck.

"Don't be like this, I'm really scared, Fang Chengyan..." Song Zhi's voice trembled, and he wanted to push, but was restrained and raised his hands above his head.

"Look outside, there is a dog, three chickens, and a litter of rabbits on the opposite side. It looks like a livestock factory."

Fang Chengyan was finally willing to speak, and stopped biting his neck: "What does that matter?"

"What do you mean?" Song Zhi was horrified: "Let them watch the two of us do that, you are such a big man, aren't you ashamed!"

People who are free for two days are not ashamed to accuse others.

Fang Chengyan didn't care about him: "Stop talking nonsense."

With a tall body and broad shoulders, he was completely overwhelmed, and reached out to tear off the torn shorts that had long been disgusting.

Song Zhi called for help and struggled again, his strength was exhausted, and he panicked.

But the crocodile in the water has been staring at its prey for a long time, and will no longer hide any thoughts like last night.

……

It seems that he really only learns to be good at such times, and puts on a posture of letting you pick and choose.

He really couldn't hold on for a second, he sometimes raised his head, and sometimes buried his face in the man's shoulder.

……

"Xiaozhi, can I call you that?"

Song Zhi was overcooked like a shrimp, and acquiesced with a flushed face.

……

Hearing the strange sound, the black soil pine dog paused on the opposite roof and pricked up its ears.

It listened to six directions, and finally found the source of the cry, but only saw a white-skinned back behind the glass window.

Maybe he knew that it was Song Zhi, the person who always played with him and fed him cat food, Yide's tail was wagging happily, standing there motionless, staring at it with two bright eyes, but he didn't understand why The back shrugged, it tilted its head, took two steps forward, stood on the edge of the room wagging its tail, and stared at it for a while.

Until a gust of cool wind came, Yide sneezed, very curiously put his front legs into the water outside the eaves, and the dog came over.

Fang Chengyan was facing out the window, Song Zhi's leg was resting on his arm, the man glanced at it lightly, and ignored it.

Look at the person in your arms again.

He looked so obedient, and the more he looked at her, the more he liked her. The man leaned over and kissed each other.

Keeping their lips touching, Fang Chengyan leaned over in this position, rolled his eyelids coldly again, and looked at the dog in the water outside.

At this moment, Hei Tusong finally understood what the two of them were doing in broad daylight, and trembling with fright, he drowned in the dirty water in a panic, and thumped all the way back.

Fang Chengyan was kissed intently by the person in his arms.

carry on.

Anyway, in his life, he would never tell Song Zhi.

The author has something to say:

Yide: ... shame?

Below the neck, everything that should be omitted is omitted. I hope that when I get up at noon, I won’t lock it. Here’s how to do it:

BYS BYS BYS!

PS: The lower limit of the president gradually decreases with Song Zhi, and there will be no such thing as integrity in the future; in the future, there will be all kinds of tea cooking; the tea house will not sell it.