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The little tea master wrapped his arms around Fang Chengyan's neck, and leaned back: "Yo..."

"..."

"Who are you going to marry?"

Fang Chengyan withdrew his eyes wordlessly, and shifted his gaze to the playful face of the man in his arms.

"Are you looking for me?" Song Zhi narrowed his eyes, his tone drawn out, "...couldn't it be for someone else...?"

Fang Chengyan continued to remain silent.

This was the first time in President Fang's life that he felt that planning a matter would fail like this.

A few days ago, the president went to the commercial street under his name to discuss holding matters. He passed the alley where Song Zhi and Song Zhi had eaten roasted pears, and he saw a new jewelry store opened opposite.

In the bright window shown to passers-by, Fang Chengyan saw a pair of exquisite and simple rings. The man in a suit stopped for a while, and the people in charge behind him noticed something strange and stopped.

"You... like this?"

In the eyes of everyone, the aloof president walked into the bright and dazzling jewelry store and bought them happily.

Just last night, Fang Chengyan asked Fang Sheng if he had seen any marriage proposals in TV dramas recently.

I planned to find a suitable opportunity to mention it to Song Zhi when the atmosphere was ambiguous and romantic enough. In order to seize the momentary atmosphere, I chose to put the ring in my shirt pocket so that I could take it out at any time.

Unexpectedly, he ignored who his object of marriage proposal was.

This is a little Erbai who likes to pull on him, and is so wicked that he can't stop.

No plan would have exposed him so rashly.

"..."

at this point.

Fang Chengyan held Song Zhi's waist and said softly:

"For you."

After the latter listened, he nuzui nodded and put on a look of "I see".

Then, the corners of her mouth curled up a little, she stretched out her arms, and hooked the ring on the ground with her fingertips.

Take it in your hand and hold it up in front of your face——

The white gold ring body has a horizontal bar hollowed out, and several fine and small brilliant diamonds form the word "ZY", which is embedded in it, and can even slide horizontally on the hollowed out part to bring the two letters closer together.

Zhi Yan.

"Do you like it?" Fang Chengyan stared at him.

Song Zhi smiled and said, "You have a good eye."

"Then answer me."

The man pressed his forehead to Song Zhi's, and his eyes were full of lingering meaning.

"What do you think……?"

His eyes full of love, his soft and hopeful question, and his appearance that he might kiss him at any time made Song Zhi suddenly feel that Fang Chengyan was the most innocent existence in the world.

"Then we have to... go see the parents?" Song Zhi asked softly.

Fang Chengyan didn't answer, but kept staring at him with that attitude.The man seemed to ask for a kiss all the time, because he was uneasy and couldn't confirm whether the other party's heart was the same as his.

"of course."

Song Zhi put his hand on his chin, and kissed him superficially:

"What do you think."

"I'll just think about it."

……

The next night, Song Zhi was driven back to Fang's villa by Fang Chengyan.

I haven't seen Fang Changyun for a long time, but the old man is still very warm to him when he sees him.

But when he saw Fang Chengyan, who was behind Song Zhi, following him closely, the smile on his face couldn't hold back as soon as they stood shoulder to shoulder.

He brought Young Master Song to the living room, just as he sat down, the old man was still sitting still.

Just listen to Fang Chengyan straight to the point:

"We're getting married."

"..."

The old man suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

——Did you fucking come to inform me?

Look at Young Master Song again, sitting on the sofa with legs crossed, his little face flushed with restraint.

He really wanted to talk to the old man, but at this moment, even those who can talk will become dumb monkeys.

He abducted his only grandson, and Song Zhi could even think that his relationship with the old man might end tonight.

Fang Changyun's face was stiff, he picked up the tea and took a sip, trying his best to control the urge to swear, and tried his best not to explode in front of Young Master Song.

"...Have you asked your parents...?

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Song Zhi's face: "Not yet."

"After talking to you... go back and tell them..."

Fang Chengyan suddenly put his hand on Song Zhi's lap, and interjected: "I'll talk about it, he thinks it's better to tell you first."

He put on a protective look, and used his body to block Song Zhi a little in front of his grandfather, as if he was afraid that his grandfather would force him to question him!

Fang Changyun became more angry, and Fang Chengyan blew his beard and stared.

Then he turned a little sideways and asked, "Then, are you willing to...?"

Song Zhi nodded slightly.

The old man sighed.

After a while, he sighed heavily again.

It never occurred to me that Fang Chengyan had been following him from the very first day, thinking that he was delusional about others and thought he could be saved, but in the end, Young Master Song also fell for the truth!

Ugh.

Ugh!

Song Zhi is very humble: "Grandpa, don't be angry. If you can agree, I will see you often in the future, and I will treat you well...I, I...You, let's sit in the front row..."

Fang Changyun smiled bitterly: "Okay, haha, sit in the front row."

Yes, sit in the front row of young master Song, and also sit in the front row of his grandson.

Hahaha.

what.

Picking up the teacup again, the porcelain jar was stuck to his mouth, but he couldn't really drink the water, he really couldn't swallow the energy in his heart.

Seeing that Song Zhi was completely at a loss, Fang Chengyan told him to go out first and wait.

The old man smiled and raised his head: "Okay, let's go, let's go to the garden first."

People leave.

He turned his face to Fang Chengyan and said, "I just don't want to see you!"

"What are you doing!"

Fang Chengyan: "That's all."

"What I want to do."

Fang Changyun was so choked up by his two words that he couldn't express his evil anger, and shouted loudly: "Before you get married, don't appear in front of me again!"

Fang Chengyan: "Okay."

Then he went out to find Song Zhi.

The little tea master stood in the evening breeze, in front of the ivy on the outer wall of the villa.

He waited there alone, blushing still, seeing Fang Chengyan approaching, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous:

"What did your grandfather say?"

Fang Chengyan directly took Song Zhi into his arms, and his arms were tightly bound.

Song Zhi didn't stand still, his back was pressed against the wall, and he was about to be hugged so hard that he couldn't breathe, when he heard Fang Chengyan say in his ear:

"You are mine now."

He seemed to be in an extremely good mood, even though Song Zhi's body was almost buried in the pile of ivy leaves, and he was not going to let go or move his place.

"Now I have every reason not to allow you to run around and hook up with people."

"I know, I know." Song Zhi hugged him back, "You're going to strangle me to death."

Only then did Fang Chengyan let go of his hand, pulled aside the cane covering the little tea master's head, and gazed tenderly at the other's face.

The evening wind gradually picked up, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the flowing air carried the fresh smell of bellflowers and roses in the garden, blowing slowly around them, and then sending them gently.

"What are we doing now?"

"Stay for dinner later."

"Go back?" Song Zhi whispered, "I have no face."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Your grandpa's anger is really scary. I didn't get angry at me before. I don't think it's okay... Just now, I was so close to two battles, I almost left first."

Fang Chengyan said: "He likes you very much."

Song Zhi pouted and muttered, "Maybe you'll hate me from now on."

"Why are you getting more and more crooked?" Fang Chengyan took his hand, "Come with me for a walk."

Fang Chengyan took Song Zhi for a walk in the garden, the two rested on the bench for a while, and walked to the entrance of the underground garage together.

Song Zhi asked where it was in front of the dark and cold passageway, the moment the man turned on the ceiling light, the scene in the garage was completely presented in front of Song Zhi's eyes.

As the rows of dome lights came on one after another, the vehicles below emerged from the darkness row by row.

Song Zhi stared straight at him: "Damn it."

"Why are there as many toys as you have in your closet?"

The underground garage is hundreds of square meters, connected to two expressways, and behind it is a row of glass houses, where a few cars that are not often driven are parked. When the lights shine, the glass is shining, and it looks extremely luxurious.

His grandfather and Fang Sheng have two cars for travel, Fang Shihong has six private cars for commercial vehicles, and his mother has three. Fang Chengyan likes cars, and the number is too many to count. car.

Song Zhi walked into the world of cars, looked here and there, and every time he walked to the front of a car with a curious expression, Fang Chengyan would give him a brief introduction.

Song Zhi couldn't understand a bunch of brands and terminology, and could only say, "It looks good."

"Row."

"It's kind of mean."

Until the man stopped at a coffee-colored antique car, turned around and said to Song Zhi, "This one is my favorite."

"Parker honors the goddess."

"Until now, it has always been number one in my heart."

Song Zhi: "Yo."

"In order to collect it, I had to get a passing target score in high school, and it took some effort."

Song Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, and walked around the car.He knew that Fang Chengyan had always been in love, but he really didn't see what was so good about this car. The shape was simple, the front was slightly longer, and the headlights on the front were like a British locomotive. The color scheme was very beautiful, but it could only be used For collection, it is absolutely not allowed to open.

Song Zhi had suffered the pain of the driver's license test, and was most afraid of this kind of car, the front of the car was long, and the turns were too difficult to turn, so he had to wait for a long time.

"...um..." he reluctantly responded.

"What?" the man asked.

Song Zhi: "Very good."

Fang Chengyan: "Get in the car."

"Let me show you how good it is."

Song Zhi was thoughtful, and followed the man up.

Due to frequent maintenance, the red seats inside are not dusty.Fang Chengyan sat in the driver's seat and waited patiently for Song Zhi to come up: "It has been designed for a long time. The door lock is an old-fashioned lock from the last century. It needs to be opened manually with a key. There is no other way."

Immediately afterwards, with a "click", Song Zhi heard the sound of the lock falling.

"Hey——" the little tea master elongated and emphasized, as if he had a little interest in it: "Don't tell me, the sound of locking is really nice."

The sound of the whistle was a muffled "Woo--" and the steering wheel was more like a bicycle hub, and it felt pressure when turning. He turned his head a little bit to look at the rearview mirror on the side of the car.The shape of the mirror is very old-fashioned, as if a filter has been added, and the person taking the photo can't tell what looks good.

Song Zhi became more and more fascinated, and turned his head again.

He saw that the man had been staring at him from behind, Wei An's body suddenly pressed over, and along with his big hand, he lowered the passenger seat under him to a level.

Song Zhi's body lay flat at once, and the moment Fang Chengyan pressed his lips against him, he almost didn't react.

He kicked his legs struggling: "I, you fucking..."

Song Zhi turned around and was about to jump out of the car, but his hand was twisted on the door handle, but the gears inside were tightly twisted.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what a lock from the last century was.

"Great profiteer!"

"..."

Then there was a cry mixed with crying from the car window: "Don't touch it blindly!"

……

Holding Song Zhi in his arms, Fang Chengyan got up from the elevator in the garage and went straight up to the second floor of his home.

Put the tired man on the bed, covered him with a quilt, went out to pour a glass of water, and came back to sleep with Song Zhi, but happened to meet Fang Sheng who was passing by the corridor.

Fang Sheng raised his chin to Mennu: "You haven't eaten yet, so you fell asleep?"

Fang Chengyan: "Yes."

Seeing his face refreshed by the spring breeze, Fang Sheng patted his nephew on the shoulder, ready to shame Fang Chengyan: "You are really nice."

"I really didn't go wrong with this trip to the south."

"What do people... say to you?"

"Isn't it time to dislike you?"

"Yes." Fang Chengyan looked at his uncle with a calm expression while pouring water: "Every morning when he opens his eyes, he will generously tell me countless times how much he likes me."

Fang Sheng suddenly wrinkled his facial features tightly, a smile froze on his face, and goosebumps fell all over the floor.

Uncle stopped looking for boredom, Fang Chengyan waved his hand, and walked away with his slippers on.

Seeing Fang Chengyan's mother came back from the outside, she sulked on the first floor: "Who the hell pulled my ivy?"

She turned her head, raised her face and asked Fang Sheng on the stairs: "What did you do?"

Fang Sheng: "?"

She insisted that Fang Sheng did it, and said in a reproachful tone: "It's fine when you go out during the day, who else is so boring except you who stay at home all day!"

The old man spread out on the sofa, took a sip of hot water slowly, and still had a sad expression on his face, as if he hadn't recovered from what happened tonight.

He said, "Stop squatting at home all the time, Fang Sheng."

"Fang Chengyan can't count on it. Go on a blind date. I will arrange three rounds for you this week."

Fang Sheng wanted to cry but had no tears.

From now on, he is the only one left to bear the ups and downs of the family.