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

Seven o'clock in the evening.

Song Zhi was in a daze when he heard someone calling him.

Opening his eyes, he found Fang Chengyan coaxing beside the bed: "Get up and have some dinner."

Song Zhidong didn't want to move, and let out a small moan from his throat.

"My parents are back, they are downstairs, and they want to see you."

Song Zhi closed his eyes again, feeling like crying.

"...Help, help, help."

Fang Chengyan laughed, holding his hand and tightening it tightly: "With me here, what are you worried about?"

The little tea master half-supported his body and slowly sat up.He rummaged through the bed for clothes, but his movements were hampered and slow.

Seeing this, Fang Chengyan frowned: "Otherwise, see you tomorrow. I'll ask the servant to bring the dinner."

"do not……"

Song Zhi touched the ground weakly with one foot, even saying that he was fine.

How can it be?

Is it plausible for a new daughter-in-law to see her parents-in-law for the first time and ask someone to bring food upstairs?

He struggled to go downstairs on his trembling legs.

This dinner was somewhat embarrassing——

At the dinner table, Fang's family didn't talk too much, and occasionally asked a few questions, and Song Zhi followed up honestly.Fang Chengyan's parents were quite polite to him, they asked him about many things in his family, and they didn't say anything else.

Song Zhi's heart dropped slightly from his throat back into his stomach. He deliberately adjusted his eating speed, finished eating with others, and took the initiative to ask Ying to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes. He didn't even argue with the nanny.

Fang Chengyan followed him into the kitchen, and chuckled lightly: "You don't have to, I think you're really nervous."

Song Zhi looked up from the sink full of foam: "Smile at you."

"After washing the dishes, what am I going to do later?" He looked at the man eagerly, knowing that he would need to chat with Fang Chengyan's family members later, so he was mentally prepared, but he heard the man say:

"Don't get involved, go upstairs and sleep."

"That's not good……"

"Don't worry. My mother will watch TV with Fang Sheng later, and I don't need you to do anything else tonight."

"I'm afraid you'll be too embarrassed to talk about it once you sit on the sofa, and I'll feel bad if I ask you to sit with them all night." He motioned Song Zhi to relax, "Go upstairs, I'll tell them."

He went to talk to his mother, the beautiful woman smiled, walked around Fang Chengyan, and looked towards the kitchen.

Song Zhi also smiled and nodded in response, hiding his anxiety and nervousness, and wiped his hands with kitchen paper.

"Let's go." Fang Chengyan pulled him upstairs.

After re-entering the room, President Fang asked Song Zhixian to take a bath obediently, claiming that he was going to talk to his father about work matters, and told him that if Song Zhi was still awake when he came back...then continue to do things in the car .

"..."

Song Zhi immediately stood there in contradiction, and began to say something.

Fang Chengyan noticed that the other party had become more and more awkward recently, so he didn't answer, so he kissed him and went to the study.

The president was afraid that Song Zhi would be waiting, and the efficiency of the office next door was so high that it could be said to have entered a new stage in history.

When the work is over, come back and have a look.

Well, people are not waiting at all, they are sitting on the ground playing games obsessively, neither sleeping nor taking a shower.

Fang Chengyan went straight over, picked up the person and went to the bathroom. After taking off his clothes, he called him over.

As a result, Song Zhi pursed his lips and did not move.

The man came back again, wrapped his arms around his waist, and put him on the sink.

Song Zhi jumped off the table, ran back to the bathroom door where he was standing just now, and stood there under the bright light to look at him.

"what happened?"

"We can take the bath together." The little tea master begged, "But let's stop messing around later, my leg was almost broken by you just now."

"Mr. Fang, please do me a favor. Give me a leave of absence for Xiao Song tonight, will it work?"

He really minds doing this kind of thing at Fang Chengyan's house. It's only past eight o'clock, and none of Fang Chengyan's family is asleep. What if someone knocks on the door later?

Thinking of that exciting scene, he was unwilling and kept saying no.

Fang Chengyan was silent for a few seconds, did not force Song Zhi any more, and stretched out his hand to him: "Okay."

"come on."

The two stood under the shower, and the warm water flowed across their bodies.Fang Chengyan handed him the shampoo and turned to him.

Song Zhi noticed that Fang Chengyan hadn't spoken a word since just now, so he leaned his head over and asked, "Why are you ignoring me?"

"Are you angry?"

With a little doubt, the man asked back: "...how come?"

"Is that an injury?"

"...Well, kind of."

"Then what should we do?" Song Zhi stood in front of him with a tangled expression.

The man said, "Just kiss me."

Fang Chengyan was a little serious when he said this, it sounded as if there was a medical basis for this matter.

Song Zhi felt that it didn't matter to coax Fang Chengyan, so he corrected his attitude, pushed back all the wet hair of the other party, and gently scratched out a back with his fingers.

This time, Fang Chengyan's handsome face was clearly revealed.

Look at each other for three seconds.

Song Zhi rubbed his hair with his fingers, slowing down slowly.

Hold.

So fucking handsome.

Song Zhi kissed him hard under the water.

No loss!

……

Early in the morning, Fang Changyun put on formal clothes, took Fang Sheng to Song Zhi's house without waking up the two people on the second floor who hadn't woken up yet.

After entering the door and chatting with Song Zhi's parents for a while, Fang Changyun put the expensive gift in his hand on the ground.

"There is something..."

"Want to talk to you guys."

The fact that Fang Chengyan did it was that his old face as a grandfather couldn't bear it.

"What's the matter? Please sit down quickly." Liu Ruhui said.

"It's just...hehe." The old man sat on the sofa and smiled awkwardly, "We are Chengyan."

"I have always liked your Song Zhi."

He paused and said, "I know, the gender is not appropriate."

"But I can figure it out at my age, and I believe you two can figure it out too."

"Cheng Yan is sincere, and I am very happy to see Song Zhi."

Liu Ruhui listened quietly, Song Guoxiao didn't say anything.

"So it's like, if I want them to get married... want to hear your opinion?"

Liu Ruhui glanced at her husband.

"As long as Song Zhi is willing." Song Guoxiao said, "We agree."

……

In the past two days, it is said that Mr. Fang has gone abroad.

The secretary has always been sitting at the door of the president's office. She reapplied her lipstick, looked at the reply in the company group chat, and typed the nine-key keyboard slowly: [I don't know either. 】

[I just remind him of the meeting itinerary and appointment registration, you might as well ask Brother Han. 】

She sent a message, and continued to look in the mirror, looking at her bright red lips.

She hasn't seen the president for many days, and the little tea master, as long as he is usually there, there will always be some noise in the office in the morning. Recently, Miss Secretary stayed alone on the top floor for a few days, and there was no noise in her ears. The voice is still not used to it.

Thanks to their ascetic and ascetic CEO, they have a good temper and patience, otherwise, who can stand up to that one?

Well, speaking of that——

Every morning, when the secretary saw him grinning, the president would follow him to watch him tinkering with the new tea cakes he bought on the hour.

After staying for a while, the lady secretary knocks on the door again, and you will find that he has grown on the president's body, and he will not come down easily.

What about when the president goes to a meeting?

Whenever Mr. Fang had a meeting, he was also very reasonable. He got up obediently and went to the back room to sleep soundly. Last month, the president specially divided half of the large office that occupied half of the floor and built a place for him to rest. , built a bed and wardrobe, and there is a small cat nest in the corner.

Alright, wait for Mr. Fang to come back——

When I come back, I have to put on my legs.

The president was also very cooperative. The one who just stood in front of him hugged his shoulders and stepped forward, and the other immediately knew what was going on.

This pose is done, if he can stand up from their president for a second in the morning, she will lose.

Sitting on his lap while playing with his mobile phone, the two of them were so sticky that they couldn't leave each other. He leaned on the president's shoulder to play the game controller, and kept his back to the door.

But this matter is awesome, and Mr. Fang doesn't feel embarrassed.

The heads of various departments came in to report.

Good guy.

When he came in, he paused for a moment, not knowing where to turn his eyes.

And they are busy people and idle people, what should they do, they hug each other tightly, face to face, but no one is in the way of the other.

When the executives came out from inside, they all nodded suspiciously and blushed to the secretary lady in the corridor:

"Oh... Seeing is better than hearing a hundred things, seeing it is better than hearing a hundred things..."

Miss Secretary was as lonely as snow in her heart, and there was no wave in Gujing, she responded with a calm smile.

She's used to it.

what is this?

She remembered another time.

Mr. Fang needs to continue to contact the Italian company that he cooperated with the year before on the follow-up of the project.

In the ZOOM online conference room, the president was still able to communicate with the other party in English freely in the early stage.

When the other side began to show the annual income statement, their CEO didn't know what they were doing!Looking down at a certain place in the camera, without switching the language for a while, the hoarse voice stained with passion was a little fragile and anxiously sighed: "Goodboy..."

“…………………………”

The whole ZOOM is silent.

good...

boy...

At this moment, she knew.

The noble temperament, good internal cultivation, upright moral sentiment, and self-denying conduct of their presidents have all disappeared from her in this life. :)

The secretary put away the mirror and stuffed the lipstick back into the bag.

Looking at the time again, it's getting late, the president is coming soon.

She took the tools to do the cleaning work, and then on the coffee table in the office, she saw a piglet made of clay.

The existence of this thing is extremely disproportionate to the high-end black glass table top, and there has always been nothing here before, without any decorations.

She thought it was another gadget left behind by that person, so she knelt down and put it in the coffee table drawer.

Not long after the president arrived at the company, he began to deal with the backlog of affairs, and two hours later, that guy really came again.

Holding a lollipop in his mouth, he leisurely walked out of the elevator door, with a stick of paper sticking out of his lips. He and the secretary raised their heads up as if to say hello.

"Is anyone in there?"

Knowing that he was referring to clients who made an appointment to meet, the secretary shook her head and said, "No."

"However, there will be a big client coming later." She deliberately accentuated the word, emphasizing the word "big".

"Look a little closer..." She added like a mosquito.

The matter is of great importance, little ancestor, don't be so presumptuous.

"What?" Song Zhi obviously didn't hear clearly, and suddenly approached on the stage.

Miss Secretary's body seemed to bounce away, and she moved back a little: "...it's okay."

The other party's beautiful eyes were dark and watery, and as he approached quickly, he could see that the opening and closing of the outer corners of his eyes were wide and delicate, the eyelashes were distinct, and the magenta lips were pressed down with a paper stick, revealing a lighter color.

Miss Secretary was flustered by his gaze. This guy is so good-looking, but he doesn't know it. He likes to approach people abruptly when he speaks, and looks at you suspiciously with a pair of big black eyes. It's really...

"It's nothing... you can go in..." She waved her hands and said.

Song Zhi said hello and went inside.

After a while.

A high-pitched sound came from the office——

"What about things?"

"Didn't you say you put it on!?"

"Put it away without me, you still feel ashamed!"

The president's cold voice followed closely: "I'm ready."

That one was even more anxious: "Then why can't you see it!?"

"I don't know, I didn't lie to you, don't make false accusations!"

The other party insisted: "It's a lie, you must feel that way!!!"

"I did not lie to you!"

"Oh! If you didn't lie to me, we can do whatever we want!"

The secretary was alerted immediately, and rushed in wearing 7cm high heels: "Sorry! It's all my fault! President, I'm sorry, the things are here!"

She pulled the piggy drawer open with a "swish", apologized repeatedly, and fled the scene.

There was silence for a while, and then the door was closed with a "click".

What happened, she didn't know.

At twelve o'clock at noon, the secretary was ready to leave work, she secretly took off her high heels under the table and replaced them with flat shoes, pinching the time to leave——

The door opened.

She saw that the office was dimly lit and the curtains were closed.

Only the president came out of the door.

The lollipop stick that the one brought over somehow ended up in the mouth of their president, who never eats sweets.

Mr. Fang's tie did not know where to go, the neckline was open, and the shoulders of his always meticulous and flat shirt were a little wrinkled.

He closed the door behind him, making the sound of the lock as soft as possible.

Miss Secretary looked at it for two seconds before she spoke, "What do you want to order?"

"It's okay, I've worked hard today, let's get off work first."

He stood where he was, exuding a kind of gentleness that could be regarded as dimpled all over his body: "I have something for you."

Mr. Fang came over and put what he said on the desk at the front desk.

The secretary stood up to pick it up and took a closer look.

Roll Phnom Penh red wedding invitations.

The pen writing with her name on it is very strong.

The secretary's eyes widened: "!!!"

My god.

"Happy wedding to you!!!"

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