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

President Fang rolled up his cuffs and put the plate in front of Song Zhi.

"I heard from your sister-in-law that you like this."

The veins on his inner arm spread under Nan's skin, and disappeared from Song Zhi's vision until under the rolled up cuffs.

"Hey! My brother Yan is really capable."

Song Zhi owed his hands, so he went up and patted the opponent's biceps: "Yo, the training here is also good."

"Xiao Fang, you are so polite. You are obviously the guest, but you have to come to our place and do it yourself." The sister-in-law hurriedly stood up and moved the dishes next to her to make room for the broccoli.

"It's all right," the man said.

"Sit and sit, what are you doing standing together?" Song Zhi told them to sit down. On the whole dining table, only Song Zhi was a lazy guy with a heavy butt, and he didn't move his place from beginning to end.

He looked at the dish in front of him.

Broccoli is Song Zhi's favorite vegetable, and Fang Chengyan's handicraft looks pretty good at first glance.The top of the cauliflower was not boiled into bits and pieces that would break when touched, indicating that the blanching time was just right, and the root was green and tender, showing a softness, indicating that Fang Chengyan was cooked.

That should be hard to eat.

"You've been staring at him for a long time, what are you doing?" My sister-in-law gave him a blank look, "Eat as much as you want, can you be normal? Just learn from Xiao Fang, and you have to take care of yourself. You're such a grown-up, and you're the only one who's sluggish all day long. I don't know what the hell they're planning."

"It's okay for me to appreciate it?" After Song Zhi retorted, he picked up a piece of broccoli with chopsticks, and chewed it carefully as if savoring it.

Hmm...not bad.

"Learn more from your brother Fang." Chen Zhengrong sat down and said without stopping, "In two days, I will go to the provincial capital."

"What are you doing?" Song Zhi stopped cooking the rice and looked at her.

"I signed up for an online business entrepreneurship training class on my mobile phone last night. I couldn't make it in time. I left the morning after tomorrow. I just happened to be able to accompany you to finish the competition."

"In such a hurry?"

"Is this still in a hurry? Come back in a week or so at most. You can eat well at home. If not, you can be a meal friend with Xiaofang." Chen Zhengrong's chin moved in Fang Chengyan's direction.

"Sister-in-law, you didn't tell me about such a big matter?" Song Zhi replied.

"Never mind, I'm already such an adult, I can't starve myself."

"Don't worry, I will take care of him." The silent man beside him suddenly said.

Song Zhi squinted at him.

"Keep those two eyeballs of yours, and it's fine if you don't thank Xiaofang, don't commit two hundred and five here." Chen Zhengrong said fiercely, and pushed the broccoli towards the uncle. "Fast food!"

"After eating, I'll go wash the dishes!"

The two of you said one sentence to another, hurting and hurting, and finally let President Fang finish his lunch in a lively atmosphere.

Take advantage of my sister-in-law to put the used dishes into the gap in the kitchen.

"You take care of me? Brother Cheng Yan."

Song Zhi was about to finish his last mouthful of food when he suddenly raised his head and smiled at Fang Chengyan.

Seeing his appearance, Fang Chengyan also smiled slightly. "how?"

Song Zhi lowered his voice a little, glanced furtively at his sister-in-law's back, and when talking to the man, he had a sly expression: "It's nothing, let's go to that bar then?"

"..."

After the three of them finished their lunch, Song Zhi rushed to clean the dishes.

Fang Chengyan hadn't left yet, he was sitting by the dining table, and was being asked this and that by his sister-in-law.

Song Zhi washed his hands and leaned back on his exclusive seat behind the tea table.Fang Chengyan noticed that the glass cup worth 35 yuan was placed on the tea table and was washed crystal clear.

"How are you preparing for the game?" Fang Chengyan turned around and asked him this question.

"It's not good." Song Zhi answered honestly. He read the text message in the morning, and Tian Jiamu reminded him that tomorrow evening is the preliminary round, which made him very nervous.

"Ok?"

"I can't handle the posture well." Song Zhi waved his hand. He imitated the tea art trainer he saw on the Internet, held the glass respectfully in front of his face, looked at the man through the glass, and felt that Fang Chengyan's head had grown bigger.

While he was talking, someone called him.

As soon as Song Zhi got connected, there was a scolding sound from inside: "I said, what the hell did you send me for tea? You just took it out of the box and brewed it. You want to make dad suffer to death."

Listening to his voice, Song Zhi could even imagine the other party grinning: "Little Qinggan."

"You are so angry, you usually don't drink water, you go to bars every day. Drink more of this to cool off your anger." He explained to the other party.

Chen Baiyu clicked his tongue: "I have to thank you for Changxing's favor. But it's really bitter. How can there be such a bitter tea? I've been tossing about it this morning, so I vomit."

Song Zhi fiddled with the glass in his hand, suddenly raised his head and said, "Brother Cheng Yan, take my mobile phone and make a video call to him."

"I want to show this thief grandson my hard-working tea art."

Fang Chengyan took it from him.

As requested by the other party, he turned on the camera and pointed it at Song Zhi.

Here, Chen Baiyu just clicked to accept the video request, and his expression turned wrong. After a while, he asked, "Who did you call just now?"

Fang Chengyan remained calm, raised his eyelids slightly, and stared at Song Zhi.

"Brother Cheng Yan."

"..."

It seemed that Song Zhi was the only one who was free from this secret, he frowned and asked, "Why?"

"..."

There was no word on the phone.

Song Zhi got even more excited: "I'm Brother Cheng Yan! Haven't you seen him before? The one you told me is so handsome!"

He thought the other party had forgotten about him, so he repeated it loudly, then reached out, turned the camera around, and framed Fang Chengyan shoulder to shoulder.

It was facing Chen Baiyu's unspeakable face.

Chen Baiyu was anxious and shocked at the same time, Fang Chengyan also went to the south?

Song Zhi had only been there for a few days, and he followed?This President Fang is so fucking efficient!

After Song Zhiwei finished his presentation, he went back to the tea table.He washed his hands with the clean water next to him, pressed on a clean white towel, and rolled up his sleeves.

"Success, it's all over!"

After he finished speaking, he took a correct posture, lifted the teapot, and boiled the water that was keeping warm inside.A few minutes later, Song Zhi put a towel on the handle of the pot, lifted it up and preheated the glass, for fear that it would fall out of shock when it encountered hot water.

The glass was turned around in his hand, and the place where the white mist was washed by the water became clear again.

Song Zhi usually looks like he's not a bird and a fool, but at this moment, it seems that some bodhisattva has suddenly taken over him, making tea there in a dignified manner, with a concentrated expression, lowered eyebrows and pleasing eyes, so unserious!

Chen Baiyu watched the movements of his hands seriously, and found that Song Zhi seemed to be a different person, and their little Zhi was very good-looking, this set of operations was really beautiful!

Chen Baiyu was feeling that the tea ceremony was calming and self-cultivating, but in the next second, he saw Song Zhi look up and wink at Fang Chengyan.

"Brother Cheng Yan, look at me, how do you like it?" He slowly raised the teapot and poured water into the white porcelain cup.

"Do I have that posture?"

Song knows if you can act like a human being! ?

Chen Baiyu had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, looking anxious and ashamed for him.

Ever since Fang Chengyan was in the bar that day, after Kuacha gave him a big move, Chen Baiyu always felt that this man had ulterior motives and evil intentions.

Delivery to the shopping mall, treats to dinner, [-]% of the things are done with a pure and innocent heart of gratitude!Their whole family is in business, and Fang Chengyan is definitely a good player. He can get the company out of things that others can't handle. Wouldn't that mean he can catch a fool like Song Zhi in minutes?

Looking at Song Zhi's naive look, he is really anxious, and now he is still explaining the steps to the man in a weak tone. In Chen Baiyu's eyes, this is no different from sending himself to the door.

One didn't notice.

When hot water poured onto his hands, Song Zhi hissed, and hurriedly put the lid of the pot on the tea table, and blew on his fingers: "I'm scalded to death."

Chen Baiyu thought to himself, you should fucking do it.

Unexpectedly, the screen of his video call went black immediately.

"..."

He prayed to the heavens, Fang Chengyan should not walk over now... let Song Zhi kiss him affectionately.

Chen Baiyu's facial features were completely wrinkled together, and there was already a picture of the two of you and me in his mind.

It took four to five minutes before the camera got an image.

Chen Baiyu saw that the man was already drinking tea at the tea table, and the cup in his hand was the one Song Zhi made.

And Song Zhi sat in Fang Chengyan's seat just now, and pointed the phone camera at himself.

"What are you doing?" Chen Baiyu asked.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Baiyu winked at him severely, and spoke in a very low voice: "Don't be so hypocritical, a normal man is scalded with water, so why let others go to see the injury himself."

"Did he do this to you?"

After Chen Baiyu finished speaking, he pursed his lips and blew on his hand. "Yes or no?"

"What are you kidding about?"

"How could it be?" Song Zhi looked at Fa Xiao's idiot behavior and laughed, feeling a little unbelievable.

"Brother Cheng Yan is so honest, why would he do this to me? Have you watched too many TV dramas?"

"That's it." Chen Baiyu also laughed, relieved: "I thought why did you two go there, yes, Fang Chengyan is not that kind of person."

"Yes." Song Zhi followed up.

"So I took the initiative to ask him to blow it to me."

"I said, Brother Cheng Yan, the skin on my hands is almost burnt off, please blow it to me."

Chen Baiyu's eyes widened.

Song Zhi stretched out his hand, signaling for the other party not to get excited. "How fun, how funny."

"..."

"Didn't you say it? He can do it."

"..."

Chen Baiyu was speechless at this moment.

He suddenly felt a huge itchy scalp on the back of his head, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it vigorously, and said to Song Zhi, "Well, there's something wrong, I'll hang up with you first."

He turned his head and exited the chat interface, and sent another voice message with Xiang Bin.

He shared the new life and progress of his silly-haired kid with a broken voice:

"Xiang Bin!!!"

"Song Zhi, Song Zhi is really a showman!!!"

The author has something to say:

President, don't worry.