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

Compared with the distance from Fang Chengyan's office to the tea house, it took much more time to travel from the old man's house to the tea house.

Fang Chengyan drove all the way back, parked the car at the side of the road, walked through a bamboo forest path, and walked into the gate.

Fang Changyun was sitting upright in the living room, staring at the advertisements on the TV. When he heard the sound of the car being locked in the yard, he looked in the direction of the door.

But he saw that only Fang Chengyan entered the door.

"What about people?" he asked.

His good grandson only said two words: "I didn't come."

The Sichuan characters between the old man's brows are all wrinkled: "All the dishes on the table are cooked."

"Why didn't you bring anyone here?"

Fang Chengyan didn't speak, he took off his suit jacket, and a nanny quickly stepped forward to take it.

The old man felt strange: "Why don't people come when you ask you to invite someone? It's the same as last time."

"How did you tell people?" Fang Changyun sat down on the sofa again, raised his head and asked him.

Fang Chengyan unbuttoned the top two buttons, and replied: "He has eaten."

The old man frowned for a long time, "It's still early."

He continued to inquire and asked: "Is it always early to eat in my family?"

"No."

Fang Chengyan walked into the bathroom, and after washing his hands, he took the chopsticks from the cook: "He didn't eat in the morning, and he was hungry at noon, so he ate early."

The man sat at the dining table and began to eat silently.

"What are you eating? Eat out of restaurants? Then you can't go out to restaurants every day, right? His sister-in-law has been out for so long and doesn't know how to cook. Who cares about him?"

Seeing that Fang Chengyan didn't want to talk more, the old man moved from the sofa to the dining table.

The nanny has been helping Fang's family for many years, and she has watched Fang Chengyan grow up. She felt that the child was tired enough after get off work, and he couldn't stop being questioned by his grandfather, so she interrupted and said, "Don't fuck too much. Heart, such a big boy, surely he won't starve himself to death."

The old man glanced at her, and the nanny realized that she had said something wrong.

Fang Chengyan only said, "Hurry up and eat," and didn't say another word.

This lunch was extremely quiet, the nanny used to be only for him and the old man.This time, he told her ten thousand times, and even personally came to the kitchen to tell her what to do, and told her to make enough food for five big men, and she couldn't finish it.

Halfway through the meal, the old man felt that the air pressure in his body was low, as if he was not very happy, so he slowed down his tone, Fang Chengyan cared a bit:

"How can you tell me that you are not happy?"

"No."

"What's bothering you?"

"No." The man's eyes didn't fluctuate in the slightest, and he replied, "Why?"

"When you encounter difficulties, remember to tell your family members that you are really busy, and give yourself a vacation." The old man only thought that Fang Chengyan was too tired recently, or encountered some troubles in the business field, and did not tell Song at all. Think about it.

"Song Zhi opened a tea house, isn't he just sifting tea and buying goods every day, and doing boring things day after day? Look at him, why is he so happy all the time, such a pretty prodigal?"

Three sentences are inseparable from Song Zhi.

"Your child has a bad temper, follow your father." Fang Changyun originally wanted to express his concern, but as he spoke, the tone of his words always turned into a tone of reprimanding the younger generation.

Fang Chengyan stared at the broccoli in front of him, and replied, "It's very pretty."

It's been a day.

One second the little clerk kept saying "Brother Cheng Yan" and praised him for being teasing, but the next second he was teased by others' words, and he ran away without looking back.

Song Zhi always speaks well, saying "what should we do, or what should we do".But in terms of behavior, he didn't behave like he said at all - not only started to avoid people, but also pretended to be jealous of Fang Chengyan. When the two faced each other, Song Zhi would still laugh at him, as if everything Nothing happened.

Such an attitude made people helpless. Fang Chengyan ate without saying a word, but his heart was scratching like a cat's paw.But a shrewd businessman will never sit still, he has already made a decision in his heart.

——Song Zhi has many friends because of his personality.Since he can be easily left behind, then tie them together so that he cannot be left behind.

Fang Chengyan put down his chopsticks and said lightly:

"He is thin-skinned and doesn't want to trouble others."

"He won't listen to me when I talk to him. But you, if you call him as an elder... Song Zhi is very obedient, you won't refuse to listen."

He pretended to be absent-minded, and added: "His sister-in-law will not be back until six days later, why not let him come here all the time."

"Is that the case?" When the old man heard it, six days, is it okay?Immediately put down the bowls and chopsticks, and greeted the nanny: "Xiao Liu, bring me my phone."

The moment Fang Chengyun answered the phone, Fang Chengyan got up and walked to the entrance.He took out his cell phone from the jacket he just took off, found the cell phone address book, and showed Song Zhi's number in front of the old man.

The old man's eyes were a little dazed, he half-closed his eyes at the phone, and pressed a long string of numbers seriously.

Was connected quickly.

Fang Chengyan was listening by the side, his eyes were slightly closed so that no one could see any emotion.

"Hey, is it Xiao Song?"

"Yes." Song Zhi replied.

"I'm Fang Changyun."

"It's you, I heard it!"

Before Fang Changyun could say anything, Song Zhi suddenly thought of something, and apologized first: "I'm really sorry, Grandpa, I ate early today, so I didn't go, and let my brother Cheng Yan just come for nothing."

He had seen the old man's temper at the dinner table before, and he was afraid that Fang Chengyan would be scolded when he went back, so Song Zhi added in a nasty way: "People kindly persuaded me for a long time, but I am really full."

"I couldn't eat much in the past."

Fang Changyun is getting old, and he is always afraid that the other party on the call will not hear him, so his voice is raised a bit: "Then what about tonight?"

"In the evening..." Song Zhi muttered, but he still couldn't think of a suitable excuse.As a result, the old man slapped his thigh and made a decision for him directly: "Just at night! Ask Fang Chengyan to pick you up after work! It's far away, and you will have to walk for a long time."

The person on the other end of the phone hurriedly persuaded him: "Don't tell me, we really don't need to do this. It's not that I can't eat, I just can't be bothered to cook. We can also order takeaway in our town, which is very convenient."

The old man's voice was like a bell: "That's the decision."

Then "snap" and hang up the phone.

……

Fang Changyun acted resolutely, and Fang Chengyan had to take him with him at night, and came to find Song Zhi himself.

The little tea master was playing chess with Uncle Zheng, and the two fought fiercely near the border of the Chu-Han River, and they couldn't kill each other for a while.Fang Changyun stood in front of the chessboard, Zheng Haizhong and Song Zhi both turned their heads.

"Come on, both of you go to my house for dinner!"

Song Zhi put down the chess pieces and stood up: "Why did you come here in person?"

He quickly glanced at Fang Chengyan behind him, and then looked back.

"I won't go." Uncle Zheng pointed behind him, his eyes squinted with a smile: "My daughter is going back to her mother's house today, and she is cooking soup in the house."

"Yo, my old comrade-in-arms lived a happy life in his later years."

"That's something you have to eat with your daughter." Fang Changyun said, "I'll take away Song Zhi, who nobody cares about."

"Tell this stinky boy to go with you." Zheng Haizhong told him, "Last night, this little bastard was so hungry that he made himself a stir-fried bean."

Uncle Zheng pointed to a black plastic bag on the trash can across the street: "As a result, the dried chili seeds choked myself to death, and I coughed until midnight, so loud that I got up to feed the chickens."

Song Zhi blushed for a while: "Master, stop talking."

"Let's go, if you really don't have those two tricks, don't make things difficult for yourself."

Song Zhi pursed his lips: "Okay, then let's play here first, and you save this chess board for me."

"Go." Uncle Zheng waved his hand and told him to go. "I'll close the tea house for you."

Fang Changyun exchanged pleasantries with him, and then told Song Zhi to get in the car.

They sat in the back seat together, and even after arriving at the destination, he followed the old man.

On both sides are bamboo forests covering an area of ​​about 300 square meters. Only after passing through a small gravel road with winding paths, can you see a country villa of more than [-] square meters under the cover of bamboo forests.The color of the bamboo in this season is not green enough, and the leaves are a bit sparse, but they are still straight and tall.

Song Zhi walked along the road for a while, thinking that this is really a good place to retire.

As soon as you enter the gate of the villa, you have to walk through a closed courtyard. The place is not big. There is a fountain in the center and a rockery inside. .

It took two more steps to reach the door of the living room. The old man brought him into the house. Song Zhi saw that the furnishings in Fang Changyun's house were all in an old-fashioned decoration style.There are several fragrant books on the art of war on the wall of the TV, and there is also a whole body of jade Guan Erye, who is placed on the desk to the left of the TV for offering. The desk is clean, and incense and wax are burned every day. Pay attention.

Song Zhi couldn't help boasting: "Your decoration is really pompous!"

"But why did you think of buying such a remote place?" On the way here, Song Zhi noticed that there was a rocky beach around, which was deserted.Although he could understand that the old man was a little far away from the world, he was still shocked by the desolation of this land.

"look."

The old man led him to a window in the next room: "This used to be a river, but it's gone now. It's where you and I, Mr. Zheng, were stationed when we were young."

Song Zhi followed and looked over: "Are you feeling nostalgic?"

"Haha, of course nostalgia! Who doesn't like to reminisce about youth, when he was a boy in his teens, now he is a bird from his hometown." When recalling the past, he always couldn't stop the brakes.

"At that time, I was so homesick, I cried and thought to the river, you, Uncle Zheng, was the squad leader, and coaxed me in a different way. Later, the days of serving as a soldier passed in the blink of an eye. After retiring from the army, some soldiers went to In the small market in Yiwu, some people went to the city to shine shoes for people. I carried my iron drill, and the guy went to Beijing to do things with shovel after shovel. Thinking about this day, how could it be so fast..."

"Come on, stop talking, let's go eat!"

Clivia potted plants were placed on both sides of the wall, and Fang Changyun led people to the restaurant seats.

Fang Chengyan also entered at this time.

Song Zhi was assigned to the side closest to the head of the table, and he saw a dish of broccoli with shrimps on the table.

"Cheng Yan told me that you like to eat this, right?"

The old man asked him with a smile, but Song Zhi's face turned red: "Yes."

"Thank you, thank you, your family is so hospitable."

"Look, do the rest of these dishes suit your appetite?"

"It's a good fit, it's a good fit." Song Zhi glanced at it.

Pumpkin cold cake, mushroom rapeseed, salted duck, snowflake beef, and chicken stewed with mushrooms.

He made a flattered expression at the right time: "It's because I don't have eyesight during the day. Your family has such a rich meal, and I don't even come!"

Fang Chengyan was silent at the side.

Great, let's start acting again.

Song Zhi's skill has reached the point of perfection.

The man was sitting directly opposite Song Zhi, listening to Song Zhi chatting with the old man very happily, and there was no room for him to interrupt.

On the way, the old man only said to him, "Cheng Yan, change the position of the plate."

He put Song Zhichang's dish in front of the other party's eyes, and the other party said "thank you", but didn't actually look up at him.

After eating, under the obstruction of the nanny, he insisted on washing the dishes, and his image in the old man's heart was even higher, causing him to keep saying: "What a good boy."

"Okay, grandpa, I'll go back first." Song Zhi bid farewell to him, and couldn't stop saying nice words: "Your family is really considerate in entertaining guests, the service is excellent, and the food is delicious, thank you very much , I’m leaving first today!”

Seeing his posture of going out, the old man was stunned: "This is a few kilometers away from the town."

"It's okay, I just happened to eat some food." Song Zhi stretched out his hand, waved it, and asked the old man to sit down again: "I'm too full."

Fang Changyun persuaded him: "Otherwise, before your sister-in-law comes back, you can live with us."

Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, somehow, unable to control his gaze, he glanced in Fang Chengyan's direction.

He saw the other party standing tall and straight in the aisle of the living room, and he never looked here.

"In this way, you can have breakfast tomorrow. I know you young people don't like breakfast, but you can't miss any of the three meals a day." Something like gallstones.

How can other people's homes be as comfortable as their own?But Song Zhi couldn't resist the old man's enthusiastic request, and finally couldn't evade, and was dragged to see the room.

Nine p.m.

Song Zhi and the old man were watching a military movie in the living room. They were in a hurry to urinate and were about to go to the bathroom.

He was concentrating on thinking about the plot in his head, but unexpectedly, he happened to run into Fang Chengyan who had just come out of the bathroom in the narrow passage in front of the door.

The upper body of the man is naked, the clavicle is distinct, the biceps and deltoids of the arms are round and smooth, the chest muscles are full, the eight-pack abdominal muscles are abnormally strong, and the mermaid line stretches ambiguously to the home pants of the lower body. Will the fake Xu Sanduo return to the army after leaving the barracks?" Song Zhi was stunned for two seconds.

Fang Chengyan was almost as tall as the door, with only a white towel on his shoulders.When he came out and saw Song Zhi, he was taken aback.

"Do you want to go in?" the man asked.His hair was wet, his bushy eyebrows and high nose were still charming and dazzling in the dimly lit narrow passage.

"Ah."

Fang Chengyan opened the door for him with a big hand.

Song Zhi walked past him as quietly as a chicken.

The damp water vapor in the room spread across the face, the window was opened by the man after taking a shower, and there were shampoo bottles used by the man on the shelf next to him, and the smell of the shampoo was faintly carried by the evening wind, which had just passed by him At that time, the smell came.

The more Song Zhi thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong with him. When he saw Fang Chengyan's perfect figure, his mind was full of the picture that the little bum said.

we hold together...

I'm the one with the pants ripped off...

This fucking... The picture is so powerful that he can't accept it anyway.

In the past, Song Zhi might have stopped someone with his hand and commented on the figure of Wang Laowu, but the situation is different now...

"..."

But sir, Fang Chengyan's figure is really good!

After going to the toilet, Song Zhi thought while washing his hands on the sink.

Well, I don't think I've been spoiled by him.

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