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

Winter is approaching, and the days are short and nights are long in the northern hemisphere. When I walked out of the town hall, it was dark.The villagers who responded to the call to watch the game had already left, and the chimneys of the houses on the side of the road were emitting white smoke. It was dark and the last twilight was not gone on the horizon.

Chen Zhengrong still couldn't hide the excitement in her heart, thinking why not take Song Zhi and Fang Chengyan to a restaurant to celebrate.

My uncle was just recovering from a serious illness, and she didn't dare to take anyone to eat anything meaty. She just ordered a few green vegetables and three bowls of porridge in a noisy porridge house in the town with many customers.

It was eight o'clock when I got home.

Fang Chengyan parked the car at the gate of the tea house, the sister-in-law was holding a bunch of things such as teacups and teaspoons in her arms, and Song Zhi was holding a contract in his hand.

The man driving turned around and told him, "After you go back and sign, bring it to me next time."

Song Zhi didn't respond.

The sister-in-law at the side quickly said thank you.

The demolition of the development zone failed to demolish their tea house, but the person in charge of the development zone gave them a permanent waiver of rent for a store?

What kind of pie in the sky is this?

The government's supply of goods has also been obtained. Today is a double blessing, and it is also due to the fact that my brother-in-law has always been lucky, and good things always happen to him.

She smiled from ear to ear, said goodbye to Fang Chengyan, and closed the car door.Turning his head again, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

"mom?"

"You're here?" Chen Zhengrong was shocked, how could she forget about this?

In the car, Song Zhi and Fang Chengyan exchanged a sticky look for the last time, and closed the car door slowly, only to see Song's mother standing at the door with a cold face.

He called out: "Mom."

Mother Song's tone was really bad: "Why did you come back?"

She got on the bus at six o'clock and bumped all the way, finally arrived at this poor place. Because she couldn't understand the local dialect, she found Song Zhi's tea house with great effort. The younger son called, but neither of them answered.

They don't even open the door. Is this what they call "doing business"?

What a coincidence.

Song Zhi didn't bring a mobile phone with him when he went to the hospital in the morning, and Chen Zhengrong's mobile phone was in his bag, and he didn't hear anything when he was eating in the porridge house.

Seeing that her mother-in-law was so angry, she hurried to open the door, invited someone in, and boiled a pot of water, ready to fill a hot water bottle for her.

As soon as he came out of the back room, he heard that his mother-in-law was already teaching his brother-in-law a lesson, urging him to go back to Beijing.

"What's wrong with you, you're such an adult, you still get poisoned after eating?"

"Come back to Beijing with me tomorrow, don't say anything." In front of Song Zhi, she booked the ticket with her mobile phone. "There is no need to open the tea house, I don't think you have made any achievements."

"Don't do this kind of work in the future. If others listen to it, they will say that you are worthless."

"mom--"

Song's mother didn't give him a chance to explain at all: "There is no room for negotiation. I am here this time to bring you back. If I can't take you back, I don't plan to leave."

While paying for the ticket neatly, she complained:

"Your sister-in-law doesn't like you either!"

"Don't blame sister-in-law." Song Zhiku explained hahaha: "It's me who is greedy."

Mother Song's face was still elongated with anger, she glanced at the daughter-in-law who came out of the back room, and said nothing.

Chen Zhengrong smiled awkwardly, stepped forward, and gave her the hot water bottle in his hand.

The atmosphere is stalemate.

Suddenly there was the sound of a rumbling motorcycle outside the door.

"Little Brother Song!"

Tian Jiamu shouted in through the door.

He came out of the town government very late, and as soon as he got off work, he rode a broken motorcycle to find his little Song brother.

Song Zhi came out of the house.

"Jamu."

"Why are you here so late?"

"I'll send you the documents, and I'll take a look at you." After the official Xiaocun finished speaking, he set up the motorcycle.

"Okay." Song Zhi took it over and saw that it was the approval from the Ministry of Finance of the government.

He thought to himself, it's just in time to show his mother how he and his sister-in-law are doing business.

After Tian Jiamu saw that Brother Song had finished reading the document, he looked into the hall absent-mindedly again, as if he was not going to talk to him much, nor did he plan to ask him to sit in the room.

"What happened to you today?"

"I saw you on the stage as if you were sick, and your complexion has been very bad."

"I have a small fever, it's nothing serious."

Song Zhi finished perfunctory with one sentence.

Quiet for a few seconds.

He looked up and saw Tian Jiamu waiting eagerly, and boasted: "Look at your outfit today, you look handsome."

Tian Jiamu laughed and stroked his gelled hair: "That's not as handsome as you."

"You did a good job."

"As expected of a 'top-notch man', we, Xiao Tianer, will no doubt be a big boss of the government in the future!"

Just as Tian Jiamu was about to tell Song Zhibie to tease him, he suddenly heard women arguing in the tea house.

He was taken aback.

Song Zhi hurriedly explained: "My mother came from Beijing today, so she won't let me stay here."

"I'm sorry, Jiamu, it seems that I can't greet you today."

Tian Jiamu was also very discerning: "It's okay, Brother Song, then I'll go back first."

"Talk to Auntie well, don't quarrel."

Song Zhi said "Okay", waved, and hurried in.

Leaving Tian Jiamu alone at the door, he looked at Song Zhi's back a little lonely, silently pushed on the motorcycle, turned around, and drove into the vast night.

Song Zhi strode into the hall.

I only heard my mother shouting: "Can that thing be displayed?"

"What do you want him to think?"

Chen Zhengrong couldn't bear the accusation: "Xiaozhi already knows!"

"you……"

"I didn't say that!"

"I'm also puzzled, I don't know who told him!"

"He only put this tablet out after he asked me!" The sister-in-law blushed with anger, but she still tried her best to control her temper.

Song Zhi hurriedly sandwiched between the two: "Stop arguing!"

He heard the words and already knew what was going on.Angry in my heart, I said with anger: "So what if I know!?"

"I'm a fool, can you be happy?"

The two women fell silent.

Song Zhi said: "Sister-in-law, you should go back to sleep first."

He was about to give the approval in his hand to his sister-in-law when he suddenly remembered that he hadn't impressed his mother yet.

"This is your son's reward today."

He flicked the white paper vigorously: "Given by the government."

"It means that you can get a fixed income every year, and your son will not starve to death here."

"I won't go back with you right now, and you should leave your ticket early." He remembered the agreement with Fang Chengyan and said, "Let's talk about it at the end of the year."

Mother Song's eyes widened: "Why did you talk to me!?"

"I came all the way to find you, just to see how you are, how did you talk to me?"

"Little Zhi, please speak up!" The sister-in-law hurried to pull Song Zhi, and she became a peacemaker again in a blink of an eye.

Song Zhi stared at the ground for a long time, and felt that his words were a bit too much, but his mouth was still very firm:

"In a word, I won't answer now."

"Put away the documents." He stuffed the paper into the sister-in-law's hand without looking back: "I'm going upstairs."

Waking up early the next day, Song Zhi still wanted to go to the morning market, but his mother grabbed him at the gate and refused to let him go.

He is impatient.

In desperation, Song's mother suddenly said, "What's the use of making an offering to the memorial tablet? Is this your attitude of admitting your mistakes? You should go back and burn incense in front of your brother's grave and kowtow!"

This sentence seemed to have some magical power, and Song Zhi was restrained at once.

He looked as if someone had punched him hard on the forehead, and his whole body was limp.

Seeing him like this, Song's mother hurriedly dragged him to the passenger terminal and left for the airport.

Song Zhi was silent all the way, and arrived in Beijing around noon.

After landing, he sent a message to his sister-in-law to report the itinerary, and saw Fang Chengyan's profile picture in the list, so he remembered to tell the man.

Song's mother walked in front, and he bowed his head behind typing:

[My mother took me back to Beijing. ]

[when? ] The man returned in time.

Song Zhi typed out four words: [It has landed. ]

There was silence on the other side for a while.

[it is good. ]

[understood. ]

Song Zhi thought this conversation was over.

Unexpectedly, the other party knocked and tapped, and sent another sentence: [I will go back early after I am busy, and pay attention to my body. ]

[Be a bit happier. ] followed by a "smiling" emoticon for the elderly.

Song Zhi smiled.

[understood. ]

He came home, and as soon as he finished his lunch, he went back to his room and lay in bed all afternoon.

On the way, I went to the study to look through the things left by my elder brother, and the email that Zhang Lingze wrote to him on the computer a long, long time ago.At night, he really had nothing to do, so he looked at the online shop run by his sister-in-law.

He found that the webpage was a bit too simple, and so were the products, and there were not many listings.

Song Zhi immediately contacted Chen Zhengrong and asked her if she wanted to tie a customer service to his mobile phone in the background.

After patiently teaching my sister-in-law for a long time, I finally got it done.

He connected the customer service system to his mobile phone, and the system asked him to enter his mobile phone number.After Song Zhi entered it, he started to chat with the cloud synchronously.

It turned out that the online store had been open for a few days, but up to now, there was not a single customer.

He decided to change the layout first.

After working until late at night, the system's bell suddenly rang, and someone asked him: [From the same city? ]

[Is it a tea girl? ]

Song Zhi didn't understand what he meant, so he took the time to reply: [The tea man. ]

[Forget it, don't play with men. ]?

Song Zhi was taken aback, and his fingers froze.

[You're not in this business, why did you get the customer service name "Lang Xin"?

[Now those who engage in secret prostitution open tea shops online. ]

Langxin, Langxin is fucking Langxin Tea!

Grass, isn't it? In the middle of the night, Song Zhi felt nauseous.

Damn, how come there are all kinds of b people on the Internet?

The other party's typing speed was so fast: [Do you live in Yihui Garden? ]

Song Zhi paused, how did you know this?He then waited for the customer to speak.

The other party sent a series of messages:

[Really selling tea? ]

[Are you Song Zhi? ]? ? ?

Song Zhi's frown became tighter and tighter, good guy, if you talk a few more words, your fortune will be lost.

Type two words: [No. ]

[Don't pretend, I saw your mobile phone number, and I can find your mobile IP address. ]

The anonymous avatar said again: [I know Xu Hanxiao. ]

[Mistake. ]

[Still pretending, right?I really know you. I heard about you recently. It is said that you have slept with a man. How is it, what is it like to be a "tea man"? (smiling)]

Song Zhi was shocked.

Who the hell did the young master sleep with?

This person can find out who he is based on his mobile phone number. Why does the Internet have no privacy at all!

Song Zhi was really annoyed, he just came back from other places, and everyone in the capital knew that he slept with a man.

What kind of jb troubles are these?

It suddenly occurred to him that Zhang Lingze was doing the same thing in front of the tea house that day. He asked something very confusing, whether he was living with Fang Chengyan or not.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi simply called Fang Chengyan directly, and came up with a thunderbolt: "You told Zhang Lingze that we had sex?"

Even the words are very direct.

Fang Chengyan was in a meeting, and was startled when he heard this question.

It is always difficult for him to explain in front of the employees, so he walked out of the conference room.

The moment he walked out, the secretary glanced at the front desk, and couldn't help but wonder, Mr. Fang actually came out to answer the phone during the meeting?Is this still him?

Fang Chengyan was baffled by him, after all he heard the version himself, but Song Zhi himself told others that they had a relationship.

Now, how come it's the other way around?

After thinking about it, the man replied in a low voice and earnestly: "I didn't say anything."

Secretary Han pretended to stare at the report, but kept looking there.

Wait, why does Fang always show such a sad expression?

"Oh—" Song Zhi let out a long sigh.

"I think so too."

He didn't understand what "shy Neixiu" was, and asked again: "Then did it really happen to us? That time in the bathroom?"

"No." Fang Chengyan replied.

"Then why did you kiss me like that yesterday? So skilled."

The man was at a loss for words, recalling the kiss in the bathroom that was not lingering——

It wasn't even a kiss, it was just lips touching and he cautiously crossed the water towards Song Zhi.

Fang Chengyan didn't know how to respond.

"..."

He was silent, feeling a little heavy.Because there was a lesson learned once, the man knew that if Song Zhi asked this kind of question, he might feel that he didn't know how to face it again, and then began to avoid the question.

——just like last time.

But he didn't expect that the other party's next words were not what he expected——

"Come back and talk about it."

Song Zhi took the initiative to end the topic and stretched himself:

"On the first day in Beijing, I actually missed you a little bit."

"..."

Fang Chengyan was completely stunned.

The mirror-like lake seems to have been opened by someone, and the heart is instantly filled with tide-like warmth, with layers of microwaves appearing.

Song Zhi didn't notice it, he operated the computer aimlessly, and found a book about opening an online store on Dangdang.com.

"The Way to Success: Survival Rules for Small Online Businesses".

"I miss a boring person like you, maybe it's because I'm more boring now." He paused, and then said nonsense: "Now, I want to read a book slowly."

"I won't tell you any more."

President Fang's expression now seems to be surprised, but also seems to be very happy, and he slowly smiles.

In short, it was a look the secretary had never seen on his face.

day.

This boyish smirk actually appeared on President Fang's face?

The secretary pretended to be typing on the keyboard, reached out to pick up the phone secretly, pointed at Fang Chengyan, and took a photo.

Send it to the group immediately.

[Mr. Fang seems to be in love. ]

As soon as these words came out, the effect was comparable to a stone-shattering shock.

Immediately a colleague followed: [Yeah!Old trees bloom too! ]

Even the people in the conference room came out to reply one after another: [True or fake! ? ]

[This smile, Mr. Fang is so handsome, he is so sweet! ]

A male colleague sent a teary-eyed cat head: [Sisters, I am broken in love, and I am doomed to have no sleep tonight. ]

The group was extremely lively, but Fang Chengyan was very silent.

"Why haven't you talked?" Song Zhi explained on the other end of the phone: "Don't think too much, it's a normal feeling of missing you."

"Hmm," the man said.

"what are you doing?"

"Meet."

Song Zhi paused: "Huh? Let's not talk about it then."

He's talking a bunch of nonsense here, so don't delay serious people from doing serious things.

"Hanging up, it won't affect your big business talks." He didn't give the man a chance, and hung up the phone directly.

But now.

Fang Chengyan didn't even bother to go back to the meeting.

He messed up the man's heart, but he was still happy, typing crazily on the customer service chat box:

[Your mother, you only sleep with men, you will die if you are a prostitute.You are guaranteed to find a man tonight, you leak your butt and do 0.]

After thinking about it, I deleted it all.

Send out a rose, send out a sentence affectionately:

[Really not, you have identified the wrong person, dear. ]