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

The man did not speak.

Staring at each other for a moment, his expression gradually returned to normal.

Song Zhi's eyes widened, and he asked stupidly, "What's wrong?"

"..." Fang Chengyan tightened his knuckles on his shoulders, and wanted to speak, but he didn't know where to explain to Song Zhi.

"What did you go to him for?" he asked.

Song Zhi paused, determined to tell him.Swallowing, forcibly concealing his fragility, his voice couldn't be calmer: "Two days before my elder brother's accident, I was sending... Qin Huai's discipline inspection report many years ago."

Fang Chengyan fell silent suddenly.

"You suspect that he has something to do with your elder brother?"

"I'm not sure." Song Zhi raised his stubborn face and looked at the man in front of him.

"However, I have been to many places in the past two days..."

There was an unusual light in his eyes, and his tone was very firm: "Things are not what I know."

"My elder brother, my elder brother was killed by someone."

Fang Chengyan's expression became more serious when he heard it, his thin lips were slightly tightened, he held the face of the little tea master with both hands, and he was very serious:

"That's a very dangerous person..."

"I'll check it out for you."

European-style street lamps cast a soft light, and the water that Song Zhisang's lips rubbed against was shining brightly, whether it was pear juice or honey water.After being soaked in the warm pear water, the two rose-colored lips looked very rosy.

"But don't be so reckless just yet."

The man gently wiped off the water stained on his lips with his fingers, again and again.

"……please."

Song Zhi was wiped by him, thinking for a long time there.

Fang Chengyan also knew this person...and, it seemed to be quite familiar.

If that man was really that scary, Song Zhi also felt that he was too bold tonight after hearing what Fang Chengyan said.

Recalling the video I watched in the car just now, Qin Huai looked like a normal successful entrepreneur sitting on the judging panel.But even if he was facing the camera, there would be an exaggerated smile on his face that didn't match his identity and age, and he would even spit out shocking words, which in Song Zhi's eyes - crazy.Fang Chengyan has had contact with Qin Huai before, so he may know what dirty deeds the other party has committed behind his back.As for the nasty things, Song Zhi could figure them out even with his toes.

He nodded and just said, "Remember."

"Okay." The man replied.

The touch under the fingertips is soft and soft.

Fang Chengyan seemed to be addicted, rubbing it endlessly.

Song Zhi couldn't open his mouth to speak, and his lips became more and more discolored after being rubbed by a man.After the love, he took the man's hand, moved it away, and said solemnly: "You don't have to worry about me too much, I know that Qin Huai is not a good person."

Ten years ago, the embezzlement of millions was almost sky-high.So bold, what good can he do?

When Fang Chengyan heard it, he had nothing to say: "You know, did you go too?"

"Correct."

Song Zhi's indifferent attitude choked Fang Chengyan so much that he didn't know what to say, and the latter could only tell him over and over again: "Don't go to him again in the future."

"Okay?"

He sighed, his eyes were more serious than ever: "Don't have any positive encounters with this person."

Song Zhi nodded, agreeing.

Fang Chengyan felt relieved.

"Sorry, I need to make a work call."

"Let's fight, I'll sit here and wait for you." After Song Zhi finished speaking, he continued to eat pears.

Fang Chengyan walked from the seat in front of the coffee shop to the corner of the street, and then dialed Qing Yuan's phone number:

"President."

After Secretary Han reported today's search results.

Fang Chengyan cut to the chase and said, "Cheng Kaizu took it away."

really.

Secretary Han lamented that the boss is wise and mighty, the judgment in the morning was not wrong, and they have been looking for a day in Lingshan County.

Immediately afterwards, his boss threw out even more shocking news: "Cheng Kaizu has been in contact with Qin Huai recently."

Secretary Han was startled and didn't make a sound, but his mouth was already opened into an "O" shape.

This is...how did these two people get in touch?

Fang Chengyan said: "Check to see if Zhang Ming drove out of town within five days."

"If not, then—"

Word by word, loud and clear.

"Look for someone at the junction of Lingshan County and Qingyuan Town."

"Understand?"

"Understood!" Secretary Han kept the boss's words firmly in his heart.

Fang Chengyan hung up the phone, and when he came back, there was only a thin pear left in Song Zhi's hand, which had been gnawed clean.

"By the way." Song Zhi raised his head and asked him, "Has your grandfather arrived in Beijing yet?"

"Ah."

Song Zhi pouted and nodded: "That's right."

"Right what?"

"You have to worry about his old man! Otherwise, how can you be someone's grandson!"

"of course."

Fang Chengyan said, "Then... come to my house?"

"The old man is at home now."

Song Zhi was taken aback by his question, and politely refused: "No, let's wait until the Chinese New Year. Then I will prepare a big gift, and then I will visit his old man."

The conversation fell silent.

There were few people in the pedestrian street, and the cold wind blew up. They were sitting at the corner of the street. When the wind blew past, Song Zhi's hair was blown into a mess.

"I'm freezing to death." Song Zhi got up and threw the pear into the trash can by the side of the road, raised his chin, and pulled the zipper of his coat to the highest point.

"Rest in another place." He called Fang Chengyan: "Let's go."

The latter followed suit.

Song Zhi saw the pear in his hand. After the man took a bite, he seemed to hold it in his hand without moving it. He asked, "Don't you want to eat it?"

"Don't like this kind of overly sweet?"

"Ah."

"Then give it to me."

Fang Chengyan handed him the roasted pear.

Song Zhi didn't dislike it either, he took it and gnawed on it. He dragged Fang Chengyan to find a nearby alley out of the wind and stood there.When he swallowed the last sip of the juicy, crystal clear pear flesh, he found that the man still thoughtfully blocked the wind with his body.

No wonder it wasn't so cold.

Looking up again, Fang Chengyan reached out again, put his palm against his chin, and wiped his wet lips.

This is a narrow, dark alley, which is different from the openness of the street outside.

Song Zhi smiled helplessly, and held his hand in advance to prevent the other party from rubbing his mouth strangely.

"do not……"

Before the words finished, Fang Chengyan had already blocked the wall with one hand, so that his voice was swallowed up in a sincere kiss.

It was just a little sucking and licking, but before Song Zhi could react, he felt as if he had been poisoned with hallucinogens, and his heart throbbed non-stop.

The warm lips pressed against his, but she didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of getting the wound on the corner of his lips.

It is a sweet taste mixed with honey and pear flesh.

But with a light kiss, stop there.

Fang Chengyan couldn't help himself, but he stopped. He cared about the band-aid on the corner of Song Zhi's mouth. He thought that the other party would start to pretend to be garlic next, but he didn't expect that Song Zhi had an experience. This time, he didn't panic, and he was quite carefree ——

He blinked and said to the man in a very low voice: "It feels good."

He licked his lips and moved closer.

At this moment, the president's heart was so excited that he couldn't move anymore.

Song Zhi's sinking look immediately elicited a more enthusiastic response, his strong arms suddenly pulled him tight, and his chest pressed against each other. In the alley where there was no light shining in, the clouds could not see the clouds, and the moon could not see the moon.

The gentle kiss made Song Zhi feel as if he had fallen into the sea. This feeling... really makes people panic and bewildered.

But the man ignored his slight struggle, put his big hands on his back, and hugged him tightly.But Song Zhi was still a little nervous after all, he was holding the man's expensive suit in his hands, clenched into a fist, and he was about to get the buttons off his suit.

Lips and tongue were still tightly pressed together, Fang Chengyan seemed to kiss not enough, again and again.

In the endless ambiguous atmosphere, Song Zhi gradually let go of his hands, and even... his hands clung to the man's neck.The little tea master has always been a person who can only see the life in front of him. He is greedy for Fang Chengyan's tenderness, but he refuses to give a definite response. It is really irresponsible.

But at this second.

Song Zhi just wanted to indulge in this long kiss irresponsibly.

The two kissed for an unknown amount of time, and when Song Zhi's legs became weak and Fang Chengyan picked him up by Fang Chengyan's waist, and then continued to kiss endlessly, he suddenly cried out in pain.

"what!"

"what happened?"

"It hurts." Song Zhi covered his mouth with his hand and complained.

Oh shit.

It's not good to hurt, but it hurts the mouth.

Instead, Fang Chengyan stood by the wall, smiling at him, in an overly happy mood.

Song Zhi gave him a reproachful look, and pushed him out of the alley: "Let's go, I have to go home."

"Go to my house." The man stood still in front of the alley and looked back at him.

"Don't go."

Fang Chengyan faced him with a hurt expression on his face.

Song Zhi, like Pi Houer, helped him to run, and jumped on his back: "Why should I go to your house?"

"I must not be kept overnight by your enthusiastic grandpa?"

The man held his knees with his big hands, tilted his head slightly, showing a handsome profile, and said in a low voice:

"Then spend the night."

Song Zhi punched him and jumped off the president.

"I won't talk nonsense with you."

"Let's go now!"

Song Zhi was sent home.

Song's mother had just finished washing the dishes and came out of the kitchen wiping her hands. She ran into her youngest son who opened the door and came home with a happy face.

She stood at the door, watched Song Zhi take off his coat and change his shoes, then suddenly poked her head over and called out, "Oh, what's wrong with your mouth, it's so swollen? There's still an injury?"

Song Zhi's movements stopped for an instant, and he casually said, "I'm angry."

Song's mother showed dissatisfaction, and began to reprimand others: "Are you angry? Go out with Chen Baiyu all day long and eat those things outside. It's no wonder you don't get angry."

"When will you be able to have a decent dinner at home? Have you ever had a meal cooked by your own mother these days?"

Song Zhi knew he didn't understand, so he couldn't answer, so he changed his slippers, for fear that his mother would see something in his mouth again.

Song Guoxiao was sitting beside the sofa. Seeing that Song Zhi was silent, he said dissatisfiedly, "Have you asked me anything?"

Song Zhi still didn't say a word, thinking, if you don't eat at home, wouldn't that mean you don't want to see you?

"It's okay, it's okay." Seeing that something was wrong, Song's mother quickly pulled Song Zhi away and led him into the room.

"What did you eat outside?" She asked at the door of Song Zhi's bedroom.

The little tea master told the truth: "I ate two pears."

The mother was quite puzzled: "Is that all? I just fooled around with a dinner like this?"

She had just wiped her hands, and turned around to go to work in the kitchen again: "There is still some white porridge in the pot, I'll bring it to your room to eat."

"no need."

"I'm so full."

"Why are you full?" Mother reprimanded, "You are so hungry that you could poke someone to death!"

"Oh, look at what you said, you can't kill yourself." Song Zhi's tone was a little impatient.

If he could poke someone to death, Fang Chengyan would have been poked a long time ago when he first kissed.

"Eat something."

"If you don't want to eat it, I'll get you some noodles."

Song Zhi leaned on the door frame, looking at the woman's concerned face, maybe because he got along with the man for a while tonight, his emotions became more delicate, and he reached out to hug the woman in front of him:

"Don't worry about you, every day, are you tired?"

Song's mother was still angry at first, so she froze for a moment, then patted the big 1.8-meter-tall son in her arms:

"I see that you are happy, and I am not tired."

The author has something to say:

Song Zhi: I can't do anything, I can eat and slap my mouth.

above the neck.

nothing else.