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

The golden shredded tobacco is fine and flammable, and the place where the flame passes turns into gray and residual sparks.The smoke continued to rise, burning Song Zhi's eyes.Stimulate them so painfully that they even burst into tears.

He was smoking the cigarette.

I want Fang Chengyan to focus on him.

The man stares down.

Then, he took the cigarette from Song Zhi's pale lips and threw it into the ashtray.

When the latter stretched out his hand again, trying to take it back from the opponent's fingertips, his hand was avoided without a trace.Song Zhi looked back, and was suddenly stopped by the waist and hugged in the air.

Fang Chengyan stood up and put him lightly on the desk.

As a result of the straddle position just now, the man is now standing between his legs.Song Zhi propped his hands on his sides, but accidentally touched the mouse on the desktop.

The computer screen, which was originally the stock market trend, immediately switched to a different page.

Photos fill the screen.

——It turned out that all of them were photos of Song Zhi and Zhang Lingze!

Song Zhi's expression changed obviously: "Hey, Fang Chengyan."

He quickly explained: "Isn't it? I don't remember anymore."

Song Zhi began to panic.

Fang Chengyan was already annoyed a lot because he saw all kinds of people.If he had told the other party just now that on the second night after the court overturned the case, he deliberately did not answer Fang Chengyan's phone call, but instead turned around and called Zhang Lingze, the man would definitely blow it up...

Song Zhi clasped his hands tightly to the edge of the wooden table, revealing the tension in his heart.

Fang Chengyan's big hand was still placed on his lower back, stayed for two seconds, then retracted silently.

They are very close.Song Zhi saw that the man was looking at him with deep eyes.

"Fang Chengyan."

Song Zhi called the man by his name, his eyes were bright, and he was extremely serious.

"Can we still play this time?"

Last time in the snow, he asked the same question.

In the heavy snow and the dim halo of street lamps, blocking the way of the man, he asked him with an angry face:

[Can you still play! ]

[Just say, can we play? ]

"Play?"

The man repeats.

"Yes." Song Zhi expected him to give an answer quickly.

The cigarettes in the ashtray were exhausted, and the fire in his heart was burning him to the point of death.

The two fell into an unspeakable silence.He watched Fang Chengyan's lips tightly pursed, and his throat slipped, as if swallowing back what he was going to say.

Song Zhi continued to wait.

He knew very well that Fang Chengyan was not immature.In the previous quarrel, the other party also chose to tell himself directly that the reason for his anger was that Song Zhi's behavior had left him with a huge gap in reality.

What about this time?

Fang Chengyan still seemed terribly rational, but he refused to tell him no matter what.

"Our relationship."

"Let's stop here..."

He waited and waited, and finally heard the other party say this.

The room was terribly quiet, Fang Chengyan's words were clearly in a gentle tone, but in Song Zhi's ears, it sounded like a thunderclap.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

The other party paused for a moment, stretched out a big hand, and stroked the end of his injured eye very gently: "literally."

The red skin was pulled slightly, and the tears accumulated inside immediately flowed down the corners of the eyes, staining Fang Chengyan's hands.

"..."

The man wiped away the tear for him:

"Don't get hurt all the time."

He turned away.

Song Zhi was dumbfounded.

Compared with that time in Xuedi, his state of mind can be said to be different.At that time, Song Zhi could forcefully grab Fang Chengyan, easily catch up with the man and question him loudly, and even yell at the man.This time, he didn't even know what he did wrong. Seeing the man's fickle look, he thought dully, how could there be such a huge contrast between the front and back of a person?

He sat there in a panic, realizing that he was really being held.

The door of the study was closed with a sound of locking.

Song Zhi didn't look back, the tears just now were smoked out by the cigarettes.But now, he really wanted to cry.

He sat on the desk stupidly and didn't follow.After waiting for a long time, the figure walked out of the study room lonely.

Downstairs, Fang Chengyan was not in the living room.

"Come, sit here." The old man warmly greeted him.

The nanny immediately presented the sliced ​​fruits, including sugar oranges, cherries, African blood oranges, custard apples...the fruits were cut into slices, and fresh juice overflowed from the surface, exuding a sweet smell.

Fang Changyun pushed the carved fruit plate over and asked him to pick it first, but Song Zhi couldn't resist and picked up a blood orange.

Blood red blood red color.

"I like these oranges too." The old man managed to find a topic, and he turned his head and told Fang Chengyan's mother: "When I was in the south, I could eat it with Xiaozhi!"

"We both like salty and sour tastes."

He talked on his own, without noticing Song Zhi's strange emotion at all: "Fang Chengyan can't do it, just eat something strong and drink water!"

"Our family can't eat a pot of rice with him!"

Fang Sheng was pulling out the stalks of cherries, and hurriedly interrupted his father: "Keep your voice down, you're arguing every day that you and Cheng Yan won't be able to eat a table together."

"Don't make people unable to come down for dinner later."

"Okay." Fang Changyun laughed twice.

There is an anti-Japanese drama on TV, which was found by the old man.He ate the fruit and began to explain to Song Zhi.

The latter always sat stiffly, sometimes answering a few words.Until a rural daughter-in-law was cooking in the play, the topic of the old man suddenly jumped to the blind date: "There are still about [-] days until the Spring Festival?"

"I'm going to arrange a blind date for Fang Sheng, Xiao Zhi, you will come when the time comes."

Song Zhizheng tried his best to smile, trying to refuse.

As a result, Fang Sheng spoke first: "You save yourself!"

"The three of us can't get along, so just stop and stop, let us go with fate, please!"

"It's not the three of you." The old man said with a smile before Song Zhi opened his mouth, "My company commander's granddaughter has come to Beijing."

"Grandpa is a military brigade, deputy military rank, and the girl was born in a five-good family! He and Chengyan are still baby relatives!" A mysterious smile appeared on his face, and the wrinkles on his face were slightly affected: "I saw that girl .”

"It's as lively as other people's Xiaozhi, and they call me 'Grandpa' one by one."

He turned his head to look at Song Zhi, and warned: "Cheng Yan is a boring gourd."

"There's nothing good in his mouth. Tell him to learn more from you these days so that he won't be disgusted by other girls."

Song Zhi's smile stiffened.

Frozen on the face, like fake leather, can't fall off.

"He won't be on a blind date this year?" Fang Sheng sighed, "Oh, if you want to blame, blame the one Cheng Yan found before. It's really not good."

Fang Sheng is really a big mouther, and he never gave any secrets to his father. When he came home that night, he kept his mouth shut. After sleeping, he turned around and told the old man about Fang Chengyan smoking outside the next day.

Fang Changyun was also stunned on the spot, why is that girl so restless, stepping on several boats at once?

He had already heard that the company commander's granddaughter was back, and before going to bed, he planned in his heart that he would lead this marriage to her.

Song Zhi sat in the corner of the sofa, gnawing on the blood orange in a daze, the tip of his tongue seemed to have lost the ability to sense the sweet and sour taste in an instant, and chewed slowly in his mouth.

He got it.

No wonder...the way it was just now...

Don't delay President Fang's marriage.

The old man was very enthusiastic and was still planning. He said to Fang Sheng: "Cheng Yan will be [-] next year. When you are [-], the whole family will be anxious to death. Now that you have set a precedent, everyone has a high tolerance and no one is in a hurry. No one urged Fang Chengyan."

"You're not in a hurry!" He suddenly turned to quarrel with his daughter-in-law.

The beautiful daughter-in-law was watching the anti-Japanese drama, and she was stunned when she was suddenly reprimanded by him.The fingertips that were painted with red nail polish pinched the cherries, and his expression froze, not giving the old man a good face.

Fang Changyun: "It must be resolved this year!"

He also leaned over half of his body, and told Song Zhi affectionately: "When the time comes, the matter will be settled, and Xiao Zhi will come."

"You are also part of our family, let's sit at the same table and sit at the front!"

Song Zhi couldn't take another bite, so he laughed dryly: "Yes, definitely."

Fang Changyun finally finished speaking, looking at the TV with a smile on his face, as if he had great confidence in the future.

Song Zhi stayed there in a daze, the sadness in his heart rose and gradually overwhelmed him, and the sound of the TV could no longer be heard in his ears.

After two or three minutes, he really couldn't stay any longer:

"I'm leaving today, Grandpa."

"what?"

"We haven't eaten yet."

Song Zhi's eyes were swollen, and he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

Fang Chengyan's mother was also trying to persuade her to stay: "The nanny will be ready soon, just wait a little longer."

"No more."

If you stay here, President Fang won't be able to go downstairs to eat.

They saw that Song Zhi acted as if something was really going on, and walked in a hurry, grabbed the down jacket hanging at the door, and gave them a reason: "My mother is eating at home by herself, I'll go back and have a look."

"next time."

He raised his foot to leave, but the living room of Fang's house was too big, so he turned around and found the wrong door, and ran towards the kitchen.

Turning back with a pale face, he said, "Your family doesn't need to send it away."

"Let Fang Sheng drive you." Fang Changyun said.

Hearing this, Fang Sheng prepared to follow behind to get clothes and change shoes.

"It's okay." Song Zhi said.

"Eat quickly!"

He showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "I went outside and beat him."

Then he ran away as if fleeing.

Fang Chengyan's home is a little far from the urban area, and there are few rentals.

He walked out of the botanical garden-like courtyard quickly, feeling the cold wind blowing in his face.

Put your hands in your pockets.

Immediately, he touched a cold gadget in the pocket of the sweater.

Take it out.

It was carved by Fang Chengyan... a small tricycle.

Under the moonlight, the smooth metal surface glowed coldly, icy and cool.

Song Zhi lifted it up, looked at it for a moment, then turned his hand and threw it into the grass by the side of the road.

It is too cold at night in winter, and there are not many people on the street.Song Zhi stood at the corner of the street, waiting for a taxi conveniently.

Not long after, a car passed by, but the sign on the front of the car showed the word "Full" in red.

He continued to wait, but unfortunately he couldn't concentrate, and began to daze beside the green belt on the roadside.

Finally, when another car passed by, he forgot to wave and told the master to stop.When I came back to my senses, the taxi with the words "empty" had already run away.Only then did he follow the past blankly, only the rear of the car remained in his field of vision.

Doll dear...

really good...

He stared at a deep yellow leaf at his feet, after the frost in autumn and several heavy snowfalls in winter, it has not yet turned into mud.

For some reason, the vicious words he once let off to the man suddenly popped up in Song Zhi's mind:

"I will invite you on the day I get married! Even if you don't plan to come, I have to tell your grandpa, and I will drag you here no matter what!"

"When the time comes, I will send you an invitation card and sit in the front row. You have no place to cry!"

have to.

Take a turn.

He didn't curse Fang Chengyan, but it was fulfilled to himself.

I really have no place to cry...

He stepped on the leaf lightly, and the leaf that had been holding on for several months without turning into soil humus was completely shattered, scattered along the dry veins, scattered on the ground.

Song Zhi looked up at the street again, and decided not to take a taxi at all, and walked back by himself.

Just walked out a few steps, the more I want to curse the backlash, the happier I am.

He actually laughed.

Really awesome.

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It's all for the sweetness in the back!