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

In the terrible silence, Fang Sheng's voice suddenly came from the corridor:

"Huh? Who ordered this?"

As soon as the words fell, two workers walked in carrying a large kraft cardboard box together: "Hello, is this here?"

The tall man stood up from the bed: "Yes."

The installer then started to determine the location with the owner of the room, and after measuring the distance, he opened the box—exposing the wall-mounted up and down curved screen inside.

Drill the holes, install the wall nails, install it, and the large black screen immediately fills a wall.

"Then let's go first, and if you have any problems later, you can contact the headquarters for repairs." A worker said.

"It's work."

Fang Chengyan turned around and stuffed the remote control and game controller into Song Zhi's palm.

Is the latest Madcatz, Bumblebee limited edition PS4.

The latter directly threw the handle back into his arms, his lips were slightly pursed, and his face looked neither salty nor bland.He refused to eat his food, nor played with him, as if he was on the bar, just opened his eyes and passed the time.

Fang Chengyan was also full of patience, watching by the bed.

Take good care of it.

……

Song Zhi leaned on his back for two hours. Fang Chengyan stared at him like crazy, and finally couldn't help it. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed under the watchful eyes of the man.

Stubbornness.

It was the first time I was cured today.

He frowned, walking in a strange posture, and moved himself to the door at an extremely slow speed.

Fang Sheng was outside, carrying a plate and going to the kitchen, when he saw Song Zhi standing at the entrance of the second floor, he froze immediately:

"Song Zhi?"

"Why are you here?"

Fang Sheng's gaze stayed on the other party's pale lips, hands clenched on the stairs, and... unnatural walking posture, and he seemed to understand everything in an instant.There was a wonderful change in his expression in an instant, and he looked at his nephew——

Fang Chengyan was standing in the bedroom with a gloomy face behind his back, staring sadly at Song Zhi's back.

Really good! ! !

Fang Sheng roared in his heart.

A few days ago, I was seriously injured and hugged my relatives. I got better these two days, so I took the little guy to bed and made it like this...

Fang Changyun just came back from watering the flowers outside. He was carrying a water bottle, and he saw Song Zhi downstairs. He was also very surprised: "When did Xiao Zhi come here?"

"Why didn't I pay attention?"

"..."

Song Zhi struggled to stand on the first step, controlling his trembling legs, speechless.

Fang Changyun continued to ask: "Have you been staying in Chengyan's room?"

"Yeah." He nodded, "Drunk last night..."

"Oh--"

The old man responded with a long voice, and then glanced at Song Zhi's clothes, wondering how the two of them got so close.

"Fang Sheng, the agency will come over later." He said, "Go wash your face and shave! Don't watch the TV every day!"

When Fang Sheng heard this, his expression was instantly as if he had been fed shit, and he was not about to clean the dishes, so he turned and went straight into the room.

Fang Changyun also carried the kettle and walked towards the utility room.

Song Zhi finally stepped down a step with difficulty. When he lifted his legs, the roots of his legs were sore.

He went down layer by layer, trying to ignore the unbearable pain behind him.

"Where are you going?"

The voice was stable and gentle, but it made him feel irritable and harsh.

Fang Chengyan didn't know when he appeared from behind Song Zhi, wrapping his arms around his waist, this action immediately relieved most of his pain.

He led people out, and the moment he pushed open the door of the living room, Song Zhiwei squinted his eyes in the bright sunlight.

The courtyard surrounds the entire villa, and you can only see the huge scale of the garden behind the building when you go around the back of the building.

There is a magnolia tree in the center of the courtyard, with its trunk stretched obliquely. When it warms up, new buds emerge. Both sides are full of purple vine roses, with sparse branches and round green leaves.Since it had just been watered, the air was filled with the smell of sunshine, moisture and soil, warm and calm.

In the corner of the garden, there is also a wicker chair for resting.

Fang Chengyan forcibly led Song Zhi onto the small gravel road, and then sat down on the wicker chair.

This location is facing the rear window of the villa room.

So aboveboard! ! !

Aren't you afraid of being seen by his family? ?

Song Zhi panicked for a moment, he really didn't want to be hugged like this, struggled twice, and finally escaped from the firm embrace.In the end, before taking two steps, he fell awkwardly into the green eustoma bushes in front of him.

A piece of gray and white slender stalk was crushed by the knee, with light green petals and flower buds on top, the single and double petals are distinct, and the color is fresh and refined.

"Does it hurt from the fall?"

Fang Chengyan stood up and stretched out his hand towards him. The winter sun caused a shadow to bloom under the man's feet.

Song Zhi looked at him incredulously, and cursed in a tone of hatred: "You seem to be sick!"

"Get the fuck away!"

Fang Chengyan grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him back to his seat. This time, he was placed in a position lying on the opponent's lap.

And the most embarrassing thing is that this humiliating posture of kneeling on the ground and pushing up the buttocks actually relieved... the burning pain.

"Let go!" He straightened his body and protested.

Fang Chengyan said in a low voice:

"I thought you just wanted to hang around."

In the lush green garden, there are crisp birdsong from time to time, and the sun passes through the herb bushes at half a person's height, leaving a golden kiss.

Fang Chengyan held him down, and the back of the hand holding the side of his waist had already burst into blue veins, which showed how much force he had used, but the movement of the other hand was very different. He touched the back of his neck very gently, comforting Song Zhi's heart. mood.

The two extreme contradictions merged in him at this moment.

Beneath the gentle and polite surface is a possessive desire that is always on the verge of eruption.

"..."

Seeing that Song Zhi obeyed, he looked up at the villa from time to time, and the man comforted him:

"I don't mind if they know."

Song Zhi laughed angrily: "Are you crazy!?"

"Do you really know what you're doing?"

The other party is still talking to himself: "If you are worried."

"I can take you to my other apartment."

"..."

Song Zhi choked for a moment and didn't know what to say.

The sun shone on his back, which was unbelievably warm, and a big hand came up from behind and gently rubbed his waist.

"Why did you come to me drunk last night?" Fang Chengyan seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking: "Are you here to say goodbye to me..."

"..."

"when are we leaving?"

"..." Song Zhi was annoyed and kept silent.

The man's big hand slightly increased the strength, and reiterated again in a low voice: "What, what, time, time, go."

Song Zhi wailed, his back was sore from being rubbed, and he answered with wrinkled facial features.

"next week……"

The conversation ended here, and the two stayed silently on the wicker chair.

Fang Chengyan raised the hem of Song Zhi's shirt and continued to rub it for him.

The strength of the big hand became moderate again, making him crispy and soft, sore and itchy.I want to escape, but I have to admit that it is really comfortable.

It seemed that he had become the tip of a man's hand in an instant, and his whole body was about to melt under the sun.

The sun in the winter afternoon lazily shone in the small courtyard. The little tea master was already white, but now under the dazzling sunlight, his skin was somewhat transparent, and his side face was clearly outlined. He was lying on the man's lap, neck A touch of rose color is extra eye-catching.

If it is not shrouded in a strange atmosphere, it can be said to be a beautiful painting from a distance.

This rare silence lasted only for a while, and then was broken by the sound of a car approaching.

Fang Changyun's voice came from the front of the villa, and it sounded like he was on the phone with someone: "Okay."

"I came out and saw you."

"I'm coming."

Song Zhi heard the voice and sat up slowly.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the old man chatting with someone for a while, and shouted: "Fang Cheng, where are Fang Chengyan and Song Zhi?"

"I do not know."

Fang Changyun shouted at home: "Fang Chengyan!"

"What about people!"

The old man kept looking for someone in front, and the man behind the villa sighed: "Let's go."

Song Zhi got rid of Fang Chengyan's hand and walked to the hall with a limp.

Fang Changyun saw someone, and hurriedly pushed Song Zhi onto the sofa: "You're one of them too!"

The moment he sat down, Song Zhi's cold sweat started to break out again when he got there.Fang Sheng sat on the opposite sofa, sizing them up silently, without saying anything.

The guest who came was a woman about 40 years old. Fang Chengyan only glanced at it and knew what she was here for.

The woman boasted to Fang Changyun for a long time, saying that she made many pairs during the Spring Festival, and then she turned around and asked about Fang Chengyan: "This is... your family's...?"

The old man hates iron but not steel: "Yes."

The woman glanced at Fang Chengyan, her face was extremely surprised, and she boasted bluntly: "You are so handsome, why worry? I can tell you all about female stars!"

Fang Changyun waved: "Hey!"

"Just like this, don't talk about your family's conditions! Even if the family is poor and can't get rid of it, you can still find a good girl!"

Song Zhi came to his senses, but he sat uncomfortably, and if he stayed here for a second, his waist seemed to be broken.

He just twisted a little impatiently, and a powerful arm reached out from behind to support his waist, quietly providing a little support and relieving the intense pain.

Women's words are not useful to Fang Changyun at all.

Worry!Worry to death!

She turned around, Fang Chengyan asked with a smile, "What kind do you like?"

Fang Sheng was very speechless, resigned to his fate and fell on his back on the sofa, several times a year, endlessly.

Now, facing this situation, he still wants to laugh a little, and let a young couple press their heads to go on a blind date. I really want to know how Fang Changyun will react when he finds out about the two of them.

Eighty percent of them should be dumbfounded.

Fang Chengyan glanced at Song Zhi, and said lightly:

"Begging for a change of heart."

As soon as this word comes out.

The air suddenly became quiet.

The old man was so angry that he raised his forehead, he didn't think the same thing about Fang Chengyan, a month later, he still likes that girl who rides a few boats! ?

He was really displeased, but he thought, no matter whether the girl can get along or not, at least Fang Chengyan is finally willing to admit it to his family.

If Fang Chengyan has the ability to get people back into his hands, then, then let her...

The woman glanced at Fang Changyun, obviously not expecting this situation, and then asked Song Zhi: "Then, what about you?"

"..."

The man next to him immediately cast his gaze.

"How old are you? What do you do at home?"

"...New Year's 26."

"...a civil servant."

The woman looked at his face with a smile on her face, as if to say, "And then?"

Seeing that Fang Chengyan didn't make any moves here, she began to question Song Zhi repeatedly: "What type do you like, tell auntie!"

Fang Changyun was also encouraging: "Yes, let's open up."

"..." Song Zhi was uncharacteristically unable to say a word.

"Then look for the pretty ones." The old man interjected, "Song Zhi is so handsome!"

"That's for sure, I wrote it down." The middle-aged woman wrote quickly on a red book with a ballpoint pen.

The aunt asked again: "Do you like tall ones? Short ones?"

"..."

"Like a talkative one, or a non-talkative one?"

Fang Chengyan was also staring at him, repeating each word seriously: "Like someone who is talkative, or... a person who is not talkative?"

Everyone is watching Song Zhi.

Especially Fang Chengyan's gaze, which seemed to be oppressive and interrogating, made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Do you want a businessman's family, or a business unit similar to yours?"

Song Zhi was ashamed of his mouth, and finally said with his lips: "Anything is fine..."

"We still have to find someone who is more lively." The aunt made a conclusion: "I don't think your child likes to talk."

"Where?" Fang Changyun interrupted: "Song Zhikei has spoken, what's the matter today? I haven't said a word."

"That's it, then I..."

Fang Chengyan interrupted the other party suddenly, and finally he was willing to open his mouth to rescue Song Zhi: "He is suffering from a hangover, let him go first."

"We're going upstairs."

After that, he helped the people around him and walked upstairs.

The latter endured the pain, walked a few steps up the stairs, and was finally hugged by Fang Chengyan in a place out of sight.

"you……"

The man put him on the bed thoughtfully, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He put Song Zhi into a prone position, and began to gently rub his waist again, not forgetting to confess affectionately:

"I always thought that what I liked was conservative and well-behaved."

"But after meeting you."

He paused, and continued: "I just found out that what I like is unrestrained."

"Two options of talking and not talking."

"I wish you could tell me the answer is the latter."

President Fang kneaded for a long time.

Song Zhi didn't speak for a long time, and buried his face in the pillow, as if he didn't want to hear it either.

The man half-closed his eyes, put away this gesture, and said, "I'll serve the meal."

"Let's play the game first."

"I'll take you home tomorrow morning."