he's just my boyfriend

I don't know if it's his illusion, but Fang Qi doesn't know how to tell him anything about work.

Tao Fang thought about it carefully after the gym last time. In fact, he was talking to himself more at that time, and Fang Qi only responded and spoke less.

Later, when he mentioned it a few times, Fang Qi also mentioned it in a few words.

"Fang Qi himself, do you intend to transfer back to Beijing?" Tao Fang couldn't tell what was wrong for a while, but Fang Qi was too tight-lipped, which was abnormal.

Secretary Zhao thought that the two were facing a relationship problem in a different place, so she didn't hide it and said it straight.

"Although Mr. Fang didn't say anything, since his cousin came last time, Mr. Fang has started to pay attention to the situation in Beijing, and I heard that recently, a new employer has invested in Beijing to add senior privates who are not open to the public. The clubhouse is Fangshi’s first attempt to extend out of the traditional hotel industry, and the higher-ups attach great importance to it, so I think Mr. Fang may... indeed have plans to return to Beijing.”

Afraid that Tao could not understand the twists and turns, Secretary Zhao continued to explain: "There are two parties in the hotel, one is the owner and the other is the management. It is the owner who pays for the repair of the hotel. In the past, the owner and the manager of Fangshi Hotel It’s all about me, but this time the private club is managed by the management with Fang Shilai’s help.”

"The resident manager and general manager are usually referred to as managing the transfer of personnel within the group, but the person who has the most say is still the person sent by the management to the hotel."

Tao Fang didn't expect that there would be such a thing: "So he is interested in this?"

Secretary Zhao didn't know Tao Mian's pettiness, and only thought that their county-level city was no match for the capital, and hoped that Tao Mian would think about it.

"I don't want to know the details. I also sent Mr. Fang the K-line chart that I saw on his desk by accident when he signed the documents. Oh, it's stocks. Hey, it's understandable that Fang always wants to go back to Beijing. At most, it will be two years away. You also studied media, and you just went to work in Beijing after graduation."

Tao Fang frowned, and nodded pretending to understand, no matter if he misunderstood, he would save himself the trouble of making up an excuse: "Fang Qi may be afraid that I will be unhappy, so he never mentioned these things to me."

Secretary Zhao agreed deeply: "Fang always really likes you, don't overthink Xiao Tao."

Seeing that Tao Fang was still unhappy, Secretary Zhao continued his efforts: "As soon as you ask Mr. Fang, he will definitely explain everything. It's not a big problem if two people talk about it when you are in a relationship."

If he was willing to confess, he would have confessed a long time ago.

Tao Fang silently decided to try one last time at night.

He smiled at Secretary Zhao: "Thank you Brother Zhao, but don't tell Fang Qi, I'll turn around and ask him what his plan is."

"Okay, it's rare to meet a boss like Fang these days, since both of them..."

Afterwards, Secretary Zhao was just like an old lady holding a lecture hall, forcing Tao Fang to lie down on the table in a daze.

In the end, he said "Brother Zhao, don't you need to go back to work?"

But even if Secretary Zhao didn't say anything, Fang Qi should have made up his mind.

Tao Fang called Secretary Zhao to come, which was a wake-up call for him.

But Fang Qi...unmoved?

Fang Qi came home from get off work.

Tao Fang sat on the sofa obediently with his legs together and looked at Fang Qi, begging for praise.

Fang Qi glanced around the room, the wooden floor was spotless, everything on the TV cabinet and coffee table was neatly arranged, obviously looking well-cared for, and there were two bottles of white wine on the dining table.

As he wished, Fang Qi took off his coat and leaned over to smell his face: "How many hours have you been doing sanitation today?"

"It's much faster than last time. Last time, it was a strategic mistake that got water everywhere." Tao Fang continued to claim credit, "I've already steamed the rice."

"Why are you so obedient today." Fang Qi smiled, raised his chin and ordered some wine on the table, "One bottle for each person?"

"No." Tao Fang got up and took the coat from him, went into the room with him and hung it up, sat on the bed and watched him change his home clothes.

After going to the table, Tao Fang took out the third bottle of wine.

"These two bottles of white wine are just for appetizing and rinsing mouth." Tao Fang tapped the body of the whiskey bottle with his fingers, "There is this at the back."

Fang Qi laughed, and raised his forehead and said: "How much wine did you prepare to pour me, my drinking capacity is really mediocre."

Tao Fang didn't care, he used the corkscrew to pry open the wine bottle and poured it into their goblets.

Most of the white wines are low in alcohol content, and what you drink is the fresh floral and fruity aroma.

Except for some aged wines soaked in skins that need to be decanted to remove sediment, others can be drunk directly from the bottle.

The first thing after pouring the wine, the two raised their glasses and clinked one.

Tao Fang traced Fang Qi's sharp facial lines through the clear liquid in the cup, and joked, "Why don't you come home with me on New Year's Day."

Fang Qi's eyes flashed: "So suddenly?"

"I've been telling you about this all the time, haven't I?" Tao Fang said in a relaxed tone, lowering his eyes and not looking at him, making it hard to guess how serious he is. "My parents are very curious about you."

"Well...will I be beaten?" Fang Qi still had a smile on his face, and he could see a trace of unnatural tension

Tao Fang looked up at him: "You won't go if you are beaten?"

"No, I have to go."

The person holding the food on the opposite side seemed to have no flaws, Tao Fang turned to ask: "Then when are you going to take me home?"

The chopsticks in Fang Qi's hand paused, he stopped picking up vegetables, put them on the bowl and put them away, and looked at Tao Fang with serious eyes: "You can do it anytime, as long as you want."

"Then what about your chairman's office?" Tao Fang asked quickly.

"No conflict." Fang Qi said, "I respect your wishes."

Tao Fang raised his eyebrows, propped his face and nodded: "As long as you are sure, I won't cause you any trouble."

Fang Qi blinked innocently: "No, I'm serious, I respect what you mean."

"Tch." Tao Fang smiled and stuffed a few mouthfuls of food into his mouth, "Thank you for having such a considerate boyfriend like me."

"Well, thank you." Fang Qi took the initiative to raise his glass.

Usually the state of wine drunk is only dizzy, not a headache, only poor quality wine can cause a strong hangover.

Tao Fang took the rhythm, and the two drank quickly.

There was a slight blush on Tao Fang's face, staring at the last sip of white wine flowing down the glass wall into Fang Qi's moist thin lips, the relatively high alcohol concentration and sugar content left the wine body on the glass wall A hanging cup with tears stains on it.

Fang Qi's Adam's apple slid up and down lightly, and the raised neck line extended from the collar, which was very sexy.

"How?" Tao Fang's long eyelashes staggered up and down, carefully observing the expression of the person opposite.

Fang Qi put down his wine glass, put his elbows on the table, crossed his hands in front of his chest, his always calm eyes were a little blurred, and he was slightly drunk: "I'm almost done with a few more glasses of whiskey."

"Is that so..." Tao Man's voice dragged on a bit, with a charming smile, and his eyes sparkled.

In fact, it is important not to drink miscellaneous wine with wine, but Tao Fang came here with the idea of ​​getting drunk and praying, so he didn't care so much.

With the smell of fresh wine already filling the room, Tao Fang opened the whiskey at hand.

Fang Qi tilted his head slightly to watch him get up, exposed his slender waist from under the table, and walked to the closet with his straight long legs to fetch two old-fashioned wine glasses.

Perhaps due to the effect of alcohol, Fang Qi felt that Tao Fang became more and more attractive.

"I have prepared ice cubes." Tao Fang took out a small ice bucket from the refrigerator.

Fang Qi was quite surprised by Tao Fang's sufficient preparation in advance, such a bottle of white wine was not enough to distort his memory: "When?"

"Let Junpin deliver it together today."

It was Shao Wenke who made the second trip and brought it up to Tao Fang along with the whiskey.

Tao Fang did it very smoothly when pouring wine and adding ice.

"Let's see which glass of whiskey Mr. Fang pours first." He laughed.

This smile is an out-and-out little vixen.

As if unconsciously, Fang Qi also curled the corners of his mouth silently, completely different from his usual restrained appearance.

His slender and beautiful fingers fiddled with the wide-mouth short glass, with a thick layer of glass bottom underneath. Under the refraction of the light, the wine in the glass became more intense and deeper.

"What about you, how many drinks can you have?" Fang Qi asked after clinking glasses with him.

Tao Fang drank most of the wine that filled a quarter of the glass in one gulp, and said, "It depends on your mood."

Because the wine glass has a wide mouth, Fang Qi can be overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol as soon as he gets close to it. Tao Fang stares at it so non-stop, and feels that he will be drunk if he just smells it and doesn't drink it.

Following Tao Fang's progress, he drank more than half of it, and it was hot from his throat to his stomach, and asked, "What does it mean depending on your mood?"

"If you're in a good mood, you can drink more, but if you're in a bad mood, you can drink less." Tao Fang seemed to remember something interesting, and rubbed his index finger back and forth on the table. Get drunk with beer."

"Then you should be in a good mood now?" Fang Qi's mouth was hooked all the time, and he lowered his eyelids to watch his index finger move.

Tao Mian chuckled a few times.

The voice was not crisp, even a little low, but it made Fang Qi's heart beat several beats faster.

"It's not bad." Tao Fang was silent for two seconds, and then said, "When it's particularly good, you can get drunk quickly."

Alcohol is not intoxicating, people are self-intoxicating.

By the time the fourth glass of whiskey was poured, Fang Qi's drunken state could already be clearly seen.

The subconsciously raised arc of the corner of the mouth disappeared, and it returned to its previous appearance, even worse, with the pale poker face, unlike himself, which had already turned red from the ears to the base of the neck.

The pair of black eyes looking at him were out of focus, and it was obvious that they were distracted. Tao Fang guessed that he should be two or three Tao Fang in Fang Qi's eyes, and maybe he had grown hair.

"Fang Qi, are you drunk?" Tao Fang would ask each time he poured a glass of wine.

"Soon." Then Fang Qi would answer these two words every time.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Tao Fang spoke in an almost deceptive tone.

"Think." Fang Qi's voice was low and hoarse, but his answer was sincere, and his eyes were full of lust.

"Lost entry?" Tao Fang paid attention to all his minor changes, and finally showed the imperceptible aggressiveness in his eyes.

"it is good."

Tao Fang felt that he seemed to see a flash of surprise in Fang Qi's eyes.

But he overthrew himself immediately, and said seriously: "No, no... your waist is not good."

Fang Qi's chaotic seriousness after drunk made Tao Fang's heart soften, his eyes softened, and he said softly, "Yes."

But Fang Qi retorted firmly: "No."

The next second, Tao Fang stared at him closely, and slowly asked: "Then you...do you know who my parents are?"

The author has something to say: Tao Fang: Fang Qi, are you drunk?

Fang Qi: Soon.

The author covers his face quietly: Mr. Fang is telling the truth (it is true that he is not drunk yet