Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

"Why can't I be here?"

Bu Xun glanced at him, and was not surprised to find that the skin on his neck and face had turned slightly pink.

Fang Zhimo seldom really drinks any wine because of his illness these years. Every time he goes out to play, he drinks wine all day long, and his alcohol capacity is extremely poor, and he gets drunk every time he drinks it.

"Aren't you drinking with my brother and the others?"

As the bartender said, the alcoholic strength of "Chun Si Fu" is a bit strong. After drinking a glass, Fang Zhimo's mind is already a little unconscious, but he hasn't reached the point of intoxication yet.

Now that this person has come, Fang Zhimo intends to do nothing but expose his lies directly.

"Yeah, if you don't come, we'll break up if we're bored."

Bu Xun didn't want to talk about this with him, and if he talked too much, he would definitely reveal his secrets, so he sat down next to him and looked at him.

Fang Zhimo wore a beige coat today, with a white cotton T-shirt inside, which is very casual and pretty.

But Bu Xun soon noticed that he was wearing a camel-colored scarf around his neck, which was loose, covering his slender neck.

Bu Xun grabbed the scarf in front of Fang Zhimo's neck, and changed the subject casually: "You actually have this kind of thing? I remember you didn't like to wear this. Many girls gave you gifts before, so why don't you just take them all?" Come out and share with everyone."

Fang Zhimo narrowed his eyes and thought about the past, as if he remembered something funny, he laughed aloud: "Yes."

When he was happy, there was more joy in his eyes. Compared with the previous silence, it made people feel more comfortable.

Bu Xun's heart moved, and he looked at Fang Zhimo with a little melancholy in his eyes: "...let's go back."

Fang Zhimo, who originally wanted to get drunk, felt that he was not having a good time, but because of Bu Xun's sticking around here, he had to wake up three minutes and said to the bartender, "Check out."

The bartender waved his hand and said, "The gentleman just now paid the bill. This is your change."

Fang Zhimo snorted, and pushed the change back to the bartender: "Who wants his change, save it to buy wine for yourself, drink."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and said to Bu Xun, "Go..."

Before the word "ba" came out of his mouth, Fang Zhimo's feet softened and he fell forward.

"!"

Bu Xun was taken aback, and quickly reached out to grab him into his arms: "What's the matter? Where did you go? You drink too much, Fang Chu?"

Fang Zhimo looked up at him, frowned and said something, before closing his eyes.

Bu Xun heard the last two words clearly, which seemed to be something like "let go". He clicked his tongue and said helplessly, "let go? You should sleep on the floor if you let go, Chief Director. Security, come here and help I put him in the car..."

As soon as he said this, he paused: "Forget it, I'll do it myself. This kid has a lot of things to do, and he should be suspicious of him soon."

Bu Xun put Fang Zhimo's hand on his shoulder, put his other arm around Fang Zhimo's waist, and walked out the door step by step.

Such a big guy is taller than him, let him hug the princess or something, I'm sorry, the concubine really can't do it.

Fortunately, Fang Zhimo didn't move much, and he didn't resist even if he pinched and rounded.

This saved the trouble of Bu Xun. He put Fang Zhimo in the back seat and lay down. After thinking about it, he took out the blanket from the trunk, covered him, and then drove back to his home. .

For nothing else, Fang Zhimo is a lone wolf with a strong sense of territory, and no one is allowed to go to the house at all. Even Fang Ruohan and Xia Tian don't know where he lives after he moves out of the compound.

Bu Xun's house is not far from here, and when Fang Zhimo was helping Fang Zhimo, who was not standing still, on the elevator, he ran into an acquaintance.

"Yo, how did you drink like this?" This is it.

The acquaintance glanced at Fang Zhimo, who was drunk into a puddle of mud, and wanted to help, but was stopped by Bu Xun: "No, this kid likes to be clean, and he will lose his temper when he wakes up."

The acquaintance took a look at his clean hands and thought to himself, why is it so disgusting, I don't want to leave a paw print on people.

Bu Xunsheng dragged him back home, put him on the bed, and changed the bed sheet with new ones to prevent him from picking and choosing.

After all this tossing, I was quite tired, so I sat down on the edge of the bed with a snap, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Fang Zhimo fell into a deep sleep, his usually bloodless face became rosy due to the alcohol, his eyelashes were tightly closed, and it seemed that there were still tears.

Bu Xun's heart was blocked when he saw it, and he reached out to wipe it off for him.

The feeling of the eyelashes touching the fingertips is very delicate, if it is normal, Bu Xun would never dare to make a mistake.

But now, Fang Zhimo was obediently lying on the side, unconscious, and Bu Xun became more courageous, staring at the sleeping man and muttering to himself: "As for it, isn't it just a man, as for you Waited so long."

He has already remembered the little glasses he met in the Go game many years ago, and he also knows that Fang Zhimo and other glasses have been waiting for more than 20 years.

Now that the little glasses are back, it's completely useless for him to make up for it.

Bu Xun felt sore, looked down at Fang Zhimo's frowning, couldn't help but get closer, pressed against the other's eyelashes, and whispered: "But I'm waiting for you too. How long have you liked him? I've liked you for a long time. But why don't you ever look back and see how I treat you..."

The warm breath, with the smell of alcohol, sprayed on Bu Xun's face.

He obviously didn't drink, but he felt very drunk.

"Fang Xiaomo, let me touch it, just touch it, okay?"

Not getting an answer, Bu Xun smiled to himself: "I miss you very much. Do you know how I got here all these years?"

Fang Zhimo still didn't respond at all, Bu Xun sighed, and leaned into his ear and said, "...Forget it, you won't want to hear it."

After finishing speaking, Bu Xun stretched out his finger and gently touched his face.

— Unexpectedly soft.

Bu Xun licked his lips and sighed inwardly.

Not enough, I want more.

The person in front of me is like a dessert exuding a tempting aroma. After tasting it once, it is impossible to stop craving it.

Bu Xun tugged at the tie that was holding her back, approached cautiously, then lowered her head and licked his lips lightly.

There is an unspeakable throbbing in my heart, as if I am committing a crime, but there is also a pleasure of success.

Bu Xun felt that he couldn't stop.

This is an excellent opportunity, and only at this time, Fang Zhimo will obediently let him manipulate him.As for the crazy revenge that the cute and cute person in front of him will do when he wakes up tomorrow morning, Bu Xun doesn't want to know at all.

"I really like you, Fang Zhimo. Please look back at me and like me too, okay?"

Fingers involuntarily opened the skirt of the shirt, as if he had his own thoughts, and took off the scarf that had been worn around the other party's neck.

The neck is so beautiful, it is a pity that it is covered by a scarf.

Just thinking about it, Bu Xun's fingers suddenly stopped.

"This is……"

The patches of red around the neck burned Bu Xun's eyes, who left it?

Fang Zhimo's obsession with cleanliness has become more and more serious over the years, and even touching his hands accidentally will ignite his explosion point, but who actually did such a thing with someone?

who is it?

Bu Xun's eyes gradually locked, he stood up and left the room.

When Fang Zhimo woke up, he had a severe headache.

There seemed to be a tendon in the brain being pulled by something, and it jumped up and down, swelling and hurting.

He sat up while pressing his temples with a hiss, looked at the unfamiliar decorations around him, but couldn't remember where it was at all.

The memory was on the cup of Spring Thought Fu in the bar, Fang Zhimo beat his brain, feeling empty inside.

——What kind of wine, the strength is really not ordinary.

Fang Zhimo lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and found that he was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, and even the scarf was still loosely piled around his neck.

——So did someone pick me up yesterday?

Fang Zhimo thought for a while, feeling a little fuzzy, opened the door and walked out.

After leaving the room and seeing the layout upstairs and downstairs, Fang Zhimo had some impressions. It was Bu Xun who picked him up last night.

Gee.

"Replenishment!"

Fang Zhimo looked around in several rooms, saw no one, walked downstairs, and saw that breakfast was already set on the table, and there was a note under the plate: I am going to work, I will give you the car I drove back, parked in the garage, warmed up sandwiches and milk in the microwave before eating.

work?Today is Saturday.

Fang Zhimo thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and called Bu Xun, busy.

Call again, still busy.

After repeating this several times, Fang Zhimo clearly felt that Bu Xun was avoiding him, probably because he already knew that he was going to have a showdown with him.

Fang Zhimo was a little annoyed, wondering if this person was too smart.

Well, one day I have to make it clear to him.

The phone rang suddenly, and it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello. This is Fang Zhimo." This number is a work number. Fang Zhimo would usually report his family name before answering a call from a stranger to save time for both parties.

"Hi Fang Chu, I'm Qiao Yang from Qichu Real Estate," he introduced himself, "I don't know if you still remember me, but we met once."

Qiao Yang, Qiao Yang, Qiao is an uncommon surname. Fang Zhimo counted it in his heart after a few silent recitations. This man is Qichu's chief financial officer, and also Qiao Xinran's brother, one of the masterminds behind the Millennium farce. one.

Fang Zhimo knew the name when he saw the name.Ever since he rejected Qiao Xinran back then, the two brothers and sisters of the Qiao family hadn't shown up again. This time when they had nowhere to go, the call was probably because of the land.

The microwave oven dinged, and Fang Zhimo took the plate and cup out of it, scalded them accidentally, blew on his hands, and rinsed them under cold water: "Mr. Qiao, what can I do for you?" ?”

Qiao Yang said: "Actually, it's nothing serious, I just want to meet Fang for a meal."

"Oh..." Fang Zhimo said mercilessly, "Mr. Qiao should know my personality, and I am afraid of trouble. The investigation has been so tight recently, Mr. Qiao should not use these to embarrass me. If you have anything to do, you can directly Said, I can help here if I can, and I won’t miss that meal.”

"..."

Qiao Yang paused. He had heard that it was difficult to invite this Buddha, and it seemed that it was really difficult to invite.A businessman is not afraid of people eating and asking for cards, but they are afraid that they will find it difficult to make a move when they encounter such a reluctance: "Okay, then I'll be straight. Fang Chu, I'm actually doing it for that piece of land. You Seeing that we have dealt with each other before, my sister still misses you..."

It's fine if you don't mention Qiao Xinran, but Fang Zhimo will get angry when you mention it: "Mr. Qiao, don't mention what happened back then, that land has already entered the formal procedure of bidding, auction and listing. As for you, don't go to me if you have the energy." So, I only care about planning and approval here, and I don’t care about that. Okay, I’m having breakfast here, and we’ll talk about it on Monday if we have anything to do.”

After Fang Zhimo finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

Just sat down to eat a few mouthfuls, the phone rang again.Fang Zhimo was a little angry, and when he picked up the phone, he covered his face and said, "Mr. Qiao, I haven't gone to work yet, call me during work hours, OK?"

Cheng Du's voice came from over there: "Ah, Fang Chu, I'm sorry to bother you. I didn't think carefully enough."

After Cheng Du finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Fang Zhimo: "..."

……Depend on.

The author has something to say:

Bu Xun didn't dare to touch Fang Xiaomo, because he was too smart to joke about his future.

The Chen Kai back then had already set an example for him, and he definitely didn't want to be the next Chen Kai.

This is also the so-called: cleverness is mistaken by cleverness.