Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

When the enemy met, the air in the private room was already on the verge of igniting, but at this moment, a person who was unexpected by everyone came in - Cheng Ze.

"Ozawa?" Cheng Du was startled.

If Cheng Ze is here, it means that Cheng Qingping must be nearby, maybe that woman is also here.

No, you can't let them find fault here.

Cheng Du was so surprised that he didn't notice the expressions of the other two people. Red, orange, yellow and green took turns, which was more exciting than the rainbow.

It turned out that when Cheng Du didn't know, Cheng Ze had a relationship with Yan Qiting, and this relationship happened to be the handful of salt that was sprinkled on Xiang Fei's wound.

During this period of time, Xiang Fei used various means to deal with all of Yan Qiting's little lovers, but there was such a nail left to stick here, seeing him now, how could he let it go?

The gentle and hypocritical mask was broken, Xiang Fei grabbed Cheng Ze by the collar and pushed him to the door.

Men's fights are no more polite than women scratching each other's faces and pulling hair.

May I ask Cheng Ze, who is just over 170 centimeters, how can he be an opponent of a high-end player like Xiang Fei who has been exercising all the year round and has all kinds of muscles?He only persisted for a few seconds before he was beaten to the point of crying. Cheng Du felt distressed and helpless, but he couldn't pull him away.

When he was anxious, Yan Qiting dropped a knife in his hand and knocked out the perpetrator in a flash: "It happened suddenly, I have to send this lunatic to the hospital, please Mr. Cheng stay here to deal with the emergency, please gone."

Cheng Du quickly supported Cheng Ze who had fallen limp, and frowned tightly: "Mr. Yan, be careful."

After the two of them went out, Cheng Ze slowly came back to his senses, and when he saw Cheng Du, he burst into tears.

In this way, the inevitable Cheng Du finally saw Li Minxi and Cheng Qingping, and couldn't help feeling that the world is really small.

Although Cheng Du has made it clear that he will not set foot in politics, Cheng Qingping still has great expectations for him.After all, he is the eldest son, mature and steady, much more malleable than Li Minxi's pampered son.

Cheng Qingping looked his eldest son up and down, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he was, and there was more love and appreciation in Cheng Du's eyes that he didn't even know.

In Li Minxi's eyes, this appreciation turned into jealousy.She stabbed Cheng Ze hard in the dark, in exchange for a puzzled and ignorant look.

Cheng Qingping said, "Cheng Du, are you here too? It's rare for our family to get together. Come, come, sit down, and have a meal together."

Li Minxi's face froze, and then he said inappropriately: "Yes, Xiaodu, come and sit down quickly. We don't talk about each other as a family, so it's necessary to sit together for a meal on Christmas."

Cheng Du frowned. Even after so many years, the common face-changing of his stepmother still made him feel sick.

He cheered up and smiled at Cheng Qingping: "No Mr. Cheng, I still have an appointment with someone else, let's go first."

When he walked out of the private room filled with hypocrisy and disgusting smell, Cheng Du's eyes filled with tears at some point.

Avoiding the waiter's eyes, he took off his glasses in the corner and wiped them, feeling empty in his heart.

What happened to his parents caused irreversible damage to him, but he had nowhere to complain. He could only stand in the corner, silently licking his wounds.

Okay, don't be discouraged, there are still many things to do.

Cheng Du was silent in his heart, took a deep breath, and put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.

Once she put it back on, she became a steady and self-reliant Cheng Tezhu.

Special assistant Cheng dialed Yan Qiting's phone, but there was a beeping sound, but no one answered, hung up and dialed again, still the same.

Could something have happened?

Cheng Du was a little worried, and dialed a few more times, but there was still no answer, so he had to press the button leading to the first floor, only to find that Yan Qiting's Bentley was still parked in the garage and had not left.

Could it be Xiang Fei's car?

Cheng Du thought about it and walked around the garage a few times.

It's a pity that he didn't know Xiang Fei's flamboyant blue Aston Martin, which parked right under his nose.

Cheng Du couldn't find the two of them, but he received a call from "Director Fang".

"Hello, Zhimo-jun."

In the past few months, Fang Zhimo's help to Cheng Du was not insignificant.

And he seemed to dislike calling him 'Fang Chu', so now Cheng Du followed Tan Xiaobo and called him 'Zhimo Jun'.

"Well, Cheng Du. What are you busy with?"

Fang Zhimo's voice came out of the receiver, a little hoarse, unexpectedly provocative.

Cheng Du's heart skipped a beat, and for some reason he felt that the voice was somewhat familiar.

By the way, that day when he was drunk...he seemed to have heard this voice calling his name.

He frowned, and hurriedly threw away these useless thoughts: "It's nothing busy, I just finished eating with President Yan."

Fang Zhimo snorted, leaned back on the sofa, and pressed the remote control comfortably.

The silent film "The Artist" that he hadn't finished watching last time was playing on the screen.

One moment and another, the same movie, different moods.

"Come and sit for a while? It's Christmas today." Fang Zhi Mo Yun said calmly, as if he didn't care whether Cheng Du would come or not.

Cheng Du hesitated slightly: "Forget it, it's getting late today, let's go tomorrow, I'll treat you to a drink tomorrow."

Fang Zhimo clicked his tongue, and his eyes slid over the shiny objects in the dark: "Come here, I have something to show you. By the way, if you are worried about being alone with me, don't worry, Tan Xiaobo He and Qin Yuan are also here, so you are the only one missing."

Cheng Du probably felt that it was not good to refuse any further, and he also suspected that Fang Zhimo was helping behind the bidding, and was looking for an opportunity to thank him, so he agreed: "Okay then, come on." Locate, I will navigate."

Fang Zhimo hummed, hung up the phone, sent a location, and asked Tan Yuan for a group photo of yesterday's party at a friend's house, and sent it to Cheng Du. Cheng Du did not doubt that he was there, so he quickly followed the location to find Touch it.

Fang Zhimo had just finished half a glass of red wine when there was a knock on the door.

He is not very good at drinking, even though he has only drank a little, his hands and face are already feeling a little hot.

Fang Zhimo stood up, opened the door for Cheng Du, and took the gift box in his hand: "It's so late, can I still buy this?"

Cheng Du smiled: "The company prepares for important customers, and I borrow flowers to present Buddha. By the way, what about those two?"

Fang Zhimo led him in and said, "Huh? Oh...they have already left."

Cheng Du didn't know whether he believed it or not, and Fang Zhimo didn't care.

Anyway, calling him here today was not to make him trust himself.

He brought Cheng Du to the leisure area, poured him a glass of red wine, and then sat beside him, watching a movie casually while drinking by himself.

After drinking another half glass of red wine, Fang Zhimo felt his stomach warm up gradually. He turned his head and glanced at the person next to him.

Cheng Du watched the movie as seriously as before. As soon as he sat down, his eyes began to follow the characters in the movie, sad or happy.

Fang Zhimo sighed inwardly, and raised his hand to pick up the remote control on the table.

"Interesting, isn't it?"

The sound was too loud, Fang Zhimo turned down the volume of the video a little.

Cheng Du stared at the screen without blinking, and said casually: "Yes, this movie is very interesting. Although it is a silent movie, it has a better rhythm than many movies nowadays."

Fang Zhimo's eyes also moved to the screen: "Yes, in many cases, language is pale, but body language is more able to express human emotions."

Cheng Du nodded, picked up the red wine on the table and took a sip, wondering what he was thinking.

In the darkness, the light and shadow were unpredictable, reflecting on his lips with a little water, it looked as soft as that night.

Fang Zhimo poured himself another glass of red wine thoughtfully, took a sip, his eyes darkened.

I am sorry.

I won't let you off tonight.

Cheng Du's eyes were fixed on the sad and happy characters on the screen, but he didn't notice that the man beside him was already getting close to him.

Fang Zhimo put down his wine glass, put it close to Cheng Du's ear and said, "Cheng Du, I know, if I don't take the initiative, you will never belong to me."

Cheng Du was startled, and as soon as he turned his head, Fang Zhimo raised the hand holding the wine glass high above his head, and then a thrust came, and he was easily pushed down on the sofa by the man in front of him.

The light from Fang Zhimo's deep pool-like eyes was terrifying, like a wedge that was about to be wedged into his body.

Cheng Du trembled unconsciously, pushed Fang Zhimo away and stood up: "Sorry, I remembered that the company still has something to do, so I'll go back first."

After speaking, he put down the wine glass in his hand and started to walk out.

Cheng Du walked very fast, as if he was afraid that the people behind him would suddenly pounce on him.

Fang Zhimo watched him run away in a hurry, but he didn't chase after him. Instead, he raised Erlang's legs easily, picked up the red wine glass that Cheng Du had just put down, put it on his lips, and said leisurely: "Cheng Du , if you go back now, tomorrow... at most the day after tomorrow, if you want to see Yan Qiting, you have to bring a lawyer to the Commission for Discipline Inspection to assist in obtaining evidence."

"...What?" Cheng Du paused as he thought, thought for a while, then turned around and asked, "Are you using me?"

Fang Zhimo smiled, the light in his eyes was hidden in the darkness, he looked more and more like a preying cheetah: "This is wrong. I'm not using you, I'm threatening you."

Cheng Du pushed his glasses and sneered, "Is there any difference between the two?"

Fang Zhimo looked at his expression and suddenly felt a little sad.

The former friend, the lover whom he had longed for for many years, actually needed to use this method.

He lowered his eyelashes and said slowly: "If I use you, it means that my ultimate goal is someone else; and if I threaten you, it means that my ultimate goal is you."

Speaking of the last sentence, Fang Zhimo raised his eyes, the dark light in his eyes seemed to engulf the person in front of him.

Cheng Du's body swayed, and he whispered, "Do you... have any evidence?"

"Evidence?" Fang Zhimo smiled, took out a recording pen, and pressed the play button.

The conversation between Yan Qiting and Han Wei at the dinner party could be clearly heard in the recorder. It was obviously recorded very close to the two of them, and the content involved too much confidential content. The procuratorate is enough to constitute a job crime, and Yan Qiting will also be arrested on suspicion of bribery.

After listening to this conversation, Cheng Du froze.

He can't think of it.

Unexpectedly, Fang Zhimo said to help him, but kept a trick in the dark, let alone that this matter was actually just a trap of Fang Zhimo from the beginning to the end.

When did he start planning?

Is it because I refuse him to start?Or has this trick been reserved at the class reunion?

Also, why is he sure that he will compromise for Yan Qiting?

What did he notice?

A terrible cold spread in his heart, Cheng Du tried his best to hold back the urge to escape from here, and said in a trembling voice, "What exactly do you want?"

Fang Zhimo sighed, poured himself a glass of red wine, drank it like drinking poison to quench his thirst, then raised his eyelashes, and said slowly: "As long as you promise to date with me, I can give this to you now. "

Cheng Du hesitated.

He finally understood what Yan Qiting meant when he said to him earlier that "the small loses the big".

Fang Zhimo put down his wine glass and suddenly felt a little over the top.

The room was very dark, Cheng Du was too far away, he couldn't see his current expression clearly.

He stood up and slowly walked towards Cheng Du.

Cheng Du looked at the people who were gradually approaching him, and unconsciously began to back away: "I..."

"Ok?"

Fang Zhimo paused and blinked his foggy eyes.

Cheng Du squeezed his hands by his side, and suddenly raised his head as if he had figured something out: "Okay. I agree."

The moment Cheng Du finished saying I agreed, the silent movie behind him suddenly went out at the same time.

Accompanied by the happy song at the end, the subtitles of the actors scrolled on the screen, and the light emitted by those scattered white characters was too weak, making it hard for people to see what was in front of them clearly.

In the darkness, Fang Zhimo couldn't see anything.

He was a little panicked, afraid that Cheng Du would escape.

The cheetah pounced forward, following the memory before the light went out, and relying on its own instinct and intuition, it caught the poor little antelope.

The little antelope was trembling, not sure if it was because of grievance or unwillingness.

There was the sound of fabric breaking in the darkness, and Fang Zhimo's mind recalled what happened that night, and he became a little anxious.

Especially when the fingertips feel the touch of the flexible limbs, the whole hunting instinct of the cheetah is awakened.

I'm sorry, I won't let you off today.

Cheng Du.

"Do not……"

Cheng Du gritted his teeth and let out a muffled grunt. The unbearable pain made him protest.

Fang Zhimo was also in pain, and he regretted a little that he was self-righteous and didn't go to those GVs.

The so-called doing, isn't it just going in and doing something like piston movement?Isn't this the instinct of animals?What can be learned?

Fang Zhimo once thought this way.

But he'd never tried it, and even before that day, he'd worried at one point about whether he'd feel terribly sick.

But the truth is no, not at all, and he even felt extremely anxious because he couldn't get in several times.

When Yan Qiting was performing tonight, Cheng Du's fiery eyes chilled his heart, and when he thought of the night at Cheng Du's house, an inexplicable hostility suddenly rose from his heart.

Fang Zhimo bitterly grabbed the scattered cloth beside him, and tied Cheng Du's hands above his head.

Although Cheng Du did not make the slightest resistance during this period, it could not erase the resentment in his heart.

The tenderness has long since been worn down to nothing, and now Fang Zhimo's heart is only filled with possession, jealousy, and anger.

Cheng Du seemed to be crying, he didn't know if it was because of the pain, or because he thought of something else.

The inexplicable tears made Fang Zhimo even more annoyed. This kind of sacrificial sex-love is not what he wants at all. What he wants is the little glasses from before, and what he wants is the one who spoils him to the limitless. people.

"give me back!"

Fang Zhimo yelled in Cheng Du's ear, and the yell filled with anger almost tore Cheng Du's eardrum.

"..."

Cheng Du was panting helplessly, his mind was in chaos.

He didn't understand what Fang Zhimo asked him to pay back, and he didn't understand how a person who looked amiable on weekdays could be so dark and terrifying in his bones.

He tried his best to suppress the low moan that was about to overflow his throat, and said intermittently: "You want me, and... what else?"

"Give me back Xueba!"

Fang Zhimo grabbed his remaining collar, and his anger did not diminish in the slightest.

"You are not Cheng Du at all, you give Cheng Du back to me!"

Fang Zhimo was probably crazy, he roared as he moved, if there was still a glimmer of light in the projection room, Cheng Du could see the teardrops hanging from the tips of his eyelashes.

It's a pity that Cheng Du's consciousness has drifted far, far away, unable to condense.

And those teardrops that were about to fall finally rolled down and landed on Cheng Du's slightly cold lips.

The night has gradually deepened.

However, at the same time, Fang Zhi Mo's downstairs, an SUV that had been dormant in the dark for a long time, threw out a cigarette butt with red sparks.

The author has something to say:

Fang Xiaomo's first time was a bit rude, sorry.