The president is driving

Fang Zhuo tried his best to finish the work at hand as quickly as possible. He always had a faint bad feeling that he wanted to go back quickly.Anxiously, he handled things more and more clearly, and he completed the original two-day workload before night.

He tore off the tied tie, slumped on the swivel chair, lit a cigarette, and took a puff comfortably. The huge French windows of the office showed the prosperity of the city.As the night slowly descended, the dots of lights lit up one after another.

The intoxicating night of the city is coming.

Fang Zhuo put out the cigarette butt, picked up his coat, and felt unspeakable joy and even stronger anxiety in his heart.He resisted the idea of ​​calling Fang Ning, thinking of driving home quickly and giving him a surprise.

The car passed several cake shops, he got out of the car, went to buy some Fang Ning's favorite food, immediately stepped up the accelerator, and sped away.

He looked at the time, it was nine o'clock, he opened the door cautiously, and walked into the living room on tiptoe, the house was quiet, and the dining table was still the same as before he went out in the morning, he couldn't help but feel distressed.He must have not eaten. As long as he is not at home, he will not enter the kitchen. Regarding Fang Ning's point, he is quite helpless.

He put the cake on the table and walked to the living room as usual, thinking that he must have fallen asleep on the sofa.

On the sofa, there was only a crumpled blanket lying alone.

What about people?Fang Zhuo began to panic, and the anxiety in his heart became more and more intense.He quickly searched for each room, but there was still no one.

He started calling his name loudly, but no one answered.

He started calling Fang Ning's cell phone non-stop, but no one answered.

He starts to get scared.

At this moment, his cell phone rang.

He quickly answered, "Fang Ning, where are you?"

"Uh, boss, I'm..."

Fang Zhuo knew he had lost his composure, so he quickly changed his words, "What's the matter?"

"We followed Brother Ning into a ... bar, but there was still a VIP room inside, so we couldn't get in."

"I see."

After a while, the address and the whole process of the incident were displayed on Fang Zhuo's mobile phone in the form of a text message.

Fang Zhuo's face was gloomy, it was Yang Jiang again!

"Sir, please show your VIP card."

"Sir, you cannot enter without a VIP card. Sir!"

"Get me a VIP." Fang Zhuo said coldly to the welcome guests.

"First, sir, please come here for the VIP service." The service staff cautiously led Fang Zhuo to the service desk inside the VIP.

Fang Zhuo looked brightly, and asked, "A man named Yang Jiang came to your place just now, what room is he in?"

"Sir, we can't disclose the information of the VIP at will. This is our duty." The service staff said with a smile on his face one second, but he couldn't calm down later.

Several people following Fang Zhuo began to open the doors one by one in the quiet hall to check.

"Sir, sir, you can't do this!" the service staff screamed loudly.The security guards also stepped forward to gather in the inner hall, and there was a stalemate for a while.

At this time, Brother Chu just made an excuse to come out, but unexpectedly encountered such a scene.Fang Zhuo's subordinates had quick eyes and quick hands, and before Brother Chu could react, they grabbed him and dragged him towards Fang Zhuo.

Fang Zhuo smiled grimly, "Brother Chu, long time no see."

Brother Chu straightened the collar that had just been pulled, and said without hesitation: "Yo! Mr. Zhuo! It's a pleasure to meet you!" He stretched out his hand, wanting to get close to Fang Zhuo.

Fang Zhuo glanced at it, pretending he didn't see it, "What are you doing here? Brother Chu."

Brother Chu put his hand back unnaturally, "Come and play. You too, Mr. Zhuo?"

Fang Zhuo suddenly reached out and grabbed Brother Chu's neatly tidied collar, and said viciously, "Where is Fang Ning! Tell me!"

"Ah, haha, so I came here to look for baby brother!" Brother Chu laughed exaggeratedly, "But I haven't seen him before."

"Are you sure, you haven't seen him!" Fang Zhuo tightened his collar fiercely, making Brother Chu breathless.

Brother Chu gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you dare to do something to me here?" After all, he is also a first-line host, and he has a lot of contacts. If anyone offends him, it will be very interesting!

Fang Zhuo chuckled, and threw him on the ground, hitting the back of his head with a loud sound.Brother Chu didn't have time to react.

His subordinates immediately stepped forward to punch and kick him, pulled him up and kicked him away, like a rubber ball for people to play with.

To deal with extraordinary people, it is necessary to use extraordinary means.

The security guards gathered around stood still and did not dare to move. Due to their profession, they all quietly stood back to their original positions, turning a blind eye to this place.The manager who managed the scene secretly made a report call to his superiors.

After a few rounds, Brother Chu said hoarsely, "Room 1026."

Fang Zhuo walked in without looking at him, and his subordinates behind him escorted him.

He opened the door heavily, but he didn't expect to hear such words that made him burn with anger.

"Let's do it." Fang Ning sat on Yang Jiang's body with his legs spread apart, his hands resting softly on his shoulders, his cheeks were even more blush and attractive, and the strong smell of alcohol made people even more delirious clear.

From Fang Zhuo's point of view, it can even be clearly seen that Yang Jiang has made a fool of himself somewhere.

He clenched his fists and couldn't help but walk forward angrily, he should lock him up!Lock him up!Let him always think only of himself!Damn it!

Fang Zhuo punched Yang Jiang heavily in the face at Yang Jiang, who was too late to guard, and in an instant, the chair fell down with him.

Fang Ning also fell heavily on the ground, Yang Jiang stood up immediately, his expression was constantly changing, he thought the plan was perfect, but he still messed it up.

Fang Ning rubbed his head, stood up staggeringly, looked at the two men in the confrontation in confusion, and even tilted his neck cutely, he gently sucked his index finger, "It's strange, why are there two men in the confrontation?" Zhuo?" Then he laughed.

Both of their expressions changed suspiciously.

Fang Zhuo instantly understood, it was an indescribable feeling.

Fang Ning wobbled towards Fang Zhuo, pressed his forehead against him, and said with a soft smile, "Are you Fang Zhuo?"

Fang Zhuo's face was so gloomy that he almost dripped water, but he hummed anyway.

Hearing these words, Fang Ning seemed to let go of something, leaned softly on his chest, and hugged him tightly.

"I miss you so much... hiccup... when will you come back..."

Fang Zhuo's heart was shocked. This was the first time Fang Ning took the initiative to hug him...the first time he said he missed him...he also locked his waist heavily with his backhand, like an extremely precious treasure.

"Hehe." Yang Jiang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and he didn't take any further action, because once the incident was exposed, he couldn't make it worse, otherwise, he would be shooting himself in the foot.

Fang Zhuo hugged the man in his arms and walked away surrounded by a group of people.

Looking at the back of the man leaving, he felt a rare chill all over his body.When he thought about it carefully, his filth over the years had already been washed away, and it was even more impossible for him to be caught.It was impossible for Fang Zhuo to bet on Fang Ning's life, but he was very disturbed.

This uneasiness continued until the next day, and finally broke out.

After Fang Ning returned home, he vomited all night and developed a high fever, which made Fang Zhuo choked up.Finally calmed down, he stood on the balcony, smoking a cigarette, and waiting.

"Zi—" a text message came, "Boss, it's done."

Fang Zhuo put down his phone, walked into the bedroom impatiently, looked tenderly at the sleeping man curled up in the quilt, and carefully felt the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand.

It's still hot, but I've taken antipyretics and the temperature has dropped a lot.

Fang Zhuo looked at the blushing cheeks, and remembered that he rarely drank alcohol, and he had never drunk it, this was the first time.

He couldn't help thinking about it, why?

Could it be because of me...haha, how could it be...

Fang Zhuo smiled helplessly, stroked his soft hair, and thought of Fang Ning hugging him softly and saying he missed him, he suddenly covered his mouth.

Then I laughed silently...

People who are sick are always drowsy. Fang Ning didn't wake up until noon. He put on his shoes and walked to the kitchen following the scent.

He is back.

The man in the kitchen was wearing an apron, and under the warm sunshine, he was stir-frying vegetables, which looked very beautiful.

Fang Ning habitually pretended to ignore the man in front of him, turned around to open the refrigerator, and poured out the milk.

Fang Zhuo reached out and took the milk from his hands helplessly, "You forgot that you can't drink milk on an empty stomach."

Fang Ning raised his head to look at the man, then lowered his head and said, "Yeah." Today he seems to be more attractive.

"Miss me?" Fang Zhuo lowered his head and cut the vegetables. He was actually a little nervous.

Fang Ning was stunned, and silently opened the refrigerator and put the milk back where it was, "When did you come back?"

"last night."

Fang Ning closed the refrigerator and met his eyes.

Fang Zhuo said self-consciously: "I picked you up last night. You drank the broken piece, do you feel okay now?"

No wonder he felt dizzy, Fang Ning looked away, and replied in a low voice, "It's okay."

Fang Ning rubbed his temples, and said hesitantly, "Last night... I don't have any memory."

Fang Zhuo packed the dishes and walked out first, as if he didn't hear him, "It's time to eat."

"Did something happen last night?"

Fang Zhuo paused while eating, "No."

Fang Ning smiled awkwardly.He still remembers some fragmented fragments, these are not good memories, it can be said that they are very bad, so bad that he doesn't want to face them.

And Fang Zhuo's attitude also surprised him, he chewed his food carefully.

"I'm going to let you rest for a few more days. I pushed the TV series that I signed a few days ago for you."

Fang Ning looked up at Fang Zhuo's concerned eyes, pursed his lips, lowered his head and said, "Don't push me."

"Liquidated damages are not a problem." Fang Zhuo's tone became stiff.

Fang Ning said calmly, "You want to lock me in the room."

"I'm here for your own good."

"unnecessary."

"Fang Ning! Do you know if I..." Fang Zhuo was stuck in the middle of the sentence, trying to calm himself down, "Anyway, I won't let you go."

Fang Ning said coldly: "I still have a variety show, the recording will start in two days."

Fang Zhuo's expression changed, "When did it happen?"

"You can't push."

"Fang Ning!" Fang Zhuo slapped the table heavily, his angry face began to twist, "You just like being watched so much!"

"Crack!" Fang Zhuo woke up with a crisp sound, and his left cheek was burning with pain.

The two were relatively silent, Fang Ning dropped the chopsticks and went into the kitchen.

The room was instantly quiet.

Immediately afterwards, the door was struck violently, breaking their stalemate and their peaceful life.

"Fang Zhuo, come out! Fang Zhuo, you bastard! Murderer! Come out!"

"You despicable villain! You killed your adoptive father! You must die!"

"Let me go! You killed Fang Qinhan! You killed Fang Qinhan! You despicable and shameless villain! You actually framed me! Fang Zhuo, I, Yang Jiang, will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"

"Fang Ning! It was he who killed your adoptive father! It was him!"

Another female voice sounded at the door, "Catch me back."

The voice became smaller and smaller, and the voice of Yang Jiang struggling left and right outside the door gradually slowed down, and the cursing lasted for just a few minutes and then disappeared.

There was an eerie silence in the room, and suddenly the bowl in Fang Ning's hand fell to the ground with a crisp and piercing sound, breaking the silence.

He knelt down slowly to pick up the debris.

"Fang Ning!" Fang Zhuo ran into the kitchen anxiously, and sure enough, the splashed ceramic fragments cut his slender ankle, and scarlet blood was slowly flowing out.

He snatched the fragment from Fang Ning's hand, picked him up horizontally, put him on the sofa, and treated his wound.

Fang Ning sat blankly, tears were already on his face before he knew it.

At this moment, Fang Zhuo was extremely anxious. Of course, he had prepared countless excuses, but when he faced Fang Ning, he felt extremely guilty.

Fang Ning stood up and walked slowly into the bedroom without saying a word.