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

Song Zhi was really pissed off.

He used a lot of force in this kick, and he kicked the street slipper with half of his body on the ground, where he "hey" for a long time without getting up.

hold together! ?Ass pouting, me?

My God!

how can that be! ?

Song Zhi's face blushed and he was ashamed. He opened his mouth normally to be eloquent, but he couldn't think of a word for a long time.

He stood there stupidly, unable to calm down, not knowing what to do for a while, let alone looking up at Fang Chengyan.

The anger in his heart was like being completely poured with cold water, but what followed was a shock that he couldn't suppress no matter what.

The noise just now was so loud that the sister-in-law ran out of the bedroom in shock.Chen Zhengrong clattered down the wooden stairs with her slippers on.Seeing the situation in the hall, she stood by the stairs with her mouth half-opened, completely unaware of what the situation was.

But when she saw clearly who was being beaten on the ground, she choked back her questioning words and didn't make a sound.

beat!

It should be played!

The little uncle no longer had the usual amiable appearance. He grabbed Liu Chacha by the collar ferociously, dragged the child for two meters half-handled, threw him out, and kicked his ass in disbelief. He kicked: "Don't fucking let me see you on the street in the future, or I will hit you once I see you!"

"roll!"

Chen Zhengrong contemplated for a long time before she dared to speak: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, sister-in-law."

Seeing her, Song Zhi calmed down a bit, and sat back on the chair again.

The sister-in-law hurriedly poured tea for the brother-in-law and asked him to extinguish the fire.

She was overwhelmed by the scene, so she turned her head and spoke to Fang Chengyan briefly: "Xiao Fang is here?"

"Hmm." The man replied.

"Don't you have to work today?"

"Completed ahead of schedule."

"Oh oh."

The atmosphere in the room returned to silence, and the atmosphere was a bit indescribably weird.She looked back and forth between the two: "Just now, what's the matter?"

"Huh?" Song Zhi played with the teacup in his hand, "It's nothing."

This is the end of a fruitless conversation.

The sister-in-law looked at her uncle suspiciously again, the atmosphere was so stiff that she couldn't stay any longer.

"I'll go get some food first."

"Xiao Fang will have dinner with us tonight."

"Excuse me." Fang Chengyan replied politely.

The sister-in-law tidied up, went upstairs to put on her coat, changed her shoes, and went out.

There are two of them left in the hall...

"..."

The hair tip in Fang Chengyan's arms was still acting coquettishly, and the soft belly hair was attached to the man's leg, where he wanted to caress affectionately, then suddenly turned over on the man's leg, revealing his belly, and pawed Holding Fang Chengyan's hand, he licked it carefully with his tongue.alley.

Wet and itchy.

— Men don't seem to be affected in any way.

The hall was extremely quiet.

a long time.

A faint "Brother Cheng Yan..." floated in the air

Song Zhi had never been so cautious in his tone of voice when speaking with others in his life. He felt as if his face was on fire.

His expression was stiff, and there was only one mouth in his body laughing dryly: "That guy said..."

"is that true?"

Fang Chengyan stared at Mao Jian'er, put his big hand on its belly, and stroked it gently.

Just reply with an understated "Hmm."

The little tea master was stunned, and took a slight breath: "Then..."

"Then, what kind of relationship do we have?"

He felt his heart beating wildly when he asked this sentence.

He waited anxiously for an answer.

Only to hear the man reply after a few seconds:

"No."

Song Zhi couldn't stop laughing.

These days, the picture of the two getting along appeared in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern.

What Fang Chengyan said to him for the first time in the hospital, and how he stared sadly in the rearview mirror... No wonder Song Zhi felt a little weird at the time, it turned out that this weirdness originated from here!But to himself, how did he go with the flow, as if nothing had happened! ?

Song Zhi was dizzy and his ears buzzed from the thunderous explosion.

His uncle's.

Everyone was numb to him.

The sun has set, the sky is dark blue in the evening, and the light in the house has dimmed.The two adults were sitting face to face, Fang Chengyan felt that this scene had the atmosphere of the first day he came to the tea house.

Outside the window of the tea house is an old street with few people. Occasionally, there are a few birds swooping past. The room is so quiet that it is almost impossible to sit down.

"Then am I 0?"

Fang Chengyan heard Song Zhi's question from his soul.

What kind of brain circuit is this?

The man finally withdrew his hand on Mao Jian, for some reason, he wanted to laugh: "What do you think?"

"Mainly because I now..."

"He, how can I tell you... you say yes..."

Song Zhi couldn't even complete a sentence.

"I don't quite understand me." When the little tea master became nervous, he began to talk more: "I don't remember anything about the past, but Brother Cheng Yan, you clearly know about it, so why don't you let me know about it too?" ?”

There seems to be some dissatisfaction in these words.

Seeing the man's silence, Song Zhi quickly changed his tone: "It's nothing, it's not a problem."

"It doesn't matter what happened before, we don't care about it in the future, we can do whatever we want, okay?" He put the basin in front of him on the ground, got up and walked away, talking nonsense: "I'll go upstairs and think about it first." , bro, sit down a little longer."

The other party wanted to go upstairs, so how could Fang Chengyan sit here?

The man was also very tactful and told him: "No, then I'll go first."

"Please tell your sister-in-law."

"I won't be eating here tonight, thank you for her hospitality."

"Well, okay." Song Zhi turned his back to the man, not daring to look at him, and he was glad that Fang Chengyan didn't continue to embarrass himself.

The man gently placed Mao Jianer on the cushion of the pear blossom chair, and Mao Jianer lay there limply, not knowing what he was going to do.Seeing the man leave, it quickly turned over, followed the chair for two steps and stopped, staring at Fang Chengyan's leaving back, and "meowed" at him eagerly.

President Fang opened the door of the tea house without saying a word, only to see that Liu Chacha was still lying on the steps of the door, crying to people passing by on the street.

"The little tea master beat someone!"

"He hit someone!!!"

Hearing the sound of the door opening behind them, the two looked at each other, and Fang Chengyan looked at him condescendingly.

The street slipper seemed to know that this person had some skills, so he restrained his expression, strengthened his courage, raised his head and shouted:

"What? You can't look down on your own callus, what do you think I'm doing?"

Then, oil the soles of his feet, turn his head every three steps, and slip away after confirming that Fang Chengyan didn't follow.

……

Tian Jiamu excitedly ran to the tea house at noon the next day, and couldn't wait to tell Song Zhi the result of the first round of the competition.

"Brother Song, calm down." The village official had a sincere smile on his thin face, but he found that the person concerned seemed to be absent-minded.

Song Zhi squatted on the ground, filled Mao Jianer with cat food, and only replied blankly, "Okay, thank you very much."

Just pass it.

But now he is not happy at all.

"What's wrong with you?" Tian Jiamu asked.

Song Zhi sighed: "It's okay."

I couldn't sleep last night, my mind was full of what happened in the evening.

How can it.

How can it?

Tian Jiamu followed him to the back door of the tea house, and saw Song Zhi sifting tea there as if he had lost his soul. He was facing the empty back street, with Mao Jianer squatting beside him.

Usually the efficiency is mediocre, sifting one catty in the morning, but this morning alone, he sifted three catties.

Can't figure it out.

Can't figure it out!

Tian Jiamu squatted beside him, picking out the badly shaped leaves in the tea pile.

The village official saw that he was really depressed, and tried to change the subject with him: "Brother Song, your cup of tea is really good."

"Look at this picture."

Tian Jiamu took out his mobile phone and held it up to the other party.

This is his cup of Taiping Houkui, which was sent to the agency by the person in charge of the relevant department, and Tian Jiamu directly saved it.

"I took it and asked them to make a tabloid cover."

"it is good."

Still no response.

"..." Just when Tian Jiamu thought that the other party would not say another word, he heard Brother Song say:

"Let's have lunch together later."

My sister-in-law left at eight o'clock in the morning, so she must have arrived in the provincial capital by now.When she came back yesterday, she bought a lot of things for Song Zhi, and told him to eat well in the next week, but Song Zhi is really not the kind of master who can cook with his own hands.

"It's only eleven o'clock?" Tian Jiamu paused, "Okay, of course."

"It's an honor." He followed behind the other party and went out the door.

When Fang Chengyan drove over from the old man's house at noon, he found that the gate of the tea house was ajar.He vaguely remembered that the sister-in-law of the Song family was going on a long trip today, and he didn't know where else Song Zhi could go for dinner.

Fang Chengyan waited patiently in the car for an hour, thinking that others would come back later.

result.

But wait until Song Zhi and Tian Jiamu are talking and laughing together on the same motorcycle.

Tian Jiamu was riding a motorcycle, and Song Zhi sat on the back seat.The motor of that motorcycle made rumbling noises, and the body was covered with scratches. It looked a bit old. Due to the damage to the exhaust pipe, the sign hanging on the rear of the car was blown up and down by the exhaust gas.The seat was streamlined, and the lines were very undulating. Song Zhi had to support Tian Jiamu's shoulders to ensure that he would not fall.

It was his first time riding a motorcycle in the town, and he was very happy. Buying a motorcycle in this town is equivalent to buying a four-wheeled car in the city.Which man in this world can refuse a motorcycle?

Tian Jiamu's body is thin and thin, and he usually struggles to hold the head of the motorcycle, not to mention that there is an extra weight of Song Zhi on the back seat today.

Song Zhi: "I only see that your legs are thin, and your waist is also thin when you feel emotional."

"I'm still riding a motorcycle with such a small body. One day, I won't be able to stop, and the motorcycle will rush out, and you will be hanging on the handlebars and flying!"

"Brother Song, can you stop talking about me?" Tian Jiamu also grinned, and took a mouthful of cold air when he opened his mouth: "I have great strength."

Song Zhi rubbed his hands on his waist a few times: "You are far behind, eat more food!"

The motorcycle stopped at the gate of the tea house, and Song Zhi got off his car neatly.

"Then I'm leaving." Tian Jiamu said to him, "I have to go back to work in the afternoon."

"Success, let's go!" Song Zhi waved his hands at him, numb his chin: "Slow down on the road."

"Okay." Tian Jiamu started the motorcycle again and left.

Fang Chengyan watched the whole process in the main driver's cabin with a stern expression, his big hands covered the steering wheel, and his fingertips turned white.

Song Zhi walked into the hall and saw Mao Jian'er stretching out a leg on the pear flower wooden chair, exposing his buttocks that had been cut off, and combing his hair with his tongue, and he recalled it in his mind——

Pout your ass, pout your ass!

damn it.

As long as he thought of this matter, his heart became extremely restless and could not stop.

It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhi tried his best to control his head, not to think about what happened yesterday.

He had a full lunch and just wanted to sleep, his sister-in-law was not at home, and there would be no customers coming at noon, so Song Zhi simply took off his shirt, put it on the chair, and quickly took off his trousers to the end, ready to strip himself Naked, go upstairs and lie dead.

I haven't waited to take my feet out.

The door behind him opened.

Song Zhizheng bent over and stopped breathing.

Don't say it's him.

The person's breathing also stops.

The impact of the white underwear in the field of vision is too great, coupled with the thin waist and narrow crotch, the two long legs are dazzlingly white.

Song Zhi has no flesh on his buttocks. When he bends down, the white fabric supports the rounded curvature of his buttocks, which looks extremely elastic...

Fang Chengyan remembered that touch...

Xu Shi didn't expect a man to appear behind him like a ghost, Song Zhi was startled, straightened up quickly, and pulled up his pants again.

I am grass.

He stabilized his mind and greeted the other party pretending to be relaxed. "Brother Cheng Yan, why are you free to come over today?"

There it was again, that smile.

—a polite smile.

Seeing his expression, the man understood.

Something has changed.

Fang Chengyan stared at Song Zhi with a calm expression on his face: "The old man asked me to take you home for dinner."

"Ah, what a coincidence." Song Zhi hurriedly expressed embarrassment: "I just finished eating outside."

"so."

Seeing that the man's expression was not good, he continued to explain: "I didn't get up to eat in the morning, so I ate lunch earlier."

"Ah."

"Row."

"That……"

The two of them collided with each other several times, but it was still a simple one byte.

The atmosphere was stagnant and awkward.

The man in the suit stood there, suddenly realizing that he was a bit redundant.

"Then I'll go first." Fang Chengyan said.

"Okay." Song Zhi pretended to be cheerful, and went out to see him off: "Let's eat another day."

Fang Chengyan didn't say anything more, took a step back silently, turned around and wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, a wail was suddenly heard.

He stepped on the tip of the hair.

I don't know when this little thing came running around the hem of his suit trousers.

After being stepped on by Fang Chengyan's leather shoes, Mao Jian'er screamed several times in pain.

Fang Chengyan was very distressed when he heard it. He just bent down to check its painful paws, but saw the tip of the hair flicked aside, the hair all over his body exploded, and he gave him a very vicious "meow".

Then, it sprinted towards the bathroom, and disappeared from Fang Chengyan's sight at the speed of light.

The outstretched hand of the president was still in mid-air, but he silently retracted it.

out the door.

Hundreds of feet.

Stop here, 99 steps back.

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Mao Jianer: What the hell are you stomping on me?