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

After watching Song Zhi leave, Fang Chengyan went straight to the office building.

The construction site resumed work yesterday, and the half-hour progress lost due to Four Seasons Real Estate is already rushing to work.

He heard that Cheng Kaizu has been busy applying to the court for bankruptcy and liquidation these days. He used to be a local tycoon, but now he is being chased by his employees for wages.

Fang Chengyan had no idea about Cheng Kaizu's affairs.

Thanks to this man, tonight he will take advantage of Tian Jiamu to contact several important government officials for dinner.Fang Chengyan didn't drive because he wanted to drink.

Song Zhi also thought at first that the two of them would meet again in at least two days.

As a result, Fang Chengyan's phone call came in at nine o'clock in the evening——

"Hello, is this Song Zhi?"

The number belonged to Fang Chengyan, but the speaker did not know who it was, with a strong Qingyuan local accent.

"Boss Fang is drunk, can you come and pick him up?"

Song Zhizheng was holding the phone with one hand and folding the packing bag with one hand. He really didn't expect that he only said goodbye when he got up early, and he would see the man again that night.

"Okay, I'll go over immediately."

He put on his coat and went to the place the other party said.

When he arrived at the big hotel in the town, he saw Fang Chengyan talking to several officials, speaking clearly, standing there without shaking.

It seems to be okay, not too drunk.

Look to the side again.

Tian Jiamu was sitting in a leader's car, with his head drooping on the half-open window, his face flushed, and he was already soundly asleep.

This dinner party invited government officials in the names of Fang Chengyan and Tian Jiamu.The toasts at the dinner table came and went, and both of them drank a little too much.

However, Tian Jiamu has an acquaintance uncle who can take him home on the way, and Mr. Fang's home is in Shihetan, which is far away and no one passes by.

One of the leaders saw Song Zhi approaching, and immediately patted his companion: "Hey! Isn't this here?"

Another said: "People are coming, then I'm leaving."

Song Zhi hastened his steps, stepped forward and said, "Sorry, you have been waiting for a long time."

"Go back and rest, I'll just pick him up."

A group of people stepped onto their bicycles or drove into their cars scatteredly, while he and Fang Chengyan watched them leave in place.

"Are you okay?" Song Zhi asked.

As soon as the voice fell, Fang Chengyan was about to fall into Song Zhi's arms.

Song Zhi: "?"

Good guy.

He reached out to grab the man's arm, thinking what was wrong with Fang Chengyan.

The other party An An leaned against his collarbone, sniffed there, without saying a word, the smell of tobacco and alcohol lingered all over his body.

"Hello." Song Zhi was embarrassed by him, and he didn't know if Fang Chengyan did it on purpose.

There was no answer.

Song Zhi looked down and saw that his lips were a little pale, so he was sure that this person might be really drunk, and he must have been trying to hold on when he talked to those government officials just now.

This restaurant is located next to the only small cultural square in the town. In Qingyuan, it can be regarded as the best one.

He helped the man to sit down on the worn-out elderly fitness equipment nearby, and began to worry.

Song Zhi didn't have a car, and he didn't take a driver's license test.There are no taxis in this small town, and there are no substitute drivers.

"How do we go back?"

He came in such a hurry on the way that he didn't even think about this problem.

Fang Chengyan is willing to be a driver, and he has been picking him up for so many days, so he has to repay him, right?

But looking at the endless dirt road in front of him, Song Zhi was at a loss.

He calculated in his heart that it would take two or ten minutes to come, but if he took Fang Chengyan to the office building, four or ten minutes would be enough.

"Let's go, young master, my Ben'er will take you to the office." After Song Zhi finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to pull him.

"I don't want to go back." The man looked up and told him.

Song Zhi always knew that Fang Chengyan was handsome, but at this moment, the alcohol made Fang Chengyan's face no longer as serious as usual... On the contrary, it looked a little manageable.His eyes are tired and charming, his lips are light pink, and the perfect M-shaped lips make him look even sexier.

Song Zhi didn't look away for a long time, and after a few seconds, he asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?"

"Go back to the office and work."

"Hey!" Song Zhi was amused by the man's contrast, "President Fang doesn't want to go to work yet? I thought you were some kind of workaholic."

"Pretending." The drunk man spoke softly, "I have to be busy."

Song Zhi smiled slightly, and squatted in front of him, just like the first day in the tea house.He told the other party: "The pretense is pretty good."

"I'll put on a show, at least it looks like a real thing. My sister-in-law scolded me that I don't look like a person in front of people." After he finished speaking, he laughed first.

The man didn't respond to him, and closed his eyelids, as if he was about to fall asleep in the cold wind.

The evening wind blows in the autumn night, and the trees around me ring rhythmically.The kitchen helper of the big hotel came out from the back door, threw away the trash, and was about to close work.

Other than that, everything was quiet.

Song Zhi stared at Cheng Yan's handsome sleeping face for a long time.This seemingly indestructible man rarely shows such lack of defense.

He owed his hand, stretched it out, and quickly pinched Fang Chengyan's cheek.

Seeing the man in the suit obediently sitting on the fitness equipment, Song Zhi felt that this scene was really interesting.

The smile on the corner of his mouth almost never stopped: "Our brother Cheng Yan is about to die of pity."

"I don't want to work, and I have to socialize, and now I have to sleep on the street."

"You are the poor little one, right?"

"Oh," he stretched out his hand in front of the man: "Let's not sit here, get up."

Fang Chengyan opened his eyes, and slowly stretched out his hand, holding that hand in his palm.

It feels like coaxing a puppy...

As soon as the hands were put on, Song Zhi suddenly had a different mood in his heart.He pursed his lips, thinking that Fang Chengyan treated him so well, but he just let people sit here like this, it's really a bit inhumane.

He put the human arm around his neck guiltily: "Let's go! You put your arms around my shoulders."

Picking up Fang Chengyan, he walked into the vast night.

Just after the fifteenth day, the moon in the sky was thin and crooked, gloomy, with no light.The street lamps have been in disrepair for a long time, and many road sections are pitch-black. Song Zhi can only use the light from the farmhouse to see the road under his feet.

The dense night wove into a soft net, enveloping the two of them.

Fang Chengyan was half a head taller than him, and he was so heavy that he was dead. Song Zhi straightened his back, positioned the man well, and let him stick his face close to his ear.

The shoulders were heavy, and after a while, they became sore.

Tomorrow, I have to ask him for compensation.

The night road is very long.

The drunk man was very cooperative, he hugged Song Zhi like he was hugging something he loved, and never let go.Although the speed of the two was very slow, they reached the finish line without incident.

"Ah! I'm so exhausted!" Song Zhi's shoulders were so sore that his arms were almost torn apart, and it took him an hour to walk the original 10-minute journey.

Turn on the light, put the person on the sofa in the dark, only to find that there is nothing in Fang Chengyan's office.

I must have worked really hard...

Song Zhi went back to the tea house again, picked up his quilt, and hurried back to find him.

He walked out of breath, and when he reached the gate of the building, he happened to meet Zhang Ming who was wandering around the construction site.

The two walked face to face.

Under the street lamp, Zhang Ming was stunned for a moment, his eyes slowly moved from Song Zhi's face to the quilt in his hand, and he looked up at the building again.

"Sure enough, it's what I thought." Zhang Ming sneered, with a strong sense of sarcasm in his words.

What do you think?

Song Zhi didn't understand why this person suddenly showed such inexplicable hostility. The last time I saw him in Fang Chengyan's office, he would still greet him.

But now, his face is as bad as Liu Chacha's little bastard.

Seeing him like this, Song Zhi didn't speak well, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"Has Boss Fang finished his socializing?" Zhang Ming didn't answer his question, instead he kept asking Fang Chengyan, "Is he not very good at drinking?"

Song Zhi really couldn't figure out this person's attitude, so he didn't say anything.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Fang also has something he is not good at."

He was still laughing, no wonder Fang Chengyan refused to drink yesterday.

It turned out to be a drunkard.

The quilt completely occupied Song Zhi's arms, and he couldn't move his hand, and he didn't want to stay where he was for a long time.

Song Zhi felt that the contemptuous smile on his face was very annoying: "Oh, you old brother, you really are."

"Is drinking a good thing?" He choked back, "You are awesome if you can drink?"

Zhang Ming, who was called "Old Brother", stopped smiling abruptly, and his expression changed visibly with the naked eye.

This expression is very complicated, as if in thought, slightly sullen and puzzled.

Seeing his appearance, Song Zhi let go of his hands and feet, and yelled: "What? Old brother, I can't call you?"

"People are so old, so drink and take it easy. We have to outlive our lives, this is really awesome."

"Do you think so?"

"Old brother."

Zhang Ming didn't feel offended, just surprised.

After all, the 19-year-old Song Zhi called him "uncle" back then, he was cute and polite.

It turns out that behind the scenes...

Is it actually like this?

His son had a rough time with him. Zhang Ming didn't really like Song Zhi, but he didn't dislike him too much.

Now it seems that he is also a villain.A dignified and rigid person like Song Guoxiao doesn't know how he gave birth to such a son, the two of them are not alike at all.

Zhang Ming's sharp eyes narrowed, and he glanced at the quilt in Song Zhi's arms: "Are you planning... to spend the night with Fang Chengyan?"

With the same lips as Zhang Lingze, he spat out vicious words one by one: "It's been so many years, why haven't you made any progress?"

"Still like men?" There was a mockery in the corner of his mouth.

"So unrepentant, I feel for Song Xiang that he died unjustly." Zhang Ming put down this sentence.

Turning around, the figure disappeared into the darkness.

"..."

Song Xiang?

Song Zhi stood there in a daze, as if he was surrounded by negative emotions the moment he heard the name.There was a coolness penetrating into his body desperately, his heart was stuffy and he couldn't breathe.

After staring blankly for a while, he noticed something wet on his face.

Touch it.

It was tears that shed involuntarily.

Song Zhi's throat surged, and he went upstairs in a daze.

He clearly remembered the name.

——Song Xiang.

Of course he knew that this was his elder brother's name.

On the first night after he was discharged from the hospital, Song Guoxiao yelled at him as a "sinner", but no one ever told him what was going on.

There was nothing in his head, and all the memories related to his eldest brother disappeared.But he could vaguely know that Song Xiang's death had something to do with him...

Song Zhi gently pushed open the office door.

Fang Chengyan was already asleep on the sofa.

The man's wine is very good, except for sleeping, he has not behaved in any way.

He lightly covered Fang Chengyan with the quilt, and stared at the moon outside the window in a daze.

Song Zhi saw Song Xiang's photo in the study at home, and he stared at it for a long time...

It was an amazing feeling.They have the same eyebrows and eyes, carry the same blood on their bodies, and are familiar with him like another soul in the world.

As a result, he, a sinner, smiled at his sister-in-law that night and asked who it was.

Song Zhi wished he could slap himself loudly.

Who do you think that is...