Flying the boss is not easy

The reverse microblog was drawn up very quickly, and the slaps in the face never stopped. Of course, some angry youths said, "I don't believe that I just don't believe that there must be something wrong with your stuff!"

Now there is no need for Wan Hansong and the others to try their best to explain what happened, there are countless people who misunderstood them before to help them complain.

After transferring money to City A Life Account, Wan Hansong couldn’t help lamenting the coldness of the world. Before when they had a good reputation, City A Life Account kept swaying their popularity. When they were in the most difficult time, adding money and asking them to post a Weibo didn’t agree. Now After the public opinion turned around, they reluctantly agreed to send them a Weibo to refute the rumors.

As the saying goes, misfortune and good fortune depend on each other. Although Songhai Tea Industry has suffered the biggest blow in more than ten years, they have greatly increased their popularity because of this incident. I have to say that Wang Shaojie's set is too good.

"Thank you for doing things for us without asking for anything in return." Wan Hansong said with a smile, intentionally disgusting Wang Shaojie's grandson.

"You!" Wang Shaojie's face turned pale, and the buttons of his shirt seemed to be undone, "Stop teaching me here!"

After he lost his job, he lobbied many people. Like Song Haicha, those people felt that this crooked path was impossible, and they all rejected him. Song Haicha was the last person he found.He felt that no one noticed his talent, and the hatred in his heart grew, and finally he wanted to take revenge.

Among these people, either he was already an old man with deep connections, or he knew someone was behind him at a glance. After thinking about it for a long time, he felt that Song Haicha, who seemed to be of little age and seemed simple, would be easier to attack.

It's a pity that he doesn't know that although his marketing methods are quite good, he still needs to learn more about harming people.

Wang Shaojie was still not reconciled. He said to Song Haicha: "Boss Song, you must have known my strength through this incident. Look at how many people know about Songhai Tea now than before. You really don't want me to help you." ?"

Wan Hansong sprayed out the tea, this man's skin was thicker than the corner of the city wall, he made them toss for so long, and in the end he had the audacity to say how strong he was!

"If it wasn't for the fear of your high blood pressure and heart disease, I'd want to throw you into a ball and throw you down the stairs. You're so shy!" Wan Hansong spit out the tea dregs in his mouth and wrapped them in paper.

Wang Shaojie hasn't had a sip of water since he entered the door, and his lips are almost peeling. He still wants to say something, but he can only make a hoarse voice.

There was a teapot next to Song Haicha, and he didn't seem to be pouring a glass of water for Wang Shaojie, he just got up silently: "You go back, there is nothing to discuss about this matter."

"Did you hear that? Go back quickly, or I'll call the security." After finishing speaking, Wan Hansong took out his mobile phone from his pocket, making a gesture to call the security office.

Wang Shaojie was not reconciled, but left under various pressures.

After he left, Wan Hansong cleared the table: "You say he doesn't work hard all day long, so how can he try to get rich through these channels?"

Song Haicha said mercilessly: "It is precisely because I don't work hard that I have time to do these daydreams."

Wan Hansong rubbed his chin, thoughtfully: "That's right, you should learn from me, you see, although I have a special relationship, I still work hard and never thought of gaining any convenience through this relationship. He blinked ambiguously, "Do you think so?"

"Perhaps." Song Haicha leaned back on the chair, holding a teacup in his hand.

Wan Hansong threw the rag from his hand: "What is maybe? You, wipe it off." He pointed at the table.

"All right, let me wipe it. You've worked hard during this time, so don't come to my place tonight." He pushed Wan Hansong to the side and sat down, Wan Hansong pressed his hands just as they touched the rag .

"Wait, what do you mean you don't come tonight? I just want to come."

Song Haicha pulled out his hand: "Look, aren't you taking advantage of your special relationship now?"

"..."

He couldn't find a place to refute.

That's what I said, but at six o'clock in the evening, Wan Hansong appeared at the door of Song Hai's tea room on time.

It was Song Yang who came to open the door, with greasy hands and a small piece of duck neck in his mouth, and he yelled "Master Wan" vaguely and let him in.

He didn't eat much at noon, and Wan Hansong was so hungry that he couldn't bear it now, so he quickly asked, "Is there any more? Bring me some."

Song Yang pointed to a bag on the coffee table and asked him to take it himself.

Wan Hansong asked Song Yang while gnawing, "How is life at school?"

After seven days of reflection, it was Thursday. Song Yang only went to class for two days before returning.

"It's not good. I'm going to review in front of the whole school, and I have to make up a lot of homework. I'm exhausted."

Song Yang didn't say how other people treated him. Although he was complaining to Wan Hansong at the moment, he could see that he was quite happy after returning to school.

Wan Hansong was relieved, and then said: "But the lens still has to be bought by Lu Wenwen, I don't know these things, you choose it yourself, and then I will reimburse you, Master Song."

Song Yang whispered, "I've already bought it."

Wan Hansong, who was confronting the perverted spicy duck neck, couldn't hear clearly, so he raised his voice a bit: "What did you say?"

"I said I bought it. Did the duck neck burn your eardrums?!" Song Yang shouted into Wan Hansong's ear.

Wan Hansong quickly threw away the neck of the duck and rubbed his ears: "I heard you just a little louder, so why are you so self-conscious this time, and prepared the apology so quickly?"

"Cut," Song Yang turned his head to one side, "I just don't want to owe favors."

Wan Hansong took a sip of hot tea to relieve the spicy taste, and then said nonchalantly: "Yes, it is best not to owe favors, and everything is easy to pay back, but favors are the worst."

Song Yang stared at him with wide eyes, trying to get something out of his mouth: "I said I just don't want to owe favors!"

"Oh, I heard it. It's a good thing to understand these truths earlier."

Wan Hansong sniggered in his heart, how could he not know Song Yang's little thoughts, he didn't say anything, he just wanted to see these students scratching their heads for this unfathomable emotion.

Song Yang saw that he really couldn't get what he wanted, so he went to the side in anger.

The boiled beef made by Song Haicha for dinner was a big deal. He specially made a slightly more complicated dish. The moment he put the bowl on the table, he felt that all the fatigue of the day had been driven away.

Wan Hansong held the chopsticks and said happily: "I think I really found a treasure. It's not easy to find a man who cooks for relaxation, isn't it Song Yang?"

Song Yang was mentioned inexplicably, and he gave Wan Hansong two words: "Hehe."

Song Haicha picked some pieces of meat for Wan Hansong, and then some bean sprouts for Song Yang. He said, "Eat more vegetables, don't just eat meat all day long."

Wan Hansong threw a small piece of vegetables stuck to the beef to Song Haicha: "I don't eat vegetables, you eat."

"Okay, give me what you don't want to eat."

"..."

Song Yang seemed to have remembered something, and went out after saying "I remembered that I haven't brought something".

It doesn't matter if you don't eat this dog food.

Wan Hansong shook his head, he had reminded him so clearly, if you want to win a woman...not a girl's heart, you have to tie her stomach first!

There are not many people at their age who can cook. If he has an additional skill, should he post it to Moments or something? This will not be an additional advantage!

Song Haicha pushed Wan Hansong's head back: "Concentrate on eating and don't watch TV."

Wan Hansong ate the rice obediently, thinking to himself: Am I watching TV?What I'm looking at is your nephew's long-awaited road to love!

After eating, it is customary to sit together and watch TV with hugs and hugs, but Song Haicha didn't know what happened today, and moved around, as if the clothes on his body were not suitable, and he was uncomfortable no matter how he wore them.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

Song Haicha made up his mind and slowly took out something.

After seeing clearly what he was holding, Wan Hansong took a deep breath, his hands kept shaking, and he couldn't speak clearly: "This... this... you... I..."

Song Haicha looked into his eyes with deep and sincere eyes: "I'm not a romantic person, and I can't say anything touching. If you don't mind, as long as you agree, I will definitely not let you down."

Wan Hansong threw himself into his arms, raised his face and looked at him: "Is there any reason for me to disagree?"

Song Haicha's nerves were tense, and his face was a little astonished when he heard this sentence, but Wan Hansong's words made his heart settle in the next second.

"I agree so much!" As he said, he stretched out his hand, "Put it on for me!"

Song Haicha took out the ring, put his hand on Wan Hansong's hand, and put it on him carefully and meticulously like handling fragile porcelain.

Wan Hansong looked at the ring under the light, the reflected light was very dazzling, but he was not willing to take his eyes away at all.

Song Haicha's hand was covered to cover his eyes. The ring on his ring finger was very cold and felt comfortable against his face. He couldn't help rubbing it against it.

The long eyelashes swept back and forth on Song Haicha's hands, itching and reassuring, this unique feeling stretched all the way to his heart.

Wan Hansong grabbed his hand, got up and straddled Song Haicha, put his arms around Song Haicha's neck and kissed him.

Kissing the hands of the two people started to be unruly, you unbutton me and I lift your clothes.

It was as if the birds had found a warm nest, and it seemed that their souls had returned to their hometown. Tonight they found the most important food in each other.

In the morning, Wan Hansong's biological clock woke him up. The warm back and the hands on his waist made his sense of security reach its peak, and he leaned back.

The hand on the waist suddenly tightened, and Song Haicha pecked him on the neck: "Are you awake? Sleep a little longer."

Wan Hansong leaned against it for a while, then resigned himself to his fate and got up: "No, I have to get up and go to work."

Song Haicha propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed: "The clothes are on the sofa. I went to your room to bring them for you last night. Since you love work so much, I won't stop you. Go."

The word "I | Fuck" flashed by, Wan Hansong walked to the bed and lifted the quilt: "Get up and make me breakfast!"

A dead man doesn't understand any fun. In this situation, shouldn't he be dragged back to the bed and said "You worked hard last night and don't have to go to work today"?

Song Haicha seemed to like Wan Hansong's orders very much, and he didn't resist at all, so he packed up and cooked dumplings for him.

The author has something to say:

Ah... I'm not at all embarrassed, I covered my face and ran away (*/ω＼*)

In the future, there will be no updates on Mondays and Wednesdays every week, thank you everyone~

By the way, I really can't write the boss, I was very happy when I saw the boss, but when I wrote it, I couldn't help complaining, "Who is not human? Why are you so lazy???"

Alas, I try my best to overcome the psychological barrier, and next time I write, I will try to write a bully

Then I changed the title a little bit and removed the word farming. I originally planned to write more about how they grow tea and fry tea, but my keyboard has its own ideas, which are more and more out of my control ╮( ╯▽╰)╭