you are not a passerby

The rigid atmosphere in the living room ended with the arrival of early morning.

When Yu Feng saw dawn, he immediately thought that this was the result of the call Chen Ke made.

Fang Jiming didn't receive Chen Ke's call, and the phone was turned off when he called again. He felt strange, and after a little investigation, he knew that it was this worry-free mother who ran to trouble Chen Ke.He immediately asked Chen Chen to go over to see the situation. He was really not sure what the consequences would be if his mother, who was always accustomed to verbal disputes, met the stubborn Chen Ke.

In the early morning, he entered the door and greeted both of them, then turned to Chen Ke with a gloomy face, and said, "Chen Ke, go and do your work first, I have something to report to my wife alone."

Chen Ke knew that this meant to send him away, so he ran out the door with a hum, his heart was in a mess, he walked around the garden aimlessly twice, squatted in a peony flower bed, and vented with The flower shovel dug the soil vigorously, and the earthworm rolled out of the soil was cut in half by him without paying attention.

Yu Feng knew that the reason why he came in the early morning was to ask her to leave. Anyway, she had met the people she should see and said what she should say, so there was no need to waste any more time, so she got up and went out with the early morning.

"Xinchen," Yu Feng walked out of the room unhurriedly, clasping Chenchen's hand, and asked him, "You've been with Mr. Fang for a while, what do you think of this? What does Chen Ke mean?"

It was two people who had already walked to the side of the car. Not far behind was the flower garden where Chen Ke was. The driver got down and opened the door for Yu Feng, but Yu Feng stood still.

After thinking for a while in the early morning, she smiled maturely and said, "I think Madam is worrying too much."

"Oh? How do you say it?" Yu Feng was very interested. This assistant has been following Fang Jiming closely, and his words are of great reference value.

"The last time I was on a business trip in Hengdian, I followed Mr. Fang all the time, and I knew a little about this boy," Chen Chen replied, "Mr. Fang met Chen Ke several times on the set, watched him act, and felt that his performance was a bit strange. Talent is a talent that can be made, so I intentionally trained him to sign him into the company, and then encountered an accident on the set, Mr. Fang also felt guilty, so he brought him back to take care of him, and as far as I know, Mr. Fang brought him back , taught him a lot of things sincerely, and didn’t... well, do other things.” These are not the truthful words of Chen Chen, but what he deliberately said to Yu Feng, the purpose is to make Chen Ke seem less important and dispel the truth. Yu Feng's vigilance and doubts saved Chen Ke from the bull's-eye.

"You mean, since Ming didn't mean that to him, but Bole met Maxima? Just want to train him?"

"Well, Mr. Fang gave up his favorite film career when he was young, and he felt a little regretful..." Qingchen continued, "I think he may feel the same way when he sees Chen Ke's progress and growth, and it can be a way to make up for regrets and realize his dreams a way."

Yu Feng was silent for a long time. She was moved by what Qingchen said. Indeed, Fang Jiming went against his parents' wishes and insisted on learning acting. He made a few films and devoted himself completely. He really liked it. In this line of work, the unfulfilled ideals of those years can now be realized with a child of similar age and personality, which is justified.

Yu Feng smiled and said meaningfully: "I really hope that's what you said."

Chen Ke heard the conversation verbatim not far away, he threw the flower shovel aside angrily, and sat down on the muddy ground.

The sun rose higher and higher, but Chen Ke's heart became colder and colder, as if a bottomless hole had been opened, and the cold wind howled inside.

He has always been self-indulgent, Fang Jiming doesn't like him at all, how could he like him?

Fang Jiming has always been aloof from him, never responded positively to his closeness, and remained indifferent to his various overtures. Chen Ke always thought that he had not done enough, not good enough to be liked, but now it seems that even though he No matter how obedient and hard you try, it is impossible to get even the slightest bit of love from that person.

He treats you well only because he feels a little pity for his old friend, just because you are suitable for him to practice and realize his unfinished ideals.

These cruel truths suddenly overwhelmed Chen Ke, and the frustration accumulated in these days was completely ignited by today's sudden jealousy and anger, burning him beyond recognition, completely unable to think rationally.

On the one hand, there is the frustration of "no matter what I do, you will not like me", and on the other hand, the raging anger of "how can you treat me as a substitute", Chen Ke is torn between these two extreme emotions, and feels that her own My body and mind are going to be shattered into countless pieces.

He wanted to leave here quickly, why bother to humiliate himself?But he was unwilling to leave like this, the anger that burned his bones and bones needed to be vented, he wanted revenge, wanted to destroy everything...

Until noon, Ma Ruilin found Chen Ke and dragged him back to the room for dinner. His mind was still filled with these contradictory and messy thoughts.

Chen Ke didn't know how to eat, so Ma Ruilin sat down with him worriedly, handed him his mobile phone, and told him with gestures and words, Mr. can't get through to your number, call me to ask how you are, you hurry up Call him back.

For such a simple meaning, it took Chen Ke who was completely out of shape to guess for a long time before he figured it out, which made him irritated again.

What the fuck is he doing every day?Does Fang Jiming think it's fun to hit him every day and let him live in a feeling of inferiority of "I don't know anything" every day?

Why on earth is he locked up in this ghost place where no one can see, and is taught like a son every day?You have to take notes when you study, you have to write an 800-word review after watching a movie, you will be fined if you can’t answer the questions, and you have to copy books to learn English!Why is this all? !

The more Chen Ke thought about it, the more angry she was, she left Ma Ruilin and her mobile phone in the living room, and went down to the basement by herself.

There are wine cellar, wine tasting room and cigar room in the basement. Fang Jiming allowed him to pick out what he needs to practice bartending after finishing his homework.

Whenever he has time, he runs down and uses the rich variety of wine here to practice his hands. Sometimes the wine he mixes succeeds, sometimes fails, and all of them are used as treasures for Fang Zhiming, and sometimes he creates some drinks with unique flavors. A nice name, with interesting little decorations, proudly bring it out and share it with Fang Jiming.

The "heart of roses" and "love of sea blue" now seem to be a waste of effort. In the eyes of that man, they must be as naive and ridiculous as a child playing house.

Chen Ke felt uncomfortable. After being injured, he instinctively wanted to escape. There was something in front of him that could make him temporarily forget his troubles. He threw himself into the arms of alcohol without hesitation.

With a cigar in his mouth, he puffed and smoked, and opened ten bottles of different wines in a row with both hands.

Fang Jiming's original schedule was to come back tomorrow, but Yu Feng staged a sneak attack today, which caught him off guard. After asking Chen Chen to coax Yu Feng away, he was still worried, but he couldn't get through to Chen Ke.

Ask the nanny, the nanny said that after Chen Ke finished eating, he locked himself in the basement and never came out.

Of course Fang Jiming was worried, and he didn't know what his mother had said to Chen Ke. The boy had an impulsive temper. Something must be done.

He ended his trip ahead of schedule and flew back to Beijing that night.

By the time we got back to the mountain villa, it was already late at night.

After finding the key and opening the door to the basement, the door to the tasting room on the left was opened, and a strong smell mixed with various alcohol and cigarette smells rushed in.

Fang Jiming had been unable to get through to Chen Ke's phone number, and there was a fire in his heart, but seeing the scene in front of him now, he was even more angry. My temples throbbed with pain.

I saw Chen Ke leaning against the dark red sofa, sitting on the carpet, with his long legs stretched out straight, and there were large and small wine bottles scattered between his legs and around him, some were empty, some were half drunk , lying on the carpet, still pouring out dark liquor.Chen Ke's face showed an abnormal flush, the tip of his nose and forehead were covered with fine beads of sweat, his messy long hair was stuck to his cheeks with sweat, and his lips were soaked in wine, showing a soft and rosy luster.

The air conditioner in the wine tasting room was turned on, and it was as warm as spring. Chen Ke might have drunk too much alcohol, so he unbuttoned his shirt and sprinkled a lot of red wine on the front, which looked like flowers in full bloom. The skin in front of her is also an ambiguous pale pink color, her smooth and firm belly undulates in a rhythmic rhythm due to her unsteady breathing, and her beautifully curved waistline is faintly trapped in the shadow of the light.

If he only evaluates this picture, Fang Jiming has to admit that it is a picture of drunken beauties that make people blush, red and bloody, with a weird and decadent aesthetic.

But now he has no mood to appreciate beauty or not, and all his rationality is used to suppress his anger. He feels that he is already very educated if he didn't slap Chen Ke out with a slap.

Chen Ke half-closed his eyes and was still muttering something. Fang Jiming approached and heard him mumbling to himself: "Yes, that's right...the one named Fang is...a cold-blooded pervert... ...He not only used Lao Tzu as a stand-in for his predecessor, but also imprisoned me here, it must be to play some kind of crazy...game..."

Fang Jiming: "..."

"Chen Ke," Fang Jiming's voice seemed to come from the distant North Pole, with a chill that would not melt for thousands of years, "What are you doing?"

Chen Ke heard it, and he slowly regained his remaining consciousness, competing with alcohol for control of his body, finally opened his eyes wide with difficulty, and raised his head to meet the eyes that were shining with a cold light above him.

At the beginning, his gaze shrank obviously. He was still afraid of Fang Jiming, afraid that Fang Jiming would see him in such a mess, but soon, his careful dodging was replaced by Feng Rui's anger, and Chen Ke looked directly at Fang Jiming. Ming said with a sneer, "Teacher, are you back?"

Fang Jiming bent down, grabbed his collar, pulled him up and threw him on the single sofa, his raging anger could not be suppressed: "Look at what you look like now?! What are you doing?"

Chen Ke giggled, gasped for breath, and said incoherently: "I'm happy, I finally understand something today, I... I want to resign, I'm free, I won't serve you anymore, young master, once I'm happy, I can't drink It doesn't matter if you lose your wine, it will be deducted from your salary according to the usual practice, and I will compensate you..."

Fang Jiming was so angry that his heart beat wildly, his eye circles were flushed, and a cold mist gradually rose from his eyes. He squeezed his knees between Chen Ke's legs, pushed him up, and pinched his jaw to make him look at himself. : "Can you afford it?" Just a few bottles of wine?Can you pay for my hard work?

Chen Ke's mind eroded by alcohol was running low. He looked at Fang Jiming in a daze: "...Yes, I can't afford it." His eyes dimmed for a moment, but soon, the obsidian-like bright and dazzling eyeballs I came back and turned around, and then said stubbornly: "Then I will pay for myself."

He quickly hooked Fang Ziming's neck, pulled him down to himself, and kissed him devoutly and fiercely. In the confusion, his hand touched the hardened part of Fang Ziming's lower half, Out of breath, he chuckled softly: "Teacher, you have always reacted to me, why are you pretending to be a gentleman? Anyway, I plan to leave, I can't pretend anymore, so don't pretend!"