big master, big liar

.

He still remembers.

Song Xuan tried his best to restrain the trembling of his voice: "Not necessarily, maybe you will see him again."

Ji Yunxi laughed, a bit like a child: "So what if I see it?"

"I was only six years old when I met him, and his temperament and appearance are very different from now."

"If I were a peddler, I could still call him a brother when I saw him. But I am the culprit of this world, a first-class tyrant, what am I waiting for? Can he still smile at me?"

Song Xuan was speechless.

"Song Xuan, you understood earlier that no one will be attached to me." Ji Yunxi repeated. "nobody."

He knows everything.

He knows how the world sees him, and he knows that the adulation around him is nothing but clowns.

On the long road full of thorns, he abandoned all goodwill to survive and climb to the top, but because of this, he lost all qualifications to love and be loved.

He hates everything, including himself.

Song Xuan asked him stubbornly: "What if he came to see you?"

Ji Yunxi laughed: "I don't want to see him."

What has become of the person in memory?

Is he jealous of evil, piercing his throat with a sword?

Or has she changed her appearance and flattered and knelt before him?

Ji Yunxi didn't want to know.

Not at all.

He took Song Xuan's hand and murmured softly: "That's fine."

"Song Xuan, even if you hate me."

"I don't want to be alone anymore."

Snow is getting bigger and bigger.

The old timeline outside the episode ([-])

18,

When that Boss Fang appeared in Zhaixing Pavilion again, he still brought a lot of knacks.

Although the priest Song Xuan is a nameless prisoner, he is in full swing in Dayao, so it is not difficult to see him.

It is rare to escape the eyes and ears of the emperor.

Fang Qiutang managed to find such an opportunity, and sneaked in under the guise of bribery.

Song Xuan opened the mechanism box he brought, and found a golden ring inside, inlaid with gemstones the size of pigeon eggs, exquisite workmanship, so fancy that Song Xuan was dizzy.

Fang Qiutang said: "Take this thing and go out another day. With this thing, you can exchange money in my shop, and you can exchange as much as you want."

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback: "Going out?"

"It's almost the end of the fight outside," Fang Qiutang said. "Two days ago some officials abandoned the city and fled. It won't take long to reach Shengjing."

This is good news.

But Song Xuan was stuck in his throat by something, and couldn't speak.

"How many days...how long?" he asked.

"Maybe three to five months, or maybe one or two years." Fang Qiutang explained. "Ji Yunxi may not be willing to let you go. The priest should make plans early. If necessary, you can also send a letter to me."

"I heard that you are from Yao. If you don't want to continue to be the priest of Nantu, just leave. With this ring, you will never have to worry about food and clothing."

Song Xuan held the heavy thing and laughed silently: "Boss Fang is really generous."

"It should be, you helped me a lot. If it weren't for your information, Nantu's side would not be so smooth."

Song Xuan's smile didn't reach his eyes, it was more like a mask hanging on his face.

He sighed softly: "Don't you want to help your brother out? What's his name, maybe I can help. "

Fang Qiutang looked at the priest with gentle eyes, hesitated for a while, and said, "This ring was not for you."

"I lied to you."

Song Xuan looked up at him.

"I didn't do it to help some righteous brother escape, I did it for revenge." Fang Qiutang looked at his face and said slowly. "My foolish brother is dead."

"This ring was originally prepared for him. Whoever takes it will be the second head of my shop. It's ridiculous that the bastard can't even touch it."

Fang Qiutang had a pair of fox eyes, looking cunning and cold, but there was a faint glimmer of water inside.

"He followed Ji Yunxi, and he deserved this day." Fang Qiutang raised the corners of his mouth, not without sarcasm. "I tried to persuade him several times, but he refused to listen, and in the end he really gave up like a pawn."

What he said was cold, but Song Xuan forcefully read mourning from it.

It was extremely difficult for Song Xuan to say every word: "So...?"

Fang Qiutang's fox eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, but the whites of his eyes were already bloodshot: "He wants Ji Ni's life for the power of the country, and I will let him end up in the end, and pay for Ji Ni's life—"

Song Xuan couldn't persuade him at all, he could only pat him on the shoulder lightly.

Fang Qiutang probably hadn't told anyone about this for a long time, but now that the big event was about to happen, she forgot all of a sudden and grabbed his hand with a sneer: "But so what if he dies? There is only one season in this world. Only that bastard—”

"That's mine..." His voice lowered, his shoulders trembled, and his face was buried in his arms.

19,

Song Xuan played with the ring Fang Qiutang left behind and didn't speak for a long time.

Ji Yunxi followed suit, then asked with a smile, "Does the priest like these ornaments?"

Song Xuan said softly: "It's just that the precious stones are rare, so let's take a second look."

Ji Yunxi said: "Priests are much rarer than these things. If you like them, I'll find some for you someday."

Song Xuan's movements froze slightly.

He turned his head to look at Ji Yunxi, the man was covered with a thin layer of gold by the setting sun, and even his delicate eyebrows and eyes were blurred and warm, the black satin was shining with luster, against the gold-woven forehead on his head, he was in a trance Time actually makes people mistaken for heaven and man.

Obviously looks so handsome.

Song Xuan asked: "How is the battle going outside?"

"Not much," Ji Yunxi laughed casually. "Why did the priest inquire about these things?"

"In a hurry?"

His eyes are as deep as an ancient well, without the slightest ripple, as if everything is clear, but there is nothing.

Song Xuan let out a "huh".

Ji Yunxi hooked the corners of his mouth, and fell on his back, on Song Xuan's lap. He smiled contentedly: "Priest, don't worry, I won't let the priest go."

"Not even in death."

Song Xuan still looked at the ring in his hand.

But Ji Yunxi suddenly thought of something, jumped up happily, and whispered softly in his ear.

However, Song Xuan's gaze trembled.

He smiled brightly, and the brilliance at that moment was like a boy.

He said, Song Xuan, if you really don't want to accompany me, why don't you do it.

If you kill me, you will never be able to escape from me in this life.

20

Song Xuan was kind and gentle in his life, but he was also ruthless. Without the constraints of ordinary people, he also lost that bond and truth.

Even the people in Nantu were just old friends for many years in his eyes. Song Xuanneng would disregard life and death for them, but he would not stop for them.

But now, a different seed had been planted in his heart, but it hadn't waited for it to germinate and blossom. The ugly and entangled rhizome was born, which made him love it and hate it.

The longer he was in contact with Ji Yunxi, the deeper the root became, and the tighter he was entangled, he couldn't break free, wanted to uproot him, but couldn't bear it.

Later, he didn't want to struggle anymore.

He let Ji Yunxi do whatever he wanted, and occasionally chatted, and when he got excited, he even learned to write a few words.

The first one Song Xuan learned was Ji Yunxi's name.

Ji Yunxi didn't talk about things outside, he didn't ask, the two of them just pretended to be deaf and dumb in tacit understanding.

One day, Ji Yunxi asked him: "What if I... escape?"

Song Xuan didn't answer, Ji Yunxi suddenly laughed: "Why are you running away, I'm afraid I'm stupid."

Where could he escape?

He is the worst in the world.

Song Xuan was thinking, at that moment, only for a moment, his heart was moved.

I want to help this person escape the blame of the world, escape all the tears shed because of him, escape all the blood shed because of him.

Ji Yunxi is a tyrant, a wicked villain who treats human life like nothing, and is the sinner who imprisoned him.

Then who is Song Xuan at this moment?

He thought, this is fate, more like robbery.

Probably, the calamity is over, and the life is also over.

21

The Nantu people came very quickly.

Wanting to come to Dayao to wait for them, he also waited for a long time.

Hearing that Nantu's high priest has spoken, the crime is not as good as the common people.

It is said that there is a group of rangers in Shengjing, waiting at the gate of the city early, ready to welcome the Nantu people into the city.

I heard that their leader is a girl who hates evil and has long wanted to assassinate her, but this time she finally waited for the tyrant to fall.

People's aspirations, happy people.

Ji Yunxi walked into the Zhaixing Pavilion alone, he was still dressed in black, holding a jug of wine in his hand, just like the rebellious king when he first met, but his expression lacked the hostility.

Song Xuan waited for him for a long time.

"Where's Zhu Yang?" Song Xuan asked.

Ji Yunxi said, "I let him go."

Ji Yunxi couldn't help showing a smile: "It's already at this time, you don't come to ask me, but ask him."

Song Xuan asked: "Are you jealous?"

"Ah."

For the first time, Song Xuan wanted to touch his head, and he did the same.

Ji Yunxi's lazy smile was no longer the usual gloom, but instead carried the arrogance of a young man.

He said, "You go too."

Song Xuan looked into his eyes and asked him, "Didn't you say you won't let me go?"

Ji Yunxi said, "Let's go."

There was a fearless smile on his face, as if he was going to go hunting, facing the wild rabbits and pheasants in the mountains, not the thousands of troops outside the city gate.

Song Xuan looked out the window, the imperial city was still as cold.

He stood up and took a few steps outside.

But suddenly something caught his sleeve.

He turned his head and saw Ji Yunxi's hand, pinching his sleeve, trembling slightly.

Ji Yunxi lowered his head, suddenly realized something, and let go.

"Let's go."

He repeated it.

Song Xuan glanced at him and sighed lowly: "What about you?"

Ji Yunxi smiled and pointed to the wine on the table: "I have to drink it myself."

Song Xuan asked: "Did you originally want to drink with me?"

Ji Yunxi paused for a moment before saying, "I originally thought about it."

But when I saw him, I didn't think about anything.

Ji Yunxi looked at him, the smile finally disappeared, and he said softly, "Song Xuan, you can go."

"I won't keep you anymore, you can go anywhere and do whatever you want."

"do not forget me."

Song Xuan looked out the window, then at Ji Yunxi's trembling hands.

He sat down and said, "I'll give you a ride."

Ji Yunxi laughed: "Alright."

He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down.

Simply neat.

Her lips were bright red with a faint gleam of water.

Holding the jug, he said, "I don't know why so many people like wine. It doesn't taste good at all, and priests don't want to taste it."

Song Xuan said, "Then what flavor do you like?"

"Sweet," Ji Yunxi smiled with crooked eyebrows. "It would be nice if the wine was sweet."

Song Xuan said: "It's a pity that it's too late to find it."

Ji Yunxi stared at him intently for a long time, and walked over step by step until Song Xuan was completely covered by her own figure.

He stared into Song Xuan's eyes foolishly, and asked softly, "Song Xuan, can you hug me for a while?"

"Just a moment."

"it is good."

Ji Yunxi leaned down cautiously and put her head on Song Xuan's shoulder.

Song Xuan put his hands on his thin waist.

Then, the weight of Ji Yunxi's entire body fell on Song Xuan's body.

Song Xuan's eyes were very clear and gentle.

Ji Yunxi couldn't help wanting to look at it, but didn't dare to look at it.

"Song Xuan..." Ji Yunxi's voice was very soft, and it became softer in this quiet room.

"Ah."

"If only you had feelings for me."

"Even a little bit, just a little bit..."

"No, not at all."

"If only you were like me."

"No, don't be like me either."

Ji Yunxi stopped talking.

He clenched Song Xuan's clothes tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Song Xuan, I'm in so much pain..."

Probably because of the poison, he grabbed Song Xuan's clothes, and his teeth were deeply imprinted on Song Xuan's shoulder.

"It hurts... Song Xuan..."

Even such ramblings are so subtle and forbearing.

Song Xuan's hand tightened suddenly, holding him tightly in his arms.

"I'm so scared..." Ji Yunxi's voice finally brought tears and trembling, and the warm liquid fell on Song Xuan's shoulders, and it gradually became cold again.

From the beginning to the end, Song Xuan just hugged him without saying a word.

Ji Yunxi couldn't see Song Xuan's expression, but he clenched the temperature under his hand, gradually blurring his consciousness in the severe pain.

"...I regret it, Song Xuan."

He finally said.

After that, Song Xuan felt that his shoulders were heavy, something had fallen, the hand holding his clothes fell down feebly, and the body held in his arms also became soft and weak.

The wind passed through the window lattice, brushed the hair of the man in his arms, and lingered at his fingertips.

Now he is the only one left.

Song Xuan thought.

He is gone, he is free.

He gently took the man's hand and interlocked his fingers.

He reached out and refilled the wine on the table, using the same wine glass that the man had used.

Then, he put it close to his lips and drank it slowly.

"You're right, it should be sweet."

Song Xuan said softly.

He pushed down the rest of the wine, and knocked down the oil lamp casually.

The flame suddenly grew bigger and spread upward along the bed curtain.

Song Xuan hugged the man's soft body again, and finally sighed.

What did he regret?

Is it regret should not imprison him, or should not let him go?Or do you regret the stupid things he did?

Song Xuan didn't know.

He wanted to ask him.

"Ji Yunxi, I just went to ask you." Song Xuan whispered in his ear.

"At most... I'm afraid that you will be alone."

The fire was blazing, but the sky outside the window was still blue.

This life is sacrificed to the world, and this body is sacrificed to Yunxi.

【End of the old timeline】

Seasonal Nitrate x Begonia ([-])

"Young master, you are the kindest person I have ever met!"

"My lord, what are you doing here today?"

"Then... son, can you give me a name?"

"My son, thank you."

For many days after Fang Qiutang woke up from the dream, she couldn't distinguish the dream from the reality.

That's right, he always felt that it was a dream, because what happened was too unreal, but there was no trace.

He dreamed that he had traveled into a dynasty that he had never heard of before. After suffering countless hardships, he finally managed to become a wealthy and profitable businessman. End is infinite scenery.

It's really a good drama with upgraded and smooth writing.

In the end, he blew himself up.

——Which novel dares to write like this?It has long been overwhelmed by the rotten eggs of readers.

Every time Fang Qiutang thinks about it, his teeth itch with hatred. In his dream, it was Dayi Lingran who was dead, and when he looked back, he was so angry that he wanted to hit the wall.

But turning his head and thinking about it, it was just a dream, why did he take it so seriously?

Maybe the people inside are too real.

That charlatan national teacher, and his ruthless emperor concubine.

Oh, and a little jerk who dresses up all day long.

Not to mention, that little bastard looks pretty good.

He blew himself up, the little bastard should be pretty sad.

Fang Qiutang thought, I feel a little sorry for him.

Fang Qiutang is less than [-] years old, and is the director of the technical department of a branch of a well-known enterprise. The company's gangsters are the best.

He was quite ambitious. He stared at the position of the vice president above him all day long, only waiting for the vice president to vacate the position, so that he could sit on it, and since then he has a share in the company.

However, the sky failed as people wished, and the former vice president was finally promoted to the headquarters, and then another one was parachuted over.

Said to be a young returnee, the relationship with the head office is very strong, and to their small branch, it is all a matter of experience.

How hard is it? The company's big speaker girl gave him a thumbs up: "You know the one at the head office, right? The new one is the son of this one."

Fang Qiutang smacked and smacked himself, it was indeed hard for him to provoke.

Let's do it, eggs can't touch stones, and when this grandson is transferred, he will just seek a higher position.

Fang Qiutang thought about it this way, and there was nothing he could not let go of, so he went to see the new vice president frankly.

As soon as he entered the conference room, he was dumbfounded.

Standing in the meeting room was a young man in his early twenties, with slender hands and feet, dressed like a catwalk model, with a pair of familiar peach blossom eyes, smiling at everyone.

Fang Qiutang's head buzzed——

"Good afternoon, I'm Ji Ni."

He heard him say.

Quarterly nitrate.

Fang Qiutang was in a daze throughout the meeting and didn't listen to anything.It wasn't until the afternoon that it became clear that the airborne vice president was actually called "Ji Xiao".

His subordinate's big trumpet girl said cautiously: "Boss, you know, the vice president is so tough... Even if you are unhappy, bear with it, anyway, he will go up sooner or later, it's not worthwhile to tie up with him. "

Fang Qiutang was taken aback: "Who is upset?"

"You," said the girl with the big trumpet. "It's spread all over the company, saying that you looked unhappy during the meeting, and the little vice president looked at you several times."

Fang Qiutang's coveting of the superior position is also Sima Zhao's heart, and everyone knows it.It's just that apart from a bad mouth, there are no other shortcomings. I am skilled and unassuming, and I am even more protective of my subordinates. There are quite a few people in the company who are looking for him - this girl with a big speaker is one of them. one.

"The wind is the rain." Fang Qiutang gave her a disgusted look. "Have you ever heard of a poor mouth? If you haven't raised your salary for so many years, I think you will be ruined by your mouth."

The big trumpet girl has long been immune to him, thinking that this sentence is more applicable to you, so she gave him a meaningful look and walked away bouncing.

Fang Qiutang was left alone to meditate.

Does this Ji Xiao have anything to do with that little bastard in the dream?

In other words, did this vice president have the same dream as him?

4,

The new vice president was handsome and well-dressed, and he became a sight in the company. Everywhere he went, the little girls looked at him twice, and then turned their heads to snicker.

He also wandered around in front of the little vice president from time to time to make him familiar, trying to cultivate some relationship.

Among the crowd, there was one more Fang Qiutang.

He stood at the door of other people's offices twice in three days, his eyes seemed to be glued to his body.

He just wanted to find out if this little vice president had anything to do with Ji Ni.

Fang Qiutang felt the burden of shaving his own head, but the little vice president looked business-like, and treated everyone with a diplomatic and alienated attitude.

But whenever he was a little disheartened, he could always find something.

The tea that the vice president likes to drink is the same as Ji Nitrate.

There is a paperweight on the desk of the little vice president, which is peach blossom jade.

But when he asked, this person just said calmly: "I just like it. Director Fang asked why?"

Fang Qiutang was really confused at this moment, and wanted to speak out, but was afraid that the vice president would treat him as a psychopath and fire him directly, so he could only go to his side every day.

Over time, there was an extra rumor in the company.

Said that Director Fang was gay, wanted old cows to eat young grass, and even set his sights on the vice president's ass.

From then on, the straight male employee looked at him like a good woman looks at a hooligan.

Even the big trumpet girl came to persuade him: "There is no grass in the end of the world, boss, don't look too high, you can't handle that one."

Director Fang couldn't vomit out a mouthful of old blood, and almost choked to death by himself.

Extra Season Nitrate x Begonia ([-])

The technical department has been very busy these days.

Coupled with the fact that the junior vice president was airborne, many tasks had to be handed over, Fang Qiutang's temper became more and more irritable, and the people below couldn't help crying.

Especially the people directly under the central government in the technical department, etc., the work is tight, and they can't help complaining: "The boss is like an uncle coming these days, whoever splashes the blood."

"Just such a bad temper, not to mention the little vice president, but any normal girl wouldn't take a fancy to him. If you ask me, he deserves to be single for the rest of his life—"

This guy just went in and was scolded for a while, and he was so ashamed that he didn't have a good face.

The other is more honest: "Our boss is really... so what? Why don't I look like it?"

Rumors spread in the company lively, but the people in the technical department knew Fang Qiutang very well.Fang Qiutang is a vicious nerd when he is exhausted, and his greatest ambition is to become the vice president and get some shares in the company.

It is unlikely that he has the audacity to fall in love with the little vice president no matter how you look at it.

"I don't know if it's the boss or not," the person in the front chuckled, with a look of wretchedness in his eyes. "I think our little vice president may be true."

"what?"

"Don't believe me, just look at the little vice president's outfit, it's so flirtatious, it's almost as if there's a flower on his butt—"

"What are you doing with a flower?" A voice suddenly came out from over there. "To your grave?"

Before the boy finished speaking, he was kicked on the buttocks, staggered and turned his head to look back. It was Fang Qiutang, the boss of his family who was on menstruation.

Fang Qiutang looked at the two of them gloomily, and his teeth creaked: "I think you two have less work, people are floating, and you dare to spray all kinds of dung outside."

The two of them turned pale in fright: "Boss, we are joking, joking here—"

Fang Qiutang sneered: "What joke, let me laugh too?"

How dare the two of them speak, they stood there obediently, and were scolded to shame.

Director Fang scolded people, it's true that the dead can jump out of the coffin lid, and the eight generations of ancestors have been counted so thoroughly by you that they can't even lift their heads.

After a while, Fang Qiutang's mouth became dry and he coughed: "Okay, let's go back. Two young men, don't talk nonsense behind your back, the little trumpet talks less than you."

Farting, the gossip atmosphere in the technical department was brought up by the girl who played the trumpet.

The two boys didn't dare to say anything, and went back with their heads down.

Fang Qiutang unscrewed the thermos cup and took a big mouthful of tea—the tea was astringent and weak, with no scent at all, which made the former Boss Fang frowned and put it down.

After all, it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality, and next time I really can't be greedy for cheap things.

He was thinking about it, and when he raised his head, he was facing a pair of black and white peach blossom eyes, with complicated eyes and indescribable scrutiny.

Quarterly nitrate.

How long has this kid been standing here?

(To avoid trouble, use "Ji Nitrate" uniformly, anyway, you know that he is the same person)

"That, Mr. Ji."

Fang Qiutang coughed in embarrassment, took another sip of tea, and unconsciously tugged at the corner of his shirt.

Ji Ni came in step by step. He was wearing a gray-blue casual suit with a pink shirt inside. The collar was loosely opened, revealing his beautiful collarbone and the firm skin of a young man.

Looking down, there are two straight and slender legs, and the slightly rolled up trousers.

Fang Qiutang had to admit that those two young men were right, Ji Ni really could afford to be a coward.

Ji Ni's footsteps stopped in front of him, and he twitched the corners of his mouth: "I'll just take a look, I'm bumping into the director above and I'm going to correct it."

Fang Qiutang felt uncomfortable all over, and scratched his hair: "There is nothing wrong with them, I was just kidding with them."

The little vice president gave a meaningful "Oh".

Fang Qiutang always stared at the shirt on Ji Ni's body, with four buttons undone, he was sure that if he pulled it with his hands, he would be able to see the two little red nails on his chest.

He couldn't help opening his mouth: "Your clothes..."

Ji Ni stared at him, raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Not good-looking?"

Fang Qiutang coughed, "I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

Ji Ni laughed muffled.

Fang Qiutang was at a loss. A person like him who wears long johns all year round in autumn and winter and has no sense of fashion can't understand Ji Ni's taste.

Two days ago, this man was wearing a pair of ripped trousers, with two strong long legs looming inside, which made Fang Qiutang's brain ache.

Regardless of whether this little vice president has any memory or not, his taste is exactly the same as Ji Ni's.

Ji Ni laughed enough, got closer to him, and asked him: "Then... listen to the director, buckle it up?"

Fang Qiutang let out a "hmm".

Ji Nitrate didn't move.

Fang Qiutang waited for a long time, seeing that he was still standing there, and finally realized: "I...you..."

"Whoever proposes will implement it." Ji Ni said naturally.

Fang Qiutang vaguely felt that there were fiery eyes in the cubicles behind him.

The office was noisy, and they probably couldn't hear what was said, but this distance was enough for them to gossip.

He could even imagine the content of the dog thieves' tea party in the afternoon.

Fang Qiutang didn't do anything.

The little vice president simply took his hand and pressed on his chest.

"hiss--"

There was a faint sound of gasping from behind, as if the collective had their tongues scalded.

Fang Qiutang bit the bullet and quickly fastened two buttons, but accidentally touched the skin. The well-trained firm touch made his mind mess up, and he took more than two steps back.

"It's done." In the confusion, Fang Qiutang vaguely felt that something was wrong. He was obviously the one who took the initiative to inquire, so why did he seem to have changed?

Ji Ni also asked him: "Does this look good?"

"Ah."

"That's good." Ji Ni happily turned to leave.

Fang Qiutang was at a loss where he was, wondering what was wrong, what exactly did this person do here?Just let him button it?

After walking two steps, Ji Ni suddenly turned his head again: "Director Fang, there is a dinner tonight, you have to come too."

Fang Qiutang nodded, before he could respond, his ears felt hot, Ji Ni came over and added in a low voice: "Also, Director Fang, I heard that you have a crush on me."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and left again. Before leaving, he also presented a charming smile.

Fang Qiutang was completely stunned in place, the heat from the base of her ears burned to the top of her head, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses: "Who the hell was talking nonsense just now! You two get out of here!!!"

Seasonal Nitrate x Begonia ([-])

Director Fang was in a daze all afternoon, his head seemed to be covered with an active volcano, and he kept blowing out steam, and the little vice president looked back and smiled over and over again.

Not to mention, the two boys from the technical department were right, this little vice president, how could he be a brat.

Was Ji Nier so virtuous before?

Fang Qiutang thought about it, and she really nodded.

At the dinner party in the evening, the little vice president who talked and laughed at Yan Yan during the day and asked him to button up his buttons turned into a personable and gentle appearance again, and there was no inappropriate sentence between you and me at the wine table.

On the contrary, Fang Qiutang was out of his mind, his eyes drifted away, and he raised his eyes to look at Ji Ni's face from time to time, but when he was caught, he moved away guiltily.

Someone came to toast his wine and joked with a smile: "I've heard about Director Fang for a long time, and I saw it for the first time today, and it's still the face of Mr. Ji. Let's have a few more drinks today—"

This person's words are somewhat true and somewhat false. It is true that Fang Qiutang has never socialized very much, but it is not that he will not even give Party A face.

When people praised him, it was also Ji Ni's face.

Fang Qiutang was clear in his heart, and he had to put a smile on his face: "You have the final say."

Here, he has not lifted his wine glass yet, so a slender and beautiful hand snatched it away.

"Director Fang can't drink it. The technical department is rushing to work tomorrow, so you can't miss work." Ji Ni held his wine glass and smiled gracefully. "You don't get drunk after a thousand cups, so don't torment him. I even pointed him at him to work overtime for me."

The other party laughed when he heard this: "You boss, you even care about people drinking, be careful that they pack up and run away."

Ji Ni looked at Fang Qiutang, his eyes sparkled, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "That can't be done, Director Fang has already taken a fancy to me."

The opposite party laughed, but didn't take it seriously, but Fang Qiutang was almost dizzy from the heat.

Regardless of whether the young mate is always Ji Ni, by the looks of it, they are all here to kill him.

The guests and hosts at the table were having a good time, and Ji Ni was over there, with a long-sleeved dance, fluent in all aspects, and a sincere and modest smile, which vaguely overlapped with the shadow of the person in his memory.

It was the same at the beginning.

He is not good at socializing, and most of the business under him is done by Ji Ni. After a long time, everyone knows Mr. Ji's name.

At that time, the business was not big, and Ji Ni didn't know how many eyes and grievances he had suffered under his subordinates. Looking back, he was still smiling and said, "Young Master" is long, "Young Master" is short, noisy like a house sparrow.

This kid has a heart, the more people say behind his back that he relies on his appearance to get a position, the more fancy he dresses, and the more he is scolded for his humble background, the more arrogant he is.

In Sifang City, there is no one who does not know Boss Ji's arrogant and gorgeous frame.

At that time, Fang Qiutang couldn't help thinking, if Ji Ni didn't have to follow him and live so hard, it would be fine.

10

Fang Qiutang hesitated for a long time, but decided to wait until the dinner party was over and ask carefully.

Even if the little vice president thinks he's out of his mind.

But he didn't expect that he mustered up his courage with great difficulty, and this kid was so drunk that he turned into a puddle of mud.

Fang Qiutang's head was as big as a bucket, and he had to shoulder the task of sending the little vice president home, so he had to drag him half-supported and half-carried to the underground garage. Several waiters wanted to help, but the boy pushed them away. Sticky sticky sticks to him like a candy.

Still repeating hypnotically in his ear: "You have taken a fancy to me..."

"You saw me..."

"You saw me..."

Fang Qiutang kicked him angrily: "Shut up."

Ji Ni clicked his lips and stared at him: "Do I look good?"

Fang Qiutang was so tired that she was out of breath and didn't bother to talk to him.

Ji Ni yelled endlessly like a repeater: "Am I good-looking! Am I good-looking? Am I good-looking?"

Fang Qiutang had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "It looks good."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes went dark.

The strength of a certain drunk, who didn't know where it came from, pressed his mouth against him, and kept sticking his tongue in.

It all stinks of wine.

Fang Qiutang froze for three seconds and pushed the person away.

The drunkard leaned on him again: "That's right."

"..."

Is this a quiz?

Fang Qiutang didn't know whether to be angry or annoyed, but in the end he couldn't argue with a drunk.

He didn't expect to be able to find out his address from him anymore, so he shoved him into his car and turned to send a message to the trumpet girl.

"Do you know where the little vice president lives?"

"Boss... Boss, you want to attack at night? Don't want to kill you?"

Fang Qiutang: "...he drank too much."

"Oh hoo..." the trumpet girl even carried a hint of obscenity in her words. "Boss, I didn't expect you to be so high."

"I'm so drunk, what address do I need? How can I, a small employee, have the address of the boss! Take him back to your home!"

After finishing this series of conversations, the trumpet girl seemed to feel that she had done a great deed. She posted an emoticon of twisting her buttocks and dancing, and added: "Boss, from now on, I'm already asleep, thank you."

...No thanks!

Fang Qiutang was very angry and wanted to throw the phone.

After thinking about it, there is still some time before the salary is paid, and I can't afford to throw it away.

Look at the luxurious drunk in the co-pilot seat.

more angry.

11

Fang Qiutang knew that he was difficult to deal with when he was drunk.

I didn't expect Ji Ni to be more difficult to deal with when he was drunk.

In fact, in his impression, Ji Ni was born with an amazing capacity for alcohol, and he had never been drunk at all. Who knew that this little vice president didn't hold a lot of alcohol.

Then who made him talk and laugh happily, and never refuse to come?

As soon as the person left, he turned around and became drunk and a fool.

He pulled Ji Ni, as if he had placed a large repeater on the passenger seat, and kept repeating: "You've fallen in love with me...I'm pretty...You've taken a fancy to me..."

Fang Qiutang even wondered if this was some kind of hypnosis.

A lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth.

The scariest thing was that the little vice president repeatedly tried to break free from the seat belt and came over to harass or sexually harass him in the driver's seat.

Fang Qiutang felt very insecure.

Especially at the finish line where he didn't even want to unbuckle his seat belt.

"...May I let you sleep in the car overnight?" Fang Qiutang muttered to himself.

"No." The little vice president said suddenly.

"You don't want to read it anymore?" Fang Qiutang was so angry that he became dizzy.

"No, no, no, no..."

"...Are you really fucking drunk?!"

Seasonal Nitrate x Begonia ([-])

12

Fang Qiutang worked hard to move Ji Nitch upstairs.

Enduring harassment and brainwashing attacks all the way, he even had the dark idea of ​​throwing people on the side of the road.

In the end, he looked at the familiar face, but he was reluctant.

"Just have fun, my conscience hasn't been eaten by dogs yet."

Fang Qiutang snorted, threw him on the sofa, took off his suit jacket and threw it on the bed, and couldn't help cursing. "I should have recorded it all for you, and paid for sexual harassment in the workplace, otherwise, it's really useless for me to spend so much effort."

It was nothing more than verbal prestige, glaring at the drunk, and going to the bathroom by himself.

Only Ji Ni was left in the room, opened his eyes, his eyeballs rolled around, and he was not even half drunk.

13

Fang Qiutang lived in a typical one-person apartment, not too big or too small, just enough for the daily life of an adult male.

Excluding the kitchen and bathroom, the workbench, bookshelf, bed, and the single sofa he lay on were crowded and piled up in this space of less than thirty square meters.

On the bookshelf are models made by Fang Qiutang himself, mostly guns and ships, occasionally trains, houses, etc. On the table are scattered drawings made by himself.

Several reference books had been flipped until their spines fell apart, and he glued them together again.

The quilt on the bed hadn't been made yet, and there were his game consoles and books beside the bed, all piled up next to the pillow.

The mess inside was all traces of Fang Qiutang's life.

Ji Ni's brows twitched, and he controlled his hands that subconsciously wanted to tidy up.

His son.

It really hasn't changed at all.

Ji Ni gave a wry smile, turned his eyes around a lot, and finally stopped on Fang Qiutang's workbench.

There's something on top of it.

14

Fang Qiutang washed his face, and as soon as he came out, he bumped into Ji Ni standing behind his workbench, looking at something in his hand.

"Why is the drunkard running around? Don't let me break it." Fang Qiutang couldn't help frowning. "Go and change your clothes..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw something in Ji Ni's hand.

A little man.

Long-haired toga, even the fancy embroidery on the clothes is exquisite.I haven't had time to paint it yet, but just looking at the facial features, it's like Ji Ni, with seven images.

Fang Qiutang slapped his forehead, and then remembered that this thing hadn't been put away yet, so that this person could see it.

He made this thing a while ago, when he first woke up from a big dream, his heart was always empty and lost, and after finally thinking about it, he made this thing as a commemoration.

Who knows but let this person see it.As if he had been glimpsed into something shady, his face was burning hot.

Ji Ni looked at the villain with smiles on his brows and eyes, and even his voice softened: "Is this me?"

Fang Qiutang bit the bullet and grabbed it: "It's not you."