After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

When Wen Ling received the news from Fang Chuli, he had just finished taking a shower, so he didn't have time to put on his clothes and pants.

Fang Chuli's gloomy breath could be heard through the receiver, with a deep hoarse voice: "You, come to the hospital!"

"immediately."

Wen Ling: "?"

He glanced at the time, it was just past ten o'clock in the morning, and it had been an hour and a half since he left Fang Chuli's place, but shouldn't the young master have just woken up at this time?How did you arrive at the hospital?

"I'll be there soon!"

After writing down the address and hanging up the phone, he took a look at the tooth marks on his neck, which were slightly red after being washed, and even the shoulders and waist were red and sore.

At first glance, there is still a reverie.

He hisses and finds a new shirt, but the teeth marks are still partly visible on the neck.

Helpless, I had to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find a turtleneck sweater. Still feeling guilty, I found a cashmere scarf to wrap it around.

There was still snow on the road, Wen Ling recalled what happened this morning in the car——

The daily alarm clock rang, but he was not in his own home when he woke up. The curtains around him were drawn tightly, and he knew he was in a certain hotel just by looking at the decoration.

Holding the sleeping Young Master Fang in his arms.

This is the end of the scariest thing of the year.

The day before was the annual meeting, and everyone was crazy, especially Fang Chuli, who was so successful in singing and dancing that he wanted to use the hotel as a nightclub, and Wenling was fed by him.

What happened afterward?

After the reception was over, he dragged people upstairs to open a room, but why did he just roll on a bed?

Wenling's brain hurts from being soaked in alcohol for half a night, and he can't remember the specifics of what happened.

But recalling the "mistake" that the wild horse ran away, Fang Chuli seemed to be crying, calling him an asshole, and saying that it hurts, and he had to kill him the next day.

This young master is notoriously annoying. He was okay when he was a child, at most he was a brat and a rebellious student. Now that he has returned from studying abroad, he only has grown up in stature and temper, and he can do things as he pleases.

It has been more than two years since Fang Chuli became Mr. Fang, and there has never been a time when he talked about cooperation without being impatient. To sign or not to sign", every time it was others who lost their rights bitterly, Wen Ling apologized and smiled to appease others.

Too domineering, too outrageous.

The impression that Chengtai West District is a tough one quickly spread in the industry. Every business negotiation is like a life-and-death battle of words, and except for Mr. Fang who is aloof and quickly escapes, the other people on both sides have no good looks.

Wenling had to lose energy for several days.

If Fang Chuli knew that he had done this to him and said he was going to kill him, maybe he would actually do it.

Wen Ling didn't want to die, not in any sense of the word, so before he woke up, he decided to run away first.

Originally planned to clean up like a person and then contact Fang Chuli, who would have thought that something happened to the young master first.

Fang Chuli was in the emergency room on the first floor. As soon as Wen Ling stepped in, he heard him crying and howling. A boy who seemed to have just grown up was standing outside the treatment room, wearing a hotel uniform with a flustered look on his face.

"What happened to him?" Wen Ling frowned slightly.

"Boss, I really don't know what's going on." Seeing that the child was only eighteen or nineteen years old, his face was pale, the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and his watery eyes were full of panic, "I'm cleaning up. The room, passing by, he dragged me and asked him who had entered the room."

"I really don't know, I don't come to work until eight in the morning."

"Then why did he fall?"

"I wanted to go downstairs to find the supervisor, but the escalator in the lobby felt that the elevator was too slow, and I fell down just one step down..."

Wenling Fu forehead, the escalator in the lobby has fifty steps!

Fang Chuli howled in the treatment room: "Nurse, give me your phone again, ah! Doctor, please lighten up! Why hasn't Wenling arrived yet!"

Wen Ling took a deep breath and decided to go in.

The child was also quite frightened. He repeatedly assured that he would not be responsible for this matter, and even comforted him a few words before telling him to go back to work quickly.

Fang Chuli's ankle was sprained. Fortunately, he was stopped half way up the stairs, and his elbows and knees were scratched, so he refused to let anyone see him. He just had a splint and a plaster cast on his ankle to make him feel comfortable.

"Why are you here now!" Wen Ling knew from the tone that he was still angry, and he was already on the verge of anger.

"The road is blocked."

"All the Chinese New Year holidays went home to visit relatives, what's the problem!"

The doctor came out at the right time: "Don't get angry, it will hurt your body if you get angry, and it will affect the healing of the wound."

This sentence hit the young master's sore spot, and before Wen Ling could stop him, he saw Fang Chuli's eyes were bloodshot.

"Hey, don't be angry, don't be angry, we will listen to the doctor in the hospital," he hurriedly asked the doctor and nurse to go out first, and stroked the young master's hair, "What's wrong? Who doesn't have eyes and touched you early on the 31st of the new year?" Moldy?"

Wen Ling regretted his life and decided to play dumb.

"Are you embarrassed to say?" Fang Chuli glared at him.

"……What's wrong?"

"Where were you last night?"

Wen Ling's heart skipped a beat.

"I am home……"

"Why am I in a hotel?"

"……you're drunk."

Fang Chuli seemed very dissatisfied with this answer, his shoulders trembled like an angry little beast, and his voice trembled with anger: "I'm drunk, so you throw me in the hotel?"

"No... has it always been like this?"

The hotel belonged to Fang's family, and Fang Dong repelled him from fooling around outside very much. If he wanted to go home drunk like last night, he would have to be taught a lesson repeatedly by the entity and the non-entity.

So he usually "sobers up" in this hotel, and Wen Ling is not used to hotels, so he usually leaves after making arrangements.

Fang Chuli: "..."

His eyes were redder and angrier.

Wen Ling probed: "Boss Fang? Did something... happen?"

From Fang Chuli's perspective, something big happened!But Wen Ling, the perpetrator, pretended to be confused.

"I'll give you three days to find out! I want the person's detailed information." He tightly gripped the white sheet on the hospital bed, his knuckles were white and trembling, and he gritted his teeth.

"What are you looking for..." Wen Ling felt that he was almost finished.

"Who the hell came into my room last night! I'm going to kill him!"

Wen Ling: "..."