After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

Fang Chuli didn't go to the apartment a few times throughout the year, and would rather go to the hotel than the house he bought when he was drunk.

Only after quarreling with Fang Dong, I might nestle in the apartment with games and thrillers like Battle Royale, and I would read the files, but as long as I caught the wrong place, it would be easy to call people crying.

Judging by the expression on his face, Fang Chuli was very unhappy at this moment.

When he arrived at the place, Wenling was still a little unaccustomed to it. The privacy here is very good, with one elevator and one household, but it is also very quiet and empty.

After entering the door, Fang Chuli supported the bar at the door with one hand and did not move. Wen Ling felt that he was being scrutinized, but he still pretended to be calm and changed his shoes.

"I really didn't expect that Assistant Wen, who is usually pure-hearted and ascetic, can't help it when he comes to someone else's company."

Wen Ling's brows twitched, and he still maintained a slightly bent posture, with a puzzled expression on his face. Fang Chuli pinched his chin and looked up, seeing a pair of dark and gloomy eyes.

His eyes gradually approached, and the tip of Fang Chuli's nose was so close that he was close to touching Wen Ling's neck. He could almost feel the temperature of this person's body. The blood seemed to condense here for a second, and began to rush around like hysteria.

All it takes is one snort, and the redness in the blood vessel starts to boil, running along the blood vessel, going to the most unspeakable position.

Fang Chuli frowned, and let go of Wen Ling: "The smell is really bad, go take a bath."

Wen Ling was baffled by the words, seeing that Fang Chuli didn't even think about talking anymore, he didn't go to the bathroom first, and walked behind him in the direction of the guest room.

"What are you doing?" Fang Chuli's voice startled him.

"I take the clothes, wash them and come out naked?"

Fang Chuli stared, imagined Wen Ling coming out of the bathroom naked, and tightened his throat: "You can't go in like this, I'll get you clothes."

Wen Ling: "Oh."

The act of passing the clothes was rude, Young Master Fang didn't even approach him, Wen Ling took the clothes to the bathroom, saw himself in the mirror and understood why Fang Chuli had such a series of actions.

The left side of his neck was red, and there were still some traces where there were teeth marks before, but Chi Lan's pulling and pulling made the red marks arouse people's wild imagination.

Then he buried his head and smelled the neckline. It was the pine scent from Chi Lan's body.

No wonder Fang Chuli wanted to say that he couldn't help it, thinking that he was messing with Chi Lan in the toilet.

After taking a shower, Wen Ling was caught off guard by the heat as soon as he got out of the bathroom, and Fang Chuli just finished taking a shower, but he was shirtless as if it was summer.

People who are recovering from a serious illness make themselves, Wen Ling couldn't hold back: "Fang Chuli, put on your clothes."

The young master was taken aback, and almost subconsciously answered "Got it", but when he saw Wen Ling, he came back to his senses instantly, and raised his neck, "What's the matter with you?"

Wen Ling choked "Of course it's my business" into his mouth, coughed lightly with his fists clenched, not to mention, it's true that Wen Ling has nothing to do with him.

There is one thing to say, although Fang Chuli's figure is not as strong as Chi Lan's, but the overall look is perfect and beautiful.

The young master of the Fang family is notoriously not fond of moving. Asking him to exercise would be like killing him, but he has never had any fat, and his body is thin and not sticky.

Gene is there, and his mother's figure is second to none in the circle, with a standard cheongsam body. Wen Ling grew up watching the Fang family's annual meeting, and his mother's dinner dress is even more captivating; Yes, people who have been socializing in the mall for a long time are not young, and they don't have a beer belly or anything.

So Fang Chuli didn't eat too much fat since he was a child, and his flesh became firmer after playing a little basketball. After that time, he even felt that the touch of pinching the young master's waist was very exciting.

The more he thought about it, the more he reacted, frowning: "You should be better, don't catch a cold anymore."

Fang Chuli raised his chin slightly, and motioned him to check the temperature of the air conditioner, which was quite high. Wen Ling sighed, turned down the temperature, and took the pajamas to put on the man.

Fang Chuli refused, grabbed the remote control to increase the temperature, and tugged at the clothes: "You are only my lover now, and it's not your turn to take care of my affairs."

With the stubbornness in his eyes outward, every word pierces Wenling's heart.

Wen Ling admitted that he was a little angry. For the past few days, Fang Chuli was always out of his mind after being nice and nice.

He half-kneeled on the sofa with one leg, holding his pajamas, and his voice was a little heavy: "Good boy, be obedient."

Wen Ling seldom gets angry, he can say hello to everyone cheerfully, and even chat in a tepid way, if he hadn't gotten along with him since he was a child, as long as he didn't step on the minefield, he probably would never know that Wen Ling would be angry for the rest of his life.

"Just want to have a fever like that? Do you want me to feel distressed to death?"

The light in Fang Chuli's eyes flickered several times, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

"I think, even if I have a hundred mouths on my body, you won't believe me if I repeat the broadcast every day that I have nothing to do with Chi Lan." Low, as if about to whisper, "What should I do?"

He looked closely at those trembling eyes, which were open without a single trace of impurity, but were extremely hot.

Young Master Fang savored the entanglement of sticky eyes, but realized that he could not escape, his body froze and his lips trembled.

"Chi Lan confessed to me."

Fang Chuli's breathing stagnates.

Wen Ling continued, "I didn't agree."

Fang Chuli's face was a little red, and the skin above his chest also leaked a light color of blood, showing signs of getting deeper.

"These on the neck were caused by the scuffle between me and him." Wen Ling touched Fang Chuli's neck with his hand, felt the violent pulsation buried under the shallow skin, and cupped his face along his cheeks, "He has bad intentions for me."

Fang Chuli's breathing became chaotic for an instant, and his eyes were evasive, as if he had a premonition of what was going to happen next, but he still insisted: "How dare that bastard..."

"You two still care about your intentions..."

"Hush," Wen Ling kissed the tip of his nose lightly while touching his forehead, and stroked his black and smooth hair with the other hand, "The body has a memory, since I can't explain it, then use the bed/skills to prove that it was me that night Bar?"

The young master's scalp was numb from his pressure, and the whole person was completely confused in the words.

Wen Ling seemed to be asking, but when Fang Chuli opened his mouth, he couldn't control it and kissed him. The hardness of each breath was almost unbearable. He pushed Fang Chuli and squeezed into the sofa.

This was the second time they kissed, Wen Ling suddenly remembered why there was a lack of reason a few nights ago.

Because at that time, the young master was heavily alcoholic, hugging each other at the door, his eyes raised up with a pair of drunken eyes, the black pupils were misty with water vapor, and he called: "Wenling..."

Just like now, obviously unbearable, obviously his whole body is changing crazily, but he is extremely stubborn, calling Wen Ling's name and waiting for him to speak.

"Wenling..."

Wen Ling leaned over, walked along his shoulder blades all the way to his ear, and whispered in his ear: "It's me."

……

The bath towel fell on the floor, Wen Ling took several pieces of paper from the tea table to wipe his hands, sat down and looked at the dazed Fang Chuli.

His face was red to the ears, and he was still breathing unevenly.

The weather outside was still not so good, Wen Ling's throat was a little dry, he stood up to boil water for a drink, and the moment he closed the refrigerator door, he saw Fang Chuli sitting up, with a dazed look on his face.

There was still water in the refrigerator, so there was no choice but to call someone to deliver food, but Fang Chuli suddenly walked behind him and got dressed.

"Are you hungry?"

Fang Chuli gave an "um" behind him, as if he hadn't woken up, as if he was in a strange house, watching the flames on the stove: "You..."

He was dumb from the moment he opened his mouth, and Wen Ling heard the sound of him breathing in.

Before the residual temperature faded, the atmosphere started to become weird.

He didn't do it to the end, Fang Chuli was so different from the past when he was in love, he was shocked at the time, and looked pitiful, he was afraid that people would cry, and he stopped to take care of the young master's face.

"When did you... like me?"

The mark on Wen Ling's neck deepened by another degree. Fang Chuli couldn't understand the mark on his neck. He kissed and bit him in surprise, and it still hurt a little. He touched it: "It must have been very early."

Fang Chuli started staring at the range hood in a daze again.

"Why didn't you admit it at the time." Wen Ling heard it muttering in a low voice.

"Think about it in the hospital, your reaction is as if you want to find someone out and eat it." The heat enveloped the side of the pot, and Wen Ling's eyes felt comfortable and a little hot from the steam, "I thought you didn't like men. Well, later on you are going to cooperate with Chi Lan, I thought..."

The words stopped abruptly, Wen Ling was embraced by Fang Chuli, the young master's kissing skills were rude, Wen Ling felt the pain between his lips and the tip of his tongue, so he pressed his shoulders and turned off the fire.

Pinching the back of Fang Chuli's neck, he tilted his head and opened his mouth to speak, but was pounced on by this little lion who had already smelled meat.

The refrigerator was attached to the back. Fortunately, there was nothing on the refrigerator, and it just shook a few times in protest.

Urgency, hopelessness, and a certain lost and found emotion are like oil on the fire.

There seemed to be only the sound of breathing and unstoppable muffled groans in Wen Ling's ears, and his young body showed an unprecedented eagerness and impatience.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom again, Wen Ling turned up the water temperature, and the mist lingered in every inch of the space, like a thick fog rising between the gorgeous heaven and earth. He and Fang Chuli were impatient to fight their way through the mist.

"Wenling..."

Fang Chuli's voice was tinged with pain, and his lips were bloodshot, as if bleeding beads were falling on Wen Ling's chest.

Wen Ling lowered/body: "Well, I'm here."

Fang Chuli seemed to be repeatedly confirming that the person on him was Wen Ling, so he couldn't help but make a sound.

"Master Fang."

Wen Ling felt that he was really comfortable to the tailbone, and he was not satisfied with the taste of the marrow. Fang Chuli couldn't support the bathtub, and his hands slipped so that the water overflowed to the bottom of the bathtub.

"Now do you believe that it was me that night?"

Fang Chuli raised his neck, no matter how irritable the lion was, at this moment, there was only a silent gasp, his eyes were lost for a moment, and his whole body was tense and trembling.