Seeing that the old fox was about to faint at any time, Fan Sanyan slowed down his tone and said slowly: "Boss Lin's words are wrong, I just calculate anyone, and I won't calculate you."

His expression was so sincere, his tone was so sincere.

even gave Lin Facai the illusion that the man in front of him was more suitable for being a businessman than himself.

The cigarette gun Fan Sanyan was holding in his left hand changed sides and stepped forward. A very delicate silver jar was shaken out of his sleeve, the cork on it was removed, and the tea cup in the black glazed tea set was taken out separately.

The rich liquor flowed into the tea cup, and suddenly, the room was full of drunken aroma.

Fan Sanyan handed the teacup forward and said, "I saluted Boss Lin for this cup of wine, and the past was written off."

Turning the green sleeves was a little surprised, probably guessing the origin of the wine, the preciousness is not in the enjoyment of the desire of the tongue, but a kind of "spirit wine" that can cut the marrow and improve the qualification.

The black-haired tea master looked moved, he was not only familiar with tea, but also very interested in wine, smelling the mellow aroma of wine, his fair cheeks were already a little red.

The eyes were very bright and "looking" in the direction of the tea cup, and the joy was really unbearable to refuse him.

Fan Sanyan gently knocked Chu Feng's head with a cigarette gun and said, "Don't drink."

The teacup full of liquor pushed one step forward: "Boss Lin, please use it."

Lin Facai looked at the golden and clear wine in front of him, and only felt that tears were about to fall.

The wine handed by the head of the Fan family, does he dare not drink it?

It's just that this wine is wearing intestinal poison. Medicine, the more things you reach out for now, it means that the Fan family dominates the more ruthless you are.

Lin Facai took the teacup, poured the yellow soup, and spicy his throat. There was a smell of wine and rust and blood in his mouth, and his expression was very strange for a while.

Fan Sanyan asked, "Why did Boss Lin cry?"

The black-haired tea master said slowly, "The teacup is not washed."

Lin Facai: "......"

"Oh-" Fan Sanyan responded very cooperatively: "It's negligence that makes Boss Lin embarrassed." In the future, he will definitely come to the door to apologize. ”

Lin Lao Fox's eyes were red from being splashed with dirty water, and he slammed the cup, and said: "Lord Fan let the villain go, what conditions are there now, the villain has agreed to what he can do."

Fan Sanyan paused, pressed his right hand on Chu Fengci's soft black hair, and pushed him forward: "Since Boss Lin said so, I will let you recognize you as familiar - my brother Chu Fengci, take care of it in the future." I know that Boss Lin has the most extensive connections, and if my brother is provoked by some unsightly people in the future, you ......"

Fan Sanyan didn't finish speaking, and his laughter overflowed. Even Lin Facai was like a rabbit that was scared and stiffened, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and he didn't know what it was like.

originally thought that Fan Sanyan was using Chu Jun to make a profit, but he didn't expect it to pave the way for Chu Jun.

Even a ruthless person like Fan Sanyan can do this for his family. Lin Facai thought of his selfish speculation again, and thought about the clan that was getting colder and colder with him, and he became a little emotional for a while.

Chu Fengci was stunned.

- He naturally knew that the person behind him was for his own good, but in fact, they had never known each other, so why did he have to do it for himself?

Thinking of Lu Citang's predecessors, this person should be his nominal brother and guardian, Fan Sanyan.

Chu Fengci subconsciously wanted to turn back, even if he couldn't see his face-

But he found that the man's hand was on his green hair, and although he didn't use any strength, his body couldn't move.

After being silent for a long time, he didn't bother in the joy of "knowing Chu Jun's real name", and asked expressionlessly: "Your surname is Fan, Chu Jun's surname is Chu, you are brothers?"

Lin Facai: "...... "Yes, big brother, are you trying to trick me?"

Chu Fengci: Why can't the "......" move?

Fan Sanyan smiled and said, "Distant cousin." At the same time, the strength in his hand was a little heavier, like suppressing the soft-haired rabbit that was about to move under his palm, and he only narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Lin Facai: "......"

This cousin is really meaningful.

Slaughtering all the hundreds of people in the Fan family, Fan Sanyan, who has left a psychological shadow on people with his iron and bloody wrists, actually takes such a fancy to distant relatives.

Lin Facai, who only has pure family affection in his heart, feels that his eyes are going to be blind, either his eyes are blind, or his brain is broken.

A faint sigh: "You said yes, that's it."

Chu Fengci was relieved of his struggle, and when he heard this, he suddenly felt a little familiar.

Senior Lu seems to have said that Fan Sanyan said that he was his cousin, so no one dared to say anything - authoritarianism kills people.

But he was not afraid of power, his face was cold, his eyes were like torches, and he was about to question out loud, but he was interrupted again.

Fan Sanyan's ears trembled, and he said with a smile: "It's here." He quickly added: "Boss Lin, this wine right is an apology." With a flick of his wrist, the silver altar spirit wine was firmly placed on the table.

Flip green sleeves: "......"

Before Lin Facai could react, he heard the door "squeak" and a loud sound of overwhelmed.

Someone directly kicked the door open, and before the tea attendant outside the door could react, he felt a chill in his heart and couldn't spit out half a word.

Lin Facai's eyes flickered, and he saw a figure that was not tall walking in from outside the door, but it was in front of him in a blink of an eye.

Chu Fengci also heard the footsteps of the man, and before he could count them, a huge sound suddenly sounded in his ears that made people's teeth ache, like the sound of cracked skin expanding hundreds of times.

Inexplicably, four words popped out of my mind: fist to the flesh.

"Bang".

Half of Lin Facai's eyes turned blue.

The black-haired boy who broke in was very real, and he didn't play with him, every punch was full of weight, and he was not bullied.

And Lin Facai was unarmed, so he only got started. With two fists, the old fox was beaten so that there was no good skin on his body, and the blue was purple, and the purple was a little so tempting.

Lin Facai was stunned, he screamed when he was beaten, and it seemed that there was still a breath of air.

Fan Sanyan watched from the side for a while before he stopped the "perpetrator", and said in a very indescribable tone of grief: "Stop it quickly, Boss Lin is a good person!" He's not the kind of person trying to seduce. Abduction of tea masters, bullying the weak, two-faced, cunning profiteers! ”

Chu Feng porcelain: "......" is very good, this is very fifth.

Flip green sleeves: "......"

Lin Facai had already been beaten to the ground, and he didn't even notice that he was kicked again after Fan Sanyan stopped it. Leaning on his old waist and crying out.

Then I heard the perpetrator ask in a perfunctory voice that could no longer be perfunctory, "Concerned": "Is there a misunderstanding?" Is Boss Lin okay? ”

Lin Facai got up from the ground panting, one eye was swollen and only a slit remained. I almost didn't catch it in one breath: the tone is so sincere, you help me!

He trembled his voice and said, "You ......"

Fan Sanyan said sincerely: "Boss Lin, the wine makes amends, you must not be like a child."

The black-haired tea master listened to a sound in his ears, and his smile remained unchanged: "Your Excellency, when you come out to mix, you always have to pay it back."

Lin Facai: "......"

Chu Fengci: "It's the same with drinking." Especially the good wine I didn't drink.

Fan Sanyan nodded and coughed lightly. The bottom of my eyes is full of writing: It is very much in line with me.

Lin Facai's eyes were gloomy.

The fifth wade is far away and he fights (forcibly). During the beating, the black-glazed tea set on that table was smashed into powder, crackling and falling to the ground, as if smashed into Lin Facai's heart.

He was so bitter in his heart, but he didn't say it.

Turning the green sleeves obviously knew the fifth shiyuan, he glanced at this bully and weak, and did not speak.

Fan Sanyan played Tai Chi with Lin Facai for a while, and without saying a word, the smoking gun hooked into his mouth again, and responded vaguely. It wasn't until Lin Facai found that there was really nothing to say between the two, so he sent off the guest with a black face and a low voice.

"Say goodbye to your friends." Fan Sanyan passed by Chu Feng's side and said in a low voice.

The hot air blew on the tips of his ears, and Chu Fengci was stunned for a moment before remembering who this "friend" meant.

But he was also a very simple person when he said goodbye. He nodded slightly at the green sleeves, hesitated for a moment, and still called out the name of the green sleeves: "Xue Yunsleeve, goodbye."

He turned his sleeves and looked at the tea master in front of him.

The man lowered his eyelashes, his expression was quiet, and there was an indescribable sense of being out of the world.

Suddenly, he smiled bitterly: "See you soon."

The ink bamboo cloak was raised, and Chu Fengci did not delay much, and followed the place where the footsteps sounded.

He even forgot that after the Wen Ming Tournament was over, with his current fame, he should have many choices, and he didn't have to follow the fifth wade away.

The black-haired virtual trainer propped up a pair of ears and put his hands in his sleeves with an expressionless face. Although he never looked back, Fan Sanyan's feet were itchy at that slow pace, and he wanted to kick him twice.

After hearing Chu Fengci's footsteps, his eyes lit up again, his spirit was a little higher, and he walked in front of Fan Sanyan in two or three steps, holding his head high.

Fan Sanyan: Is there a special drug for the disease of "......" intellectual disability?

Chu Feng porcelain trotted on the wooden corridor, and the cumbersome and exquisite tea ceremony clothes did not stumble his movements. Because the road was very smooth, he quickly caught up with Fan Sanyan, followed him, and asked tentatively, "Senior Fan?"

Fan Sanyan couldn't help but rub Chu Feng's black hair, which looked very good to the touch - it did feel very good to the touch, and responded to Chu Fengci's words: "Tsk, it's okay to call me Brother Fan."

Fifth wade: "......" vomit!

The little tea master actually responded obediently and skillfully, and asked Fan Sanyan about "spirit wine".

Fifth, wade far ahead.

The two talked happily behind each other.

We had a great conversation.

Two people.

Fifth Shiyuan turned back with a dark face, took out a soft object from his sleeve, and stuffed it into Chu Fengci's hand: "Take care of your son." 166 Reading Network