On the other side of the reception.

Fang Chang was lying on the cooking table excitedly, the small black curls on his forehead were dangling, and he stood on tiptoe to grab the plate of fish balls in the middle.

It's a pity that Fang Chang's hand is not long enough, his height is not tall enough, and his fingers are still some distance away from the plate of fragrant fish balls.

Just as Fang Chang was about to roll up his sleeves and climb onto the table, someone took the plate of fish balls and handed it to him.

Fang Chang's eyes lit up, he pinched the fish ball and took a bite, then turned around and thanked him: "Thank you—hey?" It's you Brother Black. ”

This young man who looked like a scholar and was handsome was the kind person who sent Fang Chang back to the hotel that day.

It is also the top order of the legend of the DW team, and the black whirlwind is on the abyss.

Yang Linyuan nodded, and when he turned around, he saw that Fang Chang actually grabbed the fish balls with his fingers, and frowned: "You washed your hands?" ”

Fang Chang patted his little chest, and his dark little face showed a sigh: "The fisherman's son has always been rampant, he is not clean, and he is not sick after eating." ”

Fang Changtong's shoes come from a seaside fishing village, he grew up barefoot on the beach and catching sea crabs, except for a little trouble because of his name and skin color, he is a young man as warm as the sun.

Yang Linyuan pushed his thin-rimmed glasses and didn't speak.

Fang Chang's fingers reached into the plate again, ready to catch a fish ball to gnaw, but this time his hand had not touched the edge of the plate, and the back collar of the team uniform was pulled violently.

"Wow rub rub, what are you doing, brother black, where are you dragging me to?"

The onlookers who ate melons saw this scene:

A tall and thin man who looks like a handsome scholar, dragging a curly-haired little black baby, walks towards the toilet...

Captain Xingchen was communicating with the organizing committee, and suddenly, Wang Hao in the team hurriedly ran over: "Captain! Oh no, Fang Chang was dragged into the toilet by the black whirlwind! ”

Xingchen frowned: "What did he take Fang Chang to the toilet?" ”

Wang Hao: "Hmm... Go wash your hands. ”

Stars:...

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The cocktail party is lively, Mr. Shan has always liked this kind of lively occasion, and he can't take his eyes off the piles of delicacies.

Mr. Shan shook off the silence, found a remote cooking table, and held a large plate of fried chicken thighs to nibble, intending to deeply analyze the difference between the north and the south.

"Drinking?"

Su Bei appeared opposite the mountain headquarters, holding a glass bottle of wine and dangling.

He opened the bottle, poured a glass of sweet spirits, and took two sips of himself: "What about your silence? Why didn't I see him. ”

Mr. Shan scooped up a fried chicken leg and was expressionless: "Where is the silence, there is a woolen relationship with you?" Brother Shortbread, you have to be careful in next week's game, the master's hands are unsteady and it is easy to cut the wrong person. ”

Silently slandered in my heart, master, I was finally proud of love, this shortbread actually played a silent idea!

This rough man from the Northeast, look at how I clean you up in the arena!

Su Bei's eyes turned, and while pouring a glass of wine for Mr. Shan, he changed the topic: "This is the sorghum wine in our northeast, and the degree is very high." Entertain friends, be sure to use the best wine. ”

Mr. Shan wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth and said disdainfully: "Don't, the master's alcohol is too scary, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it." ”

"The amount of alcohol? I've heard that Southerners pour half a glass of wine, and you don't look like a streamer who can drink. It's that cold silence, which should be drinking. ”

Su Bei pretended to be surprised, and his brown eyes smiled deeply.

Sure enough, in a few words, Mr. Shan's fighting spirit was blazing.

Can't drink?

Master, the amount of alcohol I drink is not what you can imagine!

Grabbing the wine glass on the table, Mr. Shan first glared at Su Bei defiantly, raised his head, and poured a full glass of spirits into his mouth.