The more Fang Bingqing listened, the more uncomfortable he felt.

What is this called?

What does it mean to be for the future of the Han family and the young master?

What does it mean that each other is not short of friends?

The world of rich people is so terrifying!

"Mr. Wan, I don't agree with your words very much."

Fang Bingqing frowned and shook his head.

"First of all, Han Siwen is neither a father nor a mother, I don't think he is very willing to let others decide his future."

"Secondly, if I really posted this Weibo as you said, then I will not be able to escape the condemnation of conscience and the punishment of the law in my life."

"In the end, I don't think people can be friends with each other because of the number of friends they have."

"I admit that the wealth and attention that this incident has brought me is very tempting, but I am just a vulgar person who can no longer be vulgar, and the only thing I want is to finish my studies quietly, do the work I like to do quietly, and spend my life with a clear conscience."

"So...... You're really looking for the wrong person. ”

Fang Bingqing pushed the pile of materials to Wanchang's side, then got up and left without hesitation.

When I walked out of the main entrance of the café, I found Wen Ci leaning against an old locust tree at the door.

Seeing Fang Bingqing come out, Wen Ci stood up straight and stepped forward.

"Hungry? Before, you only ate a few bites of noodles in the cafeteria. ”

Somehow, the moment he saw Wen Ci, Fang Bingqing felt that his originally irritable and angry heart was much calmer.

"Sort of." Fang Bingqing rubbed his stomach.

"Let's go, please eat the new ramen that opened earlier."

Wen Ci took the lead in taking the lead.

When the two walked into the noodle restaurant, they found an empty table and sat down.

Wen Ci opened his mouth to help Fang Bing count the noodles: "Boss, a bowl of beef ramen, don't want coriander, put more chili peppers." Thank you~"

"Trouble another jug of water." Warm words added.

"How do you know that I don't eat coriander, and I love spicy food?"

Fang Bingqing was a little surprised.

Wen Ci took the pot of water sent by the proprietress and carefully poured two glasses.

Hand one of them to Fang Bingqing.

Another cup in front of him.

Then he said, "Because I'm observant." ”

When Fang Bingqing heard this, he laughed.

Because it was a new store, there were not many customers, so the noodles were very fast.

Fang Bingqing was not polite, and took a big bite of a pair of disposable chopsticks.

Wen words: "How does it taste?" ”

"Okay." Fang Bingqing pushed the bowl forward and asked, "Do you want to taste it?" ”

Wen Zi nodded and said 'um'.

But didn't reach for the new chopsticks.

Fang Bingqing didn't think much about it, took a bite of noodles and sent it forward, and Wen Zi opened his mouth.

Chewed elegantly for a while, nodded, and commented: "The taste is okay, it's just ......"

Fang Bingqing: "......"

“…… It's a little spicy. ”

Wen Ci took two sips of the water cup.

Fang Bingqing laughed again, buried his head and continued to eat.

"Beef noodles are only delicious if they are spicy."

It wasn't until a bowl of noodles bottomed out that Fang Bingqing was satisfied with pinching a tissue to wipe his mouth.

Casually asked, "How long did you just stand outside the café?" ”

"From the moment you walk in the door." Wen Ci said honestly.

"Hmm." Fang Bingqing nodded, "So you know who I went in to see?" ”

Wen Ci: "Sister Meng and Secretary Wan." ”

"Not bad."

Fang Bingqing was not surprised.

Wen Ci can have such achievements at a young age, and he naturally has something extraordinary.

"Want to hear my advice?" Wen Ci asked suddenly.

Fang Bingqing raised his eyebrows: "Okay." ”