Think of Fangzheng, think of Qingyuan

In the spring of 1947, the war between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party was at its height.

In Shanghai, in the study of a certain villa, there are five or six young men and women standing or sitting.

Zheng Hongwen sat on the chair behind the desk, shook his head and sighed: "What a great opportunity, what a pity."

Xie Manyao was furious, and her face was full of dissatisfaction: "I hinted like that, but he hasn't moved at all, so he's still not a man!"

Jiang Qingyuan folded his arms and leaned against the opposite bookshelf, "There is no man who does not cheat, only if he is right or not."

Xie Manyao rolled her eyes and let out a "sneer".

Lin Xiaoxue stepped forward to pull Xie Manyao's arm, and said to Jiang Qingyuan: "Sister Manyao is such a lady today, Fangzheng is such a gentle scum, don't you like this kind of person?"

Gao Bo interjected: "It is rumored that Fangzheng has never been close to women, so maybe he is really a gentleman."

Zheng Hongwen rubbed his chin, "I've never been close to women? Is it close to men? Huh?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked.

Xie Manyao: "Yes, could he be a broken sleeve?" She didn't admit it, it was because she wasn't attractive enough!

Lin Xiaoxue didn't slow down for a moment, she opened her mouth, "Huh?"

"Qingyuan, why don't you try it next time?" Zheng Hongwen asked Jiang Qingyuan for his opinion.

Jiang Qingyuan immediately stood at attention in shock, pointing at himself, "Me?" His eyes seemed to say: Are you kidding me?

Zheng Hongwen: "You are the only good-looking among us, aren't you? Huh?" The last question was addressed to Gao Bo and Luo Shu who were sitting at the small table over there.Immediately afterwards, he added, "Of course, except for the lady."

The two nodded for a moment, Luo Shu: "Exactly, if it were rough old men like us, would there still be hope?"

Xie Manyao and Lin Xiaoxue nodded and said that only Jiang Qingyuan was suitable.

Zheng Hongwen came over and patted Jiang Qingyuan on the shoulder: "In short, we must use any means to get that document!"

A few days later, at Mrs. Zhang's birthday banquet.

President Zhang has long sleeves and is good at dancing, makes friends widely, and is well-known in Shanghai. Mrs. Zhang is over fifty years old, and she is well-maintained as an adult, and she still has her charm.

The banquet was held at the Brilliant Hotel. The people who came to the meeting included bosses from all walks of life, chief executives, young talents, and ladies and gentlemen.For a while, the lights are feasting, and the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed.

Before the party started, President Zhang and his son greeted the guests at the door, while Mrs. Zhang and Miss Zhang were socializing inside.

Mrs. Zhang was a good friend of Jiang Qingyuan's mother. After Jiang's father passed away, Jiang's mother also went with her.This time Mrs. Zhang's birthday, he naturally also came to celebrate her birthday.

"Hello, Uncle Zhang, and Brother Haoran. I wish Aunt Du good luck and a long life." Jiang Qingyuan said as he handed over a gift box. President Zhang took it and handed it to the waiter at the side.

"Qing Yuan go in first, I'll talk to you later, there are a lot of people today." Zhang Haoran greeted, and asked Jiang Qingyuan to go in.

"Uncle Zhang, Brother Haoran, I'll go in first." Arched hands, went inside.

Today Jiang Qingyuan came with a mission.For such a banquet, President Zhang will not refuse to invite Fang Zheng, a young talent. His task is to hook up with Fang Zheng.

After Fangzheng came back from studying abroad, he started business in Shanghai. Although the business was not big, it couldn't help that he was young and talented, and he made a small success!

But these are superficial.Fangzheng's true identity is the latent KMT chief!

After he went in, he browsed through it, and saw today's target, Fangzheng, had already arrived, and was sitting at a table by the side, wearing a black suit and a white shirt with a bow tie at the neckline, his Adam's apple moved up and down slightly, with sharp edges and corners His lower jaw, his thin lips opened and closed slightly, and he was talking to the person next to him. He wore gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, his red phoenix eyes were slightly squinted behind the glasses, and his hair was styled back with hairspray, revealing a clean forehead.The bony hand pinches the stem of the goblet and shakes it gently, the white fingers reflect the red wine in the glass, and the sapphire cuff buttons looming on the cuffs, all of them say, this is a beast in clothes!

Jiang Qingyuan took a glass of red wine from the waiter's plate and walked towards the target.

"Sir, is there anyone here?"

"No, please sit down."

After Jiang Qingyuan sat down next to Fangzheng, the person next to him spoke up: "This gentleman looks strange, I don't know where to get rich?"

Jiang Qingyuan: "I'm a poor teacher, why don't I get rich?"

The person next to him: "The war has been fought so hard these days, do people still study?"

Fangzheng: "Where did you teach the book?"

Jiang Qingyuan: "Qimeng Primary School, I teach Chinese to children."

The people next to him moved forward: "Hey, if you want to buy paper and pen, you can find me, I have a connection." After speaking, he complained that the current price is high, and it is not easy to buy anything.

Fangzheng: "When there is no war, everything will be fine."

The person next to him: "I don't know when this battle will last." What to say, a big belly came over there to greet him, he seemed to be his friend.

"Oh, brother Wang, long time no see, long time no see!"

The person next to him surnamed Wang stood up, raised his wine glass, and touched him, "Brother Li, I haven't seen you for a while, where did you get rich recently?"

Saying that, the two walked side by side, shoulder to shoulder.

Only Jiang Qingyuan and Fang Zheng were left at the table.

Jiang Qingyuan picked up the wine glass and gave it up, "I don't know what your name is?"

Fangzheng replied, "My surname is Fang, Fangzheng. Fangzheng is Fangzheng." After clinking glasses, they all just took a sip.

Jiang Qingyuan: "My name is Jiang Qingyuan, Jiang Qingyuan from Three Points of Water. Mr. Fang, are you a businessman?"

Fangzheng: "Do some small business, just make a living. Unlike Mr. Jiang, who teaches and educates people, for the country and the people!"

Jiang Qingyuan: "Where is it." As he spoke, he tilted his hand and spilled the wine glass, and the wine in the glass just spilled on Fangzheng's pants.

Jiang Qingyuan immediately put down the glass, took out the handkerchief in his pocket, and wiped Fangzheng's wine stains.

Fangzheng instinctively wanted to stand up, but when he thought of something, he paused and didn't get up.Jiang Qingyuan had already wiped the wine stains with a handkerchief.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fang, I'm really sorry..."

"It's okay, let me wipe it, no need."

Jiang Qingyuan's men kept wiping away from Fangzheng's thighs.Fangzheng went to hold his hand, not letting him go any further.

Jiang Qingyuan raised his head, hooked the corners of his lips, slipped from Fangzheng's hand, and slid towards a certain part of his thigh.

"Mr. Fang, look, I'm so sorry that I spilled it here." The two got so close that Fang Zheng could even feel Jiang Qingyuan's breathing.

Jiang Qingyuan wiped Fangzheng's part again and again, but looked at Fangzheng's eyes, squinted, stuck out his tongue a little, and twitched the corner of his mouth, which was very suggestive.

Fangzheng pushed down his glasses, "Mr. Jiang seems to be inappropriate to do this."

"Where is it inappropriate? I just want to make up for my mistake just now." As he spoke, he rubbed that place again.

Fangzheng pressed Jiang Qingyuan's troublesome hand, "If you really want to make up for it, why don't you wash my pants?"

"It's ok, wash at your place? Or go to mine? My place is a little far from here. I'm afraid my pants will be dry." Afraid of you, can’t wait!)

Jiang Qingyuan looked seductive on the surface, but he was cursing in his heart: Why hasn't he responded yet?I've been kneading for a long time. Could it be that he's not interested in men?

It's not that Fangzheng didn't respond, it's just that he suppressed it.It has to be said that Jiang Qingyuan, who is so pure and clear that he doesn't know any skills, yet pretends to be a good player, has a rather upright appearance, and a charming appearance, trying to arouse his sexuality. To, not difficult.

"No, go to my place later? It's not far from here."

"My honor." After finishing speaking, he rubbed him twice, and then sat down solemnly.

call!Finally hooked!

Looking sideways at Fangzheng, Fangzheng was still sitting upright, as if the excitement here had nothing to do with him, and maybe the actions just now had nothing to do with him.

Really worthy of his name!