After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

Chapter 72

Feng Zhiting thought of breaking up with Fu Wenyuan more than once.

Fu Wenyuan was out of gregarious since he was a child, withdrawn and arrogant, and he was completely different from Feng Zhiting who was raised by a gentleman.

If it weren't for the fact that the two mothers had been in contact for many years, his temper was good enough, and he was kind to him, most people would not want to step on his face.

In the private room, he was sitting opposite Fu Wenyuan, while pouring tea for a group of people, while looking at Ye Rong, he asked casually, "Has he even remembered?"

Ye Rong shook his head, looking very helpless.

Feng Zhiting paused while pouring tea, "Then you are..."

Ye Rong wanted to say that he is now a family assistant, but Fu Wenyuan said abruptly beside him: "Then what's going on with you and that Kong Chensheng?"

Kong Chensheng, who was called suddenly, shuddered, avoiding his eyes and daring not to look at Fu Wenyuan. Every time he saw him, it was like a mouse meeting a cat.

Feng Zhiting coughed in disguise, smoothed things over, stopped asking with a wink, pushed the menu over and asked him to order first.

Fu Wenyuan didn't even look at it, so he pushed it to Ye Rong beside him, "Look at it, order what you like, and the best movie king will pay for it tonight, you're welcome."

The dignified boss blatantly bullies a worker in the entertainment industry, is that plausible?

But Feng Zhiting lost his temper after being abused by him, he just turned his head and said to Ye Rong with a gentle smile: "I heard it far away, just order casually."

Ye Rong shouldered the heavy burden and silently ordered a few hard dishes, his eyes fell on the last wine list, he thought that friends would inevitably drink a few glasses when they got together, so he ordered a few bottles of Bai Beer each.

A few people chatted one after another, Ye Rong took the initiative to move over to find Kong Chensheng who had been huddling beside him and not speaking.

Ye Rong's face was full of joy: "Chen Sheng, I just watched the original film of a few clips you took. The acting is great, and there are very few NGs. It's too good. If there is a chance, I will want you to write a book in the future." Be my hero!"

Kong Chensheng was flattered: "Thank you Bian Ye, it's Zhiting...ah, Mr. Feng has been helping me into the drama, and he taught me well. In fact, my acting skills are very average."

Hearing this, Feng Zhiting turned his head and disapproved: "Don't belittle yourself, I didn't do anything for you, it's the result of your own hard work and hard work."

Kong Chensheng smiled shyly, and there was a small dimple at the corner of his mouth, which was not obvious but cute, "Thank you."

But Fu Wenyuan sneered inappropriately, stretched out his hand and pulled Ye Rong back, and said with a confused expression: "Don't get too close to that kind of flirtatious person, be careful not to imitate others."

Ye Rong didn't expect Fu Wenyuan to be so merciless, so he secretly bumped him with his elbow, fearing that everyone would be embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Fu!"

Fu Wenyuan didn't care, but looked at Kong Chensheng trembling with a half-smile: "Why, did I say something wrong?"

Kong Chensheng lowered his head, tears fell down, and choked up in a low voice: "I didn't, I didn't..."

Feng Zhiting frowned, sighed tiredly and said: "Wen Yuan, stop talking."

It's a pity that Fu Wenyuan, who didn't give them any respect at all, couldn't see them two saw-mouthed gourds continuing to waste their lives.

The door was knocked twice by the waiter, and the dishes on the cart were put on the table one after another, along with a few bottles of wine.

Ye Rong quickly stood up and poured wine to ease the atmosphere, "Come on, let's drink, don't say those hurtful words."

Fu Wenyuan leisurely drank the wine poured by Ye Rong himself, his eyes fell on Kong Chensheng, but his mouth was still unrelenting: "You have nothing, didn't you deliberately seduce Feng Zhiting because of money? Or didn't you when he was in trouble?" Kick him away? Since you want to give up, just be decisive, why come back and provoke him?"

Kong Chensheng thought that he would escape under his persecution, but his body seemed to be firmly nailed to the chair. He couldn't say a word to defend himself, because it was all the truth.

Fu Wenyuan took the food between his hands, and when he tasted good, he pulled it over and put it in front of Ye Rong. He was so focused on two things that he didn't even forget to teach others, "You may feel wronged, the vampires in your family ask you for money all the time , you are timid and cowardly and unwilling to part with your family.

But how can you be so determined to let go of Feng Zhiting, the idiot who misses you the most, you only know that you are suffering, but why don't you think about whether he will be sad, his heart is not fleshy? "

Kong Chensheng raised his head and looked in shock at the man opposite him who once made him feel disgusting. If he didn't understand Fu Wenyuan's good and evil intentions at this time, then his life would be in vain.

Fu Wenyuan didn't wait for him to speak, and opened his mouth again: "Why don't you tell Feng Zhiting if you have difficulties, feelings are not your business alone, do you not trust yourself, or do you not trust him?"

Kong Chensheng couldn't say a word for a long time, as if he didn't realize why the vast ice cave he thought would return to the earth in the blink of an eye.

He stared blankly at Fu Wenyuan, who had a dignified expression, and Ye Rong, who was smiling at him, and then quietly turned his head to look at Feng Zhiting, who was drinking with a calm expression.

He trembled his eyelashes, and suddenly stood up, raised his wine glass and bowed deeply to Fu Wenyuan, his voice was still soft: "Thank you, Mr. Fu, I understand."

Fu Wenyuan hesitated and finally clinked his glass with him reluctantly.

Ye Rong also happily joined in to liven up the atmosphere, "It's good to talk about it, and Mr. Feng is also here, so I won't come back tonight if I don't get drunk!"

[The author has something to say: There is always a faint feeling that it is almost over, and it is probably almost here]