Chapter 1692 (2/2)

”Yes, this guy said he had something to tell me or show off, so he specially invited me to drink. Naturally, I won't go anywhere else, but boss yuan, if you are here, I can only show off with him.” Fang Heng stalled.

”It's not showing off. I'm seeking truth from facts.” Wang Hongdao.

”Then tell me what it is.” Fang Heng said, ”look, boss Yuan said he called me for something, but he sold it off and didn't tell me.”

”I don't know if I can listen.” Yuan Zhou asked solemnly.

Of course, Yuan Zhou said he was definitely not curious about what could make Wang Hong invite Fang Heng to drink. He was judging justice for the two children in front of him.

Originally, I wanted to impress Fang Heng, but when Yuan Zhou asked, Wang Hong simply said, ”of course, it's still 20 minutes away from the tavern. I'll listen to boss yuan and talk to you, the poor Witch of the heavenly cult.”

”Thank you, boss yuan.” Fang Heng was also a chicken thief. He thanked Yuanzhou directly and ignored Wang Hong at all.

But Wang Hong didn't care. He said proudly, ”you know I'm a best-selling writer now.”

”HMM.” Fang Heng snorted and didn't say much.

Yuan Zhou nodded to save face, and then Wang Hong said.

”I've been inspired by a lot of new books for two months. I've only had a lot of female fans since they were released.” When Wang Hong said this, he specially looked at Fang Heng's expression.

After all, he and Fang Heng were single dogs, but Fang Heng had been in love, and he was often ridiculed by Fang Heng because he didn't talk, saying that he was a straight man and didn't understand girls' hearts.

Therefore, Wang Hongcai specifically stated that he was a female fan and said that they communicated well and were already friends' information. He wanted to see Fang Heng's response.

However, Fang Heng's response was no response, and even Yuan Zhou looked calm.

”We are friends now and have a good relationship. I'll invite her to come when I'm going to the press conference of the next book.” Wang Hong stressed.

”So?” Fang Heng said calmly, ”you called me to prove that you have female readers?”

”Reading doesn't distinguish between men and women.” Fang Hengdao.

”Yes, diners are gender neutral.” Yuan Zhou spoke at the right time.

”Of course not.” Wang Hong smiled and said again proudly, ”my friend is the female reader named Shao Yu. She sent me something yesterday.”

”See, I've received gifts from readers. I'm still a girl, so I'm not a straight man.” Wang Hong followed.

”Congratulations, that's a good thing.” Fang Heng said to the point.

Yuan Zhou nodded in recognition.

Indeed, because Wang Hong doesn't have many friends and is not good at communication, it's good to have a friend, Yuan Zhou and Fang Heng, as his friends.

”What did I give you? I'm glad you're buying me a drink today.” Fang Heng asked.

Fang Heng vowed that when he asked, he really just said it smoothly and didn't mean anything else, but he didn't expect to hear the later answer.

”A bag of red beans.” Wang Hong simply said.

”What?” Fang Heng looked at Wang Hong puzzled.

”It's just a bag of red beans. I doubt whether Shaoyu will cook for the postgraduate entrance examination, because I told her I often come to boss yuan for dinner. She also often said she was worried that I wouldn't go out to eat when I wrote a book and starved to death at home.” Wang Hong said with a positive face.

”This logic is invincible.” Fang Heng couldn't help covering his face.

Wang Hong continued, ”so I cooked red bean porridge directly and took photos and sent it to her. You know, I'm a person who eats in Kitchen God's shop. How can I be good at cooking.”

Fang Heng first abandoned asking Wang Hong about the relationship between a bag of red beans and cooking. Now he is more worried that Wang Hong will lose his book friend again, because he has a bad hunch.

”Don't you think it's strange that people send you red beans all the way?” Fang Heng, as a man who had made a girlfriend and understood girls' thoughts, asked like a reminder.

”No, I've received other food.” Wang Hong shook his head.

”...” Fang Heng took a deep breath in his airway: ”is there anything strange about the red bean?”

Wang Hong looked at Fang Heng and said, ”you're jealous that I have friends sending me food.”

The tone was very positive. Fang Heng wanted to fight, while Yuan Zhou thought carefully. He felt that Wang Hong's words seemed to be OK and couldn't help looking at Fang Heng.

”Go away, dad has even had girlfriends and cares about your girlfriends?” Fang Heng waved impatiently.

”I think you're just jealous because I'm a best-selling author now.” Wang Hongpeng said, ”don't worry. Although you don't have a book friend, I can still try my best to buy you a drink.”

”You received the red beans. The girl didn't say anything?” Fangheng smell speech is very helpless, can only ask directly.

”No, although there aren't many red beans, it's about half a kilo. It's just right. You can cook red bean porridge twice.” Wang Hongdao.

Fang Heng felt that his hunch was even worse.

”Then you really don't think this red bean is strange?” Fang Heng said, ”think clearly before you speak.”

Wang Hong always had a winning smile on his face. Because he was serious, Fang Heng must envy him, so he was generous and carefully recalled the details and was ready to share them with Fang Heng.

”Nothing else, that is, the red beans are not so round in the current words.” Wang Hong held his chin and said.

Very good. Fang Heng is sure of his answer now, but in order to be safe, he asked Wang Hong to show him the picture of red bean porridge last night.

Don't be jealous of Wang Hong's face. You don't have such a good friend, but I have some expressions, but Fang Heng still looked at the picture seriously.

And because Fang Heng's expression was wrong, Yuan Zhou, who saw the photo, didn't say that the porridge was not cooked well, but just listened silently.

”Red beans are born in the south, and several branches are sent in spring. May you pick more. This thing is the most Acacia.” Fang Heng looked piteously at Wang Hong and recited the poem.

Then Fang Heng continued, ”have you heard this poem?”

”Of course I have.” Of course, Wang Hong was still a little confused. As a writer, his literary quality was not bad. How could he not know Wang Wei's poems of the Tang Dynasty.

But then looking at Fang Heng's expression, he suddenly realized something, and then contacted his red bean with incomplete skin, Wang Hong also had a bad hunch.

”I heard that a girl would carve words on red beans to express her feelings, and if I remember correctly, 50 grams of red beans can count about 100 red beans, so 520 red beans seem to be half a catty?” Fang Heng said slowly.

After hearing this, Wang Hong's face was like the expression of being struck by thunder. It was like petrification, and all the ostentatious expressions on his face disappeared.

While Yuan Zhou was expressionless and didn't speak. Wang Hong was so stupid that he couldn't see through such an obvious confession. Anyway, he certainly wouldn't make such a fool.

After a long time, Wang Hong hurried upstairs without saying a word, then quickly picked up the wine pot on the table, took a sip of wine, and then quickly went downstairs: ”I've already drunk, and the rest is the devil of the heavenly cult. I'll go first.”

Wang Hong had never been so serious before, so he left directly.

Fang Heng, who saw his series of coquettish operations, said, ”it's not against the rules here, boss yuan.”

Yuan Zhou nodded and said, ”it doesn't count.”

Yes, the rule here in Yuanzhou is that those who draw lots must be present. If not, it will be illegal. At this time, it's very reasonable for Wang Hong to remember this.

But no one knows after leaving the store.

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