Lin Fengqi spent several minutes trying to convince himself to accept this.

His complicated eyes lingered on Fang Huai's arrogant face for a moment, and he lowered his eyes and took a sip of wine.

He once heard people say that bitter wine hurts the heart when it enters the throat.

It seems that he feels this way now. A little suffocated.

After Fang Lianshu finished his speech, he pulled his son over to find Lin Fengqi happily: "Son, come, let me introduce myself. This is the founder of Fenghang Technology, Mr. Lin Fengqi."

Fang Huai stretched out his hand: "Hello."

Lin Fengqi stared at the hand for two seconds before shaking his hand: "Nice to meet you."

Fang Lianshu was very satisfied: "You young people, you can communicate more when you have nothing to do, right? Xiao Huai, Mr. Lin also likes to play billiard. You can make an appointment with Mr. Lin to play billiard together when you have nothing to do."

Fang Huai suddenly turned his eyes away and ran away; "Sorry to leave for a while, Dad, you guys chat."

Fang Lianshu said "Hey", but did not stop him, so he had to explain to Lin Fengqi: "This kid is like this, he does things in a hurry, Xiao Lin, don't mind it."

"It's okay." Lin Fengqi said, but his eyes followed Fang Huai, and saw where he was heading to...

When Fang Huai stopped him, Wen Xia was not very surprised. He held a piece of mousse in his hand and calmly scooped a spoonful into his mouth.

Fang Huai looked him up and down, then looked at Zou Boyan, and said sarcastically, "Who did I think it was? Isn't this Wen Xia? Your clothes look familiar. At first glance, I thought it was two Zou Boyan."

The dress on Wen Xia was worn by Zou Boyan before.

Wen Xia didn't say anything, scooped another mouthful of mousse, and watched him pretend quietly.

"What's the matter? Are you so poor that you can't even afford a dress? If you have any difficulties, just tell me. After all, we have known each other for so many years. Shouldn't I help you if you have any difficulties?" He looked frivolous.

Wen Xia recalled the dream he had two days ago, and immediately put down the mousse: "I was waiting for you to say this, you came just in time."

Fang Huai was stunned: "Ah?"

"It's like this, I just happened to be short of money recently, and I heard that you bought a new sports car? Lend it to me for two days."

Fang Huai: "?"

Fang Huai: "No..."

"Of course, if I drive it well, you might as well give it to me," Wen Xia patted his shoulder kindly, "Anyway, we have been friends for more than 20 years, you wouldn't be so reluctant to even give your brother a car, right?"

"Who... who the hell wants to give you a car!" Fang Huai stuttered and almost bit his tongue.

In the past, when the two of them confronted each other, they would have a heated argument, one after another, until the other was speechless, and there had never been a time when one side followed the other's words.

Fang Huai can't do it anymore.

"Didn't you say that you would help me if I was in trouble?" Wen Xia said confidently, "I'm in trouble now, just tell me whether you will help me or not."

"I, I...you..."

"What do you mean by I, what do you mean by you, do we still have to distinguish between you and me among brothers?"

Fang Huai was stunned by his combo, and looked at Wen Xia in disbelief, and jumped up and down in anger: "Wen Xia, are you sick?!"

—— Lin Fengqi heard Fang Huai scolding Wen Xia as soon as he came over.

He frowned at Fang Huai and couldn't help but say, "Mr. Fang."

The three looked over.

He said calmly, "Can I have a word with you?"

Fang Huai glanced at Wen Xia and left with a sour face.

Wen Xia thought Lin Fengqi was going to leave too, but the latter stood still, staring at him with a pair of calm and cold eyes.

Wen Xia had already finished a piece of mousse by this time, and took a moment to pick up the second piece. He asked him, "Is there something wrong?"

Then he found that Lin Fengqi's eyes looking at him became very complicated.

After being silent for a few seconds under this complicated gaze, he finally spoke solemnly, "You are not sick."

Wen Xia: "..."

Wen Xia: "?"

Before Wen Xia could respond, Lin Fengqi turned and left.

Looking at his back as he walked away, Wen Xia asked Zou Boyan in confusion, "What do you think is wrong with him?"

Zou Boyan: "I don't understand, but I think you are all sick."

Wen Xia turned to look at him.

Zou Boyan: "Me too."

Wen Xia looked at Lin Fengqi again, his eyes drifted to the reflective object on his ring finger for a second, and he scooped a spoonful of cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

Fang Huai waited for a long time, but Lin Fengqi, who claimed to be able to talk with him for a moment, did not come over. Instead, he started chatting with someone else.

His eldest son was getting impatient, so he had to condescend to go over and ask, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Lin Fengqi: "Hmm?"

"What do you mean by 'hmm'? Didn't you just say you wanted to talk to me for a moment?"

Lin Fengqi showed an expression as if he had suddenly realized something, but this expression was infinitely condensed on his face, and it looked like his eyelashes were just slightly raised.

Then he said coldly, "Sorry, I forgot."

Fang Huai: "?"

The birthday dinner was coming to an end. Wen Xia was about to leave with Zou Boyan first, and the phone in his pocket rang. It was Lin Fengqi's phone: "Wait for me, let's go back together."

"You can give me the key, I'll go back first." Wen Xia said.

"Beep, beep..." The phone was hung up.

Wen Xia glanced at the interface of the phone that ended the call, then turned his head to look into the banquet hall, and finally said to Zou Boyan: "You go back, don't worry about me."

"Are you waiting for Lin Fengqi?"

Wen Xia said with a "hmm".

Zou Boyan looked at him silently for two seconds, and suddenly said: "Don't be sick again."

Wen Xia raised his eyes: "What disease can I have?"

Zou Boyan: "Lovesickness." He paused and added: "One-sided."

Wen Xia put away his phone: "Are you going to leave or not? You have so much to say, save it for the driver on the way."

Zou Boyan knew that if he continued to talk, the young master would really get angry, so he stopped in time, waved his hand and left first.

Wen Xia played a mobile game in the hotel lobby for about ten minutes. A message popped up on the top. His aloof Party A father said: [Come out.]

Lin Fengqi's car drove to the hotel entrance. He was drunk and sat in the back seat. A strange young man was in the driver's seat. Wen Xia thought he had called a driver. As soon as he sat in, he heard the young man ask: "Mr. Lin, where are you going first?"

Lin Fengqi: "Go straight back."

The young man was stunned: "Huh?"

Lin Fengqi: "Same way."

The young man responded for two seconds: "...Oh."

Wen Xia looked at him, then at Lin Fengqi, and didn't plan to ask.

Lin Fengqi raised his chin and introduced: "My assistant, Zeng Yuan."

The car started slowly. Zeng Yuan glanced at Wen Xia through the rearview mirror and smiled: "Hello, this is..."

Wen Xia: "Wen, my name is Wen Xia."

"Okay, Mr. Wen."

After the car drove into the main road, the car became quiet. Zeng Yuan concentrated on driving, while Lin Fengqi and Wen Xia sat side by side, but had nothing to say.

Wen Xia tilted his head and kept looking out the window. He felt a little embarrassed at first, but soon he felt drowsy. He ate a little too much sweets and pastries at the dinner today, and too much sugar makes him sleepy easily.

Just when his head was about to make close contact with the car window, Lin Fengqi, who had been silent for most of the road, suddenly spoke.

"He's not suitable for you."

Wen Xia sobered up a little, raised his head and waited for two seconds, making sure that Lin Fengqi was talking to him, and asked in confusion: "Who?"

Lin Fengqi's jawline slightly twitched, and he didn't really want to say the name.

Wen Xia had more and more questions in his mind.

What kind of mystery man is this?

Seeing that Lin Fengqi didn't say anything, he was too lazy to ask any more questions, so he retracted his head and planned to continue squinting for a while.

"Fang Huai," Lin Fengqi said, "he doesn't deserve you."

Wen Xia's thoughts were confused by sleepiness, and he didn't understand the logic of Lin Fengqi's words for a while, but to pull Fang Huai, he had to nod with squinting eyes: "Indeed."

Fang Huai, that idiot, certainly didn't deserve to be compared with himself.

Lin Fengqi looked at him complicatedly and stopped talking. He lowered his eyes, his thoughts surging.

It seems that Wen Xia... was really hurt by that person.

The author has something to say:

Xia Zai:? Don’t you know who hurt me?

Mr. Lin: I’m sorry, I was wrong (kneeling on the washboard)