Be a ruthless NPC in a holographic game

But Feng Zhique knew that he couldn't push too hard, otherwise it might be self-defeating.

So Feng Zhique's voice was very steady, and he said calmly, "I'm not in a hurry, you take your time to think about it."

Song suddenly thought about it.

He thought for a moment, his eyebrows moved slightly, and said, "Then if I thought about it, but in the end I refused."

Hearing the sound, Feng Zhique paused for a moment, then said without hesitation, "Then you should think about it more."

Song Jing: "..."

The corners of Song Jing's eyes twitched indistinctly.

Song Jing: "Then if you still refuse."

Feng Zhique was serious, "That means you haven't had enough time to think about it."

Song Jing: "..."

Song actually decided to drop the topic.

After sleeping all day without drinking water, plus the dry mouth and talk with Feng Zhique just now, Song is actually a little thirsty now.

Song Jing is not used to bothering others, so her first reaction was to subconsciously plan to do it herself.

But just as he was about to leave, he realized that he couldn't move at all. Then he finally reacted belatedly. Now his hands and legs were covered with plaster and bandages, as if he was a disabled person, unable to move at all.

So he had no choice but to turn his gaze to Feng Zhique at the side, and said, "Sorry, could you please pour me a glass of water, I can't move."

After speaking, he pointedly glanced in the direction of his legs.

Feng Zhique got up, turned around, picked up the glass, and immediately poured him a glass of cold water.

After pouring, Feng Zhique held the cup and asked casually, "Do you want to feed?"

Song Jing's left hand was covered with plaster and bandages, so he couldn't move at all. Although he could still move his right hand, it was still a bit inconvenient.

So he said, "That's troublesome."

Feng Zhique understood, and immediately took a sip by himself.

But looking at the shape of the mouth, it seems that he didn't swallow it, but covered it with his mouth.

Seeing this, Song Jing twitched his brows, feeling a bad premonition.

Song Jing: "...what are you doing?"

Feng Zhique raised his eyebrows, and pointedly glanced in the direction of the water glass.

Answer: feed water.

Song Jing: "..."

OK, he got it.

The corner of Song Jing's eyes twitched, and he immediately stretched out his right hand without hesitation, "Give me the water."

Feng Zhique frowned and didn't move.

Obviously reluctant to give.

Song Jing: "..."

Song Jing's eyes twitched again.

Song Jing urged, "Hurry up."

Seeing his serious expression, Feng Zhique had no choice but to swallow the water reluctantly, and then handed him the glass with a reluctance.

He took it blankly.

He took it and drank it.

Feng Zhique's face was filled with reluctance, but after half a minute, he stared at the direction of the water glass, and suddenly he was relieved.

Feng Zhique thought to himself: He touched the water glass with his lips, and he drank the water just now, Song Song also drank water now, and touched the water glass with his lips...

——So it is also equivalent to him and Song Song kissing indirectly.

After reaching this conclusion, Feng Zhique's mood immediately improved.

On the side, Song Jing's eyelids twitched slightly when he saw Feng Zhique's instantly stretched eyebrows, eyes and lips, and instinctively felt that what Feng Zhique was thinking in his heart should not be what he wanted to know.

Song Jing's eyelids twitched, and he calmly looked away from Feng Zhique's face.

If you don't see it, you pretend you don't know it.

The place where the water cup was placed was a little far away, and he couldn't reach it, so he had to trouble Feng Zhique again.

He stretched out his hand, handed the water glass in the direction of Feng Zhique, and continued, "Thank you."

Feng Zhique took it, but didn't put it back in the original place, but poured himself another glass of water from the glass he drank just now very naturally.

After pouring the water, Feng Zhique calmly drank in the direction Song Jing had just drank from.

Song Jing: "..."

Song Jing choked, speechless.

It should be just that he was thinking too much, maybe it was just a coincidence...

Just as Song Jing was thinking about these words, in the next second, Feng Zhique licked the corner of his lips lightly.

Song Jing: "..."

Song Jing put on a wooden face and looked away again.

Feng Zhique watched Song Jing's series of micro-expressions and small movements just now.

Feng Zhique muffled a low laugh, feeling that someone was simply extremely cute.

But Feng Zhique didn't expose it, but asked, "What do you want for lunch?"

Song Jing heard the sound and thought for a while, but to no avail, so he replied, "Whatever."

Feng Zhique: "It's not casual."

Song was choked and said, "I don't know, you decide."

After hearing this, Feng Zhique tilted his head and said, "Are you sure I'll decide?"

Song Jing: "Yes."

Feng Zhique said without hesitation, "Then eat me."

Song Jing: "..."

Song Jing's face darkened, and he said without hesitation, "Congee."

Feng Zhique wrote it down in disappointment, and immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the secretary.

The secretary on the other side: %...&#

After Song Jing finished speaking, he thought of something, and asked casually, "Where is the person who pushed me down?"

When he was pushed down, there were quite a lot of passers-by around. If there were no accidents, he should be at the police station by now.

As for how long he will be sentenced, he is not sure.

Mentioning the one who pushed Song to go down and caused this situation, Feng Zhique's face darkened, and the good mood on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Feng Zhique's expression was indifferent, and he answered concisely, "The police station."

Song Jing was not surprised, and then asked casually, "How long will you be sentenced for intentionally hurting someone?"

"More than three years, but less than ten years." Feng Zhique replied flatly.

Song actually understood and didn't ask any more questions.

"How long do you want him to be sentenced?" Feng Zhique raised his eyes to look at Song Jing, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly, asking suddenly with full meaning.

Song Jing saw it openly, thinking that the person must have just been impulsive for a while, so he didn't have any desire to take revenge back.

Besides, the law has clear regulations, how long the sentence should be, and it is not up to him to decide.

So I just listened to Song Jing say indifferently, "Anything you want."

Feng Zhique paused and understood.

——that is, as long as possible.

The needle stuck in the back of Song Jing's hand made him drowsy. Song Jing only said a few words, and after he woke up not long ago, his drowsiness struck him again.

Seeing this, Feng Zhique said calmly, "Go to sleep."

Feng Zhique didn't finish his sentence, there was still half a sentence left.

"I'm here watching."

For some reason, Feng Zhique's words made people feel at ease.

Song Jing hummed, and fell asleep with her eyes closed under Feng Zhique's tender gaze.

Seeing Song Jing fall asleep again, Feng Zhique sighed slightly, then gently stretched out his hand to check the temperature of someone's forehead.

After confirming that the temperature was normal, Feng Zhique's heart lightened, and then he stretched out his hand to tuck someone's quilt up, then turned around and walked out of the ward, took out his mobile phone to call the secretary, and asked the secretary to bring the computer over, and planned to go directly to him in the next few days. Work in the ward.

The secretary who received a call from her boss was devastated.

But no matter how broken it is, everything is still subject to the orders of the boss.

But speaking of it, the secretary was also very curious about who that little boyfriend who made her boss's mood go up and down like a roller coaster some time ago.

Her boss has excellent conditions, and she has a good-looking appearance. To make her boss like her so much... she must be a very good person.

Thinking so, the secretary drove to the hospital where his boss was with his computer bag in his hands with strong curiosity.

When he arrived at the hospital, the secretary hurriedly got out of the car, took the elevator upstairs with his bag, and arrived outside a VIP ward that his boss had shown him.

The secretary rushed all the way with the computer and documents, and rushed to Feng Zhique out of breath, "Feng... President Feng... ha... ha..."

Feng Zhique responded lightly, and took the documents and briefcase from the secretary's hand very smoothly and naturally.

After receiving it, Feng Zhique didn't lift his eyes, and said indifferently, "You can go."

The secretary was dumbfounded for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but look in the direction of the door of the ward, with a curious expression on his face.

"looking at what."

The secretary was watching secretly, when a displeased voice suddenly came from above her head.

The secretary's body was shocked, and he came back to his senses, and then said to his boss with an innocent expression, "I'm just curious about what Mr. Feng's little boyfriend looks like..."

Feng Zhique had a cold face, expressionless, very cold, "There is nothing to be curious about, please go back."

The secretary pouted depressedly, looked at the cold face of her boss, and whispered in her heart: stingy.

The secretary complained in a low voice, turned around silently, and was about to leave.

Behind him, Feng Zhique, who got the computer and briefcase, pushed open the door of the ward and returned to the ward again.

When Feng Zhique opened the door of the ward, the secretary heard the sound of the door opening, and couldn't help turning around quietly, taking a sneak peek in the direction of the ward.

Through the open door, the secretary finally saw the true face of the owner in the ward.

The secretary looked at Song Jing in a daze, and was a little taken aback. After recovering, he couldn't help sighing slightly: He is a good-looking boy...

For some reason, after seeing Song Jing's appearance, the various changes in his boss' emotions in the past few days can all be understood at once.

The secretary tilted his head, finally realized, turned and left.

……

Noon in the blink of an eye.

Song Jing didn't eat all day and night, and just slept until noon, when he opened his eyes in a daze of hunger.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Feng Zhique sitting beside the hospital bed with frowned eyebrows, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, processing work.

When seeing Feng Zhique on weekdays, no matter whether in the game or in reality, Feng Zhique always smiles, with a smile on his brows and eyes. This appearance is so serious and indifferent. In front of him, it is really Very rare.

Song Jing was lying on the hospital bed, staring at it for a moment with his eyes open, probably because Feng Zhique's expression was too serious at work, and he didn't have the nerve to disturb him for a while.

After a while, Feng Zhique faintly sensed something, turned his eyes away from the monitor, and looked in the direction of the hospital bed.

Seeing that the person on the bed woke up, he immediately put down the computer, moved the computer aside, and asked, "When did you wake up?"

Song Jing: "...just now."

Hearing the sound, Feng Zhique stretched out his hand to check the temperature on his forehead again, and when he saw that the temperature was normal, he immediately asked with concern, "Is there any discomfort in your body?"

Song Jing shook his head slowly, then he hesitated for a moment before saying slowly, "I'm hungry."

Feng Zhique was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Feng Zhique: "Okay."

Feng Zhique responded, and immediately bowed his head again and sent a message to the secretary, asking her to bring over the porridge prepared in advance.

secretary:&%#……

Is she a tool person he specially uses to fall in love? ?

The secretary who received the message kept complaining on the phone, just complaining, the secretary suddenly thought of something, and his heart moved.

Hey, wait, this will make her deliver porridge, doesn't it mean that Mr. Feng's little boyfriend is awake now.

Then she is sending porridge there now...wouldn't it be possible to have a few words with Mr. Feng's mysterious little boyfriend?

Thinking so, the secretary immediately went to the hotel, took away the pre-ordered porridge, and rushed to the hospital again quickly.

When we arrived at the hospital, the secretary came to the VIP ward where Song Jing was staying, and knocked on the door with his hand raised.

"President Feng."

The secretary called softly, and two seconds later, the door was opened, and the serious and cold face of her boss appeared in front of her eyes instantly.

Feng Zhique opened the door, without even looking at the secretary, he stretched out his hand, signaling the secretary to hand over the porridge in his hand.

…Obviously he didn't intend to let her in.

The secretary's eyelids twitched, and boldly, he stood on tiptoe, directly passed his boss, and talked to the person on the hospital bed, "Hello, I'm Mr. Feng's secretary~"

Song Jing was stunned for a moment, a little caught off guard, but subconsciously and politely replied, "Hello."

The secretary was startled when he heard the sound, and then secretly whispered to his superior, "Boss Feng, your little boyfriend's voice is really nice."

Feng Zhique: "...Go back."

The secretary pretended not to hear, and continued to pass Feng Zhique to greet Song Jing who was in the ward.

The secretary looked at him with bright eyes and said, "Can I come in and talk to you?"

Song Jing was stunned for a moment, subconsciously glanced at Feng Zhique, and said inexplicably, "... yes."

When the secretary heard the sound, he immediately turned his gaze to his boss.

I saw my boss's face darken for a while, and then he finally moved out of the way for her with some reluctance, and let her in sideways.

The secretary cheered triumphantly in his heart, thinking to himself that he had finally found a way to deal with his boss.

The secretary was overjoyed, but he still maintained a steady look on the face, calmly, and stepped into the ward with a calm expression.

After entering the ward, the secretary saw Song Jing's appearance, and finally realized how seriously Song Jing was injured. He couldn't help covering his mouth, and took a low breath.

"Oh my god... are you okay?" The secretary couldn't help asking.

"It's okay." Song Jing replied calmly.

"How did this happen?" The secretary frowned, and asked again in doubt.

"Accident." Song Jing said concisely, feeling that since the matter had passed, he didn't want to talk about it.

Although the secretary didn't wink in front of her boss, but inexplicably, she winked very much in front of Song Jing. Seeing that Song Jing didn't want to talk, she immediately changed the topic.

"Then take care of your injuries." The secretary said with concern, "Recover early."

"...Thank you." Song Jing replied politely.

After returning, the expression on Song Jing's face couldn't help being puzzled for a while.

"... What do you want to say when you come in to see me?" It shouldn't be just the ones just now.

The secretary was reminded, and only then did he remember his real purpose.

Then, I saw the secretary with a gossip face, and asked in a low voice, "Are you already with Mr. Feng?"

Song Jing was stunned for a moment, and replied, "No."

The secretary was shocked, "Not yet?"

"Ah."

The secretary couldn't figure it out, "Why? Mr. Feng likes you so much. A few days ago, Mr. Feng was in a bad mood, and he asked me for advice on love."

Needless to say, the reason why my boss is in a bad mood is naturally this person in front of me.

Before the secretary could finish speaking, he continued, "For you, Mr. Feng pushed all the work just now, and when he received the call from the hospital yesterday, Mr. Feng's face turned pale immediately. This is the first time I saw Mr. Feng's appearance..."

The secretary rambled on and counted them one by one.

Song Jing heard the sound, and his eyes became more and more complicated.

Song Jing lay on the hospital bed, pursed her lips, and said in a low voice, "I don't like men."

The secretary paused and asked, "Then do you have someone you like?"

Song Jing was silent, and replied, "No."

When the secretary heard this, he immediately opened his eyes wide, and said, "Since there is no one, why don't you try with Mr. Feng? Anyway, it's just a try, and if you still can't get along, you can break up."

Whether or not the boss is willing to break up is another matter, and the secretary secretly slandered her.

Song Jing pondered.

Song Jing pondered for a moment, then narrowed his eyes suddenly, stared at the secretary suspiciously, and asked, "...are you a lobbyist sent by him?"

The secretary immediately shook his head and quickly denied it.

Then, the secretary put on a straight face, with a serious and sincere expression, looked at Song Jing without blinking, and said in an almost pleading tone: "I hope you and Mr. Feng will be together soon, and then go to persuade Feng Always concentrate on your work, don't skip work from time to time and leave the work to me."

Song Jing: "..."

Song Jing was silent for a moment, and then found something that didn't seem to make sense.

"If... if it's really like what you said, I'm with him..." Song Jing frowned, his voice hesitating, "What if he only cares about dating and doesn't work at all."

Of course, Song Jing only offered the secretary a possibility.

The secretary was silent, deep in thought.

She pondered deeply, and the expression on her face suddenly became extremely dignified and serious.

Ah, yes.

After Song Jing offered this possibility, no matter what the secretary thinks now, she feels that if her boss is really in love, she may really put aside her work completely by then.

With a blank mind and dull eyes, the secretary muttered to himself, "It's over... this company is going to be over..."

On the side, Feng Zhique frowned and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Song Jing: "Nothing."

The secretary muttered to himself, as if lost in spirit, he nodded to his boss in a dazed manner, saying that I'm going back, and then left the ward in a nonchalant manner.

Feng Zhique frowned and glanced at her, he didn't take her seriously, and quickly forgot about her.

Feng Zhique carried the porridge into the ward, opened the insulation cover, looked at Song Jing on the bed with glowing eyes, cleared his throat slightly, and said seriously, "...I'll feed you."

Song Jing did not hesitate: "No need."

The look of anticipation and excitement on Feng Zhique's face instantly turned into frustration and disappointment.

Feng Zhique still didn't give up, and struggled: "You are injured now, it is inconvenient to move."

Song Jing was indifferent: "It's convenient."

Feng Zhique wanted to continue to say something, but Song Jing looked at him coldly, with a calm and indifferent expression.

Depressed, Feng Zhique had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​feeding Song Jing porridge himself.

Feng Zhique lifted the cover, raised the hospital bed, put the porridge on the partition, and then handed the spoon to Song Jing with a look of disappointment.

Song Jing took it with his still movable hand, lowered his head and took a bite, then suddenly remembered something, and suddenly raised his head to look at Feng Zhique.

Song Jing looked up at Feng Zhique, then at Feng Zhique's empty side, and subconsciously asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

It was only then that Feng Zhique remembered this matter belatedly.

Now he is so absorbed in taking care of Song Jing that he forgets that he hasn't eaten yet.

...But it's not a big deal.

Regarding his own affairs, Feng Zhique looked very indifferent, "You eat, don't worry about me."

Song Jing hesitated for a while, stretched out his hand to push the porridge forward, and said, "You eat half, and give me the rest."

Feng Zhique was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to decline, so that he didn't have to worry about himself, but suddenly his heart moved, thinking of something, the corners of his lips slightly turned up, and reminded, "Are you sure?"

"Ah."

"But when the time comes, the spoon and chopsticks will be stained with my saliva, don't you mind?" Feng Zhique asked earnestly and kindly.

Song Jing paused and said, "I don't mind."

Feng Zhique stared fixedly at Song Jing for a moment, then leaned slightly, and moved towards Song Jing.

As the distance drew closer, Song Jing raised his eyes to look at Feng Zhique, then naturally stretched out the spoon in his hand and handed it in Feng Zhique's direction.

Feng Zhique raised his hand, but he didn't answer, but suddenly grabbed Song Jing's wrist.

The wrist was suddenly grabbed, and Song was caught off guard. He raised his head in a daze, and looked in Feng Zhique's direction in bewilderment.

Song Jing: "?"

What are you doing holding his wrist...

Song Jing raised his head in doubt, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Feng Zhique's face suddenly enlarged from his eyes. He was caught off guard, and before he regained his composure, his eyes darkened, and his lips felt a moist touch.

After Feng Zhique finished kissing, he calmly withdrew and retreated.

Feng Zhique sat back to his original position, and said lightly, "I'm full, you can eat."

Song Jing's mind went blank, and it took him a long time before he finally realized it.

He choked, and looked at Feng Zhique with a stiff expression, embarrassed and speechless for a while.

In the end, he silently took a look at the calm and composed Feng Zhique, and could only pretend that nothing had happened, silently lowered his head and began to eat the porridge.

Feng Zhique looked at Song Jing contentedly by the bed without blinking.

After the kiss just now, he is really full now, even if he doesn't eat for a whole day, he probably won't feel hungry.

Under Feng Zhique's gaze, Song Jing finished his porridge in silence.

After eating the porridge, Feng Zhique got up and took away the thermos bowl, then thoughtfully wiped the corner of Song Jing's mouth with a paper towel, and asked, "Do you want to sleep in the afternoon, or do you plan to watch TV?"

Song actually had no plans, and said, "Whatever."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Feng Zhique, and asked hesitantly, "What are you going to do later?"

Feng Zhique glanced at the computer from the corner of his eye, and replied without hesitation, "Work."

Song Jing looked at the unconcealable sleepiness on Feng Zhique's face, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Go to sleep."

Feng Zhique was stunned.

"Didn't you stay up all night?" Song Jing said.

Feng Zhique laughed when he heard the sound, and was about to say something when Song Jing said seriously, "Go to sleep."

When Feng Zhique saw that Song had admitted the truth, the unscrupulous expression on his face instantly disappeared, and disappeared without a trace.

He obediently put the computer aside, then closed his clothes and went to bed.

After going to bed, Feng Zhique lay on his side on the bed, facing Song Jing's direction, and asked very obediently, "Is this considered strict wife control?"

Song Jing: "..."

Probably because he hadn't slept all day and all night, Feng Zhique slowly closed his eyes not long after he lay down on the bed.

Song Jing half leaned against the head of the bed, looking sideways at Feng Zhique's direction, his expression was complicated for a while.

He stared at the obvious black eyes of Feng Zhique, and remembered what the secretary had said to him not long ago.

'Since there is no one you like, why not try it. '

Song Jing thought about it for a while, and couldn't help but feel puzzled along with him.

Yeah, why didn't he try it?

Trying it won't make him lose anything, but he has always resisted in his heart, and he completely rejects such things as falling in love.

But now that I think about it carefully, this kind of unreasonable resistance is not so much a nuisance as it is...a fear of something.

Fear of unknown fields, fear of unfamiliar and uncontrollable and predictable development, but not afraid of what will be missing.

If before, when the misunderstanding was not cleared up, Feng Zhique was regarded as a playboy, and his interest in him was just a momentary interest. At that time, he rejected him and treated him coldly. Maybe he could still say that he was just I don't want to waste time with Feng Zhique.

After all, it's just a temporary interest, and it won't be long before they break up. He can refuse him by saying that he has no time and no interest in being his spice.

But now, the misunderstanding has been resolved, and the facts have proved that Feng Zhique is not bothered, and he is serious about him from the beginning to the end.

Maybe he might lose interest in the future... But right now, Feng Zhique is really serious about him.

Song Jing looked at Feng Zhique's face, tilted his head and thought about it.

Anyway, there won't be a piece of meat missing from his body, otherwise...try?

Song Jing thought hesitantly.

Just as he was thinking, Feng Zhique felt something, and opened his eyes half asleep and half awake.

Song Jing looked at Feng Zhique firmly, and said, "...then try it."

Feng Zhique' Huh? ' He said, probably because he just woke up, so he didn't understand it for a while.

Song Jing didn't insist, and said lightly, "If you don't hear it, forget it."

Feng Zhique was stunned for a moment, he was always smart, half a second after Song Jing finished saying this, he immediately reacted and straightened up from the bed.

Feng Zhique said quickly, "No way!"

Song Jing's expression was indifferent, his face was as deep as water, and the waves were calm.

On the other hand, Feng Zhique, the corners of his mouth kept rising, his eyes were crooked, and he smiled like a fool.

Feng Zhique felt that everything in front of him was like a dream.

Feng Zhique coughed lightly, deliberately put on a straight face, and pretended to be serious, "Say what you say is like splashing water, and you can't go back on your word."

Song Jing was stunned for a moment, then murmured, "...so I can go back on my word."

Feng Zhique was startled, he felt that he had made a mistake, and immediately said with tears in his eyes, "I didn't say anything just now, so just pretend you didn't hear me."

Song Jing: "...But I heard it."

Feng Zhique: "I don't care, you didn't hear."

Song Jing: "..."