Be a ruthless NPC in a holographic game

Right now, the ward is very quiet.

Although Song Jing is more important to Feng Zhique, it cannot be denied that work is also very important to him.

After finally confirming the relationship with Song Jing, Feng Zhique felt like a spring breeze, and devoted all his energy and attention to his work at ease.

The work is not done - how to fall in love properly.

And if you don't make money, where will you get the money to spend on your boyfriend in the future?

So, the person who was still shy, cheeky and coquettish with Song Jing just now returned to seriousness, facing the computer, and started to deal with work with a serious expression.

Song Jing looked at Feng Zhique's face-changing expression, raised his eyebrows, and his expression was a little subtle.

But it wasn't here that made him look the most subtle.

Before, he always subconsciously or subconsciously believed that once he agreed to Feng Zhique's pursuit, his life would definitely change drastically, and it was not the kind of change he wanted to see.

But right now, he looked at Feng Zhique who was sitting beside the bed with a happy face and was handling his work, and he couldn't help thinking silently: It seems that it's not what he thought...it doesn't seem to be much different from before.

Feng Zhique's expression and attitude remained the same, and he didn't change much.

Those imaginary changes... seemed to exist only in his exaggerated imagination.

Song Jing was subtle in his heart, staring at Feng Zhique steadfastly.

But what I have to admit is that just because there is not much difference from before, he can't help but feel a lot more at ease.

Probably feeling Song Jing's gaze, Feng Zhique raised his eyes from the computer, fixed his eyes on someone on the hospital bed, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Want to drink water?"

After the relationship was formally confirmed, Feng Zhique's lines seemed to be full of sweetness.

Song Jing: "...It's nothing, just take a look."

Hearing the sound, Feng Zhique raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably, and asked, "Does that look good?"

Song Jing was taken aback for a moment, then stepped in without knowing, "...Huh?"

Feng Zhique replied slowly, "Your current boyfriend."

Song Jing finally understood, the corners of his eyes twitched suddenly, and then he looked at Feng Zhique quite speechlessly.

Song Jing: "..."

Good-looking is good-looking, but he is unwilling to say it.

Seeing that he refused to speak, Feng Zhique urged, "Would you like to see it?"

Song Jing glanced at him with a slumped face, and replied decisively, "It's not good-looking."

After Feng Zhique heard this, he didn't feel angry or depressed, instead, he couldn't help but smile enviously in his eyes.

Feng Zhique leaned forward slightly, and said softly, "I don't believe it, I'll believe it if you kiss me."

Song Jing: "..."

Song Jing simply put aside the question and looked in the direction of Feng Zhique's computer.

"Is the job done?" he asked.

Feng Zhique was stunned for a moment, and replied truthfully, "No."

After Feng Zhique answered obediently, he quickly realized that Song Jing was changing the subject, so he immediately prepared to "turn the subject" back, but just as he was about to speak, he saw Song Jing cold on the bed. Looking at him coldly, he said, "Go to work."

Feng Zhique is not willing, even if he really has to go to work, he has to kiss him.

Just about to dawdle and act foolishly, but only heard Song Jing coolly said again, "I don't like people who don't do their own business."

Feng Zhique's face turned serious in an instant, and he obediently returned to his original position, facing the computer, and continued to deal with his work.

Back on the computer screen, just right, the very competent and hard-working secretary sent him two messages.

The first article is:

[Secretary: Mr. Feng, are you working yet? 】

The second one is the secretary earnestly persuading his boss.

[Secretary: Mr. Feng, although a little boyfriend is important, don't forget that you still have a job, and work is equally important.Employees in the company can ignore work for a while on vacation, but you can't...]

The secretary said so earnestly, and he almost jumped out of the computer screen, shaking his boss's shoulder frantically, making him wake up properly.

Feng Zhique also replied.

【Feng Zhique: Yes. 】

After answering, Feng Zhique immediately asked another question.

【Feng Zhique: Have you ever been in love? 】

The bachelor secretary on the other side of the computer was silent for a moment.

The secretary endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and burst into a curse.

Depend on!I just fell in love, so I immediately ran to the secretary to show off and feed her dog food? !She's had enough, this job can't go on any longer, she's going to resign! !

Although the secretary was single, she would not admit it in front of her inhuman boss.

[Secretary: Well, we are talking, although not as good as Mr. Feng, but he is rich and handsome. 】

The secretary lied, and it was easy to come by, but the secretary didn't expect that the point of his boss's question was not here at all.

【Feng Zhique: Then he will tell you that if you don't work, he doesn't like you. 】

The secretary, who was still thinking about how to continue lying in front of her family, or how to make a lie, was stunned.

She doesn't even have a boyfriend, and of course it's impossible for her to have such a thing.

Of course the point is not here.

So... this is what Mr. Feng's boyfriend told him? ?

After reacting, the secretary replied very quickly, almost within seconds.

[Secretary: I like your boyfriend. 】

[Feng Zhique: ...Huh? 】

In front of the computer, Feng Zhique's eyelids twitched. Looking at these eight short characters, the expression on his face instantly distorted.

The thought of expulsion popped out of Feng Zhique's mind instantly.

The secretary on the other side of the computer had a chill down his spine, and looked at the sentence he had just sent out without going through his brain, and groaned, only then did he realize that he had just sent something fatal.

[Secretary: Mr. Feng!I can explain! ! 】

【Secretary: What I mean is, I love President Feng, so I love Wu Jiwu, and I also like your boyfriend. 】

[Secretary: It definitely doesn't mean anything else, and it's definitely not the kind of love between a man and a woman, Mr. Feng, please don't misunderstand! ! 】

【Feng Zhique: Heh. 】

[Feng Zhique: This month's bonus will be deducted. 】

[Secretary: ... Oh. 】

On the other side of the computer, the secretary had tears in her eyes, so she could only admit it aggrievedly.

……

three days later.

Lying on the hospital bed and recuperating for three full days, Song Jing was finally allowed to be discharged from the hospital by the attending doctor... and then went to Feng Zhique's home to continue recuperating.

On the day of discharge from the hospital, the secretary was busy in the ward, packing up the items in the ward, and at the same time reporting to her boss the work content for the next few days very respectfully.

Feng Zhique listened casually, with a look of complete indifference.

Seeing this, the secretary had no choice but to turn around to look at Song Jing, and cast his eyes on Song Jing.

Ever since she found out that Song Jing was able to subdue her boss, the secretary secretly asked for Song Jing's number when delivering meals, and established a good relationship with Song Jing.

Naturally, Song Jing didn't understand at first.

Feng Zhique doesn't work, when does he work, and whether he takes it seriously, has nothing to do with him. He is not an employee of their company.

As for this, the secretary explained this: If Mr. Feng doesn't work hard, he will spend his time on you and pester you every day, are you sure?

So Song was instantly persuaded.

The secretary turned to look at Song Jing, Song Jing understood, and immediately turned his gaze to Feng Zhique.

"listen well."

Feng Zhique pouted aggrievedly, and the expression on his face became more serious.

Satisfied, the secretary continued to report to his boss on the next work content.

After reporting, the secretary shut up and left first with the packed things.

After the secretary left, Feng Zhique's eyes sparkled, he looked at someone on the hospital bed with resentment, and said, "You have changed your mind."

Song Jing: "Huh?"

Song was inexplicable.

Feng Zhique complained aggrievedly, "You like her and you don't like me."

Song Jing frowned, and replied almost without thinking, "I don't like you, so why should I date you?"

After hearing this, Feng Zhique subconsciously wanted to continue his grievances, but suddenly, he realized something, and smiled sweetly on his face.

The corners of Feng Zhique's mouth raised uncontrollably, and he smiled silly and sweetly, "You're right."

Song Jing looked at the smirk on Feng Zhique's face, was stunned for a moment, then recalled what he had just said, and then realized what he had just said belatedly.

Song Jing suddenly fell silent.

Following Song Jing's silence, the corners of Feng Zhique's mouth widened, and it was almost impossible to hide it.

Then, only Feng Zhique said coquettishly, "I still want to hear it, please say it again."

Song Jing put on a blank face, pretending not to hear.

Song Jing changed the subject, "Am I going to your house next?"

When Feng Zhique heard this, he immediately became vigilant and said, "You can't go back on what you promised before."

Song Jing denied, "I just want to ask, are you the only one in your family?"

Thinking that Song was actually worried about the nurse, Feng Zhique immediately replied without hesitation, "If you're worried about the nurse..."

Feng Zhique was just halfway through speaking when he was interrupted lightly by Song Jing.

Song Jing asked, "Where are your mother and father? Are you not at home?"

Song actually worried that it would be inconvenient for him to go to Feng Zhique's house.

Moreover, Song Jing was not quite sure that Feng Zhique's father and mother would allow Feng Zhique to associate with a man.

If Feng Zhique was just an ordinary person, born in an ordinary family, perhaps Song would not have such an idea.

But as Feng Zhique is a boss, it is obvious that Song is not sure that Feng's mother and father will allow this matter of dating a man.

If it was not allowed, he followed Feng Zhique to his house now, and it would be too embarrassing if Feng's mother and Feng's father threw him out together.

Feng Zhique was stunned, and after a while, he narrowed his eyes and smiled slyly.

Feng Zhique smiled lowly, and said with a smile, "Are you a little too anxious? Although I don't mind..."

Song Jing was puzzled, "Huh?"

"Song Song just started dating and is he in a hurry to see his parents?" Feng Zhique said shyly, "But they are abroad now, if you want to meet Song Song, I will call them right now."

While talking, Feng Zhique took out his cell phone, ready to call immediately.

Seeing this, Song Jing hurriedly stopped him.

Song Jing: "Wait."

Feng Zhique looked up, "Huh? What happened to Song Song?"

Song Jing had a reluctant expression, and said slowly, "This matter... is not in a hurry."

Feng Zhique understood, and took back the phone.

Seeing that Feng Zhique finally put the phone back, Song Jing felt relieved, and then relaxed.

At the same time, he finally noticed a problem.

Song Jing frowned, and asked: "...do they agree with you to fall in love with a man?"

Feng Zhique had never thought about this question before, so he couldn't help being startled.

Because he didn't have anyone he liked before, whether it was during school or when he was working after graduation, he didn't have anyone he liked, so there was no such thing as whether his parents agreed to him dating a man.

Feng Zhique replied uncertainly, "I don't know."

Song Jing's heart tightened, "...what if they don't agree."

Feng Zhique raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "It's none of their business if I fall in love with you."

Song Jing put his hands on his forehead and said with a slight headache, "They are your parents."

Feng Zhique tilted his head and thought for a while, with a puzzled expression on his face: So what?

Song Jing's expression was numb.

……never mind.

The explanation didn't make sense, and Song Jing didn't want to explain anymore. When the time really came to that scene, he would naturally understand.

……

It's just that I never expected that scene to come so soon.

Under Feng Zhique's careful care, Song Jing finally arrived at Feng Zhique's house.

Just as Song Jing expected, Feng Zhique's family is huge, and everything has the aura of a rich man.

Song Jing calmly reached out and opened the door.

After pushing open the door, Feng Zhique beside him was stunned.

Um?The door is open?He remembered closing the door before he left.And if it's the secretary, the secretary has already reported all the affairs entrusted to him in the hospital, and there is no need or reason to stay at his home...

While Feng Zhique was thinking secretly, the door was slowly pushed open, and then, a graceful and luxurious figure appeared in front of the two of them in the living room.

And opposite to that graceful and luxurious figure was the secretary who was sitting respectfully.

The secretary was facing the direction of the gate. When he saw his boss, he immediately stood up respectfully and called, "Mr. Feng."

The secretary's voice caused the person opposite the secretary to turn around.

The figure turned around, and was about to call out to the gate with a smile, but unexpectedly, just as he turned around, the man froze.

The young woman sitting on the sofa looked at Song Jing who was standing at the gate, and asked puzzledly, "Hey, who are you?"

Song Jing's expression froze, and hesitantly looked at the person beside him.

Feng Zhique introduced to the woman with a calm face, "My boyfriend."

The woman froze.

The woman asked hesitantly, "...boyfriend?"

Feng Zhique's expression was calm, "Yes."

The expression on the woman's face was unbelievable, "Zhi Que, do you like men?"

Feng Zhique was still calm.

The woman was dumb, speechless for a while.

At this time, Song Jing finally spoke, and asked the person beside him uncertainly, "...is she?"

Feng Zhique said lightly, "My mother."

Song Jing froze.

Feng Zhique returned calmly, and immediately, it was as if Mother Feng on the sofa in the living room didn't exist at all, and carefully helped Song Jing to the sofa.

After arriving at the sofa, the distance between Song Jing and Feng's mother suddenly became closer, the two stared at each other fixedly, and the atmosphere was stiff.

However, Feng Zhique seemed to be unable to feel the condensed atmosphere in the room at all, and asked Song Jing softly, "Do you want a drink?"

"……Need not."

"Do you want to eat then?"

"……Need not."

Feng Zhique frowned slightly, but his face was worried, "You haven't eaten all morning, are you really not hungry? Otherwise, you should eat a little..."

Song Jing put his hand on his forehead, pointed to the direction of the sofa, "Don't worry about it, sit down first."

If Feng Zhique hadn't asked these questions just now, Song actually felt that there might still be a sliver of hope, but after Feng Zhique asked those just now, Song was completely sure that Feng's mother would never agree to him being with Feng Zhique. piece.

No mother would want to see her son humiliating in front of another man.

Feng Zhique asked, and sat down with some reluctance.

Feng Zhique: "Oh."

Feng Zhique quietly and obediently sat down beside Song Jing, in an extremely clingy posture, almost wishing to cling to his body.

Song Jing subconsciously glanced at Feng Mu, only to see Feng Mu looking at this scene with a livid face, her expression was very ugly.

He quietly reached out his hand and pushed Feng Zhique.

Not only did Feng Zhique not receive the hint, but he even asked him in puzzlement in front of Feng's mother, "Huh? Song Song, what are you pushing me for?"

Song Jing: "..."

Song Jing subconsciously glanced at Mother Feng again, only to see that Mother Feng's complexion suddenly became uglier.

He just wanted to put his hands on his forehead.

Song Jing: "... sit down."

Feng Zhique saw that Song Jing's face was not very good-looking, so he sat down on the sofa reluctantly.

After sitting upright, he could only hear him muttering in Song Jing's ear in dissatisfaction: "Obviously it is said that boyfriends will be very clingy and caring after falling in love..."

Song Jing: "..."

He was silent.

At this time, Mother Feng who was sitting across from her finally spoke, "Zhi Que."

Mother Feng's expression was serious, solemn and displeased.

He looked at Feng's mother's expression and thought to himself: It's finally here.

Judging from Feng's mother's expression, if nothing unexpected happens, Feng's mother will tell him to break up with Feng Zhique in the next second.

Just when Song Jing was thinking about it, Mother Feng said with a displeased face, "Didn't you see that your boyfriend was injured? How could you make him comfortable if you still sit close to him?"

Song Jing was taken aback.

……Um?

Feng Zhique suddenly realized, "That's right."

So he immediately moved his body a little to the side, but instead he grabbed Song Jing's fingers and pinched them wantonly.

Song Jing's expression was a little dazed.

Mother Feng's face looked better now, she immediately turned her gaze to Song Jing, and then asked softly, "How long have you been dating?"

Feng Zhique frowned upon hearing the sound, and said, "You ask me, he is timid, what should I do if I scare him?"

Mother Feng's face darkened, "I'm asking him, have you been allowed to speak?"

Feng Zhique's face was not very happy, and that displeasure look was exactly the same as that of Feng's mother, "What are you doing here, please come back if you have nothing to do."

Mother Feng's face turned black, "Is this how you talk to your mother whom you haven't seen in months?"

After finishing speaking, he immediately turned his gaze to Song Jing.

"Did you see that? He looks like this in private." Mother Feng said sincerely, "Break up with him before you regret it."

Song Jing: "...?"

He stared blankly at Feng's mother, caught off guard.

Feng Zhique said with a cold face, "Madam Feng, please come back."

Mother Feng pretended not to hear, and continued to persuade, "As soon as I saw you, I knew that you must be his favorite type. Hurry up and break up with him. It will be a long time, and with his personality, if you want to Breaking up will be difficult."

Feng Zhique finally couldn't hold it anymore, "Mom!"

Feng's mother was also very angry, and looked at Feng Zhique, "Tell the truth, did you stalk him so hard that he forced him to agree to date you! With your temperament, I don't know what you would do. what-"

Song Jing looked at Feng's mother's angry expression, and silently interjected, "...I did it voluntarily."

Mother Feng's voice choked up, her face full of disbelief.

"Was it voluntary?" Mother Feng looked at Song Jing in shock.

Song Jing: "...um."

Feng's mother took a fixed look at him, and finally sighed, "Then when will you take me to see your mother?"

Song Jing was stunned again, "Huh?"

Mother Feng took it for granted, "You've already seen me now, so shouldn't it be natural for you to take me to see your mother?"

Song Jing couldn't react, and asked hesitantly, "Is this too fast... I haven't dated him for a long time, shouldn't I meet my parents when I plan to get married..."

Mother Feng froze for a moment, turned her gaze, and asked Feng Zhique, "When do you plan to get married?"

Feng Zhique smiled 'shyly' in Song Jing's direction, and said shyly, "I didn't expect Song Song to be more anxious than me."

Song Jing: "I'm not that..." meaning.

Before Song Jingyi could say the word, Feng Zhique's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "As long as Song Song is willing, tomorrow will be fine."

Song Jing: "..."

Mother Feng frowned, "That won't work."

Seeing that Feng's mother disagreed, Song Jing's heart lightened, and he was slightly relieved.

But in the next second, Mother Feng said again, "The time is too tight, the hotel, the guests, and the master of ceremonies... How can I finish it in one day?"

Feng Zhique nodded, "Yes."

Song Jing: "..."