My NO.1 Mr.

Xiang Fei looked at people in disbelief, and laughed loudly: "Mr. Yan is really cute when he is frank. If I hadn't kissed you now, I would have pressed you against the car window and kissed you well." Only enough is enough."

Yan Qiting was still not used to this kind of molested way of talking, so he glanced at him and stopped talking.His heart was still hanging on the construction site, and he looked back several times in just this moment.

Xiang Fei held the steering wheel with his left hand, stretched out his right hand and patted the cement powder left on his hair: "What? Don't believe me? Mr. Yan can relax, don't worry about anything, just leave it to me."

Yan Qiting thought to himself that the pens of those media never let anyone go, even he was helpless in this matter, what good solution could this kid come up with?He touched the buzzing cell phone in his pocket, and thought it would be better to ask first: "What can Mr. Xiang do? I am the top person in charge of this matter. If something goes wrong, let me do nothing? Do you think I can do something like this?"

Xiang Fei looked at him, and said helplessly, "I've said that I've given the full authority to me. In Mr. Yan's mind, am I so unreliable?"

Yan Qiting paused for a moment when he asked.

Before today's incident happened, Xiang Fei was indeed an extremely unreliable person in Yan Qiting's heart, especially the look in his eyes when they met for the first time, until now Yan Qiting still murmured when he thought of it.Coupled with the matter of the contract and the hotspots that he would inexplicably connect to every time he saw him, he was even more unable to confirm the purpose of this person approaching him.He appeared inexplicably like this, and forced his way into his field of vision step by step, disrupting his life.

Even so, Yan Qiting had to admit that Xiang Fei's actions just now did him a great favor. If the situation was allowed to develop, he really didn't know what would happen next.

So whether Xiang Fei is reliable or not, Yan Qiting can't tell for a while.

Xiang Fei looked at him and sighed, tapped the brakes to slow down, put on the Bluetooth headset and made a call.

He didn't mean to hide from Yan Qiting, so Yan Qiting listened openly.After several phone calls, Yan Qiting's furrowed eyebrows also relaxed.

"Yes, Mr. Xiang, I didn't expect you to have this hand!" Yan Qiting was momentarily happy, seeing Xiang Fei's outstretched palm, he couldn't help but slapped him, and the concrete smoke and dust in the carriage was blown all over.

Xiang Fei coughed, held his breath and turned on the purification system. Yan Qiting didn't bother to cover his nose, and said excitedly: "Using the shareholders of each newspaper to put pressure on each newspaper is really something that only a big chaebol like you, Hesheng, can do." !"

Xiang Fei looked at him, and slightly bent the corners of his lips: "How is it? Will you finally trust me? Has my image suddenly improved?"

Both of them are disgraced now, there is no "image" to speak of, but Yan Qiting clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Yes, it is necessary! I have to thank Mr. Xiang for this matter."

Xiang Fei's smile gradually deepened, and his eyes without glasses showed a strong aggressiveness.He shook his fingers, took out two crumpled air tickets from his trouser pocket and said, "If Mr. Yan really wants to thank me, he should let my money not be wasted."

Yan Qiting looked at Xiang Fei's pointed eyes, restrained his smile, and felt calm in his heart.

He reached out to take the ticket, squeezed it in his hand, and unconsciously rubbed the wrinkled corners repeatedly with his fingertips, as if he was rubbing his complicated thoughts at the moment.

Yan Qiting's smoky eyes flickered in the rain and fog outside the window, Xiang Fei's hint was too obvious, it was impossible for him not to understand.Over there, he threw [-] million plus a huge favor just to buy him a one-night spring dinner. This was too much face, and he couldn't refuse it.

But he really didn't understand when he got mixed up like this.

If there is no such favor, the five billion Yan Qiting can still be ruthlessly smashed back, but this time the favor is too great. At a small scale, hundreds of employees from all over the company have accepted his favor. Even the leeks who are watching the stock market are also benefited from him.

Are these two enough to buy him for one night?Not to mention that his piece is only made of meat, even if it is made of gold, it cannot be sold at this price.

Thinking of this, Yan Qiting heaved a sigh of relief and smiled ironically.

So, should he be thankful that he sold it for a good price?

Xiang Fei stretched out his hand and held his somewhat cold fingertips: "How is Mr. Yan thinking?"

Yan Qiting's eyes flickered between the two's clenched hands, and finally fixed on the name printed in ink on the ticket: "Okay, I'll keep it until night. After confirming that the matter is resolved, I will definitely give these two tickets to Mr. Xiang Fill."

Xiang Fei raised his eyebrows and said in an insatiable way: "Not only the air ticket, but also the suite I booked has been lost for a whole day. The plane at night is always slower than during the day..."

Yan Qiting quickly stopped the conversation: "I will help Mr. Xiang continue this lost day. Is Mr. Xiang still satisfied with this answer?"

Xiang Fei smiled triumphantly: "It's embarrassing, Mr. Yan's day is worth more than a thousand gold, so I dare not delay."

Yan Qiting smiled at his insincere "how dare", isn't this exactly what you want.He leaned back on the seat and narrowed his eyes: "Boss Xiang doesn't have to be too self-effacing, Boss Xiang deserves these."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the weather was calm.

Yan Qiting was almost sure that this matter had been suppressed.With the current spreading speed of new media, if the incident had not been suppressed, his mobile phone should have been blown up by now.He looked at Xiang Fei who was sitting in the leisure area with his long legs crossed and watching the news, and made a few calls to his subordinates to confirm that Hesheng had put the contract on the agenda.

Xiang Fei quickly noticed Yan Qiting's gaze, turned his head and smiled at him.

Yan Qiting smiled back without any psychological barriers, but when he turned back, his color had already changed.

In fact, he was rather contemptuous of selling himself to Xiang Fei as a "deserved reward", but because he did help Qi Chu a lot, he felt that it would be okay for him to be an escort for a while.

If this matter is really exposed, no matter whether it is a press conference or crisis public relations, those leeks who are lying on the wall and making moves will inevitably sell regardless of the reason in a short period of time, then Qichu's stock will plummet. The market value evaporated overnight is definitely more than [-] million.In addition, this time it was a safety accident. Although it was a problem with the construction party, Qichu must be charged with "ineffective supervision", which may have a huge impact on Qichu's signboard in the future.

He glanced at those long legs again, thinking that although this person is not the type he likes, he is not in bad shape anyway, and it would be great if he could be a gun mount.But the problem now is that he is about to be regarded as a cannon mount...

Although Yan Qiting is not a chaste and strong man, he has never been touched by the back door anyway. Just thinking about this kind of thing makes his scalp tingle, and the person sitting on the sofa seems to have become A man-eating beast.

"Mr. Xiang, if you don't mind, I want to go out." Yan Qiting picked up his phone and car keys, and wanted to go out for a walk.

"Where is President Yan going?" Xiang Fei half sat up from the sofa and lowered the volume of the TV.

Yan Qiting was afraid that he would follow, so he almost ran away: "Take a walk."

"I'll go with you." As soon as Xiang Fei took off his slippers, he was blocked by the solid wooden door that was closing in front of him. When he put on his shoes and opened the door to go out, Yan Qiting had already run away.

"...What the hell are you doing?" Xiang Fei was covered in goose bumps from the north wind blowing in from outside.He remembered that the guy who ran out just now was wearing a thin sweater and didn't even take a coat. Where could he go for a walk in such a cold day?

I really will find myself guilty.

Xiang Fei shrugged and closed the door.

Yan Qiting stepped on velvet slippers, turned the Bentley into a Ferrari, and drove fast on the unmanned driveway.

Although he had many mothers to scold in his heart, at this moment, the speed of straight-up was turned into a pleasure of Everything is under control.

He likes the feeling that everything is under control, Xiang Fei's appearance more or less disrupted his rhythm.This person, in just three days, packed himself into Yan Qiting's work and life.

After driving for about five minutes, my eyes began to feel a little sour.Yan Qiting tapped the brake lightly, passed a curve ahead with one hand, then slowly slowed down and pulled over to a stop, took out a cigarette from the storage box and lit it, with a sarcastic smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

What happened to being stabbed?In the end nothing will change.He is still the unrestrained and unrestrained Yan Qiting, it's just that he has an extra bed partner.They are all men, who is more disadvantaged than the other?

This prince-dang, what is he thinking?Did he do all this because he really liked it?

what do you like?me?

Yan Qiting took a deep breath, feeling that this idea is really inexplicable.A steel straight man who has been straight for 22 years suddenly tells you that he is not straight anymore when he sees you... This kind of thing, but anyone with a brain will not believe it.

There was a pain in his hand, Yan Qiting came back to his senses and saw that the cigarette had already burned out by itself.He threw the cigarette butt on the ground fiercely, cursing in a low voice.

You don't suffer from shit, damn it.

One was stabbed, and the other was stabbed, wouldn't it be a disadvantage?The whole fucking is lying to myself.

Yan Qiting trampled on the ground a few times, then lit another one, so irritable that he couldn't control himself.

Damn, damn.

He couldn't help but think of Xiao Lin, Chen Ze, and finally returned to the person he couldn't get around or avoid.

He... At that time, what was he thinking?

He thought of that man's expression, of the so-called "love" in his mouth, of the way his clear eyes were covered with lust, and of his panting and the groans that he intentionally suppressed in his throat, His stomach tightened and his heart ached.

The bleak sycamore tree on the roadside tremblingly shed its last leaf in the winter rain, and flew down the hillside piled with red and yellow fallen leaves with the rising mountain wind.

If someone drives past Luxi Mountain at this time, they will see such a scene: a handsome man is standing beside the winding mountain road. Wearing a thin smoky gray V-neck sweater and slacks, with his hands in his pockets, a silent champagne sports car parked behind him.

His slender and tall figure looked a little thin in the gray weather, and his slightly forward body made people worry that he might fly down the hillside like a fallen leaf when the next wind blows.

The man was biting a cigarette between his pale lips. The cigarette had already been moistened by the cold rain and fog, but the man didn't realize it.

It wasn't until the mountain mist was drenched into a thin ball in the winter rain and shrunk into the soil that the man answered the phone in his pocket that kept ringing as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"...Hello?" After blowing the mountain wind for a while, even with Yan Qiting's physique, his voice has become a little hoarse.

"Oh, I see, I'll be right back." Yan Qiting looked at his watch.

It's five o'clock, it's time to go to the airport.

He threw away the cigarette that had been extinguished at some point, got in the car, ignited the ignition, put it in gear, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

The four tires of the Bentley rubbed against the ground, and rushed out screaming, leaving a series of noises for the people living nearby on that gloomy winter afternoon.

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