My NO.1 Mr.

When Yan Qiting woke up, he was a little hot.

Before dawn, a fluffy head was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

The temperature in the bed was frighteningly high, Yan Qiting felt as if his whole body was soaked in water, and his back was covered with sweat.He touched Xiang Fei's forehead, and it was also dripping with sweat. Fortunately, this man was still able to sleep.He turned his big hairy head aside a little amusedly, thinking that it's no wonder he dreamed of a giant bear pressing down on Mount Tai.

The central air conditioner was still not turned on, so Yan Qiting lifted the quilt, turned on the light, and found the remote control in the bedside table after fumbling for a long time.

Hey, how does this person reconcile with Xie Yuzhi's problem, everything likes to be placed in a fixed position, pure pickiness and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Yan Qiting turned on the air conditioner, stretched his arms in the gradually cooling air, got up and went into the bathroom.

He was whistling and squinting his eyes to release his bladder comfortably, when he heard a loud roar outside, which scared him so much that he almost couldn't hold back his urine.

"Here, what are you shouting for?" Yan Qiting took the time to drain the water, and lifted his pants—no, he didn't wear pants, he lifted the imaginary pants, and reached out to open the door.

Before he could touch the doorknob, the carved wooden door was pushed open with a snap from the outside.

"Fuck, what are you doing, can you fucking afford to pay for your damage?" Yan Qiting dodged for a moment, didn't completely dodge, and knocked his head.He moved closer to the mirror, intending to take a look at what happened after the collision.

Xiang Fei stood at the door, with an expression of calcium deficiency since he was a child, and he seemed relieved after seeing Yan Qiting: "It's the middle of the night, why is Mr. Yan running around?"

Yan Qiting glanced at his forehead with the light on the mirror, but he didn't know whether it was due to the light or a psychological effect.He glanced back at Xiang Fei, and said confidently: "I'm going to the toilet, boss, what if you can't see it?"

Xiang Fei paused, then turned around and walked towards the toilet knowing that he was justified: "You are still in good health, so you don't know how to put on some clothes before getting up at night?"

Yan Qiting thought for a while, but couldn't find a reason to refute. After standing at the door for a while, he went back to his room and put on his pajamas.

When Xiang Fei came out, he saw Yan Qiting calling the front desk.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, let them come up and change the sheets and quilt." Yan Qiting put down the phone, and found that Xiang Fei was still standing there looking at him stupidly, and said helplessly, "What's wrong?"

"...It's nothing, just look at you."

"Oh."

Yan Qiting saw that Xiang Fei stood there stupidly without making a move, so he simply threw the sheets and quilts to the ground with his own hands, and when he got up, he saw that this guy was still staring at him like a mallet.

"Mr. Xiang, Mr. Xiang, can you open the door, please? The doorbell is ringing, can't you hear it?" Yan Qiting couldn't stand this man anymore, and chased after him like a cat slave staring at his master, he started I wonder if even the guy who poops himself can be a treasure, holding a small shovel next to him and watching.

"...Oh," Xiang Fei walked towards the door in a dull manner, and turned back halfway, "I almost got fucked by you, I'm not wearing anything, you go."

Yan Qiting glanced at him, and chuckled happily: "All right, I'll go, you go and stay in the bathroom, young master."

Xiang Fei glanced at him, after thinking for a while, he took out his pajamas from the bedroll and put them on: "Forget it, let's go together."

Yan Qiting's physique is very good. He sweated this night. When he woke up the next day, he was full of energy and comfortable. After getting up, he went to the hotel's gym for a walk. When he came back, Xiang Fei was making breakfast .

"Hi." Yan Qiting was wearing a smoky gray T-shirt and white beach pants, the chest and back were completely soaked.He walked into the bathroom as he took off his clothes, and the beautiful waistline that was inadvertently exposed made it impossible to take your eyes off.

Xiang Fei saw his energetic appearance, and the knife that was cutting the fruit salad in his hand almost didn't cut off a piece of meat.It wasn't until the person entered the bathroom and the sound of water that Xiang Fei belatedly mumbled to the cutting board: "...Hi."

Yan Qiting came out in his bathrobe after taking a shower, took a piece of toast from the table, spread some butter on it, and began to search around for things.

Xiang Fei brought the freshly cooked pumpkin soup to the table, and shouted into the room: "What are you doing? You're out for dinner."

Yan Qiting snorted, and mumbled outside with a toast in his mouth: "Boss Xiang, where is my cell phone?"

"It's out of battery, I put it in the suitcase with your notebook." Xiang Fei walked in from the outside, took out the mobile phone from the suitcase, and handed it to Yan Qiting, "Here, the charger, look at the mobile phone after breakfast."

Yan Qiting connected the phone to the socket, looked at the 0% pattern on it, and raised his face at Xiang Fei: "Thank you."

"Thank you, come out to eat quickly. The hot food I made today will not taste good when it gets cold."

Yan Qiting tsk-tsk at the table full of beauty, "No wonder Mr. Xiang looks down on the chef of our restaurant. I think Mr. Xiang is out of talent for not opening a restaurant."

Xiang Fei let out a chuckle, and served him a bowl of thick soup: "A cook is the highest value in your eyes?"

"Mr. Xiang, the ancients once taught us not to underestimate ourselves and use injustice. You have reached the bottom of your words and deserve a full cup of fine." Yan Qiting raised the soup in his hand to him, "Dry this bowl of thick soup. Alcohol can be avoided."

Xiang Fei looked at the soup in his hand, and picked up the decanter beside him: "Forget it, the soup doesn't seem to smoke, but the esophagus will smoke after drinking it, I'll drink the bar."

Yan Qiting laughed and said: "Drink it, it's full... Hey, you can't do it, see brother, I'll pour it for you."

Xiang Fei watched helplessly as Yan Qiting took the decanter, and added another drop of dark red liquid into the glass that was almost overflowing.

"How is it? This is full. Mr. Xiang, let's do it." Yan Qiting raised his eyebrows, glanced at the wine in the glass that was slightly higher than the rim due to tension, and said to Xiang Fei.

How could Xiang Fei not know Yan Qiting's hard work in persuading him to drink, and how many orders in those years were paid for by his saliva and alcohol killing.Of course, if it wasn't for Yan Qiting's slick tongue, he wouldn't have believed that this kid had a good future when he met him, and then dropped everything to follow him.

"Okay, I'll do it. That is, Boss Yan asked me to drink it. If it's someone else, I have to smash the decanter in his face and ask him if he knows how much this bottle costs." Xiang Fei took a bite The muffins were cushioned, and then he drank the large glass of 82-year-old Lafite without leaking.

Yan Qiting smiled: "Is Boss Xiang distressed? Well, I'll have a drink with Boss Xiang." After speaking, he poured it for the two of them.

The amount this time is quite normal, Xiang Fei heaved a sigh of relief, and took a sip of the fine wine in the glass: "I drink moderately, and Boss Yan should drink less, and the doctor will come for a review later."

"Okay, then drink up the rest, don't waste it." Yan Qiting ate the cookie in his hand while flipping through the newspaper: "Wait a minute, did Mr. Xiang read today's newspaper? The news is so funny .”

"Which one?" Xiang Fei came over with a drink in his hand: "Oh, what are you talking about? Taobao has done a great job again, helping the bankrupt Emerald Airlines to solve two Boeing 747s at once."

"Hahaha, the foreign media seems to be very concerned about our online shopping? 6 offline auctions, but no buyer was found. After going online on Taobao, SF Express bought two cargo planes at once. Look at this, the United States People are surprised by China's excellent online shopping capabilities." Yan Qiting slapped the newspaper after reading it, and laughed almost out of breath, "Shunfeng's pinyin is wrong, ouch, this made me laugh... I have contracted my laughing point today."

Xiang Fei smiled, and pointed at the tip of Yan Qiting's nose with his finger: "Is it so funny?"

Yan Qiting endured it for a while, and couldn't help laughing again: "Isn't it funny?"

Xiang Fei looked at him deeply, and a look of incomprehension appeared in his eyes: "It would be great if Mr. Yan could always be like this."

Yan Qiting threw away the newspaper and asked inexplicably, "What kind?"

Xiang Fei raised his glass to him, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, Mr. Yan, eat quickly, it will be cold in a while."

Yan Qiting didn't quite understand what he meant, and continued laughing at Lao Mei's exaggerated comments and outdated threats in the newspaper, but Xiang Fei's eyes that stared at him gradually deepened.

If possible, I really hope to be together like this, you don't know anything, and you don't have to worry about anything, just cling to me like this, and belong to me wholeheartedly.

"Mr. Xiang, Mr. Xiang, can you please open the door?" Yan Qiting touched Xiang Fei with his knee and pulled him out of his contemplation. "The doorbell is ringing, go and open it."

Xiang Fei stood up with a grunt: "The doctor is probably here, you should prepare."

Yan Qiting was a frequent visitor to the hospital in his early years. He had to visit the prison if he went in either by himself or someone else, so he felt a little conflicted when he heard the word doctor.Xiang Fei was stunned by this sentence: "What are you going to do? Take off your pants?"

Xiang Fei laughed: "Yes, there is nothing to prepare, just a simple check."

Xiang Fei opened the door, and standing outside the door was the Australian doctor who was in charge of treating the wound that day, blond and blue-eyed, pleasing to the eye.After the handsome doctor came in, he smiled at Xiang Fei, and turned to Yan Qiting: "Heybuddy, youlookgood."

Yan Qiting nodded, rolled up his sleeves and showed him the wound on his arm.The swelling has subsided, and although it's not completely healed, it doesn't look as scary as it did when it was first injured.

There are two types of manta rays in Australia: non-toxic and highly venomous. The manta ray that stung Yan Qiting happened to be a highly venomous manta ray. This kind of fish usually rarely attacks people. Once it attacks people, the nerve venom produced is not Potent serums can cope.Patients stung by this kind of fish usually have fever and chills, rapid heartbeat, muscle paralysis, and severe cases can even lead to death. Few people like Yan Qiting recovered so quickly and their wounds healed so well.

The handsome doctor picked up his hand and looked carefully, then opened his eyelids, tested his sensitivity to light sources with a forehead mirror, and exclaimed, "Mr. The swelling has subsided. It seems that Mr. Yan is in good physical condition, of course, this is also inseparable from the meticulous care of the caregivers, and it takes a lot of energy to change the medicine."

After finishing speaking, the handsome doctor took out a few bottles of medicine from the medicine box, and wrote the instructions on it: "It seems that the bottle is no longer needed. I was worried that Mr. Yan would develop resistance to the medicine, but it seems that there is no problem at all. Item The information from the sir on the phone is very accurate. I will prescribe a few more pills here, and it will be fine after taking it in three days. Remember to avoid smoking and drinking during the period..."

He glanced at Lafite in Yan Qiting's hand, and tapped with a pen: "Including red wine."

"Okay, no problem, thank you doctor," Xiang Fei took the cup from Yan Qiting's hand, and drank it with a straight neck, "I would like to follow the doctor's advice."

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