My NO.1 Mr.

At 6:[-] in the morning, the tune of "MerryChristmas Mr. Lawrance" was played for several rounds, and Yan Qiting woke up from his sleep. Looking at the strange ceiling and the quilt on his body, he turned over and jumped up.

He still had his suit on, but it was rumpled from a night of torture.

What the hell?Why would you be in this place after waking up?How can I sleep in a suit?Emma, ​​this smell of alcohol...

Yan Qiting jumped off the bed, couldn't find his shoes on the bedroom floor, ran to the living room barefoot, and finally saw his two leather shoes separated on both sides of the strait on the gray plush carpet.

where is this?

A light came from the bathroom at the other end. Yan Qiting put on his shoes and walked along the light to see that Cheng Du was brushing his teeth meticulously in front of the mirror with a toothbrush whose color could not be seen clearly.

"Mr. Cheng?" Yan Qiting called out in surprise, "Is this your home?"

Cheng Du nodded at him, opened his mouth to spit out the foam in his mouth: "Yes, did you sleep well last night, Mr. Yan?"

Yan Qiting thumped his aching brain: "It's not very good. Did I drink a drink yesterday? Then what, did I lose my temper?"

After speaking, without waiting for Cheng Du's answer, he walked up to the mirror, and was startled by the figure in the mirror.

Messy hair, swollen eyes, and a big red mark on his forehead.

"What the hell? Who is this?...Me?" If it wasn't for the person in the mirror making the same movements and mouth movements towards Yan Qiting, Yan Qiting would almost have thought that the person in the mirror was a homeless man from somewhere.

"Mr. Cheng, can you explain to me what happened to my face last night? Those eyes... and the stamp on my forehead, who put it on me?"

Cheng Du washed his face and brushed his teeth calmly: "Mr. Yan drank too much last night and knocked on the roof of the car."

Yan Qiting thought for a while, but he didn't have much impression of the facts of last night, so he could only turn around and go out.

"Mr. Yan, don't you want to wash up?" Cheng Du poked his head out of the bathroom and shook the brand new toiletries in his hand: "It's ready for you."

Yan Qiting turned back again: "Mr. Cheng finished washing?"

Cheng Du picked up the towel on the shelf and wiped his hands: "It's finished, but Mr. Yan's current image seems a bit... How about I help Mr. Yan set aside time to rest for half a day?"

Yan Qiting looked at his own image, feeling a little sad, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and said: "No, I'll call Lao Zhao later... Forget it, the less people know about my appearance, the better. Trouble Mr. Cheng will take me back to Chunfang for a rest in a while, I will change my clothes and tidy up."

Cheng Du said hello, turned and went into the kitchen.

When Yan Qiting came out, there were already hot milk, eggs and sandwiches on the table.

Cheng Du took off his apron, and gestured to Yan Qiting for a seat.Yan Qiting pulled out his chair and sat down, and smiled apologetically at Cheng Du: "I, an uninvited guest, must have disturbed Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Du also pulled out his chair and sat down: "It's nothing, I haven't been so popular in a long time, the guest room is almost freezing, President Yan is willing to condescend to help me warm the room, I can't ask for more .”

Yan Qiting laughed loudly: "The room warmed by the drunkard is not sure if it is popular or not, but the smell of alcohol must be strong. I'm afraid Mr. Cheng will have to work hard to ventilate it."

Cheng Du couldn't help laughing too: "Boss Yan is really funny."

The two chatted a few more words about daily life, and Yan Qiting casually said, "Mr. Cheng, why doesn't he follow his father's business, but shares the same interests as Yan?"

Cheng Du's hand holding the sandwich paused: "There are some factors in this area, but there are also some other reasons."

Yan Qiting was a little curious, but this was Cheng Du's own private matter after all, if Cheng Du didn't want to go on, he didn't intend to continue asking.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Du pushed his glasses with the back of his hand, sighed and said, "My mother and my father don't quite get along, and my father married another one, so..."

Yan Qiting understood when he heard this, and quickly said: "Yan really didn't intend to inquire into Mr. Cheng's family affairs, I'm very sorry."

Cheng Du smiled: "It's okay, everyone in our circle knows it. No matter how strict you are, one is not too many."

Cheng Du's father, Cheng Qingping, was in the political circle, and he was not in the same circle as Yan Qiting since he was a child, so Yan Qiting only had a half-knowledge of the affairs over there.Hearing Cheng Du's words, Yan Qiting was slightly relieved: "Mr. Cheng, you don't have to worry about it too much. We juniors can't get involved in the affairs of the elders. These are not Mr. Cheng's fault. Mr. Cheng just needs to be himself."

Cheng Du pushed his glasses: "Boss Yan is right. Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. In fact, even without them, I have lived quite well on my own these years."

Yan Qiting smiled when he heard this.

How have you been all these years?Probably good.The weather is good, the country is peaceful and the people are safe.

It's just... something is still missing.

forever.

Yan Qiting sat on the back seat and closed his eyes wearily.

Cheng Du and Xie Yuzhi are really similar in some senses, for example, when Yan Qiting is upset, he will never say anything more.

In a sense, this is also a kind of thoughtfulness.

Yan Qiting suddenly couldn't figure out why some things would only be thought about after they were lost, why some people were like an inconspicuous shadow when they were in front of them, but suddenly became so clear after they left.

He had a feeling that he wanted to make up for something, but he also felt powerless that he couldn't find a way.Xie Yuzhi left so suddenly, the blood in the kitchen seemed to be the last touch of color in his eyes.

He suddenly wanted to visit Xie Yuzhi's tomb. In his heart, there were many things he wanted to say.

The mood suddenly became messy because of the withered look outside, Yan Qiting sighed silently, propped his chin and looked out of the window intently.

Cheng Du glanced at Yan Qiting from the rearview mirror, and always felt that his eyes looking out of the window were full of autumn water, sparkling with the changes of the scenery outside the window.

"President Yan, we're here." Cheng Du stopped in front of Chun Fangxie's door, because he only stopped for a while, so he didn't intend to drive into the garage.

Yan Qiting came back to his senses, and with a usual elegant smile, he went to the back of the car and patted Cheng Du's trunk: "Come in and sit for a while, it's really cold outside."

Cheng Du glanced at Yan Qiting who was standing outside the car smiling from the rearview mirror, his eyes were a little surprised.

The bosses he had been with before were all old men, and he had never met a president like Yan Qiting... How should I put it, he was so easy-going and uninhibited in his behavior, which made him at a loss for a while.

But he still unconsciously followed what Yan Qiting said, and he always felt that this person's gestures and gestures carried a natural elegance and suaveness, and what he said seemed to carry an indescribable force, making people unconscious. Jue just followed his train of thought, unable to refuse at all.

Cheng Du watched Yan Qiting enter the house from the rearview mirror, turned off the engine himself, and got out of the car.

The room was cold, clean and tidy without a trace of popularity.

Cheng Du entered the house, turned on the heating system, found a pair of slippers to change into, and closed the door of the living room.

Yan Qiting was standing in front of the locker in the changing room in a daze, until Cheng Du came in and took out a three-piece suit for him and put it on the bed, then he came back to his senses: "Oh, thank you."

Cheng Du opened the drawer on the left side of the closet, selected an ultramarine twill tie from it, and compared it with the black fabric: "Just this one, it's all dark and dull."

Yan Qiting nodded, picked up his bathrobe and walked towards the bathroom: "That's it. I just want to trouble Mr. Cheng to wait a little longer. By the way, there are no secrets in this house. Mr. Cheng is free to move around as he pleases."

Cheng Du couldn't help smiling, said hello to Yan Qiting, then walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down.

The sound of water in the bathroom sounded, and Cheng Du began to carefully look at the layout of the living room after chatting in every possible way.

This is a pure European-style garden house with three floors and a basement.

The overall golden style makes this place appear high-profile and gorgeous, and the combination of mirror and crystal makes the entire interior space appear more spacious and bright.

There is a fireplace at the entrance, and a globe, an ancient Greek statue, a crystal photo frame, some trinkets and a few hardcover books are placed on the protruding edge of the fireplace.The coffee table opposite the fireplace is made of marble, covered with a table runner, and some books, newspapers and old European magnifying glasses are placed on the table runner.

Cheng Du glanced at it briefly and walked away.

The placement of these things is very particular, but at first glance, it seems that the designer has carefully arranged them, and there is no trace of human life at all.

The living room is divided into two functional areas, one for hospitality and one for leisure. The leisure area is connected to the open balcony outside. There is an unopened small fountain on the balcony. The stone beads turned by the water, outside the balcony is the green space of the house and a small garden with a fence.Some firs are planted outside the garden, and the dense green branches and leaves are like a natural barrier, completely separating the outside from the inside.

There was a rocking chair on the balcony. Although it was cold outside, Cheng Du chose to sit down on the rocking chair.

The air in the small garden is really refreshing and the environment is quiet. Sitting here has the illusion of being in a deep mountain.

It's really strange, obviously, after wading into muddy water, there are still a lot of work and usury creditors chasing after him, but Cheng Du feels the relaxation and comfort of the whole body and mind here.

What a strange, out-of-place feeling.

Cheng Du casually picked up the book on the small table and found that it was a history of World War I.I flipped through a few pages, which was very interesting.

Holding the book in his hand, he was debating whether to put his legs on the pedals, when he suddenly heard a chuckle from behind: "Why is Mr. Cheng sitting upright in such a place?"

Cheng Du quickly stood up, and found that Yan Qiting was fully dressed, and even his hairstyle was not messed up: "We can go."

Cheng Du looked at the book in his hand, and said to Yan Qiting: "I like this book very much, I wonder if Mr. Yan can lend me a read?"

Yan Qiting glanced at it and said, "Okay, take it if Mr. Cheng likes it. I haven't had time to read that book carefully since I bought it. It took me so long to flip through it. I didn't read many things in it. I'm really ashamed." for it."

Cheng Du said with a smile: "Actually, there is nothing to read about human history. What is really interesting about this book is the author's reflections on war and yearning for peace. people can also take a good look."

Yan Qiting nodded and said, "The author must be very happy to have found a bosom friend like you. There are also English and Portuguese versions of this book. If Mr. Cheng is interested, I can get it for you."

Cheng Du followed Yan Qiting out, and said, "That's of course very good, but I'm not very good at Portuguese, so President Yan just lend me the English version."

"Okay, then Mr. Cheng is waiting here, I'll go up and get it." After Yan Qiting finished speaking, he walked out of the door on the first floor and pressed the elevator button: "Mr. Cheng, do you want to come up together?"

Cheng Du nodded: "Left and right are also boring, if Mr. Yan is willing to show me around, I will naturally wish for it."

Arriving at the third floor, as soon as the elevator door opened, a smell of books rushed over.Directly opposite is an ancient and elegantly arranged window. There is a row of low bookshelves beside the window, and there are aisles on both sides. The aisles are also filled with various types of bookcases.Going further inside, there are several larger rooms with rows of bookshelves scattered in order.

Cheng Du followed Yan Qiting into the room, and exclaimed, "Mr. Yan is planning to open a library at home?"

Yan Qiting led him inside, smiled and said: "These books are not entirely mine, they are stored in my place because a friend of mine couldn't fit in his house, the books that really belong to me are only a few rows here."

Yan Qiting stopped in front of one of the bookshelves, stretched out his slender fingers and brushed over the spine of a book, and finally stopped on the top shelf.

"Well, I found it."

Cheng Du followed his fingers to fetch the book, and inadvertently touched Yan Qiting's hand.His hands were warm and dry, and a strange feeling passed through his fingers to Cheng Du.

Cheng Du couldn't explain this feeling, as if he had suddenly fallen into a space-time vortex and met an ancient noble gentleman in a library.

Cheng Du was taken aback by this inexplicably disordered spatial thinking, and quickly withdrew his hand: "Sorry."

Yan Qiting smiled indifferently, hooked his finger, and the book fell into the palm of his hand with his slender fingers: "There is nothing to be sorry for, this is the English version, Mr. Cheng read it slowly, don't rush to return it."

The author has something to say:

Sorry, the belated heartthrob attribute has finally exploded. (づ￣3￣)づ

As Xiang Fei said, Yan Qiting is spreading inexplicable hormones anytime and anywhere (laughs).

Also, Mr. Xiang, it's dangerous for you to leave your wife alone like this~~~

In addition, the author has been infected by trauma in the past few days, and the whole person is dazed, his eyes are straight, his mind is in a mess, and he is scared to death by the spinal surgeon's words of "hospitalization".So after the manuscript is posted, the next update may be irregular, please forgive me, I will do my best to update...