My NO.1 Mr.

Xiang Fei lowered the car window, handed the card to the doorman, and put it back in his coat pocket after brushing it: "Is it sour or not?"

Yan Qiting was helpless: "Who was the one who flew 300 yards in Luxi Mountain last time? He looked like he had seen a ghost. The phone couldn't be reached, and the company couldn't find anyone. What's wrong now, have you figured it out?"

Xiang Fei didn't even look at him and said, "What did you figure out?"

Yan Qiting leaned back in his chair, sighed and said, "What kind of illusions do you have about my past? If you're really a gangster, you should know that I used to be like that. If a little Lin scares you like this, then If Anna, Vivienne or something came, wouldn’t it scare you to go straight to the moon in a rocket?”

Yan Qiting was joking, but Xiang Fei stared at the road with a dark expression: "There will never be any more Anna and Vivian."

Yan Qiting heard that something was wrong, and said vigilantly: "Why...?"

Never again.

Xiang Fei stared at the road tightly and stopped talking along the way.

The car drove slowly to the community where Cheng Du lived, and stopped at the parking space in the underground garage.

Yan Qiting opened the door of the back seat and was about to help Chengdu, but was pulled aside by Xiang Fei.He drank some wine, stood unsteadily, and was pulled away by a long distance.

Xiang Fei pulled away Yan Qiting, grabbed Cheng Du's hand, and roughly put it on his shoulder like dragging a dead pig: "Which floor?"

"33." Yan Qiting pressed the elevator button and walked in first.

Xiang Fei angrily carried the man into the elevator and stood far away from Yan Qiting.

Yan Qiting glanced over there helplessly, and pressed the button on the 33rd floor.

Xiang Fei walked into the car, still furious, turned around abruptly, and with a bang, Cheng Du's forehead hit the car door.

Cheng Du was so drunk that he still didn't wake up after such a knock.His head drooped in front of his chest, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose had long been loosened during the process of tugging and tugging, and now they finally fell off and landed on the ground with a snap.

Yan Qiting leaned over to pick up the glasses, and sighed softly after seeing the logo hidden inside the temples of the glasses.

Although Xiang Fei stood far away, he kept staring at Yan Qiting from the clear and clean mirror. Seeing his expression at this moment, he snorted, "Boss Yan thinks I'm in the way?"

Yan Qiting had been on fire since he was in the car just now, and now Xiang Fei's sour tone completely annoyed him: "I said, what's the matter with you? Can you be normal?"

"Why am I abnormal, Mr. Yan?" Xiang Fei's eyes flickered behind the rimless glasses, with complicated emotions.He pointedly said: "Don't you not like this one? What are you sighing now?"

Yan Qiting squeezed his glasses until he heard the words, and said angrily, "Which one do I like has something to do with you? You..."

The elevator door suddenly opened with a ding, and a beautiful girl stood outside.

Yan Qiting suppressed the curse that was about to blurt in his throat, and looked out of the car at the same time as Xiang Fei.

The girl shrank her neck when she saw the two tall men in the elevator and the strange eyes that seemed to be eating people at the same time: "Well, I'll wait for the next trip."

Yan Qiting calmed down, pulled himself together and smiled at the girl, and pressed the close button: "Sorry girl, we have some disputes."

The girl nodded to the two in surprise, and smiled warmly: "It's okay, if there is any conflict, resolve it! I wish you a speedy reconciliation!"

The elevator door closed again. Under this interruption, the two of them couldn't get back to the topic just now, and went all the way to the 33rd floor in silence.

"...Go in." Xiang Fei handed Cheng Du to Yan Qiting, and turned to press the elevator button.

Yan Qiting picked up Cheng Du, and reached out to rummage through him for the house key.

The door of Cheng Du's house was a piece of smooth marble, Yan Qiting took a vague look through the marble, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He turned his head and saw that Xiang Fei lowered his head, his turned shoulders were shaking slightly, one hand was propped on the wall, and the other hand was clenched into a fist.

"Damn it, wait a minute," Yan Qiting didn't understand what this guy had misunderstood until now, and walked two steps quickly to the elevator, blocking the opened elevator door, "Do you think that I must send someone home? What happened?"

Xiang Fei's eyes flickered, then slowly lowered, staring at the ground and said: "Based on my understanding of President Yan, yes."

"It's your uncle!" Yan Qiting angrily took out the key from Cheng Du, turned around and opened the door, pointed at Xiang Fei and said, "Wait, I'll deal with you when I come out."

Xiang Fei raised his head and glanced at Yan Qiting, his fingers paused on the elevator button, his eyes were tangled.

Yan Qiting carried the staggering Cheng Du back to the room, and he was also dragged tottering.With a dry mouth, he put Cheng Du on the bed, got up and went into the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

Damn, is that kid just here to annoy people?

The more Yan Qiting thought about it, the more angry he was, he put the glass heavily on the sink, poured another glass of water and brought it to Cheng Du's room, and poured it down for someone.

Cheng Du drank some water, and snorted as if he had finally recovered the signal: "...It hurts so much."

Yan Qiting looked helplessly at the red mark on Cheng Du's forehead, helped him take off his coat and socks, and stuffed him under the bed: "I'm sorry, Mr. Cheng, it seems that stamping is very popular recently."

Cheng Du grabbed Yan Qiting unconsciously, just in time to grab the tie around Yan Qiting's neck, and pulled him onto the bed.

"Yan... President?" Cheng Du's eyes were slightly squinted, and the red eyes were hidden by the upturned corners of the eyes.

"Well, it's me. You're drunk, Mr. Cheng." Yan Qiting pulled his tie back from Cheng Du's hand, pointed to the keys and glasses beside the water: "The water is here, sleep well, tomorrow I'll give you a day off."

"... Oh." Cheng Du narrowed his eyes at Yan Qiting, stared at the slowly closing door and let out an oh.

When Yan Qiting came out, Xiang Fei was sitting at the door of the elevator with a cigarette in his mouth, and two cigarette butts were thrown on the ground beside his feet.

"Xiang Fei, do you still have a sense of public morality?" Yan Qiting walked over, picked up the cigarette butts on the ground and threw them into the trash can, "Can't you see the trash can next to it?"

Xiang Fei's hair was disheveled, his tie was pulled to one side, and he sat there dejectedly, like a stray dog ​​sitting on the ground.

The moment Yan Qiting leaned over to pick up the cigarette butts, he inadvertently revealed the sports bracelet on his left wrist.Xiang Fei's eyes brightened up the moment he touched the bracelet, and he grabbed Yan Qiting's hand and pulled it into his arms.

This was supposed to be a very classic hug shot, but unfortunately the angle is not very clever now, Yan Qiting was pulled by Xiang Fei and staggered, his head hit his nose, and the back of Xiang Fei's head hit the marble wall on, with a muffled bang.

"What the hell are you doing..." Yan Qiting saw that this guy's nose was bleeding from the bump, and hurriedly got up to find a piece of paper or something, but Xiang Fei didn't let up, and strangled him hard, pushing him hard. Press it in your arms.

"...I thought you wouldn't come out." Xiang Fei spoke in a low voice, his voice muffled.

Yan Qiting was stunned, and simply gave up struggling, allowing Xiang Fei to wipe his nosebleed on his expensive Zegna coat.

It's really strange that as long as this person shows weakness, he will automatically disarm and surrender.

Not only surrender, but also comfort others in turn.

"How could it be? I already said it would come out." Yan Qiting pulled his leg off Xiang Fei's body, found a perfect point of strength on the ground again, and then patted Xiang Fei's head with his hand as if to comfort him: " When have I lied to you?"

Xiang Fei froze for a moment, took off his plain glasses and threw them on the ground, leaning his eyes on Yan Qiting's shoulder.

That's right, Yan Qiting never lied to him, it was all on his own initiative.

At first, I just wanted to stay by his side.

But then, I couldn't help but want more.

Want everything about him, want to monopolize all his love.No, not only love, his joy, anger, sorrow and hatred, all his feelings, all belong to me alone.

Too greedy, Xiang Fei (Xie Yuzhi).

Xiang Fei greedily rubbed against Yan Qiting's neck, although he knew that keeping this posture would be uncomfortable for the other party, but he was just greedy for this feeling.

This feeling of being pampered and spoiled.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Qiting's back was almost stiff, and finally felt wet and warm on his neck, and he didn't know if it was blood or something else.

Alas, what a loss.Yan Qiting thought.

This day is May 2017, 11.

This day was also the first time in Yan Qiting's life that he experienced what "love" is.

He looked at Xiang Fei up close, feeling like he was putting the cart before the horse.

How did you lose your head?

He obviously didn't drink much, and his mind is still clear, so why did he become like this?

There have been too many messy troubles lately, Yan Qiting has no time to think about what this person who suddenly disappeared and reappeared has done, and he has no time to think about the many doubts and mysteries that this person carries, following a method called " "Love" instinct, give up all thinking, just to make this person not so sad, just to make this person's eyes no longer show pain and disappointment.

What a loss.Thinking of this, Yan Qiting slowly closed his eyes.

Once the vision disappeared, other sensations became very obvious. The fiery kiss fell between the eyebrows and the neck, making people addicted.When the bodies collided, a very strange feeling came over him. He had experienced this feeling from the expressions of others, but when it was finally his turn, he couldn't turn the corner.

He didn't know where to put his hands or what to do to try not to be weird.

He could only put the back of his hand on his eyes, and peeked at the person in front of him through his fingers.

Xiang Fei's face was close at hand, and his expression seemed a little indulged.The sweat oozing from his forehead slid all the way to his neck and shoulders, and the fine beads of sweat all over his body glistened under the light.

Yan Qiting turned his head away.

He couldn't resist such an expression, at this moment he just wanted to turn his face away to cool down his brain.

The body line in front of him is rigid and straight, with obvious undulating muscles, and the mermaid line around the waist is so beautiful that it makes people jealous.

But this is obviously not the kind of body that Yan Qiting likes, why does he feel hopelessly sexy now?

Whether it's the visual impact brought by muscle contraction or the unspeakable impulse brought by Xiang Fei's eyes, all of these are impacting his nerves. When the excitement reaches the cerebral cortex, it causes all the cells in the body to be densely packed. trembling.

"Hmm..." Yan Qiting took a few breaths, and immediately gritted his teeth. He didn't want to hear this strange sound overflowing from his throat, but when he gritted his teeth, he felt deeply suffocated.

Damn, going crazy.

Yan Qiting was struggling in his heart, fighting against the joy coming from his body.

At this time, he heard Xiang Fei's low gasp in his ear, playing the heaviest accent on his sensitive nerves.

The voice told him that the person in front of him had the same pleasure as him, and the sense of shame faded away in an instant.

And as the sense of shame gradually faded, reason also collapsed, and Xiang Fei's expression was superimposed with the feelings he had experienced in the past, and something burst out in an instant.

This day is May 2017, 11.

Allin's Day.

The author has something to say:

Eight years vs 15 days, do you believe it?So it is said that character determines fate, and thinking determines the way out, students (knock on the blackboard to mark the key point)! There is nothing more touching than a powerful enemy who suddenly shows weakness to you.

Of course, classmate Yan is indeed in a daze, hahaha, did you forget about the email, dear!

Also, my own son, whom I raised for more than 30 chapters, was finally eaten, hey, I feel so distressed... (sigh).