My NO.1 Mr.

Cheng Du returned to the private room where he had dinner with Yan Qiting just now, and the room had already been cleared under the order of the manager.

Seeing Cheng Du, the manager of the western restaurant immediately walked over and said, "Mr. Cheng must not have eaten just now, okay, I'll tell the kitchen to give you..."

Cheng Du waved his hand and said, "No, thank you. How is the situation with President Yan?"

The manager only saw his boss helping the Hesheng Group's prince into the elevator. He didn't know the follow-up progress, so he could only tell him everything he knew.

Cheng Du nodded to him: "Thanks for your hard work, this little episode that happened today didn't affect the guests, right?"

The manager said: "It doesn't affect much, the sound insulation effect of the private room is top-notch, and the guests hardly heard the dispute going on inside."

"Well, that's good." Cheng Du nodded to the manager, took out his phone, and pressed Yan Qiting's number.

There was beeping dialing sound over there, but no one answered. Cheng Du hung up and dialed again, still the same.

Could something have happened?Cheng Du was a little worried, and dialed a few more times, but there was still no answer, so he had to press the button leading to the first floor, only to find that Yan Qiting's Bentley was still parked in the garage and had not left.

Could it be Xiang Fei's car?Cheng Du thought about it and walked around the garage a few times.It's a pity that he didn't know Xiang Fei's flamboyant blue Aston Martin, which parked right under his nose.

The sound of the Turkish march suddenly sounded, startling Cheng Du himself. He looked at the caller ID, and the person on it was Fang Zhimo.

"Hello, Brother Zhimo." Fang Zhimo is a few months older than Cheng Du and Tan Xiaobo, Cheng Du is now following Tan Xiaobo to call him 'Brother Zhimo', and if he is a little more stingy, call him according to the Japanese way of addressing him. He 'knows Mo Jun'.

"Cheng Du, what are you busy with?" Fang Zhimo's side was quiet, as if at home.

"I'm not busy with anything. I just finished eating with Mr. Yan." Cheng Du walked around a few times but couldn't figure it out, so he could only get on his Touareg.

Fang Zhimo snorted, and said, "Come and sit for a while? Today is Christmas."

Cheng Du looked at his watch, it was past nine and almost ten.Although it had been a while since Fang Zhimo confessed his love, Cheng Du still didn't want to meet Fang Zhimo in such an overly private place at this sensitive time.

He resolutely refused: "Forget it, it's late today, and I'll treat you to a drink tomorrow."

Fang Zhimo clicked his tongue, and said again: "Come here, I have something for you to see. By the way, if you are worried about being alone with me, don't worry, Tan Xiaobo and Tan Yuan are also here, and you are the only one missing. "

When Cheng Du heard this, he suddenly felt a little bit of a villain.He quickly agreed: "Okay, let's find a location, and I will navigate over."

Fang Zhimo quickly posted a location, and posted a photo of him, Tan Yuan, and Tan Xiaobo in front of the Christmas tree, with a few large characters written in POP fonts: Come quickly, three missing one!

This kind of thing seems to be written by Mr. Tan Xiaobo.

Cheng Du laughed, started the car, and navigated all the way to Fang Zhimo's apartment.

When Cheng Du knocked on the door of Fangzhi's Mo family, the house was in darkness.Through the entrance, Cheng Du saw the changing light and shadow inside, as if some movie was playing.

Holding red wine and wearing a casual V-neck sweater, Fang Zhimo opened the door and turned on the overhead light in the entrance.

Cheng Du put on his slippers and handed him the gift box in his hand: "Merry Christmas, what about those two?"

Fang Zhimo led him in and said, "Huh? Oh...they have already left."

Looking at the neat furnishings and decorations in the room, Cheng Du felt like being cheated.

If Tan Xiaobo and Tan Yuan had been here, how could this room be so clean?I still don't know what it looks like to be spoiled.But it was inconvenient for him to say so, so he had to bite the bullet and follow him to the leisure area, where a black and white silent love movie set in the 20s was playing.

Cheng Du glanced at it. The movie seemed to be called "The Artist". It was made by the French guy, and he had seen it when it first came out.Since there is no dialogue, the body language of the actors in the play is very rich, and their expressions are full of drama.He walked up to Fang Zhimo and sat down, unknowingly enjoying the fast-paced soundtrack and the intense performance of the actors.

Fang Zhimo looked at him quietly, saw his eyes following the figure of the hero, gradually frowned, raised his hand and picked up the remote control on the table.

"It's interesting, isn't it?" Fang Zhimo said while lowering the volume.

"Yes, this movie is very interesting. Although it is a silent movie, it has a better rhythm than many movies nowadays." Cheng Du leaned back on the sofa with a smile, showing a rare relaxed posture.

Fang Zhimo's eyes also moved to the screen: "Yes, in many cases, language is pale, but body language is more able to express human emotions."

Cheng Du smiled and agreed, staring at the sad and happy characters on the screen, but didn't notice that the man beside him was already getting close to him.

"Cheng Du, I know, if I don't take the initiative, you will never belong to me."

"What did you say?" Cheng Du was startled when he heard the words, and turned to Fang Zhimo.At the same time, his eyes blurred, and he was pushed down on the sofa before he even had time to see the most touching scene on the screen.

In this way, Cheng Du was forced to look into Fang Zhimo's eyes at close range. The light from those eyes was terrifying, like a wedge that was about to be wedged into his body.

Cheng Du trembled unconsciously. He had no idea about Fang Zhimo, and he didn't think he was crooked.Because apart from his impulse towards Yan Qiting, he doesn't have any other psychologically acceptable objects for intimacy.He couldn't accept it, pushed Fang Zhimo away and stood up and said, "I'm sorry, I remembered that the company still has something to do, so I'll go back first." After speaking, he put down the wine glass in his hand and started to walk out.

Cheng Du walked very fast, as if he was afraid that the people behind him would suddenly pounce on him.Unexpectedly, at this time, Fang Zhimo's voice came from behind: "Cheng Du, if you go back now, tomorrow... at most the day after tomorrow, if you want to see Yan Qiting, you have to bring a lawyer to the Commission for Discipline Inspection to assist in collecting evidence." .”

"...What?" Cheng Du paused, and went through all the things that might be related to the Disciplinary Committee in his mind, as if a lightning flashed in his mind.He turned to look at the person behind him, looked at him in disbelief and said, "Are you using me?"

Fang Zhimo smiled, the light in his eyes was hidden in the darkness, he looked more and more like a preying cheetah: "This is wrong. I'm not using you, I'm threatening you."

Cheng Du was annoyed by such meaningless words, pushed his glasses, and sneered, "Is there any difference between the two?"

Fang Zhimo didn't know what kind of mentality he had, but he replied seriously: "Of course. If I use you, it means that my ultimate goal is someone else; and if I threaten you, it means that my ultimate goal is you. "

Cheng Du didn't want to get entangled in this issue anymore.Fang Zhimo's method of fishing and law enforcement is too high, only Han Wei and Yan Qiting are in the center of the vortex, but he, the real behind-the-scenes mastermind, is able to stay out of the matter and protect himself wisely.

"Do you... have any evidence?" Cheng Du's hands were already trembling slightly behind him. If Fang Zhimo really pushed Yan Qiting into the fire pit for his own sake, then he must bear the inescapable responsibility.

"Of course there is evidence, if you remember the little Zhu who was at the table." Fang Zhimo leaned on the back of the sofa and smiled at Cheng Du: "He is mine."

Cheng Du's pupils suddenly tightened.

That little Zhu, who followed Han Wei every time during the banquet, came in and out, hooked his shoulders, and was also enthusiastic.He thought this person was Han Wei's confidant, so he didn't pay much attention.But he didn't expect...

Cheng Du raised his head, looked straight into Fang Zhimo's eyes, and felt his scalp tingling.

There is a saying that is good, people are floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be stabbed.Although Cheng Du is not in the arena, he never expected that in a Christmas that looked the same as usual, in the 34th year of his life, he would be beaten by his former elementary school classmate because he rejected his offer. courtship.

"How do you think about it?" Fang Zhimo knew that his threat had already had the intended effect, straightened up from the sofa, took out a recording pen and said to Cheng Du: "As long as you agree to... I can give this to you right now."

The voice of Yan Qiting and Han Wei's conversation can be clearly heard in the recorder, obviously it was recorded very close to the two of them.

Cheng Du remembered that he and Xiao Zhu were both "drunk" drunk at that time, lying on the table.But now it seems that among the two drunk people, he is probably the only one who is really drunk.

"I..." Cheng Du looked at the people who were gradually approaching him, and unconsciously began to back away.

"Huh?" Fang Zhimo paused, stood there and raised his eyebrows.

Cheng Du looked at the recording pen and heaved a long sigh in his heart.

"Fang Zhimo, why should I trust you? How do I know if you have a backup? If I promise you today, and you use the same method to threaten Yan Qiting tomorrow, what can I do with you?"

Fang Zhimo smiled, and his exposed canine teeth glowed coldly in the darkness: "The truth is right. But now, you have no choice but to trust me."

Cheng Du lowered his head slowly.

He knew that Fang Zhimo was right. In the current situation, Yan Qiting was completely passive, and all the control had fallen into Fang Zhimo's hands.

All he can do now is to try his best to protect him.

After a long time, Cheng Du finally raised his head and looked at Fang Zhimo's eyes flickering behind the glasses, hiding his subtle emotions well: "...I agree."

"You have no choice." Fang Zhimo smiled.

The silent movie behind him suddenly went out at this moment, and along with the happy song at the end, the subtitles of the actors rolled on the screen.

Cheng Du felt that someone in the darkness had accurately pounced on him, and without hesitation he tore off his tie, took off his glasses, and put his hot kiss on his face and between his lips.

Cheng Du lay motionless on the carpet, tensing his body to ask for whatever he wanted.

His mind was as cold as his body, and he even had a feeling that the man was going to strip him naked, put on a beautiful crown of thorns, and crucify him.

He didn't know that a person like Fang Zhimo who often seemed a bit indifferent would have this kind of wildness. He always thought that he was the same kind of person as him, the kind who was above everything and could treat any animal in estrus with kindness. A person who looks on from the perspective of God.

But now, he realized that he was wrong. This man was a cheetah in heat. His Brioni shirt was turned into rags under the cheetah's sharp claws, and he was trembling with anger and embarrassment. on the shoulders.

All of this is completely different from the plot in Cheng Du's dream, and completely different from the romantic gentleman's demeanor in the dream. A few sloppy kisses, not even foreplay, he felt a kind of intense emotion. pain.

"No..." Cheng Du gritted his teeth and snorted. The unbearable pain finally made him protest.

Fang Zhimo is also feeling the pain now, and he regrets that he didn't go to those GVs because of his self-righteousness.The so-called doing, isn't it just going in and doing something like piston movement?What is there to learn from this?

But the current situation is obviously not so easy to enter, and a fool can also think that it is not a place for such things.

Fang Zhimo slapped his head, took out a condom from under the table, and opened the package with his teeth randomly in the dark.He has been planning for so long, it is impossible to give up temporarily because of this little setback.

But Cheng Du was still in pain.

The main reason is that Fang Zhimo is not a person who knows how to flirt and stir up the atmosphere, so even though Fang Zhimo has shown his greatest enthusiasm, what happened that night still seems so rude and helpless.

The night has gradually deepened.

Cheng Du tightly closed his eyes, and the hot liquid slid down his cold cheeks to the ground.

He feels nothing but pain and frustration.

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