My NO.1 Mr.

Yan Qiting lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

His sleep was very light, and he fell asleep very slowly, but it was a breakthrough after baking pancakes for nearly three hours like today.

It was hot in the bed, and there was a feeling of ready to move in the body, Yan Qiting reckoned that he might have overdone it with the medicinal bath and red wine invigorating the blood at night.

Turning over again, Yan Qiting picked up the mobile phone next to the pillow and looked - it was 2:[-].

He sat up painfully, thinking about who to ask to come and accompany him at this point.

Kobayashi?Forget it, just sent away.

Vivian? Angle?Han Yue?Yan Qiting pondered for a long time before denying these options one by one.

Forget it, these are prey, and they are all a group of prey that have passed their freshness period, Xiao Yan has no interest anymore.

Yan Qiting looked at his second son who was very thoughtful and independent, and explored the taste of this guy.Okay, isn't it just fresh, the sea has gone - when you come here in the afternoon, how about the group of girls sitting by the pool?The figure and appearance are in line with your brother and my requirements.

Xiao Yan loves to ignore him.

I don't like beautiful women in swimsuits... Yan Qiting clicked his tongue, and recalled the tall, short, fat, thin, men and women he met recently. In the end, he couldn't help it. Even Jian Li and Li Guoxing went on stage and swayed around to recharge, and almost made Yan Qiting feel sick. However, Xiao Yan still played softly with him.

Yan Qiting was helpless, so...Xiang Fei?

Thinking of Xiang Fei's face and the smooth lines full of explosive power, Xiao Yan immediately jumped up and down with Yan Qiting, and nodded to his boss very seriously, expressing that he was very excited.

Yan Qiting was helpless, he thought to himself, you little bastard, didn't you start a hunger strike with me?Isn't it because you need to solve it?Why don't you talk about principles now, and don't play with me, so what?

Yan Qiting threw himself on the pillow, changed his position and covered his head—I'm sorry, but this person is not good, brother won't call him, you should give up your mind today.

However, Xiao Yan didn't reason with him, he just jumped chug with a tough attitude, the over-lived blood was rushing in his body, luring Yan Qiting to stretch his hand to his lower abdomen.

At this moment, the black screen of the mobile phone suddenly lit up, and there was a loud ding dong, scaring Yan Qiting enough in the darkness.

It's just a message, three words are displayed on the screen - are you asleep?

Yan Qiting didn't need to look carefully to know that this news came from a master who was as annoying as him.He thought for a while, picked up his phone and replied: ZZZ.

As soon as the message was sent, "Almost Lover" rang. His finger hesitated between the left and right for a while, and then moved to the green button on the right.

"Boss Yan, you're still up so late." Xiang Fei's voice rang out, lazily, with a little nasal sound, which poked his eardrums a little.

Hearing this voice, Yan Qiting's heart beat faster for no reason, he let out a sigh of relief, took the phone away, and answered it with another ear: "Mr. Xiang didn't sleep either."

Over there smiled and said, "I can't sleep, it's too hot."

Yan Qiting smiled, and said intentionally: "When you go home today, Director Xiang didn't cool you down?"

Xiang Fei seemed to chuckle, and suddenly breathed a little harder: "Why mention him, what I want is you."

The voice sounded a little...indescribable, Yan Qiting paused, and asked: "What are you doing?"

"...Why not," Xiang Fei said in a low voice, his breath a little unsteady, "Mr. Yan, you are quite good at playing."

Yan Qiting thought he was talking about the bathroom, so he just smiled lowly: "It's okay, Mr. Xiang wants to play something, I'll accompany you anytime."

The other side of the phone suddenly stopped talking, and Yan Qiting heard a familiar gasp, the voice was very low, but it was still captured by his eardrums.As a normal man, how could it be possible that Yan Qiting didn't know what he was doing, he himself was a little flustered, his tight stomach hurt from holding back, and his reason was about to abandon him.

"President Yan..." Xiang Fei seemed to say something, but Yan Qiting quickly hung up.

It's over, I was completely provoked by this kid.

Yan Qiting looked at the hung up phone and fell into a dilemma.

To continue, or not to continue?

Go on, Yan Qiting felt that touching himself in front of the phone looked very wretched and tasteless, if he didn't go on, he felt uncomfortable.

Xiang Fei's phone call came again, Yan Qiting dragged him into the blacklist with the last remaining will, and stretched his right hand into the sinful sheet uncontrollably.

Qichu, special assistance office.

The special assistant is equivalent to half of the CEO, when Yan Qiting is not around, everything falls on Cheng Du.In addition, it is now the end of the month, and there are a lot of personnel and financial matters waiting for his approval, so he is a little busy today.

After finishing everything, Cheng Du found that it was already 9:[-].

The company was already pitch-black, Cheng Du swiped his card, opened the door of Yan Qiting's office, and put the documents that needed his own approval on his desk.

The office is full of the smell of Yan Qiting, there is a faint smell of woody perfume, tobacco, and a unique smell, which is an indescribable good smell that only this person has.

Cheng Du didn't know if others could tell the difference, anyway, he knew it the first time he saw Yan Qiting, it was like a mysterious fragrance hidden in the primeval forest, treacherous, dangerous, full of exploration and inexplicable attraction The power makes people want to get closer unconsciously.

Cheng Du picked up the pen that Yan Qiting had used on the table, imitated him, and twirled it with his fingertips a few times, sighing almost inaudibly.

Go back, Cheng Du, this is not someone you should get your hands on.

When he got out of the elevator, Cheng Du was surprised to find that Fang Zhimo was sitting on the sofa in the lobby, with his hands on his chest, his long legs crossed casually, and he was seriously watching the Qichu hard broadcast on the TV wall in the lobby. .

"Why are you here?" Cheng Du walked over, stood in front of Fang Zhimo, and pushed his glasses habitually.

"Didn't you say go to my house for dinner?" Fang Zhimo also stood up, his tone still unquestionable.

Once Fang Zhimo stood up, Cheng Du had to raise his head slightly.He is not short, but he looks a little short in front of Fang Zhimo.This was nothing at all, but since they had a further relationship, Cheng Du has been a little concerned about his weak state in this relationship.

"Since you're here, why don't you make a call? I'll come out early." Although Cheng Du didn't really want to go, since he had already agreed, he wouldn't change it at will.

"Why are you calling? It's nothing urgent." Fang Zhimo didn't show any expression on his face, but he just picked up the handbag with the notebook in Cheng Du's hand, and raised his chin towards the door: "Let's go, this is the supermarket." You should be off work, go back and have something to eat."

"Okay." Cheng Du pushed his glasses and followed.

Fang Zhimo's kitchen has always been kept clean and tidy, with fruits, vegetables and meat neatly arranged in categories.Cheng Du took a look and thought that if he could make zucchini soup, stir-fried pork with tomato sauce and noodles with fried sauce, this dinner would be enough.

In the end, Young Master Fang disagreed, saying that the nutritional balance must be maintained, and forced to add a boiled shrimp and boiled cabbage.

In the same way, it took almost an hour to wash and cut the cuts. Cheng Du was already starving, and no matter what Young Master Fang thought, he threw a shrimp in his mouth in front of him. Pad the stomach.

When the food was finally brought to the table, it was already close to 11 o'clock. Cheng Du immersed himself in eating, while Young Master Fang kept peeling the prawns beside him. Holding Cheng Du's chopsticks.

When Cheng Du's chopsticks passed in front of the dipping sauce three times and refused to enter, Young Master Fang finally couldn't bear it anymore, picked up a shrimp and threw it into Cheng Du's bowl: "I peeled it for you."

Cheng Du glanced at him and couldn't help but smile: "Thank you."

Fang Zhimo held the vegetables as if nothing had happened, and said calmly, "Cheng Du, you should smile more."

"Huh?" Cheng Du was puzzled.

Fang Zhimo clicked his tongue, and put some shredded pork in Cheng Du's bowl: "Eat more."

"... Oh." Cheng Du didn't understand what he wanted to express, did he think he was too serious?Or is it simply a reminder for health preservation?

The meal was extremely silent. After Fang Zhimo finished eating the fried noodles in his bowl, he saw that Cheng Du had almost finished eating, so he packed up the bowls and chopsticks and put them in the kitchen, and said to Cheng Du who followed: "How about , move here."

Cheng Du was stunned for a while, then said, "Didn't you talk about it this afternoon, let me think about it again."

Fang Zhimo's expression flickered: "Then stay here today."

Cheng Du has lived in Fang Zhimo's house for two consecutive days, and he feels that if he continues to live today, it will be the same as moving here.He thought for a while and declined, "No, it's inconvenient to change clothes here. I want to go back today."

Fang Zhimo put the bowl into the dishwasher, looked down at the bright white light on the panel, and pressed the button: "That's why I asked you to move it here."

Cheng Du didn't want to move, but he knew he had no choice.

He stood at the door of the kitchen and watched quietly for a while, then turned around and went back to the dining room, picked up his coat, and prepared to go back and tidy up briefly, and move in tomorrow.

Cheng Du picked up his coat and was startled as soon as he turned around. Fang Zhimo was standing behind him, staring at him steadily.

"What's there to think about, Cheng Du, what are you hesitating about? If you say you don't like men, why..." Fang Zhimo clenched his fists and looked at Cheng Du with a complicated expression, with dark waves in his eyes surge.

Cheng Du was startled, and asked tentatively, "What?"

"Why do you like Yan Qiting?" Fang Zhimo's eyes locked onto Cheng Du firmly, as if accusing him of lies: "You like him, don't you?"

Cheng Du's heart skipped a beat, he tightened his grip on the coat, and asked back, "Who said that?"

Fang Zhimo sighed, took two steps forward, and whispered in Cheng Du's ear, "I've seen it all."

Cheng Du's scalp exploded, and then a rush of hot blood rushed to his face.He knew that Fang Zhimo had seen what he did in Yan Qiting's office. Although he didn't do anything excessive, this naked exposure was enough to make him ashamed.He took a step back unconsciously, and accidentally bumped into the chair behind him: "You..."

Cheng Du's face was flushed, his eyes were wide open, and he seemed hesitant to speak, and Fang Zhimo was a little annoyed by his frightened appearance.He couldn't tolerate this man showing such a look for other men, which should have been his prerogative.

He took the coat from Cheng Du's hand and threw it on the ground, locked the opponent's hand with both hands, and pressed his lips against it.

Fang Zhimo's kiss was overbearing and aggressive, bending Cheng Du's body on the dining table.Cheng Du was already used to this semi-forced kissing method, and after a short struggle, he finally chose to close his eyes.

Fang Zhimo could feel the heat in his arms, which was very close and clear, but he felt that the man in front of him was far away, even if he had already had the closest contact, he was still out of reach.He didn't know what to do, he could only exercise his power as much as he could while he still had this person.

When he was about to fall asleep, Fang Zhimo said casually, "Cheng Du, forget about him."

Cheng Du was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and then closed them tightly again.

Fang Zhimo could feel the muscles of the person in his arms tense for a moment, and sighed softly in his heart.