My NO.1 Mr.

Xiang Fei stayed in this hospital for too long.

At first he was still counting the days, but as time passed, he gradually began to lose count of how many days it would be before he was brought back and thrown into this exclusive hospital of the Xiang family.

The time on the wristband shows October 2018, 10, and Xiang Fei counts with his fingers. This is already the 25rd day since he left Yan Qiting.

Whenever he thought of the situation on the day of separation, his teeth still itch with resentment.

Xiang Zhengyun was too merciless towards Yan Qiting, and even left him overseas alone when he couldn't see, it was still such a cold day!

Xiang Fei didn't know what kind of past the Xiang family and the Yan family had, so that he was so jealous of Yan Weifeng's son, but he didn't show any mercy.

What happened to Yan Qiting after that?Have you healed his eyes well?The success rate of the operation is only 50%. If it fails, who will take care of him?What should Qichu do? Did Xiang Zhengyun deal with him...

Xiang Fei was so anxious that he didn't think about food or tea, but because of the strict supervision, there was nothing he could do.

He was guarded in the ward in Building A, unable to step out of the gate, he was confiscated of all electronic products except the smart bracelet, and could not see anyone except the psychiatrist every day, he wanted to know about Yan Qiting The work can only rely on various newspapers and periodicals delivered to the hospital gate every day.

But even these newspapers have been specially screened, not to mention Yan Qiting, even Qichu's information, he can't get a glimpse of it.

He couldn't believe that this was Xiang Zhengyun's way of treating his "biological son", or that as long as he didn't admit that he was the real "Xiang Fei" and didn't return to what they thought was the "normal track", he had to Endless house arrest in this place?

He can spend it until the day Xiang Zhengyun grows old, but he can't afford it.He was afraid of changes in the outside world, afraid that something would happen to Yan Qiting, and even more afraid of giving Yan Qiting a new "Xie Yuzhi" for another eight years.

He had to go out, he had to see Yan Qiting immediately.

Because he didn't think about eating and drinking, Xiang Fei lost weight rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. He refused treatment, destroyed medical equipment, and often used various unimaginable methods to break through the strict supervision of Building A and rush to the green space outside.

But Xiang Zhengyun will let him succeed?

Outside the giant green space is a towering power grid. Every time he tries to climb over the power grid in various ways, there will always be just the right amount of current to stun him. When he wakes up, he has returned to his small room and is forced to continue. Do those repetitive, unhelpful Scrabble and Sudoku puzzles.

So after resisting the treatment for half a year, Xiang Fei finally changed his mind and began to actively cooperate.

In the past two or three months, Xiang Fei has performed well. From passive resistance to active cooperation with Dr. Bellam's treatment, he is even willing to speak to the expert team. This is a gratifying change. The expert team is delighted and lowered his He ordered the dosage of the sedative, and couldn't wait to report this great progress to Chairman Xiang.

Chairman Xiang was quite pleased, and expanded Xiang Fei's activities from the ward in Building A to Building B and the green space surrounding the two buildings, but he still did not allow anyone except the expert team to talk to him.

So in the afternoon of this day, Xiang Fei sat on a beach chair basking in the sun with his legs crossed and his eyes squinted, holding a piece of green grass in his mouth.

His eyes wandered around, and finally fell on a tall Hispanic man.

The Hispanic man is the gardener here, he has short dark chestnut curly hair and beautiful sparkling eyes, but strangely, he wears a cowboy hat all year round, wears a short-sleeved T-shirt and light blue wash jeans.

In summer, Xiang Fei can often see this man with bronzed and healthy skin in the ward, working in the garden with his head down.

The scope of his management is very large, not only the green space in front of the door, so when he stood up and was about to inspect his golden osmanthus in the distance, Xiang Fei said decisively: "Hey."

People here would usually automatically ignore his greeting, and either hurriedly saluted and retreated, or simply ran away as if they were afraid of being deprived of their soul by the devil.

Xiang Fei knew that it was all because of Xiang Zhengyun's order, so when he called to stop the young man, he wasn't sure if he would take care of him.

But he had to try, because he saw something different from others in this person.

The Hispanic man turned his head and showed a pretty smile: "Are you calling me?"

Xiang Fei smiled, his deep eyes were as sharp as a flying eagle.He seemed to suddenly realize the aggressiveness in his eyes, and changed to a leisurely look, asking, "What's your name?"

"Fernand Denier Wilson, you may call me Phil."

"Fair, you are beautiful." Xiang Fei raised the corners of his lips, making no secret of his affection for the Hispanic man.

This person has a very well-proportioned figure, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, and a standard inverted triangle shape.The most important thing is that his appearance is three points similar to Yan Qiting's. In the case of completely different races and bloodlines, it is already very incredible to be able to achieve this three point similarity.

"Is this a compliment?" Fei Er often heard people praise him for being handsome, saying he was beautiful, and Xiang Fei was the first.

"Of course." Xiang Fei blinked at him, shook his clenched fist, and said mysteriously, "Come here, I have something for you."

It's not that Phil doesn't know the identity of the person in front of him, and he also knows the owner's prohibition—but, this person is really the type he likes. When this person is basking in the sun on the grass every day, he can't help but look through the cowboy hat. To cover up to observe his every move.

Yes, he is gay, and he is pure 1, but he just likes this kind of object who looks extremely difficult, and whenever he conquers such a man, it will produce an interesting sense of satisfaction.

Of course, there are times when he gets frustrated, but this does not affect his search for the next object.

The man in front of him exuded a fatal attraction, Feier thought twice, and walked towards Xiang Fei with his long legs.

There was no one else around, Xiang Fei showed a triumphant smile the moment Fei Er stretched out his hand, and then pulled him into his arms straightforwardly.At the same time, a piece of cardboard was handed to Feier.

"I like Hispanics," Xiang Fei smiled slightly, looking closely at the Hispanic man in his arms with those bottomless black eyes, observing the changes in his expression, "If you are willing to follow me, Then look at the note. Of course, I never do things that force people, if you don't like my type, then throw the note in the fountain."

The maroon color in Fer's eyes jumped.

It's impossible not to like it... From appearance to figure, from action to temperament, this person is so fucking his style, okay?

He secretly glanced at the piece of paper cut out from the packing box in his hand, on which was written in Portuguese: 12 midnight, see you in the tool room.

The tool room is the exclusive utility room for the gardener. It is just downstairs in Building A. It is the most secluded place that both Fei Er and Xiang Fei have the authority to go to. It is suitable for dating and talking about life.

Phil shook hands with what was in his heart, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I will think about it."

Xiang Fei patted Fer on the shoulder, and the Hispanic man stood up understandingly, looked back at the smiling Xiang Fei, stuffed the note in his trouser pocket, and left.

Xiang Fei's deep eyes condensed on the leaving back, whether he can succeed or not depends on this time.