What bad thoughts can a canary have?

Holding the wine cup, Minister Meng bragged about the glorious years in the past. When the wine was hot, he saw Fu Shiyue striding forward, immediately put on a patterned smile, and put his arms around Lin Fei's shoulders like an elder, "Xiao Lin! This is me and you Said, to make friends."

"Boss Fu?" Lin Fei glanced at the hand on his shoulder and smiled indifferently.

Minister Meng didn't have real materials, and he got to the position of minister because he was good at drilling. He said meaningfully: "You can't work hard at the grassroots level all the time. You should make friends like Mr. Fu, so that you can make a career in the future."

Lin Fei didn't agree with Minister Meng's statement, and said in a distant manner, "Actually, I am quite familiar with Mr. Fu."

The kind of familiarity that understands each other's physiological organs.

Fu Shiyue went straight to the open terrace, Minister Meng took the hand on Lin Fei's shoulder and pushed forward, and said earnestly, "Boss Fu, we, Xiao Lin, offer you a toast."

Lin Fei raised his red wine glass in a dignified manner, took the initiative to touch the glass in Fu Shiyue's hand, and raised his eyebrows provocatively, "Mr. Fu, I wish Kerui's stock price to a higher level."

The delicate edge of the cup touched Lin Fei's lips, and Fu Shiyue snatched it away unexpectedly. He raised his head and rolled his Adam's apple, and drank it all in one gulp. His gaze slowly moved to Lin Fei's shoulder, staring at Minister Meng's intimate posture, and said without emotion: " You are young, don't drink."

"You're allowed to drink, but I'm not allowed to drink?" Lin Fei was blunt and angry.

Fu Shiyue held the red wine glass and put it on the table beside him, his eyes fixed on Lin Fei's shoulder for a moment. After a while, Minister Meng sensed a chill and piercing hostility. He quickly withdrew his arm, smacked his lips, and said with a straight face: "Xiao Lin, why are you talking to Mr. Fu?"

Fu Shiyue took off his suit jacket, only wearing a crisp white shirt, and handed it to Lin Fei, "It's cold outside, wait for me in the car, I'll be right over."

Lin Fei put on his T-shirt, put his hands into his suit pockets naturally, ignored Minister Meng who was stunned, and walked forward, "Hurry up."

Minister Meng looked at Lin Feijun's straight back, and then at Fu Shiyue, and suddenly recalled that the situation in front of him was not only familiar, but also like a couple in love?

Fu Shiyue met Minister Meng's eyes, and nodded with a half-smile: "Minister Meng, does Fibonacci sound familiar?"

Minister Meng suddenly recalled, and stared blankly at Fu Shiyue. Fibonacci is the ID of all of Lin Fei's social accounts. When Lin Fei introduces himself, he always mentions that Fibonacci is Fibonacci's , he woke up from the alcohol, "Are you chasing Lin Fei?"

Fu Shiyue lowered his head and smiled, "I haven't caught up with him yet, I'm still flattering him, please forgive me from Minister Meng in the future."

"No problem, no problem." Minister Meng replied again and again, feeling that Fu Shiyue's words were too exaggerated. With Fu Shiyue's appearance and wealth, is it necessary to please people after chasing people? Let’s talk, like Mr. Fu, there is no such shop after this village.”

Fu Shiyue didn't look up, but looked at him through the top of the lens, "I'm not kidding, I listen to him very much."

"Hahaha, Mr. Fu is really humorous." Minister Meng smiled awkwardly, sweating coldly.

Fu Shiyue continued unhurriedly: "I originally promised him to kill himself, but he wanted me to live, so now I am standing in front of you safe and sound."

Minister Meng vaguely sensed the paranoia and madness, and remembered the look in Fu Shiyue's eyes when he put Lin Fei's shoulders just now, and was afraid for a while, and deeply suspected that Fu Shiyue wanted to cut off his own hand just now.

The parking lot was dimly lit. Lin Fei got into the dark car, opened the car refrigerator familiarly, and reached out to take out a can of Coke from the whiskey and vodka. In the past, there was only mineral water in the refrigerator. In order to take care of his multiple places for drinks, this The habit has not changed and has been passed down to this day.

The sweet and icy liquid flowed down his throat and into his stomach. Lin Fei tilted his head, seriously thinking about whether he should be a scumbag who lifts up his pants and refuses to recognize anyone. Anyway, Fu Shiyue is handsome and not clingy, and he can't find it even if he looks for a duck So it's a sign, if he calculates that he will make a profit without losing money, he will have a pain in his butt tomorrow...

When he was in a dilemma, the back seat door was opened from the outside, a gust of cold wind poured in, and his warm and firm embrace hugged him from behind. Lin Fei turned his head, kissed his head and covered his face, and pecked carefully, the rich and mellow wine The air permeates into the breath.

Lin Fei looked at Fu Shiyue's slightly drunk eyes from a close distance, with ambiguous enthusiasm emerging from his heart, leaned back a few inches, and distanced himself solemnly, "Uncle Fu, someone is watching."

"Who's watching?" Fu Shiyue stuck his thin jaw, forcing him to raise his face, pecking his moist and soft lips, "I want to eat your sweet cake, who can stop me?"

The driver in the front row remained motionless and pressed down on the liftgate, as if he didn't hear the discordant kissing sound at all.

Lin Fei narrowed his eyes and looked at him lazily from the corner of his eye, "Go home first, I'll think about it."

"Kiss first."

Fu Shiyue didn't give him any chance to think, the drunken kiss was as fierce as a hungry tiger, the tip of his tongue nimbly picked him up, and like a flexible vine, tightly bound Lin Fei, the breaths of each other were deeply intertwined, Lin Fei was swayed by the kiss, pushed The strength of the hands on Fu Shiyue's shoulders gradually loosened, and then gently wrapped around his neck, as if he was calming a beast.

The quiet road around the mountain goes round and round, with layers of green trees, and the snow-white villa under the moonlight is like a layer of soft light. When Lin Fei left a few years ago, the room was violently smashed into a hornet's nest, and the room was full of precious things. All the collections were destroyed, and after too long, he no longer remembers the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys that happened here.

Fu Shiyue wrapped his arms around his waist and pushed him down on the sofa. With the other hand, he hurriedly pulled the button of his shirt and kissed him tightly. He never left from the beginning to the end. Looking at the conical chandelier above his head, his mouth was sore and numb, and his whole body was as soft as a puddle of mud.

Fu Shiyue reached out from the coffee table and took out a bunch of things that hadn't expired. The clear "Zi La" sound of the packaging bag brought him back to his senses. In 5 minutes, he was already so excited, could he still get out of bed tomorrow morning?

Thinking of all this spoiling the scenery, Lin Fei grabbed Fu Shiyue's tie with both hands, gasped and said, "Be gentle."

Fu Shiyue bit his ear hard uncontrollably, and asked him in a calm voice, "Have you tried it with anyone else besides me?"

Lin Fei raised his slender and fair neck, dazzled by the chandelier, even though Fu Shiyue gnawed and bit, but refused to answer this question. Losing control, he had to answer with a whimper, "No, no..."

After getting a well-known answer, Fu Shiyue gave up.

……

Lin Fei hadn't slept so deeply for a long time. He woke up in the morning and stared dazedly. He couldn't figure out whether he had fallen asleep or passed out. His body was cleaned up. He sat up from the empty bed with his arms propped up, looking at the Looking at the ceiling, wait quietly for a while.

The aroma of food passed through the crack of the door, sweet and tempting. He threw his long legs and stepped out of the bed, and walked to the spacious cloakroom barefoot. There were a series of red marks on his neck in the translucent mirror, some were bitten out, some were sucked out, red and purple, like The torture is generally horrible.

Lin Fei took a deep breath, well, he didn't have to go to work today, he opened the closet, and among the shirts, he picked out a dark gray turtleneck sweater to put on, and he took out a pair of black trousers, bent over and put them on his lap. Set, this action involved a certain place, sore and painful, he saw in the mirror that the thigh was black and blue, pinched out.

Lin Fei cursed inwardly for a few minutes that the donkey is not a human being. He put on his baggy trousers and walked into the hall. The kitchen was quiet. There was a steaming breakfast on the dining table and a pot of freshly brewed hand-ground coffee.

He casually stuffed a mouthful of steamed stuffed bun, held a coffee cup, and wandered aimlessly around the villa. He walked to the door of the study room, heard a vague conversation, pushed the door open, and saw the back of the head of a woman with simple hair, the woman was surprised. Looking back, looking at the intellectual and gentle face, Lin Fei remembered that this was Dr. Dai whom he had met once.

Fu Shiyue's psychiatrist.

Seeing his appearance, Dr. Dai had strange eyes, and looked away without hesitation.

Fu Shiyue sat on the medical chair and measured him up and down. Lin Fei's spoiled look was really cute, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, "Honey, have you eaten yet?"

Lin Fei opened the chair under the desk, sat down, folded his arms and ignored him, "You say what you want, don't worry about me."

Fu Shiyue's eyes stopped on him, and he raised his jaw towards Dr. Dai, indicating that the diagnosis and treatment would continue.

Without squinting, Dr. Dai took out a stack of photos from the medical record folder, randomly selected one, and showed it in front of Fu Shiyue. Lin Fei was far away, so he could probably see it clearly. Nausea, nausea, physical discomfort.

Fu Shiyue looked away, stared at the photo for a second, and replied without thinking, "Cruel."

Dr. Dai pulled out the photo, and there was another photo of a family of three enjoying lunch happily.

"Warm." Fu Shiyue replied.

Dr. Dai opened the photo again. In a war-torn Middle Eastern city, a young child sat alone in a room full of bullet holes, with big eyes at a loss.

Fu Shiyue hesitated, raised his eyebrows slightly, "sympathy."

The next picture is what normal people call "warmth". The two scenes alternate with each other. Lin Fei lazily nestles and listens carefully for a while, until the phone rings, interrupting this lengthy conversation. Swiping over, he took out his phone, and the words He Yanning flashed on the screen.

Lin Fei paused, stood up and walked out, "I'll answer the phone."

"Whose?" Fu Shiyue asked calmly.

Lin Fei thought about it, the relationship with He Yanning was aboveboard, there was no need to hide it from Fu Shiyue, "I am a senior."

Fu Shiyue chewed on the word "Senior", the eyes were dark and deep, and he smiled softly, "I want to invite him to a meal to apologize, but I have never had a chance. If he asks you out, shall we go together?"

Lin Fei nodded unhappily, how could he not know what Fu Shiyue's idea was, to guard against He Yanning is the same as to guard against wolf, is it necessary?

The moment the study door was closed, Fu Shiyue's smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared without a trace, his slender fingers crossed on the tip of his nose, and he asked calmly, "What's the point of looking at these photos? "

Dr. Dai was caught off guard, and said cautiously, "This is a way to identify mental health. Judging from the current situation, your mental health is very healthy."

"Can you tell if I'm lying?" Fu Shiyue changed from the gentle and refined Lin Fei when he was there, and stared aggressively at Dr. Dai.

Dr. Dai was very afraid of his uncertain appearance, and his hands trembled while holding the medical record folder, "I am your psychiatrist, you can't lie to me."

Fu Shiyue lowered his head in a funny way, and started the reverse treatment, "One of the most important manifestations of mental health is tolerance. Tolerance of other people's different ideas from your own. I can tolerate you and I have different ideas. If you can tolerate me, look at your hand. Does the photo feel nothing?"

Dr. Dai stared at him blankly, with perfect logic, unable to refute, and was almost persuaded by the dangerous patient in front of her again, she replied with difficulty, "You are a manifestation of abnormal psychology."

Fu Shiyue shook his head lightly, looked at the closed door, and said calmly, "Only when I'm with him can I be in a normal state."