Little slag run

Chen Feng drove all the way back to the company, sat in front of the computer and started working, trying to get rid of all the traces of chaos in his mind.

In front of him was the information on Shang Shiyao and Di Que that Tang Xiao had found for him. Chen Feng picked it up and put it down again, stuffing it at the bottom of the drawer.

He couldn't answer Di Que's question, because even he himself didn't know what he wanted to do now.

He has complicated feelings for Di Que, and he always wants to keep a distance, but finds that once he stays away, it becomes extremely hard.

Obsessed with Di Que's body, mixed with a man's desire to possess and dominate, but it seems to be more than that.

Knowing that she can't get close to a heartless straight man, she still keeps giving him attention.

"You don't really like me, why do you want to take care of my business again and again?"

Chen Feng's mind was full of Di Que's words, and he felt that his head was roaring and it was difficult to calm down.

If this kind of feeling is called liking, then what is his insistence on Meng Fan for so many years?

If this feeling is just a momentary fascination, then why can't he face it calmly like he always did when he was acting on the spot?

In an instant, Chen Feng felt that his world was in chaos.

Chen Feng walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the long dragon strung by lights in the night outside the window leading to the distance until it was submerged in the darkness.

His thoughts drifted away, until his desert-grey youth.

There has always been only one pattern of people standing by his side, that is, attachment.

If you like it, you will try your best to grab it and keep it for yourself until you lose interest, and then go to find the next target, and you will never tire of it.

Like a falcon, staring at the prey in front of you, there is no alternative method except for powerful plundering.

Including Meng Fan, who has always been in love, Chen Feng can't find any other way to express his feelings except for constantly taking the offensive and exerting material pressure.

If Di Que is also delicious, how does he hunt this tricky prey?

Without an absolutely overwhelming strength superior to Di Que, and unable to freely manipulate and control his destiny, he had already lost a step before taking the first step.

If he confessed his pure love to a straight man who grew up among women like a young boy, even if Di Que hadn't laughed at him to death, he would have to hang himself from a tree first.

Let it go, there are tens of thousands of handsome men in the world, and any one of them seems easier to deal with than Di Que.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the black pupils were already clear.

He turned off the lights and was about to leave the office.

But at this time, the phone rang suddenly in the quiet room. Chen Feng picked it up, and Tang Xiao's voice came from the other side of the microphone.

"Mr. Chen, the person has been delivered safely."

"Well, okay, you can go home and rest, it's hard work."

"Shang Shi Yao's family." Tang Xiao's voice seemed to contain a hint of a smile, and he announced another man's name.

Chen Feng's hand that was about to open the door stopped, he frowned slightly, and asked again as if to make sure if he heard it wrong: "Did you send Di Que to Shang Shiyao's house?"

"The address he reported is shown in the information I found, and it is Shang Shiyao's house."

"……okay, I get it."

Chen Feng closed his cell phone, remained silent for a long time in the dark, finally turned on the light, and sat back at his desk.

It stands to reason that he should be happy that Shang Shiyao is having an affair with other men, because his rival for Meng Fan is about to disappear.

It's a pity that his concern for Di Que now has the upper hand. Apart from feeling an inexplicable anxiety haunting him, he can't get excited at all.

Chen Feng finally realized soberly that no matter what the purpose was, he only wanted to keep Di Que for himself.

He opened the drawer, took out the investigation materials of Monk Di Que and Shi Yao, and read them carefully.

After clarifying the relationship between the two from the beginning to the end, Chen Feng patted the information on the table, shook his head, rubbed his eyebrows and cursed with a smile: "It's really inexplicable."

Di Que is Shang Shiyao's nephew?

Thinking about it this way, the description and behavior of the two people are surprisingly consistent in some aspects, for example, thick-skinned.

It's just why everything related to Di Que is so unexpected and dumbfounding?

While Chen Feng sighed, he was still slightly relieved.

After all, unpolished jade is easier to polish into the shape you want.

Di Que, who only likes women, is far more submissive than Di Que, who has already touched other men.

The next thing to do is to make a good plan on how to tame this naughty little monkey.

It's actually very simple, although it's a bit despicable, but there is only one way to keep Di Que by his side, and that is to try to make Di Que ask for him.

Chen Feng silently turned the phone in his hand, and after an unknown amount of time, he still called back Tang Xiao's call.

"Mr. Chen." Tang Xiao answered the phone almost immediately, as if he knew he would call again.

"Shawn, do me a favor..."

After Chen Feng finished explaining everything, he heard a chuckle from the person opposite: "Okay, I'll do it right away."

Chen Feng also laughed, feeling more relaxed than ever. As expected, the person who knew him best in the world was Tang Xiao.

"You can't blame me for being unscrupulous now. It's you who provoked me again and again."

Chen Feng muttered something to himself, lit the cigarette in his mouth, and let the pungent smell invade his heart and lungs.

Di Que had a happy life these few days. He weighed himself and gained two kilograms. Shang Shiyao grabbed him by the collar and threw him into the kitchen, ordering him to wash the dishes.

Even so, Di Que would rather stay at Shang Shiyao's house as a coolie, than go back to his own home and be narcissistic in front of the mirror alone.

Ordinarily, now Shang Shiyao has also joined the ranks of diamond kings and old five, and his model agency company has assets of over [-] million yuan, but how can he bear the word "lazy"? He likes to live in a small house with one bedroom and one living room. The name is easy to clean up.

Di Que also likes this kind of messy and messy conditions where he can't see up and down.

Compared with a big house, it has several floors up and down, and the sense of emptiness where no one can be seen at a glance is much better.

Two big single men can be as particular as they want, and they can live as they want. What they want is freedom.

So Di Que is so tired of staying at Shang Shiyao's house, working hard every day to help Shang Shiyao make domestic garbage, no, it's the joy of life.

The audition project under him is progressing smoothly, so he doesn't need to worry about it. Chen Feng hasn't seen each other in the past few days, and Ivan has suddenly disappeared since the last time he left in a hurry.

Di Que seemed to have returned to the previous period of bright spring and carefree prodigal life. Except for the absence of a woman to accompany him, he basically lived a relaxed and happy life, like a fairy.

It was the afternoon of the rest day, and Di Que lazily took a nap on the sofa, threw the empty beer can on the ground, hiccupped, and closed his eyes again.

While drowsy, Shang Shiyao rushed back from the outside like a gust of wind.

Shang Shiyao saw that Di Que threw beer cans all over the floor again, without saying a word, he picked up one and threw it on Di Que, and when he hit the seventh, Di Que was woken up.

"Oh, why did you hit me?" Di Que was disturbed for a long time and was very dissatisfied.

Shang Shiyao said impatiently and angrily: "You littered the trash again, hurry up and clean it up for me!"

Di Que was dumbfounded: "Why are you angry? Usually you are more messy than me? Tomorrow the hourly worker should come to clean, and wait another day."

"Don't talk nonsense, clean up quickly! Meng Fan will be here soon!" Shang Shiyao blushed with excitement.

"what?"

Di Que had just woken up, his mind was not turned, and he followed Shang Shiyao to tidy up for a long time, before suddenly saying: "You and Meng Fan are reconciled? When did it happen?"

"last night……"

Shang Shiyao was excited to communicate with him, when he glanced at his watch suddenly, yelled, and scared Di Que into a fright again.

"Ah! It's broken, it's broken, Meng Fan will be here soon." Saying that, he rolled up the unwashed dirty clothes and stuffed them into the closet.

Di Que looked at Shang Shiyao's flustered appearance of ants on a hot pot, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he secretly mocked Shang Shiyao's worthlessness in his heart.

But it's also difficult for Shang Shiyao to "defend himself like a jade" for Meng Fan in the past few years, and all the energy that is difficult to vent is used to keep fit and beat him up.

At this time, hearing that the two had reconciled, Di Que was really happy for Shang Shiyao from the bottom of his heart.

In the future, Meng Fan will relieve Shang Shiyao's anger, and he will no longer have to be abused by this stinky hooligan for no reason.

Shang Shiyao said that it was too late, but it was too soon, and he quickly took out a few red bills from his wallet and stuffed them into the hands of Di Que who was watching him foolishly, pushed him out of the door, and waved at him. waved.

"Don't come back tonight, go wherever you fall in love."

"What!" The door slammed on his face.

Holding those banknotes in his hand, Di Que was furious.

"Hey, Shang Shiyao, just drive me away like this! You are a beast with the opposite sex... no, there is a beast with the same sex and no humanity. Anyway, we are also related by blood! You are now even your dearest for your lower body. I don't want my nephew either! Just..." Di Que counted the bills in his hand and continued to scold: "It's only 600 yuan and you want to send me away, it's not enough to find a lady!"

Just as he was scolding, the door suddenly opened in front of his eyes again. Shang Shiyao smirked at him twice, and took the ticket from Di Que's hand.

"I forgot that you are rich. Be good, don't hinder your little uncle and my lifelong happiness, and stay somewhere cool. If I can't handle Meng Fan today, you should be able to predict how miserable your fate will be in the future... ..."

Shangshi Yaoyin threatened Di Que with a smile, Di Que immediately shuddered, turned left quickly, and disappeared at a trot.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Di Que left the gate of the community, he bumped into Meng Fan head-on.