Little slag run

Di Que held his breath, but Chen Feng looked more and more cheerful.

Ever since Di Que had an accident in his car last time, Chen Feng was always extra careful when driving him, and he still drove for nearly 10 minutes for a short distance.

Di Que was speechless along the way, and almost fell asleep. When Chen Feng stopped the car and patted him, he suddenly looked out.

The car was parked in front of a high-end club, Di Que saw the decoration style and knew that it must be Chen Feng's property again.

"It's yours again?" The corners of Di Que's mouth twitched, feeling like he was playing Monopoly and being taken over by someone.

Chen Feng chuckled and said, "Yes, it's a newly opened themed restaurant with styles from various countries. Let's try it."

Di Que sighed and got out of the car noncommittally.

Immediately, a parking boy came over to drive away the car for them, and Chen Feng turned slightly to protect Di Que as he advanced.

There were quite a few high-end vehicles passing by behind, and there were people coming and going at the door. Di Que glanced at him and warned him in a low voice: "Don't treat me like a woman."

In the previous ambiguous stage, he was not conscious, and never knew how to cover up in front of the people around him. Now that this immoral relationship is confirmed, Di Que is suddenly afraid of being discovered by others.

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled, nodded and said, "Okay, I will pay attention in the future."

Di Que was surprised by Chen Feng's obedience, and walked into the club hesitantly. The hall was dark in tone, pretending to be in the style of a tropical rainforest, full of palm plants, singing birds and insects.

The welcome ladies are all beautiful and tall, just the type that Di Que likes, if he is not upset now, he will definitely pay more attention to them.

Seeing that it was the boss coming, the lobby manager hurried over to accompany him.

Chen Feng bowed his head and whispered a few words in his ear, the manager immediately took them inside with understanding, took them to the elevator and went upstairs.

As soon as the elevator door is opened, the Japanese corridors and lanterns are facing you, and the decorations are really tasteful.

At each door, there are dedicated waiters in kimonos to welcome them. The manager took them to a room at the end and bowed out.

Di Que was not in the mood to appreciate the style along the way, and the more he followed Chen Feng, the more nervous he felt, until he entered the Japanese room, his heart was already beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.

He himself doesn't know why he is so nervous, isn't it just a meal, as for it?

The waiter followed them and took out two sets of men's bathrobes, one blue and one purple, from the locker, put them on the tatami, knelt and retreated, and closed the door.

Di Que was standing and looking around at the furnishings in the room. When he saw the two stacks of fabrics, he couldn't help pointing and asking, "What is this for?"

"The main thing here is the all-round experience. Of course this is for us to change." Chen Feng picked up the clothes with a smile, and handed the purple one to Di Que.

Di Que stared blankly at the bright color in Chen Feng's hand, and suddenly had an animal instinct that tonight would not be as simple as eating.

The Japanese room with about eight tatami mats comes with a separate dressing room. Di Que walked in slowly, closed the door behind him, took off his clothes, and hung his suit jacket on the hanger.

The dressing room was relatively narrow and could only accommodate one person. When Di Que hid in it and changed clothes, he couldn't help but sneak a few glances outside.

Chen Feng just sat there, looking at it casually, and didn't look at this side with any malicious eyes.

Di Que breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking about it, he probably thought too much, so he fastened his belt and opened the door.

When Chen Feng saw him coming out, he just smiled and brushed past him with his clothes.

Di Que saw him walking past him almost without looking sideways, but suddenly felt a little uncomfortable while relaxing.

What's the matter?Doesn’t Lao Tzu look good in a bathrobe?I won't even praise me...

Just looking at it in the mirror in the locker room, he is obviously very handsome.

In fact, when Chen Feng glanced at it, he was quite shocked, but he was used to pretending, and he never bothered to show those nympho expressions.

He recalled the moment when Di Que opened the door in his bathrobe just now, and he repeatedly felt a sense of astonishment.

Di Que is really suitable for a man with bright eyebrows and enchanting eyes in a bathrobe, and he really came to the right place today.

Chen Feng opened the door quite intoxicated, and saw such a scene in amazement.

Di Que was wearing a dark purple bathrobe, dotted with light pink cherry blossom patterns, which only set off his white skin, handsome and handsome, the black hair behind the ears was slightly longer, hanging around his neck, and the neckline of the bathrobe slid down slightly to reveal half of his shoulders .

He sat casually sideways on the ground, holding a wine glass in his hand, smiling slightly, and the affection in his eyes could almost make one's bones crisp.

It's a pity that his peach blossom expression is facing the waiter who is pouring wine for him.

The waiter dressed in a kimono invited a Japanese woman, she lowered her head gently and demurely, smiling shyly with her brows drawn together, holding the bottle end with a pair of slender and tender hands, pouring the wine slowly.

The artistic conception clearly resembles the gentle and affectionate Guangyuan in the Heian period.

Chen Feng couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, Di Que, Di Que, if he couldn't see it at a glance, he would plunge into the crowd of women again.

It seems that if he doesn't get rid of the tendon that he can't leave women as soon as possible, he will suffer in the past three months.

Chen Feng came over calmly, sat down opposite Di Que, looked at him and smiled.

Seeing Chen Feng coming out, the waiter bowed slightly, stepped back, and closed the door.

"Why, do you like that woman just now?" Chen Feng raised his eyebrows.

Di Que glanced at him, and said desperately, "Can't you?"

"At least not within these three months. Since you are my man, you must be obedient. Next time I see you flirting with other women, you will have a hard time." Chen Feng's tone of voice was not at all serious. Like a joke, the warning is full of meaning.

Di Que was startled, the hand holding the wine glass trembled, almost spilling the wine.

He didn't expect Chen Feng's answer to be so direct this time, and he didn't want to play Tai Chi with him at all.

And it was the first time that Chen Feng spoke to him in this tone, he was really scared. Although he was holding back his breath and dissatisfied, he was really honest on the surface, and he didn't dare to contradict Chen Feng at this moment.

Di Que was sweating coldly behind his back, quickly changed the subject, and said to the table full of wine and dishes: "When did you order it? It's quite fast."

Chen Feng's face recovered, and he returned to his usual gentle smile, and replied: "The menus here are all unified, and there are only a few optional set meals."

"Huh? Isn't that very monotonous?"

Chen Feng chuckled, and looked into Di Que's collar: "Anyway, the guests didn't come here to eat."

Di Que's chopsticks paused for a moment, and he could only laugh in a flattering way.

As for Chen Feng's sentence "I didn't come here to eat", it immediately wiped out Di Que's little appetite.

Although my stomach was empty, the fresh sashimi tasted like wax in my mouth, and I couldn't swallow it at all.

He took a sip of the wine, sent the residue in his mouth into his stomach, and went on to grab the second piece.

The second piece was still hard to swallow, Di Que raised his neck again and drank a glass of wine.

Chen Feng was sitting opposite him wearing a dark blue bathrobe with crane-shaped dark patterns, eating in a gentle and refined manner, and occasionally sipping sake.

Even so, Di Que felt that the current Chen Feng's aura had changed, and the sense of oppression was so strong that he couldn't raise his head to meet his gaze.

Di Que didn't look at him, but he always felt that Chen Feng's eyes lingered on him, which faintly aroused a sense of shame.

Different from the feeling of being helpless and aggrieved last night, now he is completely ashamed and at a loss for his inexplicable fear.

He didn't know if it was Chen Feng's psychological warfare that was so good that he was in an extremely weak situation now, and he didn't even have any psychological struggle left.

When he was holding his breath and made up his mind to fight him to the end, Chen Feng let him go, letting his hatred vent completely in an instant.Then Chen Feng calmly took care of everything for him, being the backer behind him, allowing him to lean on it with peace of mind, without any worries.

But just when he breathed a sigh of relief and even wanted to say goodbye to Chen Feng, he suddenly stabbed him in the heart again, which made him stunned once again.

It's just that this time he couldn't muster up the strength to confront him anymore, he just waited anxiously for Chen Feng to deal with him, as if he was the god who ruled his destiny.

Obviously, he was playing him like a monkey!Take a whip, then give a sweet date, and repeat.

Although Di Que knew the bad water in Chen Feng's stomach like a mirror in his heart, he still didn't dare to disobey him at this time.

Only then did he clearly realize how terrifying it would be for Chen Feng to be really strict.

He was swaying with anxiety, grievance and fear mixed together, almost just under Chen Feng's sight, he wanted to cry directly, begging him to let him go quickly.

"Why doesn't it suit your appetite? You eat so little..." Chen Feng's voice was still low and sweet, with a hint of tenderness, but Di Que still trembled unconsciously when he heard it.

"...Maybe I'm tired from today's press conference." Di Que glanced at Chen Feng, smiled, and drank the wine in his glass again.

His grandma's sake, no matter how much you drink it, you won't get intoxicated!

Di Que was so angry that he almost wanted to smash his wine glass, and then went out and asked Yijin Lao Baigan to come in and drink it down, so that he could get drunk to death in front of Chen Feng.

Chen Feng seemed to know what Di Que was thinking, stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, gently took the wine glass from Di Que's hand, and put it aside.

"Don't patronize drinking, talk to me."

Di Que didn't have any leisure to chat with Chen Feng at this time, his eyes fixed on the table following the wine glass, and after a while he squeezed out a sentence: "I want to go home."

Chen Feng was teased by Di Que and laughed, panting for a long time before saying: "It's still early, what's the rush? Besides, you'd better find an excuse to move in with me during this time."

Di Que glanced at Chen Feng, but didn't answer, but he didn't want to stay with such a terrifying Chen Feng at all.

Chen Feng was taken aback, and only then did he faintly realize that Di Que's attitude was wrong.

Could it be that Di Que was frightened by his outburst just now?

Di Que has never encountered any setbacks since he was a child. He has lived for so many years, and the fights and troubles are always carried out by his buddies. The master who hides behind and watches the fun, has never really been abused by anyone. Threats and intimidation, let alone facing Chen Feng who has been in the business world for many years and is used to all kinds of terrible scenes.

Chen Feng smiled slightly, but he didn't intend to coax Di Que right now.

Originally, he was a master who went to Jiewa, if he blindly treats him too well and spoils him to the sky, he will only make more and more troubles in the future, and if he wants to subdue him, it will be even more difficult to stay by his side.

Now, maybe it is a good opportunity to teach Di Que a lesson.