Little slag run

Chen Feng saw Di Que's shining eyes staring directly at him, then smiled, and handed over the white and clean apple he had peeled.

Di Que was also not polite to Chen Feng, took the apple without hesitation, took a big bite, felt the taste was good, snorted, and continued to eat with his head down.

Chen Feng just watched him eat, hehe smiled, and watched Di Que gobbled up the apple with a few mouthfuls, so he stretched out a tissue and raised his hand to help him wipe his mouth.

Di Que was startled, but he didn't dodge it, and let him wipe it off.

I don't know if it's because Chen Feng has withdrawn from the usual rigid commercial packaging. At this moment, he is wearing a hospital gown, and he seems to be lacking in aggression. He even looks at him with a smile on his face, giving Di Que an illusion of softness and intimacy.

At first, Chen Feng tapped Di Que's lips politely, but slowly, his fingers eased and stopped between Di Que's lips.

Di Que didn't move, letting his hot breath scald Chen Feng's fingertips through the thin tissue paper.

The surrounding sounds became quiet, and one could even hear the crisp rustling of the leaves blown by the breeze outside the window.

Chen Feng moved his finger away, painted Di Que's graceful lip shape with fascinated eyes, and slowly leaned over to press his lips together.

Di Que's eyelashes fluttered, staring at Chen Feng as he slowly approached him.

At the moment when his lips were almost touching, Di Que leaned back sharply and stood up, causing the harsh grinding sound of the stool, which immediately broke the ambiguous and quiet atmosphere just now.

"What are you doing?" Di Que's eyes widened, and his angry look looked cute in Chen Feng's eyes.

Chen Feng looked at him with a smile, and said after a while, "I haven't seen you for a day, why don't you miss me?"

Di Que almost spit out, choked the saliva into his throat, turned his head and coughed for a long time, his face flushed red.

"Did Shang Shiyao beat you up? Why do I miss you? Do I miss you dead?"

Instead of being angry, Chen Feng was even happier: "Do you hate me so much? Even if I gave you An Ran's movie, and then generously canceled the original deal?"

When he said this, Di Que was stunned.

"Are you really willing to cancel?" Di Que asked uncertainly.

Sure enough, with Xia Xue, Chen Feng's goal quickly shifted without any hesitation...

Di Que didn't know what it was like, and knocked over the five-flavored bottle all of a sudden.

Undoubtedly, he was relieved to be able to break free from the tremendous pressure that Chen Feng was under, and the original resentment and hatred dissipated because of Chen Feng's magnanimous letting go.

He was not a person who was easy to hold grudges, but suddenly he was relieved by a fluke, which was greater than the little bit of hatred in the past.

It's just that his charm is not as big as that of a little boy with a face like Meng Fan's, which makes him very unhappy.

How could Chen Feng not keep him for a while?

Although Chen Feng is not a likable person, it is embarrassing to give up on him so happily.

In Di Que's script, when a handsome man like him who is popular with everyone and can take all men and women says to break up, the other party must be desperate and hoarse to keep him, and finally after he fully enjoys the process of being needed , regretfully and resolutely ended the relationship with the other party.

But what about Chen Feng, he didn't even give him a chance to be embarrassed!

Di Que looked at Chen Feng's face again, heaved a sigh of relief and gritted his teeth secretly.

Suddenly, he had an urge to snatch Chen Feng back from that red-eyed little rabbit.

Anyway, after Chen Feng really likes him, he will have a sense of accomplishment after breaking up with him, his grandma!

Why did he say it was over, Chen Feng looked so beautiful?

Di Que felt a little offended, as if he was being bored, he held his breath, turned around and left with a dark face.

"Since this is the case, remember to keep what you say. I have earned it. Let's say it!"

"Wait." Chen Feng stopped him.

Di Que was angry: "What else?"

"Don't you want to talk to me about Shang Shiyao? He beat me like this and let it go?" Chen Feng showed the calculating smile that Di Que hated most.

Di Que glanced at him, unconscionably unmoved: "What's there to talk about about Shang Shiyao? I'm not his defense lawyer."

"But he is your real uncle, isn't he?" Chen Feng laughed.

Di Que was startled, and then he said angrily, "You investigate me?"

"You can investigate me too."

"Fart! I'm not that interested!"

"Hehe..." Chen Feng was now in love with Di Que's furry appearance, and he laughed again.

Di Queding couldn't stand being played by Chen Feng in the palm of his hand all the time for his entertainment, his face turned livid, and he turned his head and left.

At this moment, Chen Feng jumped out of the bed suddenly, rushed up in two steps, pressed the door he was about to open from behind Di Que, and trapped him to death between his arms.

Di Que turned his head, facing Chen Feng staring into his eyes, as deep as a night sky beyond the horizon.

He blinked, pulling his thoughts back from the brink of sinking into it.

"Aren't you going to go back on your word? Let me go."

"You can leave after I finish speaking." Chen Feng sighed softly in his ear.

Di Que exhaled heavily, raised his head and stared at Chen Feng provocatively, almost touching the tip of his nose.

"Shang Shiyao came to warn me not to touch you."

"Oh."

"Then I told the truth that I've already touched everything that should be touched." Chen Feng stared at Di Que's reaction with a smile, and saw Di Que blushing without any surprise.

"Your mother..." Just as Di Que wanted to be irritable, Chen Feng sealed his lips with his index finger again.

Di Que resisted the urge to bite down, and just stared at his luck bitterly.

"Then I was seriously injured by him..."

"Oh." Di Que snorted, squinting at him: "Where are you seriously injured, you ran faster than a rabbit just now."

"The hospital's certificate, moderate concussion, internal bleeding in the stomach." Chen Feng smiled: "Don't struggle now, or I might fall to the ground and vomit blood."

"...You even bribed the doctor." Di Que didn't believe it at all, but relaxed his body.

"You can say whatever you want, but Shang Shiyao's crime of intentional injury can't be escaped. I don't know much about the law. Is this a criminal case? I don't know how many years the sentence will be?" Chen Feng's eyes shone with cunning, There was no sign of a concussion at all.

Di Que gritted his teeth, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

It seems that he has begun to gradually understand Chen Feng's way of doing things. Before he talks about conditions, he will habitually push people into corners.

Di Que smiled, and his tone was a little casual: "The next thing you want to tell me is that Shang Shiyao took this lawsuit because of me, and then let me take responsibility? Do you think I will have such a conscience?"

Chen Feng smiled approvingly: "You really understand me, which makes me even more reluctant to let you go. It doesn't matter if you don't have a conscience, a conscience can be cultivated slowly. Don't you have the heart to let your uncle spend a few years in prison for you? That place is not for people, especially someone as eye-catching as Shang Shiyao, right?"

Di Que pursed his lips, and said rascally: "You should talk to his defense lawyer about this, I didn't order him to beat you."

"As long as you say a word, I can immediately withdraw the charges against him, and the police don't have to file a case." Chen Feng continued to coax.

Di Que was silent.

He now clearly realizes that as long as he nods, maybe what awaits him is another period of endless humiliation.

He no longer wants to fall into that terrible situation where his soul and emotion are completely stripped from his body, so little uncle, I will leave you to deal with Chen Feng alone.

Anyway, the Shang family also has a powerful background, and it is still unknown who will win the battle.

Seeing that Di Que was unmoved, Chen Feng couldn't help being slightly surprised, so he took a deep breath and took out his trump card.

"You are very clear about Shang Shiyao's motive for beating me. I will tell the truth when I go to court. Do you think it doesn't matter if we make a big fuss about the two of us and the world knows about it?"

Di Que's eyes widened in an instant, and he looked at Chen Feng in disbelief, unable to say a word for a long time.

The fact that he was "hidden rules" by Chen Feng was enough for a few people to know that it was enough to make him depressed. If the world knew about it, he would be beaten to death by his old man before he could accept the ridicule of the world.

Chen Feng, sure enough, can hold his weakness tightly in his hands every time, making him unable to move.

Di Que sneered, trembling with anger.

He still thought that Chen Feng would really let him go, but it turns out he was still playing tricks on him.

He happily gave up the original deal, just because there was already a more ruthless one waiting for him behind.

What does he owe him? Is he really satisfied by forcing him to death?

"What do you want? Don't you still want to fuck me? How long do you want to change this time?"

Di Que's eyes were red again, and he really wanted to rush forward and strangle Chen Feng to death, and he would burn everything.

But he couldn't beat Chen Feng, and he didn't have the guts to challenge him.

Anyway, in front of Chen Feng, he has no dignity at all, so what is there to struggle now?

"Do you want to do it in the hospital? Then do it!" Di Que said and reached out to unbutton his shirt.

Chen Feng sighed with a smile, and grabbed Di Que's hand.

"Can you listen to me first? You haven't heard the terms of the transaction."

"What's so nice? What else would you do besides threatening others?" Di Que roared angrily, but still couldn't control his emotions, and cried out in front of Chen Feng.

Chen Feng frowned, he still didn't seem to grasp the true meaning of the confession, why did he cry in anger again?

"It turns out that you hate me for threatening you..." Chen Feng pondered, this is not very good, this is the trick he used the most smoothly, it has tried everything.

"Nonsense! Does anyone like being threatened?" Di Que wiped his face and sniffled.

Chen Feng was amused by his sloppy appearance, helplessly wiped his tears, and coaxed him: "Okay, okay, I'm too much this time. But don't you want to hear about the bargaining chip this time?"

"Get out!" Di Que pushed Chen Feng vigorously, but did not push.

"I will not pursue Shang Shiyao's legal responsibility, you will be my lover..."

"Isn't it the same fucking thing?" Di Que turned his back angrily, and was about to hit Chen Feng with a wave of his hand, but Chen Feng held his fist in his hand and couldn't move.

"You are my lover. You can set the deadline this time. I will never regret it." Chen Feng said firmly, looking at Di Que with unprecedented seriousness.

Di Que was stunned and forgot to withdraw his hand.

Chen Feng took his hand and put it on his lips, and kissed him lightly.

"You say this time limit is an hour, and you say it's a lifetime, and you can stop it at any time."