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Lin Feng's cursing was so sad and indignant that he choked on his saliva.

"Cough cough..."

Clark's eyes were complicated, he got up and patted the other person's back. After seeing the man slowing down, he asked, "Do you have any dissatisfaction with Superman?"

After Lin Feng choked on the saliva, he finally cleared his mind a little. He was a little annoyed, but he couldn't take back what he said just now.

He thought for a while and replied seriously: "His speed is too fast."

Clark took it for granted: "But his speed is far beyond ordinary people."

Lin Feng glanced at the man, then took another sip of wine: "You don't understand."

His face was very serious, as if he was discussing some serious expression: "Men can't be too fast."

Only then did Clark realize the meaning of what the other party said just now.

He caught Lin Feng, smelled the alcohol on his body, and immediately knew that he was drunk, and was silent for a moment: "So you have experienced it?"

Lin Feng nodded: "Of course!"

It seems that he is not lightly drunk.

Clark shook his head. He picked him up and put him in the bedroom.

Lin Feng grabbed the man's skirt, like an angry kitten: "Don't you believe it!"

How could Clark believe in something he hadn't done himself, but he answered that the other party was afraid that he would pester him again, so he simply went about his business in silence.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Lin Feng struggled in his arms and almost fell off.

"Don't you believe it! Don't you!"

Clark's face turned cold, and he would be hurt if he went on like this. His voice was a little lower: "Don't move."

Perhaps frightened by his aura, the person in his arms fell silent, and after putting him on the bed, the man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This is much more tiring than fighting.

When he raised his head, he saw that the other party's eyes were full of tears, and his eyes were full of accusations, with an expression of being bullied.

Clark: ...

How much did you drink?

He looked back at the wine glass, and thought of the number of times the other party raised his glass.

Well, two and a half cups.

Clark, who was fighting fiercely, had no choice but to soften his voice at this moment, and comforted: "Ann, it's all right, are you sleepy now? Let's rest."

Please go to sleep!

Lin Feng was aggrieved: "You are fierce to me!"

Clark looked at the man who dropped his wisdom, feeling inexplicably like he was raising a child: "It was too dangerous just now, what if I fall and get hurt? I'm just worried about you."

Lin Feng complained: "You obviously don't believe me! What I said is the truth, Superman is not only too fast, he is not big enough."

Clark's face became more and more strange. From the perspective of fighting, his speed is indeed fast, but this is not big enough to justify it.

The man persuaded him several times, but Lin Feng still refused to go to sleep, and insisted on instilling in him the theory that Superman is bad.

Seeing that he was talking too much, Clark took all the wine from the table.

Filling the glass with wine and holding it in front of the other person, Clark raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully: "Come on, let's talk about what else Superman did."

The drunk Lin Feng felt inexplicably cold.

After half an hour.

Lin Feng hugged the quilt, with tears on his face: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L L L L L! ​​I want to rest, I want to rest!"

Clark smiled softly, and put his hand on the other's shoulder: "Come on, continue, you haven't finished yet."

Lin Feng's body trembled subconsciously.

……

early morning.

When the first ray of sunlight shone on Lin Feng's face through the window, he heard the familiar sound of morning exercise and some noises.

Before he opened his eyes, he felt a splitting headache and a feeling of overusing his brain.

Lin Feng looked around and saw that this decoration was his own room.

After apparently being drunk, Clark brought him in.

Lin Feng had a terrible headache, and tried to sit up with all his strength, but then he felt muscle aches all over his body, and his expression changed.

Did he... last night...

Although Lin Feng has no experience, he still understands the theoretical knowledge.

He felt it for a while, and there was no feeling of tearing, so he was relieved immediately.

Fortunately, okay, Clark is not that kind of person.

Lin Feng endured the pain and started to do it, and saw the food on the bedside, with a note next to it.

He picked it up and took a look: I'm off to work, eat something after you wake up.Clark.

The other party didn't have any strange reaction, and Lin Feng's hanging heart was relieved.

At this moment, the music of Doctor Who rang from the mobile phone next to the bed, the very rhythmic beginning of that section.

Lin Feng picked up his phone and looked, it was indeed Luther.

When he watched Doctor Who back then, he inexplicably felt that Luthor looked like the Santa Star in it, an alien with a head like a potato, and then he noted this name.

"Hey?"

The man laughed as soon as he opened his mouth: "Hmph, An Aifan, you didn't wake up at this time, did you? Did you go to save the metropolis last night?"

With a "snap", Lin Feng hung up the phone.

Ten seconds later, familiar music sounded.

"You try to hang up on me again..."

Lin Feng hung up the phone again.

A few seconds later, it was the same ringtone again.

"There's business, get out here."

Lin Feng: "Where is it?"

Luthor gritted his teeth: "The Lex Group."

"understood."

"Do you want me to scold you..."

"Snapped".

After hanging up the phone three times in a row, Lin Feng felt refreshed. He ate breakfast and woke up from the alcohol for a long time before arriving at the Lex Group.

It was almost noon.

He skillfully took the private elevator to Luther's office, and walked in after seeing that there was no one else in the office except Luther.

"What's the matter? I haven't had lunch yet." Lin Feng went in and sat on the sofa, talking casually.

Luther raised his eyes, and just about to speak, he saw that the other party was wearing a very casual attire: "...we will dress more formally when we come to the company."

Lin Feng pretended to hear it, thinking about going home early: "So, what's the matter?"

Luther tried his best to ignore the other party's perfunctory, and put a piece of paper on the table: "This is an invitation for tonight's press conference. Frank has been working with me, and his daughter insists that I take you there."

Lin Feng frowned, he never liked to participate in such occasions.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to retort, Luther said first: "Now they all know that I am your benefactor. Tonight we have to discuss a business, and we can't mess it up."

Lin Feng was a little upset, he knew that Luther was trying to get back at him, in order to avenge him for hanging up the phone just now.

He replied decisively: "Okay."

Luther was a little surprised. Given Lin Feng's temperament, it was a good thing not to be in a hurry with him, but he agreed so easily.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone softened a lot: "In this case, you haven't had lunch yet, it's just time for dinner, let's have a meal together."

At the beginning, Lin Feng said that having lunch was just an excuse. He ate breakfast too late, and he didn't have any appetite at the moment.

"Forget it, I'm afraid that if I see someone I don't like sitting opposite me, I'll lose my appetite."

He ignored the man's distorted expression for a moment, and when he walked out of the office, he suddenly realized that he hadn't thanked Clark properly, so he made a phone call: "Clark, are you working? It's noon, let me treat you to dinner."

……

Clark was still out on the news. Fortunately, there was nothing important in the afternoon, so he had time to go out for lunch.

He took Clark to a familiar restaurant.

I don't know why, but when he saw Clark today, he felt a pain in his mouth, and his body shrank subconsciously, which made him a little inexplicable.

Clark was not surprised to see his reaction, and looked at him with a smile.

It seemed that he was overreacting himself. Lin Feng said awkwardly: "Sorry, I think it's the aftereffect of drinking last night. The hangover feels too uncomfortable."

Clark nodded thoughtfully, and asked with concern, "Have you eaten the breakfast on my table?"

Of course, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to eat anything now.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng felt that his stomach was a bit full: "I ate it, I didn't expect that Clarke's cooking is quite good, but I can't do it anymore. Every time I cook, I have to break something."

Clark said with a smile: "You can call me whatever you want to eat in the future, and I can go to your house to make it."

Lin Feng thought about it, but still felt it was inappropriate: "But this is too troublesome, it is very inconvenient for you to go back and forth."

Clark didn't refute him, but just pondered for a moment: "Otherwise, you can come to my place, as long as you don't dislike the small apartment."

Lin Feng's eyes lit up instantly, can he finally get rid of the unpalatable takeaway?

"As long as you don't find me annoying."

Given this opportunity, he could stay at Clark's house three times a day.

"Speaking of which, there is something I want to ask." Clark hesitated to say this, and the look in his eyes became strange.

Lin Feng felt a little strange about his reaction, and nodded to signal the other party to continue talking.

Clark organized the language: "Ann, do you know Superman well?"

Superman?

Speaking of this, Lin Feng would not feel sleepy.

As a qualified black fan, Lin Feng knows Superman better than others. He has carefully studied the other party's information: "It's okay, why ask this question?"

Clark hesitated to speak, but finally said with difficulty: "When you were drunk last night, you kept telling me that Superman was too fast and not big enough. What does that mean?"

Lin Feng didn't know what kind of courage the other party mustered up to say this, anyway, he was ashamed to death.

It's over, what has he done.

"Apart from these, what else did I do? I woke up in such pain in the morning, is it because I beat someone?"

Lin Feng couldn't figure it out, what did he do to have that kind of pain.

Clark looked at the man's ashamed expression, and said as tactfully as possible: "You were talking drunk last night, all about Superman, and then you refused to rest. I controlled you for fear of getting hurt, and you kept struggling."

Lin Feng's face was hot: "Thank you, thank you."

I have lost all face in my life.

The drunk talk about Superman is because Clark has been forcing the other party to say that the muscle ache is because the other party said he was tired and wanted to run away, but he caught him back.

Seeing the man's trusting eyes, Clark touched his nose guiltily.

Luckily Ann didn't remember.

Lin Feng also fell into confusion amid self-condemnation: "Why do you say that Superman is too fast and not big enough?"

He didn't really care much about Superman either.

"Oh?" A voice suddenly came from the table, and a reflective head stood beside their table.

Lin Feng raised his head, isn't this the Luther he just met?

Men in suits, interested in them: "You say Superman is too fast and not big enough?"

Clark: ...