Chapter 1: Sobering Up "Boss Feng, do you want me to feed you?"

At six o'clock in the evening, it was dark late in the summer, and the dazzling evening sunlight hit the glass curtain wall of the Beijing CBD Center Building. The reflected light looked like it had been cut by a blade, sharp and dazzling.

It was already time to get off work, but almost no one in the Binyue Building where the Feng Group was located got up to go home. As if they had agreed to do so, everyone sat at their workstations without moving.

The elevator to the secretariat on the top floor made a "ding dong" sound, and only Liu Yu, who was about to get up to get some water, turned around.

"Sister Yu!"

The person who came was Xiao Chen, a new engineer assistant in the technical development department.

"Assistant Qi asked me to compile our department's new quarterly plan and hand it over to him before leaving get off work. I'm late. Is Assistant Qi busy now?"

Liu Yu waved her rose-red nail polished hand. "Special Assistant Qi left with CEO Feng an hour ago for a dinner at Blue Pigeon Technology. He should have sent you a message."

Xiao Chen was stunned when he heard this, then he lowered his head and picked up his phone to check. Sure enough, he saw the message from Special Assistant Qi sent an hour ago.

He scratched his head and gave Liu Yu an embarrassed smile, "I was so busy that I didn't even read the news."

Liu Yu nodded at him and said, "There's no rush for the plan. Come back tomorrow afternoon."

As for why it wasn't in the morning—

This dinner was a meeting between the bosses of both sides. Especially since the person coming from the other side was the alcoholic Mr. Wang, it was inevitable that the two sides would clink glasses. If Mr. Feng drank, he would definitely not be able to come to the company tomorrow morning.

If President Feng doesn't come, Special Assistant Qi will most likely not come either.

The reason for not coming was of course because I had to take care of Mr. Feng who was drunk and feeling unwell.

After all, for so long, the only assistant who was allowed to take care of Mr. Feng's daily life was Special Assistant Qi.

Liu Yu pressed the button and cold water flowed into the glass.

Her eyelashes, curled by the brush, blinked and she couldn't help muttering.

"Before Special Assistant Qi joined the company, President Feng's alcohol tolerance didn't seem to be so bad..."

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As the day deepened, the capital city was brightly lit in the night, and it did not return to tranquility at all because of the arrival of night.

Lanjingyuan Winery stands in the bustling city, and each glazed window emits a warm glow.

Lan Jing Yuan is a high-end private kitchen in Beijing, specializing in Huaiyang cuisine. It only accepts VIP customers on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. It has a high degree of privacy and its home-brewed wine is famous. Among the customers coming in and out, there are many familiar faces that often appear in newspapers.

The dinner between Feng Group and Blue Pigeon Technology was scheduled at Lanjingyuan.

This was Feng Ji's second time having dinner with Mr. Wang from Blue Pigeon Technology. He was not a difficult person to get along with, and the first half of their cooperation had been very pleasant.

Mr. Wang loves to drink and also loves to persuade others to drink. As long as he is happy after drinking, the success rate of cooperation will increase exponentially. He is not a difficult person to deal with.

Of course, this is based on his recognition of the partner.

As the CEO and chairman of Feng Group, Feng Ji rarely attends dinner parties in person, but whenever he does, toasting and exchanging cups is a must.

The dinner was coming to an end. Mr. Wang's face flushed with joy, and he raised his glass to Feng Ji again. "Mr. Feng, I'll have my assistant go back and draft the contract. I wish us a happy cooperation in the future!"

Feng Ji's expression remained unchanged from when he arrived. Amidst Mr. Wang's hearty laughter, he emptied the glass of wine.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the dinner party ended and the driver parked the car at the door early. Seeing the two familiar figures, he was worried that they had drunk and couldn't find the car, so he quickly lowered the window and shouted, "Boss Feng, please help me!"

Qi Yu was walking beside Feng Ji. He looked up and nodded at the driver in response. He put one hand loosely around the man's waist and leaned forward to open the car door.

Feng Ji tilted his head to look at the slender, jade-white hand that was resting on his waist. "I'm not dizzy yet, no need for support."

Qi Yu's cold face showed no expression. "Please get in the car first, Mr. Feng."

Feng Ji stepped one leg into the car, and under Qi Yu's supervision, he also put the other leg in, still saying, "I can't fall."

Qi Yu gave his boss face, "Okay, Mr. Feng, I believe you."

After that,

Snap——

The car door was closed.

Qi Yu walked around from the rear of the car to the other door, and as he took a step, he complained in his heart: He fell on me last time.

Qi Yu got into the car from the other side. The door closed and the Maybach roared, heading towards Yulong Bay.

Half an hour later, Qi Yu helped the drunken boss through the door. This time, he didn't just support him. Qi Yu's left arm was tightly wrapped around Feng Ji's waist, and the man's strong arm was placed on his shoulder. The two of them walked into the elevator in the same rhythm.

Qi Yu always used all his strength to help Feng Ji when he was drunk. It was not because he was too weak and had no strength, but because Feng Ji seemed to have grown up eating protein powder. He was not only tall but also strong. There was a full ten centimeters difference in height between him and Feng Ji. It was difficult not to use all his strength to help a 1.9-meter-tall strong man who could not stand steadily.

The elevator slowly rose, and the light from the circular spotlights was particularly dazzling in this small space.

Feng Ji lowered his eyelids and tilted his head towards Qi Yu's face. His tall nose brushed against the young man's hair and he took a deep breath. The rich aroma filled his nostrils, and the man looked dazed, as if he were quite drunk.

Qi Yu seemed to have noticed something, "Boss Feng?"

Feng Ji didn't say anything. The elevator made a ding-dong sound and the doors opened to both sides. Qi Yu didn't pursue the incident any further. He helped the person into the elevator lobby, expertly pressed the fingerprint to unlock the door, and then opened the door and entered the room.

Feng Ji's breathing was even, but his steps were unsteady. The force he exerted on Qi Yu grew heavier as the bedside lamp in the master bedroom was turned on. Their bodies were suddenly pressed tightly together, their heat freely exchanging through the fabric of their clothes.

He looked like he was very drunk. If Qi Yu hadn't been there to support him, he would have come into contact with the floor right then and there.

Qi Yu freed one hand to lean the pillow against the headboard, and with great effort helped the man lie on his back on the pillow. This physical work was finally over, and Qi Yu couldn't help but breathe heavily after standing up straight.

He raised his hand to push up the bridge of his nose with his silver-rimmed glasses, which had slipped slightly due to the excessive movement just now. Through the lenses, he glanced at the man lying motionless on the bed with his eyes closed, then turned and walked out the door.

As soon as he turned around, the person behind him slowly opened his eyelids. His pair of black eyes were unusually clear, without a trace of drunkenness.

His pupils were as black as ink, reflecting the tall and slender back of the young man. His slim professional suit showed off a slender waistline. As he walked, his legs were well-proportioned and straight, and the forearms exposed under his short sleeves were dazzlingly white.

This gaze followed him like a shadow, once attached, it could not be torn away. Only when the young man was completely out of sight did the man close his eyes again, unable to hide his reluctance.

Yulong Bay was Feng Ji's most frequented property in Beijing. Although the house belonged to his boss, Qi Yu felt like he was back home. With a clear goal in mind, he went straight into the kitchen, took out apples and oranges from the refrigerator, cut them up, and threw them all into the health pot to boil.

While waiting for the hangover soup to boil, Qi Yu poured himself a glass of cold water. Staring at the bubbling soup, he sipped it intermittently, his mind racing to the image of his boss passed out drunkenly on the bed.

If you think about it carefully, Feng Ji got so drunk that he, as the assistant, was also jointly responsible.

Qi Yu grew up without a father or mother and had to eat at many people's homes. It is no exaggeration to say that he was very eager to study during his youth.

Because of his outstanding performance in the college entrance examination, Qi Yu received funding from the Feng Group and successfully realized his dream of studying at Peking University.

Qi Yu was also very competitive. As the one with the best conduct and academic performance among the college students sponsored by Feng Group, he was promoted to be Feng Ji's personal assistant right after graduation.

From graduation to now, he has been Feng Ji's special assistant for three years. During these three years, whether it is work or daily life, he has been able to achieve 99.99% perfection.

The only 0.01% that was deducted was because he could never improve his alcohol tolerance.

As a qualified special assistant, you not only have to accompany the boss to various cocktail parties and business venues, but also be able to block alcohol for the boss at critical moments, ensuring that the boss can stay sober until the end of the dinner and never miss even 0.1% of the profit due to drunkenness.

But - Feng Ji never let Qi Yu block the drinking for him, because Qi Yu would fall down after just one glass.

I still remember the first time I blocked Feng Ji's drinking. Qi Yu went to the toilet to wash his face and felt dizzy. He almost fell asleep on the ground because he couldn't stand steadily. A special assistant whose duty was to help the boss solve problems ended up having to trouble the boss to send him home.

Qi Yu once considered this misjudgment to be the biggest stain in his career.

Sitting in Feng Ji's position, dinners rarely required him to attend in person, but every time he did, there was always a round of toasts and drinks. Qi Yu went along, and except for discussing cooperation, where he spoke logically and eloquently, the rest of the time he could only watch his boss get drunk, holding the only freshly squeezed orange juice in the room, helpless.

When it came to his boss's drinking, the only thing he could do was to help him get home and take care of him personally after the meal.

Although they couldn't stop the boss from drinking, the other colleagues, including Feng Ji, didn't think it was a big deal. After all, Qi Yu's work ability was obvious to all, and whether he drank or not was completely insignificant. But he was a perfectionist, and even after all this time, the incident still lingered in his mind.

While he was daydreaming, the health pot started to bubble up. After waiting for more than ten seconds, Qi Yu pressed the power button and took out a jar of honey from the refrigerator.

When the lid of the health pot was opened, hot steam hit my face, covering the lens with a layer of fine and dense mist.

Qi Yu ignored his suddenly blurred vision, added a spoonful of honey to the kettle, stirred it to melt, poured out a cup of hot hangover soup, and left the kitchen with the glass.

When he returned to the master bedroom, Feng Ji was still in the same position, lying there quietly with his eyes closed.

"Boss Feng."

Qi Yu stood by the bed and said, "The hangover soup is ready."

Feng Ji opened his eyes when he called out.

Qi Yu handed over the sobering soup. Feng Ji first looked at his knuckles that had turned pink from tightly gripping the glass handle, then he slowly raised his hand. However, before he could touch the glass handle, his forearm softened and fell back.

The mist on the lenses had long since dissipated, and Qi Yu could see clearly that Feng Ji seemed to be dizzy and had no strength left. It would probably be difficult for him to hold such a large cup of boiling hot hangover soup by himself at this time.

Mr. Wang got drunk tonight and he kept urging people to drink. The empty bottles on the table would be shocking to anyone who saw them.

Qi Yu picked up the spoon and stirred the scalding liquid in the cup, then asked, "Boss Feng, do you want me to feed you?"

It was unknown which word stimulated the man's senses. Feng Ji's hands on his legs suddenly clenched. His eyes swept across Qi Yu's pale lips and he said reservedly, "Hmm."

After saying that, he added, "Thank you for your help, Qi Special Assistant."

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I'm starting to write. Long time no see, ladies! [Hahaha] Chapter 1: International Practices. Here's a reading guide ↓↓↓ Please make sure to read it to the end! [Please]

1 The perverted braided boss x the cool and beautiful assistant

2 International practice of physical and mental 1v1, extreme control resistant, please do not enter, young couples are locked.

3 The main plot is about a young couple falling in love, with no workplace content (if there is any, I made it up).

[Highlight] The 4th attacker is a pervert with a strong desire for control, a bit pathological. If you mind, don't watch it. However, he will correct it later by chasing his wife. But if you can't accept this setting, I reiterate again! ! ! Don't watch it if you mind! ! !

5. The update time is 11:00 p.m. every day. If I cannot update it every day, I will ask for leave.

6 This is a brainless little white dog story, with no writing skills and dead logic. Everything is based on the premise of a young couple kissing and having sex. Please leave your brain with the author before reading, don't quarrel or swear, thank you everyone!