Chapter 26 Three Rules Now, he just wants to do it.

"Boss Feng, please wait a moment and let me down!"

"Boss Feng... Ugh!"

Qi Yu was pinched by the waist and carried to the sofa, his back leaning against the sofa cushion, and he let out a muffled groan.

Just as he was about to explain to Feng Ji what had just happened, the man in front of him came forward and interrupted him.

Feng Ji had just gotten off the treadmill, his naked upper body still covered in sweat. As soon as he approached, the strong scent of male hormones hit Qi Yu in the face, making his face flush, and he couldn't help but shrink back.

"Mr. Feng..."

Trapped in a small space, with the other person's strong arms on both sides and the wall and sofa cushions behind him, there was nowhere to run. Qi Yu's voice was low when he spoke again.

The man supported himself on the sofa with one hand, raised his other hand, and put the screen of his mobile phone in front of Qi Yu again.

"Qi Yu, don't you think the plot of this post looks familiar?"

Qi Yu was naturally familiar with the content of the post, but he still feigned composure and stared at the screen for a long moment before turning back to face the man's face so close to his. He said calmly, "He does look familiar, but the poster's IP address is in Hangzhou, and it doesn't match mine."

Feng Ji looked at him and chuckled, "Changing the IP address is a simple matter. Special Assistant Qi should be able to do it easily."

Qi Yu: "I can change my IP address, but there are too many people in this world who can do that. Mr. Feng, you can't judge that I am the one who posted the message just because of this, right?"

Staring at the young man's mouth opening and closing, Feng Ji gritted his teeth silently.

This mouth tastes soft and sweet, but the words are firm. The evidence is right in front of him, yet he can still challenge him so confidently.

Being stared at by his boss with such eyes, Qi Yu was far from calm as he appeared. However, he had been a special assistant for so long that the attitude of remaining calm in the face of any situation had been ingrained in him.

What's more, he has deleted the post and cancelled his account. Feng Ji only has this one picture and there is no other evidence to prove that Momo is him.

As long as he stubbornly refuses to admit it, is it possible that Feng Ji can force him to confess?

Feng Ji asked again, "Are you sure this post wasn't posted by you?"

Qi Yu felt more confident and nodded again, "Boss Feng, the world is so big, there are many people who have had similar experiences. Maybe it's just a coincidence."

Feng Ji knew he would say that, so he didn't refute it. He slid his finger and accurately found the screenshot of Momo and Yisuoxieyu Ren Pingsheng discussing their salaries.

The screen was put to his face again. Qi Yu looked at the screenshot, and the calm expression on his face began to crack.

He knew Feng Ji, and Feng Ji knew him too. Seeing the change in his expression, he couldn't help but sneer, "What a coincidence! It really is such a coincidence. It's so coincidental that the time you were drugged and went to bed with your boss was the same. It's so coincidental that the time the criminal was arrested was also the same. It's even more coincidental that even the salary increase I asked the finance department to give you was the same."

Qi Yu's face turned paler and paler, and he stammered without saying a word.

Feng Ji put down his phone and looked at him calmly, "Nothing else to say?"

Qi Yu shrank into the crack of the sofa.

So humiliating, so embarrassing, I want to die.

Apart from the death of his parents, the most difficult experiences he had experienced as a child were concentrated in these two days.

Obviously, she wanted to improve her work ability and share the burden with her boss at the drinking table, but unfortunately she was drugged and when she woke up, she found that she had slept with her boss.

After sleeping with the boss once, I still wasn’t satisfied and wanted to sleep with him many times.

He was torn between agreeing or not, he just wanted to seek help online. He had clearly deleted the post and deactivated his account before the post became completely popular, but the next second, another party involved in the post came to him with screenshots as evidence.

No matter how strong Assistant Qi's professional qualities are, he feels so vulnerable at this moment.

I felt helpless as if I were stripped naked and thrown into the street.

Doesn’t Feng Ji dislike using this kind of software?

Did Feng Ji take this screenshot himself when he saw the post, or did someone else take the screenshot and give it to him?

Who is so nosy?

Qi Yu couldn't figure it out. He only knew that he was now speechless after being bombarded with evidence, and he even felt the urge to resign on the spot again.

"Why aren't you talking?" The man moved closer, his tall nose almost poking Qi Yu's brow.

Qi Yu continued to shrink back, still not saying anything.

If he shrinks any further, he will be squeezed under the sofa. Feng Ji looked at him with a bit of amusement, and with a big hand with thin calluses, he lifted up the chin that was almost buried in the chest and lifted up the face.

Their eyes met in the air, Feng Ji narrowed his eyes and said, "If you don't tell me, then I will."

"The authorities will definitely report today's incident. Although the information revealed in your post isn't much, combined with this report, perhaps a competitor who knows us well will notice it and make a fuss about it. What will you do then?"

Feng Ji immediately took the moral high ground, "When Zhou Jiacheng saw this post, he immediately realized it was you. But he was on our side. If it had been someone else, have you considered the consequences?"

Qi Yu: “…”

Such a long paragraph whizzed past his ears, and Qi Yu’s first reaction was: Is it that serious?

Second reaction: It turns out that this was a screenshot taken by Zhou Jiacheng. He deserves to be sent to England to eat white people’s food.

As if sensing the silence that flashed across his face, Feng Ji pinched his cheeks in dissatisfaction, squeezing his mouth into two small, chick-like beaks. "What are you thinking about? This could have such serious consequences in the future. Don't you have anything to say?"

Qi Yu was pinched by him and mumbled vaguely, "I'm...I'm sorry?"

"..." Feng Ji pinched him twice again, "Don't talk about this."

Qi Yu: “…”

Feng Ji stared at him and asked abruptly, "Do you want to promise me?"

Qi Yu was silent for a long time before pursing his lips and whispering, "I haven't thought about it yet... Can you please stop pinching me?"

Feng Ji indeed stopped pinching, but he picked up his phone again and went back to the first screenshot.

Qi Yu didn't know what he was going to do, and his heart suddenly tightened again.

Then the man pointed to the voting button below the main text.

[Agree (88%)] vs [Disagree (12%)]

"You initiated this vote yourself," Feng Ji said. "Since you can't make a choice yourself, then the minority must obey the majority. I'll take this as your consent."

Qi Yu opened his eyes wide, "Boss Feng, how could you do this?!"

Feng Ji curled his lips and said, "I didn't even ask you to settle the score for posting our little secret online. Shouldn't you have agreed to it?"

Qi Yu closed his mouth again.

He was indeed in the wrong for secretly sharing this online without Feng Ji's permission. But seeing Feng Ji's suspicious gesture of forcing him to abdicate, Qi Yu was worried that if he really agreed, his body wouldn't be able to handle it.

They say a man is as fierce as a tiger at thirty. Although Feng Ji is not yet thirty, Qi Yu feels that he is even fiercer than a tiger...

He didn't really want to be Feng's first special assistant to faint from exhaustion in bed.

But there is a considerable amount of salary hanging in the air ahead. As long as he agrees, the salary deposited into his card next month will be doubled.

After thinking it over again and again, Qi Yu hesitated and said, "Boss Feng, I can agree to your request, but... I also have a few requests. You have to agree to them first, then I will-"

Without saying anything, Feng Ji said, "I promise."

Qi Yu: “?”

Qi Yu: "I haven't said anything yet."

Suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, Feng Ji tried his best to appear calm and natural, "You talk, I listen."

Qi Yu glanced at him suspiciously and began to lay out three rules. "First, our relationship must remain absolutely confidential. We're just superiors and subordinates in the company, and we can't cross the line in any way."

Feng Ji: "Okay."

Qi Yu continued, "Secondly, although I agreed to be your partner in bed, we both need to agree to that. You can't do whatever you want without my consent."

Feng Ji: "Again, I'm not that hungry."

Qi Yu: "Then do you agree?"

Feng Ji: "I agree."

Qi Yu: "Okay, last one. To ensure health, neither party is allowed to develop other sexual relationships during the duration of this relationship. However, if one party finds a partner they want to spend their life with, the relationship can end at any time."

Feng Ji looked at him intently, then suddenly laughed, "You've thought this through so thoroughly?"

Qi Yu looked back and said, "As I should. Do you agree with the last point?"

Feng Ji has always known that Qi Yu has always been a bachelor because of his childhood experiences and has never thought about finding a partner.

The last of these three rules was actually prepared for him.

Therefore, the decision of whether or not this relationship will end, and when it will end, all lies in Feng Ji's hands.

As long as he doesn't say it's over, Qi Yu will always stay by his side.

Feng Ji: "Okay, I agree."

it's over.

The farce caused by a post has finally come to an end.

Qi Yu heaved a sigh of relief, and couldn't help stretching his stiff waist. He said to Feng Ji, "Since we have already agreed, Mr. Feng, you don't have to hold me down like this anymore..."

He hasn't finished his cereal with milk yet. It's been so long, I'm afraid the milk must be cold.

"Why are you in such a hurry? You promised me, but for posting me online, shouldn't I ask you for some mental damages?"

My sight was once again focused on the young man's soft lips. When the two lips opened and closed as he spoke, I could vaguely see the small red tongue inside.

Feng Ji tasted it and found it sweeter than honey.

Qi Yu was stunned, "But I already promised you."

"You agreeing to me is one thing, but you posting me online is another. I didn't say I forgive you just now."

Qi Yu was almost irritated to death by his unreasonable arguments. Perhaps the relationship between the two of them had subtly changed and was no longer a strict superior-subordinate relationship. He was so bold that he began to pull at his boss's arm, trying to squeeze out from the gap.

He was soft, thin, and cat-like, and he almost succeeded.

The man let him struggle for a while, then hooked his right hand and reached into the gap between the young man's back and the sofa cushion, pinched the flexible waist, and turned the man in another direction.

Qi Yu felt dizzy and when the scene in front of his eyes stabilized, he realized that he was being held and sitting on the man's hard thigh.

Looking down, in order to maintain balance, Qi Yu's two hands were just right on the bulging pectoral muscles, the subcutaneous muscles were throbbing, and the soft and hard feel made Qi Yu's ears red.

I shouldn’t have agreed so quickly.

Qi Yu felt a hundred regrets in his heart.

If he hadn't agreed, he wouldn't have been held and unable to leave.

Nor will I touch the boss's chest.

Seeing him looking at her chest muscles and her ears turning pink, Feng Ji was happy to see his distant and cold face flushed with shyness towards her. She asked in a somewhat malicious tone, "Assistant Qi, where are you touching?"

Qi Yu withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

"Don't even think about running away until I get my compensation for mental damages."

Feng Ji hugged him tightly, his hands like a solid iron cage, locking Qi Yu tightly in his arms.

Qi Yu didn't think he could run away in this situation, so he said awkwardly, "Can you wait a few days? I'm not fully recovered yet."

Feng Ji paused for a moment after hearing what he said, then realized what he was saying. He couldn't help but chuckle, and slowly moved his thumb upwards, using some force to rub circles on the pale pink lips.

"But... aren't you doing fine here? Why are you trying to lie to me?"

Feeling the itch on his lips, Qi Yu was stunned. Later he realized that the mental damage compensation the man was talking about was not... His face suddenly turned red.

Feng Ji had emphasized to him twice that he was not such a beast, but Qi Yu didn't believe it at the time and thought the man was a bad person.

Now that it's been revealed, I finally believe it.

Knowing that he was shy, Feng Ji didn't really want to push him too far, so he softened his voice and asked in a different way, "Can I kiss you?"

Qi Yu didn’t remember whether they kissed last night, but judging from the difference in pain between his lips and other parts of his body, if it was just a kiss, he shouldn’t be able to… bear it, right?

So Qi Yu nodded slowly, "Yes..."

She only had time to utter one letter of the word "kiss" before the man who had been waiting for a long time came up to her and bit her lips that she had been thinking about day and night.

This was the first time Qi Yu kissed Feng Ji while he was awake. He had never understood why someone would blush just because of lips touching. But now it was his turn, and as soon as their lips touched, his heart began to beat wildly out of control.

Maybe because he was afraid of scaring him, Feng Ji kissed him very gently, his tongue tracing back and forth along the young man's lip line, occasionally accidentally slipping into the slit of his lips and licking the wet tender flesh, which would cause the person in his arms to gasp in surprise.

The man chuckled, his voice a little hoarse, "Why are you so sensitive?"

Qi Yu's chest was heaving, and his eyes looking at the man seemed to have been washed with water, and were wet, with a light layer of mist on the lenses.

"I...I don't know..."

It was his first time kissing someone, and he never knew his lips could be so sensitive. Every time Feng Ji licked them, his lower back trembled.

"Be gentler, maybe... you kissed me too hard." Qi Yu proposed another idea.

"Too heavy?"

Feng Ji chuckled softly upon hearing this, and suddenly raised his hand to take off the silver-rimmed glasses from his slender nose.

Without the obstruction of the frame, the man pinched his small chin, lowered his head and pressed it down, rubbing his lips against his, and the itchy feeling instantly spread throughout Qi Yu's body.

"I didn't even use any strength just now, how could it be so heavy?"

"You are too delicate."

Since Qi Yu grew up, everyone from teachers to neighbors, from classmates to colleagues praised him for his perseverance and ability to endure hardships. Feng Ji was the first one to say that he was spoiled.

His rosy lips opened in dissatisfaction, and he was about to speak in defense, but the man seized the opportunity and his tongue, like a snake that had been lying in wait for a long time, instantly slid into the depths of the young man's wet and hot mouth.

“Hmm…!” Qi Yu widened his eyes, and the corners of his eyes turned red.

As soon as it entered, the python-like tongue disturbed her mouth. Qi Yu reflexively clenched her teeth, but was afraid of biting Feng Ji. She clenched her teeth cowardly, but could not resist the man's invasion.

The teeth were quickly licked open, and the tip of the tongue scraped across the sensitive palate. As Feng Ji wished, he heard a low moan with a rising tone at the end from the person in his arms.

Qi Yu's upper palate is the most sensitive. He will tremble and shed tears when licked.

As if Feng Ji had predicted it in advance, when Qi Yu's tears burst out, he withdrew from his mouth and gently kissed them away.

Tears hung on his curled eyelashes, making Qi Yu's vision blurry even when he opened his eyes wide. He could only feel the tongue that had been dominating his mouth retreat. Just as he relaxed for a moment and wanted to open his mouth to breathe, the man kissed him again.

This time the kiss came suddenly, even more violently than before. Feng Ji kissed him deeply and hard, and Qi Yu placed his hands on his chest, feeling as if Feng Ji wanted to stick his tongue down his throat.

He was unable to resist, his waist became limp, and he couldn't even breathe properly.

The only part of his body that still had some strength was his tongue, which had been quietly retracted. So Qi Yu naturally raised the tip of his tongue and tried to push Feng Ji's tongue out.

The moment their tongues touched, Qi Yu seemed to hear a low laugh in his ear.

It was as if he was laughing at his own falling into the trap.

The next second, he felt the tip of his tongue suddenly being entangled, licking inch by inch from the root of his tongue, and then suddenly sucking, eating his tongue thoroughly inside and out.

Qi Yu only felt a white light exploding before his eyes, and his whole body went limp.

But if he is soft, there will always be someone who is hard.

Feng Ji pulled up his pants, carried him to the master bedroom, and kissed his already swollen lips twice, "Can I borrow your bathroom?"

Qi Yu was still in a daze, but after hearing this, he finally came back to his senses from the excitement just now. He glanced down and his whole body seemed to be engorged with blood, and his whole body was red.

Seeing Feng Ji was about to get up and go to the bathroom, he didn't know where he got the strength from, but suddenly grabbed Feng Ji's hair.

The man felt pain, covered his head and hissed, looking at him in confusion.

Qi Yu blushed and said in a trembling voice, "You, go back to your home."

It seemed that he was really anxious and didn't even use the honorific.

Feng Ji stood up slowly. The view was horrifying, but he didn't try to hide it at all. "You really won't let me use it?"

Qi Yu shook his head firmly, "No."

The guest bathroom in his house had been used by Feng Ji before, and since then Qi Yu rarely went to the guest bathroom to use the toilet.

If the master bathroom repeats the guest bathroom's experience...

In short, Feng Ji's proposal to stay failed, and he was asked to leave the house by Assistant Qi, who looked embarrassed and angry.

"Boss Feng." Qi stood inside the door, his lips red from being kissed, but his voice was hard, "See you tomorrow."

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut in front of Feng Ji.

Feng Ji lowered his head to look at the place where he felt a dull pain, took the elevator downstairs in silence, stepped into the room, and opened the wardrobe roughly.

Pajamas, underwear, shirts, T-shirts.

Pieces of clothes that did not belong to him were dug out and held tightly in his hands.

However, as time passed, he still could not get any relief.

He had clearly used these things to help him achieve results even after a long time, but now he couldn't reach that critical point no matter what.

Feng Ji lowered his head and looked at the wrinkled pajamas in his hands, his face gloomy.

He only slept with Qi Yu once, but his threshold was raised so much.

Could it be that if Qi Yu rejects him in the future, he will be deprived of the right to do it himself?

Suddenly, a sea of ​​regret almost drowned Feng Ji.

He shouldn't have agreed to the three rules so readily.

At least the second one shouldn't.

Now, he just wants to do it.

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The author has something to say: Mr. Feng: The decision on this relationship is in my hands

Meet the cub: Go out

Mr. Feng (holding it in until it explodes): qaq wife please treat me well

[Rainbow fart][Rainbow fart] Share a funny thing that happened while coding today (it can be considered a funny thing). When writing about the two of them eating each other's lips, there is such a description: [Occasionally, I accidentally slip into the gap between their lips and lick the wet tender flesh, which will arouse a surprised gasp from the person in my arms]

What was sent out was [tender] meat, but I was typing on my phone, and the nine-square grid automatically popped up [braised] meat for me, and then I wrote it down. When I found it, I felt that they were not eating, but stirring the big spoon in the kitchen [melted]