Chapter 50: The truth is revealed and old pajamas are found in the closet

Ever since Qi Yu and Feng Ji's relationship was exposed to his roommates, the group often gossiped about their daily love life, and Jiang Yichuan was the most enthusiastic among them.

But Qi Yu could also understand. After all, although Jiang Yichuan was a straight man and only had girlfriends, he would secretly read BL novels.

This person has a strong ability to adapt. As long as he thinks the plot is good, he can stick with it no matter whether the official pairing is bg, bl, gl, or gb.

Qi Yu sometimes saw him gossiping about himself and Feng Ji's daily life in the group chat until he almost fainted. He always felt that he could chat with the girls in the secretariat...

However, Jiang Yichuan had seen too many melodramatic dramas about the love-hate entanglements between wealthy and powerful CEOs, so he always had a slight worry about the love between Qi Yu and Feng Ji, two powerful CEOs.

for example--

Jiang Yichuan: [Yuzi, although you and Mr. Feng are very sweet, do you think there's a scenario where Mr. Feng's mother finds out about your relationship one day, secretly finds you, writes you a check, and asks you how much it will cost to leave her son?]

Jiang Yichuan: [For example, a domineering CEO like him would definitely attend some wealthy banquets. Would there be a scheming waitress who would deliberately spill wine on him, and then you would see it and misunderstand it, and then you would play out a hundred or eighty chapters of the wife-chasing crematorium?]

Jiang Yichuan: [For example...]

Fang Kaize: [You're nothing but a piece of shit. Can you just hope for good things between Yu Zai and Mr. Feng? If you keep babbling, I'll kick you out of the group.]

Sun Yizhou: [The most important thing for you right now is to uninstall Jinjiang Wenxue City from your phone]

Jiang Yichuan: [Miyane Miyane Kajima]

Qi Yu couldn't understand Jiang Yichuan's train of thought, but there was indeed such a thing as a "rich family banquet" recently.

The CEO of Yaoxing Media recently had a baby girl. This Saturday, a full-moon banquet will be held at Zhou's private club, and invitations have been sent to Feng Ji and Zhou Jiacheng.

Since this banquet was non-commercial, only Feng Ji was invited. Although the invitation specifically stated that family members could be brought in, Qi Yu and Feng Ji had not yet officially announced their relationship, and Feng Ji had always been single to the outside world, so Yaoxing Media originally only wanted to invite Feng Ji.

The two companies had business dealings before, so Feng Ji had to attend the other boss's daughter's full-moon banquet as a courtesy, but he didn't want to be separated from Qi Yu, so he tentatively asked Qi Yu if he was willing to accompany him as a family member.

Of course, he was ruthlessly rejected by Qi Yu.

"Didn't I tell you that if you want to make it official you have to wait until the new series is released and sales are stable. I don't want our affairs to affect the company's projects. If I really go with you, wouldn't it be obvious to everyone that I'm with you? How is that different from an official announcement?"

Qi Yu reprimanded him sternly, "You need to put the overall situation first and stop being so love-brained, okay?"

Assistant Qi's ambition for his career outweighs his personal feelings, and his status in the family is even higher. Feng Ji is afraid that he will be angry, and although he is unwilling, he still doesn't dare to persuade him, for fear that Qi will get impatient and go back to his own home to sleep.

In the end, Feng Ji could only go to this banquet with Zhou Jiacheng.

Feng Ji seldom attends banquets, but every time he decides to go to a date, Qi Yu will arrange his clothes and accessories for that day. Occasionally, if his hairstyle requires it, Qi Yu will style it for him personally.

Qi Yu learned these skills by himself in a short period of time after joining the company by hiring a teacher. After all, he is a personal assistant and has to help his boss solve problems at work, and he cannot neglect his life either.

When Qi Yu had matched Feng Ji's clothes and started to comb his hair, Zhou Jiacheng arrived. Without even putting down the comb in his hand, he opened the door for him.

This was the first time Qi Yu and Feng Ji met Zhou Jiacheng after they got together. Zhou Jiacheng seemed very excited, "Assistant Qi! Long time no see. Did Feng Ji give you the red envelope I asked him to give you? The one to congratulate you on your marriage!"

Qi Yu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Feng Ji who was standing behind him, not daring to move for fear of messing up his hair. "Red envelope?"

Feng Ji then remembered that he had forgotten to give Qi Yu a red envelope from Zhou Jiacheng.

After Qi Yu agreed to his confession, Feng Ji entered a state of ecstasy. Every day, apart from going to work, he would hug Qi Yu and hang out together, completely forgetting about the money.

Zhou Jiacheng tsk-tsk twice, "What do you mean, bro? You don't like the little money I gave you! If you don't want to give it to me, just return the money and I'll give it to Qi Yu myself!"

Feng Ji ignored his yelling, picked up his cell phone from the table beside him, and transferred the money to Qi Yu in no time.

Qi Yu glanced at the message and saw that Feng Ji had transferred 99999 to him, which was a number full of sincerity.

He looked at Zhou Jiacheng and curled his eyes at him, "Thank you."

Qi Yusheng was really good-looking. After being with Feng Ji, she looked more... charming than before. Her gentle smile was like the bright early spring after the ice and snow melted, which immediately dazzled Zhou Jiacheng's eyes.

He is a straight man and has met many male celebrities, but this is the first time he has been amazed by the smile of a same-sex person. He couldn't help but think in his heart, no wonder Feng Ji was so easily taken advantage of, who can resist this guy?

How does the saying go, the special assistant will act like a spoiled child, and the president's spirit will wander.

What's more, if Qi Yu didn't act coquettishly, Feng Ji's soul would be gone.

Before he could recover from his simple admiration for Qi Tezhu's appearance, Feng Ji's sinister voice rang in his ears, "Zhou Jiacheng, what are you looking at?"

Zhou Jiacheng woke up as if from a dream. When he turned around, he met Feng Ji's sinister and dark gaze. It sent a chill down his spine, and he spoke hastily, "I'm straight! I like women! I'm straight! I like women!"

Qi Yu: “…”

Qi Yu: "Ignore him. Mr. Zhou, please sit wherever you want. There are food and drinks in the refrigerator. Just help yourself to whatever you want."

Zhou Jiacheng hurried down the stairs, strolled to the refrigerator and got himself a piece of ice cream mochi.

Qi Yu returned to Feng Ji and continued the steps that had just been interrupted.

Feng Ji has a very good T-zone, a straight nose, high brow bones, and deep eye sockets. His eyebrows overshadow his eyes, which is one of the signs that he looks tough. His face has sharp lines, which suits a hairstyle that exposes all his facial features.

Qi Yu simply slicked his hair back for him, paired a black suit with a burgundy shirt, and wore a swan brooch with eyes and rubies on his chest. He exuded the charm of a mature man.

Holding the man's face and turning it left and right, Qi Yu nodded with satisfaction.

Although her boyfriend is fierce, he is still handsome. The body he has built from lifting weights every day is perfect for a suit. He has broad shoulders and long legs, and his hormones are so strong that they seem to be overflowing.

Feng Ji knew from his expression that Qi Yu liked his appearance after he had dressed up. If he asked for a kiss at this moment, Qi Yu would definitely agree without hesitation.

But... Zhou Jiacheng is here.

Not only was she there, she was also holding the ice cream glutinous rice cake and looking at him. Qi Yu was shy, so how could he possibly agree to get close to him in front of a third person?

I should have let Zhou Jiacheng wait for him downstairs. What an eyesore.

Facing his brother's disdain, Zhou Jiacheng turned a blind eye. He took a bite of the glutinous rice cake, chewing it in his mouth, his tone full of envy, and said vaguely: "Handsome bro, like a star. Did Qi Tezhu also match this outfit for you?"

Feng Ji nodded with a sour face.

Zhou Jiacheng suddenly became even more envious, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Qi Yu. "Assistant Qi, you're amazing! You can match clothes and do styling. Isn't your main job an assistant? How come you can also do the work of a stylist?"

"I learned it when I first started working." Qi Yu seemed very calm in the face of his praise. It was obvious that he had been praised so much that he no longer felt any ripples in his heart. "I'm a personal assistant. It's convenient to learn it. It can save a lot of time."

You know, rich people’s time is very precious. Instead of communicating with a stylist, it’s better to pray for yourself.

He knew Feng Ji too well, and the results always satisfied him.

Zhou Jiacheng looked at Feng Ji with envy and hatred, "It's great to have an all-round assistant. I also want to hire a good assistant like Qi, so I don't have to worry about those trivial matters in the future."

Feng Ji raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "There's everything in dreams."

Zhou Jiacheng wanted to throw the glutinous rice cake in his face.

"You sit outside for a while. I have something to talk to Qi Yu about. We'll leave in ten minutes."

Feng Ji stood up, straightened his suit, and after giving Zhou Jiacheng some instructions, he pulled Qi Yu, who looked puzzled, into the bedroom.

Zhou Jiacheng watched the two of them leave, his gaze following all the way to the master bedroom door, and was finally blocked outside by the door that was suddenly closed.

If it wasn't an illusion, he seemed to hear the sound of Feng Ji locking the door.

Zhou Jiacheng: “…”

What shameful thing is he doing that requires him to avoid him?

Inside the room, Qi Yu looked at Feng Ji with a puzzled expression, "What do you want to tell me?"

"It's nothing. I'm saying this to Zhou Jiacheng." Feng Ji released Qi Yu's hand and instead grasped the young man's round shoulders hidden under his thin shirt. With anticipation in his eyes, he expressed his request, "Wife, I want a kiss."

“…”

It turns out that he was addicted to kissing. No wonder he had to lock the door after entering the room.

Qi Yu originally wanted to refuse. After all, there was only an hour left before the banquet started. Calculating the distance, Feng Ji would have to go out soon.

But this person had just finished his styling, and both his hairstyle and clothes were matched by Qi Yu himself. It can be said that he completely met Qi Yu's aesthetic point. When the words of refusal met Feng Ji's pleading eyes, somehow they began to be out of Qi Yu's control.

"You can kiss, but not for too long."

"Not long." Feng Ji had already made preparations. The second after he agreed, he lowered his head and kissed the soft lips he had coveted for a long time. A vague answer came out of his lips, "Just kiss for ten minutes... no more..."

Most of the time when they kissed, except when Qi Yu took the initiative to kiss and would step on his heels, Feng Ji would lower his head in other cases, and this time was no exception.

Qi Yu hugged her boyfriend's strong waist hidden under his suit, and her nose was filled with the man's faint cold fragrance.

Sometimes when he felt comfortable being kissed, he would unconsciously let out a few sweet and soft nasal sounds, which sounded like the humming of a kitten to Feng Ji's ears, so cute that it made his heart tremble.

Then Qi Yu would be kissed even tighter, and even his eyelashes would be wet with tears from such a sticky kiss.

I don’t know how long it took, but in a daze, Qi Yu seemed to hear Zhou Jiacheng’s urging voice outside the house.

He raised his hand and pushed Feng Ji's chest, "You should go..."

Feng Ji reluctantly released his lips, and before leaving, he pecked those bright red lips twice tenderly, whispering, "Wife, I'll come back to you as soon as the banquet is over."

"I understand. Let's go." Qi Yu urged the large clingy spirit to go out, but he only sent the man to the door before stopping. "You go out by yourself."

His lips were naturally light in color, but they would turn red and swollen every time he kissed, which was particularly obvious. When Zhou Jiacheng saw what they had done in the room, he knew it at a glance.

Although Zhou Jiacheng could probably guess whether he would go out or not, at least he wouldn't have to face the embarrassment if he didn't go out.

Feng Ji is thick-skinned, so let him take responsibility for this matter.

There were two people when they entered the master bedroom, but only Feng Ji was left when they came out. Zhou Jiacheng looked left and right, and finally his eyes stopped on Feng Ji's lips, which were obviously darker than before.

He narrowed his eyes. Although he had a guess in his mind, he still changed the question to a more tactful one, "Did Qi Yu put lipstick on you in the ten minutes since you two came into the room?"

Feng Ji was too lazy to go down the stairs, so he didn't even look at him and said directly, "No, I'm kissing my wife."

Zhou Jiacheng: “???”

Zhou Jiacheng: "Don't you even pretend?"

Feng Ji curled his lips and said, "Next time, you should wait downstairs, so that Qi Yu and I don't have to go to the room just to kiss."

Zhou Jiacheng: “…”

This lustful bastard, I really want to give him an elbow!

…

After Feng Ji left, Qi Yu was the only one left at home.

In the first week after they officially got together, Feng Ji persuaded Qi Yu to move down from the upstairs by pestering her, and she finally lived the cohabitation life she had always dreamed of.

However, when Qi Yu came to live here, he only brought some daily necessities and a few sets of clothes that he often wore. As for the rest, Feng Ji simply replaced them all with new ones.

In the mostly empty cloakroom, a clothing stylist had prepared dozens of new sets of clothes and shoes according to Qi Yu's size, so there was no need to move a lot of things up and down.

Qi Yu walked out of the bedroom only after hearing the sound of a door closing outside and Zhou Jiacheng's cursing becoming quieter and quieter.

He was wearing loose and comfortable home clothes and cream-colored slippers. He looked as relaxed as a lazy cat, nestling in his favorite corner of the sofa.

Ever since he moved in, there has been a soft and thick cat-head pillow in this position, which is very suitable for leaning on or half-lying down to do one's own things while resting.

Leaning in the familiar position, Qi Yu skillfully curled up his long legs, raised his arms and started browsing his phone.

There were many more messages popping up in the dormitory group than usual, as if something had happened. I just scrolled past a message from Sun Yizhou, which was written in harsh words, as if he was criticizing someone.

Qi Yu was afraid that there might be a quarrel within the dormitory, so he frowned and clicked on the button.

He scrolled to the message that started the topic and began to browse through it one by one.

Fang Kaize: [Brothers, let me tell you something. I might be out of a job (withered)]

Jiang Yichuan: [? ? ? ? ]

Jiang Yichuan: [What's going on, Kaizi? This is too sudden!]

Sun Yizhou: [What's going on? Did your company lay off employees?]

Sun Yizhou: [Tell me what you want to say. Don't worry. We'll help you find a solution.]

Fang Kaize: [Didn't I tell you that my boss is quite an idiot? He's always trying to pua us, and he seems a bit of an NPD personality. Last time, on a project, he insisted on inserting someone into our team with his own agenda. He did, but that person relied on his connections to do nothing and even harassed the female employees in our team. I couldn't stand it and scolded him. I guess he complained to my idiot boss. This time, they laid off employees in retaliation, and they put me on the list.]

Fang Kaize: [The layoff list hasn't been announced yet. A friend in the HR department told me about it secretly.]

Jiang Yichuan: [Using public office to settle personal grudges is disgusting. You were fired despite your excellent performance. It's so hard to find a job these days. This crappy company will go bankrupt sooner or later.]

Sun Yizhou: [It's outrageous! Compared to your boss, my boss doesn't seem that ugly!]

Further down, there is the familiar formula of several people scolding the boss.

After Qi Yu finished reading the entire chat history, Fang Kaize's latest news also popped up.

Fang Kaize: [I feel much better after ranting to you guys. Anyway, if he fires me, let him fire me. If he doesn't give me compensation, I'll go to arbitration. With my work ability, finding a new job is easy.]

Fang Kaize: [Chinese New Year is just a few months away. At worst, I can go back home and help my parents take care of the orchard. It's not a big deal.]

Jiang Yichuan: [I've forgotten you're a second-generation Apple user]

Sun Yizhou: [If you become rich and powerful, don’t forget me]

That being said, everyone knows that going back to their hometown will definitely not lead to better development than in Beijing.

Qi Yu spoke at the right time: "Lawyer Liu from Feng's legal department is very good at handling lawsuits. If you need any help, please let me know @方凯泽."

Qi Yu: [Don’t worry about the new job. If you need anything, please let me know. I’ll cover it for you.]

Fang Kaize was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes: [Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu, Yuzi, with your words, I'm not afraid of anything. You're now my biggest connection in Beijing.]

Sun Yizhou: [Yuzi, you are my god]

Jiang Yichuan: [With Yuzai backing you up, Kaizi, feel free to fight your stupid boss!]

They all knew in their hearts that when Qi Yu said he would cover the bottom, he really meant it. It was not just empty talk or verbal consolation. How could they not feel at ease?

Fang Kaize: [But I'm confident I can find a better company on my own. If that doesn't work out, I'll come find you @Qiyu]

Pray for an encounter: [(hug) (hug)]

Fang Kaize was the person who helped Qi Yu the most during their college years. Now that he has problems at work, Qi Yu absolutely cannot sit idly by.

Fang Kaize is very capable, eloquent, responsible, and a social expert. He will be a rare talent in any company. He only needs to act as a matchmaker, and naturally there will be a cooperative company that sees Fang Kaize's shining points.

Zhou Jiacheng just said that he wanted to hire an assistant. Fang Kaize studied the same major as him in college, so he is very qualified for this position.

Judging from the personalities of these two people, it would be easy for them to get along well with each other...

But there is no rush about this matter, everything still has to wait for Fang Caize's reply.

Not long after comforting Fang Kaize, Qi Yu received news from Feng Ji.

He and Zhou Jiacheng had already entered the banquet hall, and the banquet would officially begin in a moment.

Feng Ji was accompanied by Qi Yu at every banquet he attended before. Knowing how long a dinner party would take, he did not wait intentionally. Instead, he planned to go back to his room and sleep for a few hours.

Although it was ostensibly to celebrate the baby's full month, with so many business celebrities invited, the topic could not help but turn to project negotiations, and drinking was inevitable.

With Zhou Jiacheng around, Qi Yu was not worried about Feng Ji getting drunk. What worried him was that Feng Ji would come back after drinking and act like a hooligan, which would cause trouble until very late.

Just in case, Qi Yu planned to take a nap to recharge his energy.

He really didn't want to experience again the situation where he was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyelids and was just about to fall asleep, but was suddenly drilled into the deepest part and woke up with a whimper.

The master bedroom was gradually filled with the scent of soothing incense. Qi Yu turned off his phone, lay on his side on the bed, and slowly closed his eyes.

…

"A lot of people came today, and my stomach is upset because of all the drinking."

Zhou Jiacheng held the cup of pear juice he had just taken from the waiter's tray and drank half of it in one gulp.

"You're just going to stand here and do nothing? I see a lot of people here are eager to make a move, rushing to curry favor with you."

Feng Ji was texting Qi Yu with his head down, and he didn't even look up when he heard this. "When will the party end?"

"How would I know?" Zhou Jiacheng finished the remaining half of his glass and smacked his lips. "Of course, the host has to be satisfied with the conversation before we leave. But this is fine. After all, we're renting this place out at my club. If we stay overtime, we'll have to pay extra. So, I'm not losing out anyway."

No one replied to the message he sent, and Feng Ji became anxious. He wanted to call Qi Yu, but he was afraid that Qi Yu was resting and would disturb him.

Aside, Zhou Jiacheng was still chattering to himself. One of them lowered his head to send a message, while the other was talking to himself. No one noticed a waiter approaching from the right, holding a red wine glass.

The closer he got, the more unsteady the waiter's steps became, but his staggering was very deliberate, and his acting was not much better than that of a scammer trying to scam people on the street.

It wasn't until the other party came within two meters of them that Zhou Jiacheng, who had been looking up but with his eyes wandering, finally noticed that something was wrong with the waiter. He suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted, "Stop, stop, stop, what are you doing?!"

It was because of his roar that Feng Ji finally looked up from his phone screen.

But it was too late. The waiter staggered with the red wine glass in his hand, tripping over his left foot and rushing towards Feng Ji.

Feng Ji's heart was filled with alarm and he quickly stepped back, but there was a wall behind him. He avoided the waiter's body but could not avoid the flying red wine in the waiter's hand.

With a splash, the cup of wine splashed right onto the man's chest, covering his entire body from his lining to his suit jacket.

Zhou Jiacheng: "Fuck!!!"

His shout attracted the attention of everyone around him. When they saw who the disheveled man was, they immediately swarmed over him.

"What happened? Isn't this President Feng?!"

"Boss Feng?! What happened?"

"Who was so blind as to spill wine all over Mr. Feng?"

"Is Mr. Feng okay?"

In this kind of situation, if it were anyone else, they would have burst into tears. However, the waiter didn't seem afraid at all. Instead, he timidly walked over to Feng Ji, revealing half of his pretty face. He stammered, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I'll compensate you for this dress. There are so many people here. Shall I take you upstairs to change clothes first?"

Feng Ji looked at the clothes that Qi Yu had carefully matched for him, which were now stained with red wine, and his face looked very ugly.

But the culprit came over with a pretentious look on his face and tried to pull him. Feng Ji suddenly raised his hand. He was tall and strong, and his action was fierce and terrifying. The waiter was frightened by his action and screamed, took two steps back and sat directly on the ground.

A middle-aged man in the crowd, who had originally had a look of "it's done" on his face, became anxious upon seeing this and quickly stepped forward to say, "Boss Feng, this waiter is ignorant. Don't be angry. Let him take you upstairs to change clothes. Consider it a way of redeeming his sin."

Upon hearing this, the waiter quickly responded, "Yes, there's a lounge upstairs. Mr. Feng, let's go."

As he said this, he tried to pull Feng Ji's sleeve, but Zhou Jiacheng grabbed his wrist.

Zhou Jiacheng's expression was indescribable. "You're not a kid. Have you read too many domineering CEO novels and lost your mind? It's 2025, why are you still using such outdated tactics? Did you travel from 2005?"

The waiter's face suddenly turned pale and his eyes kept drifting towards the middle-aged man.

Zhou Jiacheng said coldly, "This matter will be investigated thoroughly. If you were truly careless, just compensate for the price of the clothes. If this was all planned, you won't be able to escape. Go, go, take him away and keep him under guard."

This club was owned by the Zhou family, and the other employees working there naturally knew this young Mr. Zhou. Upon hearing the order, two young and strong security guards immediately came up and dragged the staggering waiter away.

The farce here eventually attracted the host of the banquet. The boss of Yaoxing Entertainment pushed through the crowd and hurriedly walked up to Feng Ji. Seeing that the other party was splashed with wine at the banquet he hosted, he didn't care about anything else and immediately bowed to apologize.

"Boss Feng, I'm so sorry, Boss Feng, I didn't expect this to happen. I'll have someone take you to the lounge upstairs and change you into clean clothes right away!"

"I'm sorry, it's my negligence, please don't blame me."

Feng Ji waved his hand and said, "No need. I'll have my assistant bring the clothes. After you change, you can continue to attend the banquet."

The Yaoxing Entertainment boss hurriedly said, "Okay, then I'll have someone take you upstairs."

Zhou Jiacheng interrupted, "No need, I'll take him there. Everyone, go home, eat and drink well, and let this little incident go. It's over now."

There was a burst of responses from all around, and soon they dispersed one by one.

Zhou Jiacheng accompanied Feng Ji on the elevator to the upper floors. Seeing his miserable state, he gloated, "You're getting better now, like the boss in the melodramatic novel who got splashed with red wine."

Feng Ji glared at him unhappily, said nothing, picked up his phone and called the person he had been thinking about all night.

Qi Yu didn't come with him today because he didn't want to expose the fact that they were in love. But now his clothes were dirty, so it made sense for him to ask Qi Yu, his assistant, to bring him some new clothes and then let Qi Yu stay to accompany him to the party.

The annoyance he had originally felt at being schemed against turned into the joy of seeing his wife soon. As soon as the call was connected, he said in a wronged tone, "Wife, are you free now? There was an accident at the party and my clothes are dirty. Can you send me some clothes? I'll ask the driver to pick you up at home."

Zhou Jiacheng got goosebumps when he heard this.

Qi Yu on the other end had been lying in bed for a long time but couldn't fall asleep, so when he received Feng Ji's call, he nodded and agreed without thinking.

Qi Yu planned to ask the specific reason why the clothes were dirty when he got there. After hanging up the phone, he changed out of his home clothes and got up to get clothes for Feng Ji in the closet.

According to Feng Ji, a large area of ​​his clothes was stained, even his underwear was affected.

The haute couture suits are in the cloakroom, but the underwear is in the closet in the room.

Qi Yu's clothes are all hung in the cloakroom, so Qi Yu has never opened this closet in all the time he has lived here.

He stood in front of the wardrobe, grasped the handle with both hands, and pulled it outwards. The entire cabinet was completely revealed to Qi Yu.

The closet is not messy, every piece of clothing is neatly folded, and you can even see a few unopened new pairs of underwear.

I just don’t know where Feng Ji put his old underwear.

Qi Yu felt that if it was underwear, it should be placed in the drawer below.

He squatted down and opened the first drawer.

It was socks, and he closed it again.

There are only two drawers in the cabinet. If it's not in the first one, then it must be in the second one.

So he reached down again and opened the second door.

As soon as I opened it, I saw the familiar fabric I was looking for inside.

Qi Yu picked up the one on top and pulled it upwards.

The underwear flew into the air.

Along with the underwear, a pair of shorts that were folded into a small piece also flew into the air. Because of his movements, they gradually unfolded in the air.

The moment he saw the pants, Qi Yu's mind went blank for a moment.

This color,

Looks a little familiar.

This touch,

It seems like I've touched it somewhere.

There was only one bedside spotlight in the room, and Qi Yu's body blocked most of the light.

With the light behind him, he might have seen it wrong.

Qi Yu turned around and walked to the bed, turning on all the lights in the room.

The lights came on, he took a deep breath, and spread the pants out in front of him.

When he saw it clearly, Qi Yu widened his eyes in shock.

Aren't these the pajamas from that old set of pajamas he threw away long ago?

How did this pair of old pajamas that were taken away by the cleaning lady end up in Feng Ji’s closet?

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The author has something to say: Mr. Feng, who is far away in the club: I will see my wife soon, so happy

77 who discovered the clue: [anger][anger][anger][anger][anger][anger]

Does anyone remember this old pajamas? It appeared in the previous chapter [glasses]

(Tonight I ordered roasted sweet potato skins and I ate three of them by myself. I got so tired that I won’t eat them again for the next week [hug] Fate really plays a trick on me, greedy pig.)