Chapter 23 Resignation He slept with Feng Ji???
As the night deepened, the shadows of the trees, blown by the night wind, were cast on the pedestrians on the sidewalk, creating a layer of flickering reflections.
There were many residents out for a walk at this time, walking slowly in groups of three or four towards the end of the old street. However, there was one person walking in a completely opposite direction to the main group. He was tall and walked very quickly. He was holding a thin figure in his arms, with a cold expression, and looked as if he was angry.
The passers-by were shocked by the man's terrifying aura and they all parted to both sides, leaving a clear path for him to move forward.
Seeing the man walking away, a pair of sisters holding snacks in their hands stopped, looked at his back which was getting farther and farther away, and started talking in a low voice with their heads touching.
"So handsome, but he seems a little familiar. I tried to think about it for a long time but couldn't remember who it was."
"He's so handsome, but also so fierce..."
"Just now, I was so scared when I walked past him that I couldn't breathe. What do you think made him so angry?"
"I'm not sure... but I saw him holding someone in his arms. Although I couldn't see their face, it felt so intimate. Like a princess hug..."
"It feels like...a couple had a fight?"
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The elevator number kept climbing up, and in the narrow space, only rapid breathing sounds could be heard.
The moment he stepped into the elevator, Feng Ji felt that the person in his arms had regained consciousness. The face that had been quietly buried in his chest moved, but the movement was very small. If Feng Ji had not been focusing on Qi Yu, he would probably have hardly noticed it.
But just as the elevator stopped at the eleventh floor, the person who was originally considered well-behaved clutched the man's clothes on his chest and twisted his body restlessly, as if trying to break free from his arms.
This little resistance was like a kitten scratching its itch to Feng Ji. He hugged the person tightly with one hand and quickly entered the password with the other. In a short while, he carried the person and placed him on the leather sofa in the living room.
Without the man's restraint, Qi Yu seemed to feel even more uncomfortable. He turned his head around and his hands began to tear at his collar restlessly.
Feng Ji looked down at the young man's actions, and his mind couldn't help but recall the scene in the bar just now where Qi Yu was pulled by other men.
Qi Yu was obviously drunk, and he found it difficult to even resist the man's actions. He stumbled forward and was pulled towards the door that was forgotten by the bustling crowd.
There are many people picking up corpses in the bar, and there are even more people with bad intentions.
If he hadn't come tonight...
If he hadn't come tonight...
Feng Ji felt his blood boiling just thinking about the consequences, and his hands couldn't stop shaking from the anger and fear in his heart.
The man squatted down, staring at the beautiful face filled with confusion and impatience, with depression gathering in his chest. He suddenly raised his hand, and with his bony fingers, he pinched the young man's soft and hot cheek, hooked his chin and lifted his face upwards.
Qi Yu's face was pinched, and her lips were pouting slightly as the force pulled them inward. As she got closer, she could almost smell the sweet aroma of wine stains on her lips.
This sweet smell made Feng Ji feel dizzy with anger.
"What did you promise me last time? You must tell me when you go out next time."
"You can't drink so badly, why do you sneak to the bar by yourself?"
"Why don't you come to me if you want to drink? Why don't you go to your roommate? Why do you have to go to a place like that?"
"What would you have done if I hadn't come with you?"
His tone was more ferocious than ever before, and Qi Yu trembled noticeably under his repeated questioning.
However, although the confused person felt fear instinctively, he had no idea how to answer him.
The young man's lips parted slightly, and the breath he exhaled was obviously hot. He instinctively grabbed the man's hand that was pinching his cheek, and his voice changed when he spoke, "It's hot... uncomfortable..."
He must be in great pain, because his voice seemed to contain some unbearable crying, which was even sweeter than the wine stains left in his mouth.
The anger in his heart paused slightly, and Feng Ji realized belatedly that something was wrong with Qi Yu.
In the past, when Qi Yu was drunk, he always behaved very well and did whatever he was told to do. He was never like this now. His whole body was hot and his body was twisting uncontrollably. His beautiful eyes were watery under the glasses, and he looked aroused in a way that Feng Ji had never seen before.
Staring at the increasingly confused expression of the person under him, the man seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly reached down, and the moment he touched the young man, he whimpered and curled up like a cooked shrimp.
Sure enough, it wasn't just drunkenness, there was probably something unclean in the wine.
Wherever his palm touched, it was burning hot, and the man's eyes were red.
His rationality seemed to suddenly return at this moment. He stared at the young man's red cheeks for a moment, felt the friction of the fabric on both sides of his arms, and looked down.
The two straight long legs hidden under the trousers seemed to be still trembling slightly, but they still clamped his exploring arm as hard as possible, as if to prevent him from moving further, or as if they could not bear the discomfort and kept him from pulling away.
According to Qi Yu's current situation, Feng Ji reasonably believed that the answer to this multiple-choice question must be the latter.
With a scoop of his free big hand, the person who was originally lying in a mess on the sofa changed his position, with his back leaning against the man's muscular chest and his butt sitting on his hard thighs.
This posture was not very comfortable. Qi Yu was wearing trousers made of wide fabric today, which were tightly wrapped around his tender legs, causing a particularly noticeable stinging sensation.
He felt uncomfortable and tried to pull it out, but it wouldn't budge. All kinds of unbearable emotions enveloped him, and he was so anxious that he was gasping for breath.
Feng Ji took just one look and then raised his hand to grab the belt that was locked tightly in front of his lower abdomen.
With a lift and a flip, there was a "click" sound, and the belt that bound Qi Yu was untied. The metal buckle touched the marble floor, making a ding sound.
Freed from the stiff fabric, the two jade-like long legs finally regained their freedom, leaving only the pure white fabric sticking to the skin as the final cover.
The effect of the medicine seemed to have completely erupted as time went by. Qi Yu felt like he had a high fever all over his body, and the feeling of emptiness followed him like a shadow, almost driving him crazy.
The young man's hands were tightly clasped on the man's thighs, and he kicked his legs wildly, tears falling down his face. Two drops of tears were stuck on his glasses, rolling down as he moved, leaving several obvious water marks.
Just by looking at Qi Yu's reaction, Feng Ji could guess how much drugs that person had put in the wine. To this extent, if he didn't vent it out, it would definitely cause irreparable damage to his body.
And now, he is the only one who can help Qi Yu.
In the huge living room, the air conditioner was turned on very low, and the rumbling sound of the air outlet could be vaguely heard, but the two people inside had a thin layer of sweat on their bodies, and every breath they exhaled was burning hot.
The young man who was held tightly in his arms struggled wildly, his hair on his temples wet with sweat, and a blush spread across his pale face, making him look both beautiful and bewitching.
The man hugged him tightly, and the two of them clung to each other as closely as conjoined twins.
“Woo… woo…”
The sticky sobbing sound floated out from between the lips that were breathing out hot air. The young man's eyes, which were filled with water, lost focus and stared at the ceiling blankly.
Until the tear in the eye socket suddenly dripped, a sound like pain and joy began to emerge from the depths of the throat, and the chin was raised, like a taut bowstring, drawing a thrilling arc.
"Uh...ha...no, ugh!"
"No, what?" The man served him attentively, his lips close to the young man's ear, rubbing the delicate, pink auricle. "You say one thing and mean another. You're shaking like this. You must be very submissive, right?"
Qi Yu was so exhausted that he couldn't speak. The strong effect of the drug hit his already limited rational defenses. Tears fell uncontrollably, "pat pat" landing on the man's strong arms. His sobbing and tongue-tied expression didn't look like the usual aloof and cold Assistant Qi at all.
So beautiful, yet so pitiful.
The rising anger was gradually replaced by love and infatuation. Feng Ji kissed from the earlobe all the way to the cheek. His high nose bridge pushed the soft cheek flesh inward. With every breath he took, he could smell the alluring fragrance that belonged to Qi Yu.
At this moment, he didn't need to hide his thoughts as usual, and he didn't want to hide them at all.
The man kissed the young man's red earlobe again and again, and licked the soft earlobe with the tip of his tongue, as if he was tasting some delicious delicacy, leaving wet marks.
Qi Yu was trembling helplessly. Every time the man's tongue touched him, he would let out a difficult sob, which sounded so good that people wanted to bully him all the time.
Feng Ji pinched the person's waist, which felt very good in his hands, and hugged her tighter. There seemed to be fire burning in his dark eyes.
It was obvious that he was not the one who was drugged, but his breathing was heavier than the person in his arms who was drugged.
Maybe it was because he was too close to Qi Yu just now, and he breathed in the remaining medicine in the other's mouth, so he also felt burning with desire and unbearable heat.
Feng Ji greedily and vigorously absorbed Qi Yu's scent. He spoke as if he had secretly called Qi Yu from behind countless times, his voice unusually hoarse, "It smells so good, baby. How can it be so fragrant..."
"I love the smell of you. Can you let me hold you like this and smell you forever?"
"Qi Yu...baby..."
His praise lingered in Qi Yu's ears, and his courageous deeds never stopped.
The strong and powerful hands were hidden in the shadow of the thin cloth, and the long and thick fingers were gathered into a tight circle, like a sticky snake that drilled into the mountains and forests, entwining the person in the arms and causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
"Why are you crying again?" Feng Ji kissed away the tears on his cheeks and sighed, "Is the baby made of water..."
Qi Yu's tears suddenly flowed even more violently, her teeth clenched her lips, her body suddenly shuddered, her whole body went limp, and she kept sliding down from Feng Ji's arms.
Feng Ji held Qi Yu's armpits like he was holding a child, allowing him to sit steadily on his abdominal muscles.
Qi Yu could not quite feel the change in their posture at this moment. White light flashed before his eyes. He slowly opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but the moment he opened his mouth, he only spoke in a low voice with a changed tone.
That little bit of help was not enough to calm the effects of the medicine. Noticing that the person in his arms began to tremble again, Feng Ji simply pinched the person's waist and turned Qi Yu over.
Facing each other at such a close distance, Feng Ji could see the subtle changes on Qi Yu's face clearly.
There was a pool of tears in her misty eyes, and traces of tears that had not yet dried up remained on her palm-sized face. Her red lips were stained with shiny saliva, which made people salivate at the sight of it.
The usually aloof and reserved person showing this kind of expression in front of him was like an aphrodisiac to Feng Ji, and it made his blood boil.
His eyes darkened gradually, Feng Ji raised his hand and took off the troublesome glasses from Qi Yu's face.
His vision suddenly became blurred, and a feeling of unease immediately swept over Qi Yu's body. He reflexively wanted to take back his glasses, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, it was tightly wrapped by another bigger hand.
"Isn't it uncomfortable?" the man asked.
It’s uncomfortable, of course it’s uncomfortable.
It felt like ants were crawling on his body, like there was fire burning on his body. The itch all over his limbs made Qi Yu forget about his glasses that were taken away. He couldn't help but move closer, wanting that hand to help him again, to help him relieve the torturous pain in his body once again.
He gasped, grabbed the man's big hand and pressed it against his ripe face.
"It's... it's so uncomfortable... help me..."
His Adam's apple rolled up and down as Feng Ji leaned in close, nose to nose, nuzzling intimately. His voice was hoarse and gentle, "I'm happy to help you, but baby, how do you want me to help you? You have to tell me, then I'll know how..."
Qi Yu didn't know how to help specifically. He was no longer sensitive to questions. He only remembered the action that relieved his pain not long ago, so he grabbed the hand on his cheek and followed suit to move it to his lower abdomen.
The soft belly was covered by the big palm, bringing with it layers of refreshing aftertaste.
Staring at the blurry face of the man in his field of vision, Qi Yu's voice was trembling.
"I want you to... touch, touch me."
"It hurts so much, please touch me..."
The hand that was stroking the belly changed direction the moment the words fell, and the palm of his hand supported the tip of the hip and picked up the person horizontally. After a short and sticky exclamation, the man strode towards the bedroom.
The drug is so effective that even Qi Yu, who is the most thin-skinned, can say such an invitation. What's the point of just touching it? Can Qi Yu feel good?
The young man, who was burning with heat, was carried into the room by the tall man. Feng Ji took off his pants, which had been hanging on his feet after losing the belt, and grabbed them tightly, throwing them impatiently next to the bedside table.
The young man was placed on the two-meter-wide bed. The man untied his belt and walked towards the door. He exerted some strength and pushed the door open.
The door closed with a crisp "click".
The hot intimacy of the second half of the night was locked inside.
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The night was bright and the stars were sparse, with only a few lamps on.
It seemed like just an ordinary night, the wealthy area of Beijing was quiet and peaceful.
“Thump thump thump thump…thump thump thump!!!”
“Thump thump thump…thump thump thump…!!!”
At three o'clock in the morning, Zhou Jiacheng, who was still asleep, was startled by a sudden and shrill ringing sound. He jumped up and angrily pressed the call button without even seeing who was calling.
"Who is this?? Is there something wrong with you?! Why are you calling me so late at night???"
"If you don't sleep, others will too! Can you have some manners?"
On the other end of the phone, the man's voice was hoarse, "Zhou Jiacheng, organize your words before speaking to me."
Hearing the familiar voice, Zhou Jiacheng paused in his curse words, his sleepy eyes widened immediately, and in a moment he changed his tone to a flattering one, "Isn't this Mr. Feng? What can you do for you so late at night?"
After saying this, Zhou Jiacheng felt like vomiting.
A few days after he returned to China, his true colors were revealed. He had been lazy and gluttonous for a while under his father's nose. I don't know what action made his father angry again. This time he directly threatened to send him to study in Han Country without giving him living expenses, and let him only eat pickled vegetables and other side dishes in the cafeteria every day. Zhou Jiacheng was so scared that he called Feng Ji several times. In the end, Feng Ji persuaded his father to stop, and Zhou Jiacheng was spared the suffering of exile.
Now, whether to go to Han Kingdom to suffer or not depends on Feng Ji's words. Even if he was woken up in the middle of the night, he dared not speak loudly to Feng Ji.
Seeing that he was sober, Feng Ji continued, "I sent you the location of the bar. I remember that all the shops on this street belong to your cousin. Please help me check the surveillance footage from last night. I need to check on someone."
Zhou Jiacheng quickly opened WeChat and forwarded the bar's location to a friend who identified himself as his cousin. He then asked, "Why are you suddenly checking this? Did this person piss you off?"
Feng Ji's voice was cold. "If you find them, don't hold back. It's best to send them in and never let them out. If there are accomplices, send them in together."
"You..." Zhou Jiacheng was shocked. "This person is really blind. You can mess with anyone else. You are really unlucky."
There was a vague sound from the other end of the phone. Feng Ji didn't reply. Zhou Jiacheng was a little confused and asked again: "Well, besides helping you find someone, is there anything else?"
The receiver was still quiet. Just as Zhou Jiacheng was about to hang up and continue his date with Zhou Gong, a short cry was clearly heard from the other end of the receiver.
Then, he heard the muffled sound of the cell phone being thrown on the bedside table, followed by the rustling of fabric, and then Feng Ji's intermittent and gentle voice that seemed to be able to squeeze out water also came over.
"Why are you awake? Did you use too much force? Can you continue sleeping and I'll be gentler?"
"Don't cry, baby..."
"Let me rub it for you...you look so pitiful..."
Gently???
Baby? ? ? ? ?
Help you rub it??????
Zhou Jiacheng felt as if struck by lightning when he heard that disgusting tone. His expression was torn into pieces, and every cell in his body was screaming, "So disgusting, so disgusting, I want to vomit, I want to vomit."
"Fuck you!" Zhou Jiacheng collapsed and yelled, "Feng Ji, you bastard! What are you doing so frivolously late at night?!"
This success made Feng Ji pay attention again to the phone call that he had not hung up successfully. After a "beep" sound, Feng Ji hung up the phone without saying a word to him.
Zhou Jiacheng sat on the bed for a while with his cell phone in hand, and suddenly cursed again.
Zhou Jiacheng replayed those words that were extremely disgusting to him in his mind.
He was not an innocent three-year-old child. Just by thinking back, the explosive amount of information contained in the words and Feng Ji's abnormally hoarse voice made it difficult for people to guess what was happening on the other end of the phone.
As far as he knew, there seemed to be only one person who could make Feng Ji break his vow.
How come Feng Ji, that old bastard, suddenly took Special Assistant Qi to bed?
Is it voluntary to ask for special assistance?
A good cabbage was eaten by a wild boar. This old beast even spared no effort for his subordinates who worked diligently for him.
With such an unethical boss, Assistant Qi will have to hand in his resignation letter tomorrow!
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The weather was sunny over the weekend, and the sun was shining brightly in Beijing as usual, illuminating the tops of the trees that shaded Yulong Bay with a golden glow.
It was noon, the hottest time of the day, and the scorching sun seemed to be able to melt people.
When Qi Yu woke up, the clock had just passed twelve.
The air conditioning in the room was turned on very high, and the thick curtains blocked the scorching sunlight outside the window. Everything looked quite comfortable, perfect for a good nap.
Qi Yu's rusty brain had not yet started up. When he woke up in the dark, his first reaction was to get up and turn on the light.
He was completely unprepared and directly propped up his upper body. As soon as he stretched his arms with force, a wave of excruciating soreness and swelling from the waist down instantly swept through his body. Qi Yu had just propped up his body when his arms went limp and he fell back down.
He lay on the soft pillow in a daze, and his senses were activated all over his body, which immediately made him recall the memory before he fainted last night.
He went to the bar alone to find Daniel Chan, but was drugged by the man with a mustache and the bartender. He lost consciousness before he could even leave the bar, and when he woke up... he was like this now.
At this moment, Qi Yu felt like he was falling into an ice cellar.
So, where is he lying now?
Did anyone notice anything unusual about him in the bar at that time?
Is there anyone coming to rescue him?
Whose arm is that around his waist?
Nausea and anger instantly swept over his whole body. Qi Yu didn't know where he got the strength from, but he forced his sore body to turn over. As he turned around, he punched the face that was so close to him with his clenched fist.
There was a sound of breaking wind for a moment, and it was obvious that a fatal attack was intended.
However—the room was silent, not a single scream was heard.
The young man's fist was only a few millimeters away from the man's face, almost breaking his nose.
——If Qi Yu hadn’t seen the man’s face clearly at the last second, the ending would have been like this.
In the darkness, half of the man's face was buried in the pillow, his facial features were stiff and his eyes were closed.
Even though only half of his face was exposed, Qi Yu was still able to recognize him at a glance. The person holding him was not Xiao Huzi, nor was he someone else, but his immediate superior.
Qi Yu stared at the face he saw every day for a long time. The doubts in his heart piled up like a small mountain the moment he saw that the person next to him was Feng Ji.
Why is he on Mr. Feng’s bed?
He was clearly drugged in the bar last night, so how could he appear here?
Was it President Feng who rescued him from the little mustache?
But he clearly didn't reveal his whereabouts to anyone, so how did Feng Ji find him?
And...his waist hurt so much, and the feeling of a foreign body in some unspeakable place was even more intense than the pain in his waist.
So, he slept with Feng Ji...?
Qi Yu opened his mouth and found that at this moment there were no words that could express what he felt in his heart.
Because of a glass of wine, he so rashly slept with his immediate superior. The development of the situation was completely beyond Qi Yu's expectations. His usually smart brain seemed to be rusted and could not function normally at all.
He was in a daze for a while, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He quietly lifted the quilt and stepped barefoot on the floor.
Compared to the last time he was hungover, Feng Ji didn't hold his arms as tightly this time. Qi Yu lifted his arms slightly and broke free. Looking back, he found that the man was not awakened by his movements and was still asleep.
Qi Yu felt relieved and slowly stood up from the bed, holding onto the headboard. The moment he let go, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground without the support of the bed.
He gripped the bed sheet tightly with his fingers and managed to prop up his aching body.
The young man frowned and looked up at the man who was still sleeping soundly on the bed.
His memory of last night was blank. He could not remember at all how the sheet was rolled, in what position, or any of the details. Qi Yu had no idea.
But judging from his current physical condition, Feng Ji must have tried very hard.
Qi Yu had only seen plots like being unable to walk in novels, but now that it suddenly happened to him, he realized how extreme it was.
Assistant Qi, who liked to be polite, secretly cursed in his heart, "Beast."
He wanted to leave Feng Ji's house immediately, but he realized belatedly that except for a wrinkled thin shirt on his upper body, his lower body was completely naked. Not only were his pants missing, but even his underwear was missing.
You can't go home naked, the clothes you took off will definitely be around.
Qi Yu patrolled in the darkness until his eyes fell on the corner on the right side of the bedside table. He squatted down, put two fingers together and picked up a pair of trousers.
After a careful examination, Qi Yu confirmed that these pants were the ones he wore when he went out last night.
Just looking at the wrinkles on it, it looks like someone has squeezed it very hard, and it feels no better than the pickles in the jar when held in the hand.
If it were in the past, Qi Yu would definitely not wear his pants if they became so dirty, but the situation was special now. He didn't know when Feng Ji would wake up, so he had to wear them and go home first.
Ninja's whole body was sore. Qi Yu put on his pants with great effort. He didn't even have time to look for his cell phone and glasses. He groped his way to the edge of the bed, opened the door quietly, and retreated from the master bedroom.
The dazzling sunlight shone through the glass floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire hall. Qi Yu had just emerged from the darkness, closed his eyes uncomfortably, and left Feng Ji's house, holding on to the furniture.
The moment I stepped into the elevator, I breathed a sigh of relief.
But he didn't feel relieved for long.
The next second after stepping out of the elevator, Qi Yu felt an itch between his legs. His expression froze and he lowered his head in a state of despair.
His legs were covered by the fabric of his trousers, so he couldn't see anything clearly, but Qi Yu could clearly feel a track like a crawling snake, moving down the trouser legs and soon reaching his trembling calves.
The incident happened suddenly and in a hurry, so it was impossible for the Feng Ji family to prepare such things.
When the protection measures are equal to 0, it is self-evident what that means.
Bo Bai's ears turned red. He quickly unlocked the door and entered the house. Qi Yu picked up his pajamas and went straight to the room.
The wrinkled clothes on his body were thrown into the trash can. The young man walked into the bathroom with a flushed face. When he looked up and met his own eyes in the mirror, he was stunned.
He stood there naked, with almost no healthy skin left on his once jade-white skin. His neck was long, but covered with countless crimson kiss marks that meandered all the way to his collarbone, as if to stamp every part of his body.
Further down, there is a slightly bulging chest. Two tooth marks can be vaguely seen among the large kiss marks. They don't look like they were made intentionally. Instead, it seems like they were left by kissing for too long and the skin is too tender.
The side of the waist is the worst affected area, with handprints stuck on the hips on the left and right. The two pitiful dimples on the back waist seem to have been repeatedly rubbed and pressed, and the thumb prints are clearly visible.
Qi Yu was still holding a towel in his hand. Seeing this scene, his body trembled slightly. He turned around and saw that the worst-affected area of the incident was even more shockingly red.
In this situation, Qi Yu seemed to be able to imagine the scene at that time.
It must have been repeated several times, with great effort.
“…”
Qi Yu felt unwell.
Is he really the one who was drugged? Why does Feng Ji look like the one who drank the aphrodisiac?
Even if it was to help him, there was no need to use so much force...
Qi Yu turned on the shower woodenly and let the water wash over his body.
He was thinking about how he should face Feng Ji when he woke up.
It was clearly a legitimate relationship between superiors and subordinates, but now, because of a glass of wine and an accident, this relationship has been tainted with an inexplicable ambiguous color.
Having worked for Feng Ji for so long, Qi Yu has always known that his boss is different from other bosses.
Feng Ji is rich and powerful, and there are many people who want to curry favor with him, but the boss is very self-disciplined and never pays any attention to them.
Qi Yu helped deal with the little stars who approached him at dinner parties several times. Over the years, Feng Ji had never even kept a mistress. He went home after work and never went to those love/pornographic places. He arranged more work for himself every day than his employees, let alone having a love relationship.
But now, this status quo has been broken by Qi Yu.
Although there were many scary marks on his body, Qi Yu couldn't be completely sure that Feng Ji did this voluntarily.
After all, he was the one who was drugged, and Qi Yu had no idea what happened last night, let alone judge.
Thinking about it this way, for Feng Ji, they rolled around together last night, did all the things they shouldn't have done, violated each other's taboos, and it would be almost impossible for them to work together in the future.
Although he was the one who got hit, this incident would never have happened if he had not neglected Chinese medicine.
More importantly, after this battle, Qi Yu didn't know how to face Feng Ji with a normal heart.
Whenever he thought about the fact that they had just had close contact, the shame in his heart couldn't help but rise up.
The hand that was applying the shower gel slowly stopped. After a moment of silent thought, he turned on the shower head, already having an idea in his mind.
As a qualified special assistant, Qi Yu only helps the boss solve problems.
Rather than being that trouble.
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After taking a shower and feeling dry again, Qi Yu rummaged through his drawers and found a cushion, which he placed on the ergonomic chair in the study. However, as soon as he sat down, he couldn't help but let out a hiss.
It wasn't painful, but rather sore and swollen, and together with the numbness in his lower back, it tortured his senses.
He didn't remember the pleasure at all, but he experienced the discomfort afterwards completely.
Taking out a pen and paper from the drawer, Qi Yu solemnly wrote the three words "resignation letter".
In fact, Feng only needs to send an electronic written report to the minister and the human resources department to resign, and he can leave after obtaining approval and completing the handover work.
But Qi Yu felt that his situation was special, so using the most original resignation letter was the most sincere. He believed that after what happened last night, Feng Ji would not make things difficult for him and would let him go easily.
However, he had just graduated and started working at Feng Corporation, and now he had to leave suddenly, so he didn't know what to do next.
Should I continue to stay in Beijing and apply for a job in another company, or leave Beijing and start over in another city?
Why not go back to his hometown and rest for a while? His neighbor, Grandma Wang, sent him a voice message last time, saying that she hadn't seen him for a long time and missed him.
After resigning, Qi Yu was too embarrassed to continue living in the house Feng Ji had given him. There was only a ceiling between them. If he continued to live there, they would eventually run into each other in the elevator, which would be too embarrassing...
At that time, he can sell the house and then decide whether to stay in Beijing to develop or move away from Fengji and go to the south to work hard.
Qi Yu thought a lot while writing the letter, and the pen in his hand never stopped.
When he wrote the last sentence "I hereby resign and hope your approval", he felt a strange sense of relief in his heart.
Feng Ji paid him a very high salary, and Feng's treatment was also very good. People from outside were scrambling to get in. If someone else experienced this kind of thing in such a company, if the boss didn't say anything, there was a high probability that they would pretend to be stupid and continue working.
But Qi Yu really couldn't convince himself that after being held by his boss' waist and tossed and turned all night, he could still live in the same room with him as if nothing had happened.
The only option before him was to resign.
Putting away the pen, Qi Yu retyped the contents of the resignation letter into a document for subsequent electronic archiving by the company.
After doing all this, Qi Yu stood up as if he was about to be executed heroically, clutching the resignation letter tightly, and walked out of the house.
He stepped into the elevator as he had done countless times before and pressed button 11.
The distance of one floor seemed particularly long to Qi Yu.
He had been gone for so long, and he wondered if Feng Ji had woken up. If he had, then he must have noticed he was missing, but he hadn't contacted him for so long, so he probably didn't want to see him. If he hadn't woken up, Feng Ji wasn't wearing any clothes, so Qi Yu didn't want to wake him up at this moment.
But it's more polite to hand over a resignation letter to the person in person face to face...
While he was thinking, the elevator door opened and Qi Yu walked out hesitantly.
He thought, why not just open the door and go in? He knew the password to Feng Ji's house anyway. If Feng Ji was awake, he would immediately resign. If Feng Ji was not awake, he would wait on the sofa until he woke up before resigning.
In short, I must quit this job today.
He was also able to get his glasses and cell phone back.
However, fantasy is just fantasy after all. When Qi Yu really stood in front of the familiar walnut door, he didn't even have the courage to unlock it and go in.
Embarrassment, frustration, shame, and discouragement, all kinds of emotions intertwined together, made Qi Yu stand in front of the door for a full five minutes.
Finally - Qi Yu made a decision.
There was no need to go in, and no need to face Feng Ji again so soon.
He planned to slip his resignation letter directly under the door.
As for the cell phone and glasses, he would ask Feng Ji for them after he had digested everything.
Escape is shameful but useful. After deciding to let himself go, Qi Yu felt a lot more relaxed. He smoothed the thin letter paper in his hand and slowly squatted down.
Su Bai's fingers pinched the letter and carefully stuffed it into the gap.
However, just as he stuffed a corner of the letter in, he heard the crisp sound of the door handle being pressed behind the heavy walnut door in front of him.
Then, without waiting for Qi Yu to react, the door opened.
From Qi Yu's perspective, the first thing he saw was the man's instep wearing slippers and with bulging veins.
Qi Yu's heart seemed to stop beating when he was caught red-handed slipping in his resignation letter.
He slowly raised his head, and his condescending gaze met the man's in mid-air. When he saw the man's current appearance, his brain exploded with a "boom".
Feng Ji looked like he had just taken a shower. He was shirtless, his wet hair was pulled up, and he was only wearing a loose bath towel around his waist.
What surprised Qi Yu the most were the clearly visible scratches on the man's body.
From the full and strong chest, all the way to the well-defined abdominal muscles, even the lower abdomen covered by the bath towel, you can see a few flickering marks. Even though Qi Yu's vision is blurred because he is not wearing glasses, he can still see clearly at such a close distance.
It goes without saying who left behind these shocking crimes.
If Qi Yu felt mostly ashamed and angry when he saw his body in the mirror just now, then now that he witnessed the miserable state of Feng Ji with his own eyes, Qi Yu felt as if the sky had fallen.
He had naturally fair, thin skin, so even a slight bump would easily leave a mark. But Feng Ji was different. Men had darker skin, like the bronze tan many people pursue, so marks wouldn't be easily visible. But at this moment, the scratches were clearly visible, showing how hard Qi Yu had hit him last night.
If Qi Yu didn't know what they did last night, he would even think that he had beaten Feng Ji while he was unconscious.
With such a good body being arrested like this, can he still quit his job smoothly today?
Just as he was staring at the horrible body that had been captured, the man in front of him had already squatted down. The arm that had been clasped around his waist not long ago stretched forward and pinched a corner of the resignation letter.
With a gentle tug, the letter slipped out of Qi Yu's hand and was held by the man.
Qi Yu stood up, "Boss Feng..."
He quickly skimmed through the words on the paper, finally stopping at the sentence "I hereby resign and hope your approval."
Qi Yu thought that since something like this had happened between them, Feng Ji would accept the resignation letter and approve his resignation application in the next second.
However, the man suddenly raised his head, and the moment he looked at him, a sharp "hissing" sound came from the silent entrance door.
The resignation letter was torn into two pieces in front of him, spinning in the air and floating to Qi Yu's feet.
This development was completely beyond Qi Yu's expectations. His first reaction was to pick up the letter and have a good chat with Feng Ji.
Before he could squat down again, a big hand grabbed his arm.
Immediately afterwards, Qi Yu was pulled into the door by an irresistible force.
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