Chapter 6: As if they were married, those who didn't know would think he was...
"Buzz buzz buzz—buzz buzz buzz—"
“Buzz buzz buzz—”
In the private room, two people tossed their vibrating cell phones around like jugglers, but no one dared to answer the call. This set of actions could hail eighteen taxis. After the last ring, the phone was automatically hung up because no one answered.
When they saw the phone hung up and stopped ringing, although it sounded shameless to say it, Fang Kaize and the others breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of their hearts.
However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the phone rang again, urging them to die.
“Buzz!!!!!”
Maybe it was just their illusion, but the second ringing sounded even harsher.
The last throw of the phone in the first round landed in Fang Kaize's hand. Sun Yizhou had already taken the opportunity to rush to the private bathroom in the private room when the ring rang again. Fang Kaize shouted, "Brothers are birds of the same forest, but they fly away when disaster strikes," and gritted his teeth and answered the call.
As soon as the call was connected, before Fang Kaize could speak, a deep and magnetic male voice came from the other end.
"Pray for an encounter."
Fang Kaize's heart started pounding with nervousness, and he almost forgot the words he had thought of on the spur of the moment.
He took a deep breath, cleared his throat silently, and said with a slight stutter: "Feng... Mr. Feng, Qi Yu is drunk and may not be able to answer the phone for the time being. How about waiting until he sobers up and then calling you back...?"
Hearing the stranger's voice, the man paused, and his originally gentle tone became undisguisedly cold, which made Fang Kaize sweat. "Who are you? Where is Qi Yu now?"
The invisible pressure could be felt even through the phone line. Fang Kaize didn't dare to hold back and told everything, "I'm Qiyu's college roommate. We just finished dinner in Yunju Building. Qiyu got drunk, and we were going to take him back to his neighborhood."
"Got it. Please take good care of him. I'll come pick him up now." The man on the other end of the phone said this and hung up without giving Fang Kaize a chance to continue speaking.
The call ended, the crisis resolved, and Sun Yizhou emerged from the bathroom. "What did Mr. Feng tell you?"
Fang Kaize glanced at Qi Yu, who still had no reaction, and said helplessly, "We don't need to send Yu Zai home. President Feng has to come and pick him up personally."
Jiang Yichuan, who came back with the card, heard this as soon as he opened the door. He couldn't help but sigh again, "In fact, President Feng is the assistant. He is so service-minded."
Fang Kaize rolled his eyes at him and said, "If you have the guts, tell Mr. Feng this to his face when he comes."
Twenty minutes later, Qi Yu's phone rang again. Fang Kaize had already answered the call once, so unlike the first time, he didn't refuse and answered it immediately.
Feng Ji asked for the room number and hung up the phone. Several people sat in the room waiting for people to come up, and they all started shaking their legs in tacit understanding.
Feng Group is one of the most well-rounded companies in China. As the CEO of the group, Feng Ji's name is well-known throughout the country. Whenever he appears in public, he will be on the hot search. His face and his demeanor are intimidating. Although their roommate has been President Feng's special assistant for three years, this is the first time he has been in such close contact with Feng Ji.
I didn't feel anything when watching through the screen, but when I was about to be in the same room with such a person, the nervousness surged up uncontrollably like a tide.
Fortunately, the tension did not last long. After asking for the private room number, Feng Ji quickly knocked on the door.
The first hand to reach into the room was a bony one. Only when the man was fully inside did the three of them get a clear view of his appearance.
The first thing that struck me was his height, a height that felt oppressive. He towered over Fang Kaize, who had stepped forward to open the door, a full head taller than him, completely blocking out the light from the corridor. His muscular figure was wrapped in a black silk shirt. The warm yellow light shone on his handsome brow, casting shadows on his eye sockets, making his narrow eyes look even more cold.
This indifference disappeared when he came into contact with the young man sitting at the table.
It was Fang Caize who opened the door. After just the first encounter with Feng Ji, he blurted out "Mr. Feng", which was more sincere than calling himself boss.
Hearing the voice, Feng Ji turned his head to look at him, which made Fang Kaize's spine tingle, and he stood at attention in an instant.
This look was like a boss about to lecture his employees. Fang Kaize was on guard, but Feng Ji just said, "Hello."
He is quite gentle, like a spring breeze, without any airs of a successful person.
Fang Kaize swallowed back the last bit of nervousness he had and quickly explained on Qi Yu's behalf, "Boss Feng, we had a dinner party in the dormitory today. Qi Yu drank a little with us and got a little tipsy, so he didn't answer your call right away."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Yichuan and Sun Yizhou also echoed him.
They knew the nature of Qiyu's job: a salary better than his peers', and practically on call 24/7. They had been there at the previous dorm gatherings when Qiyu was called back, fearing Feng Ji would think Qiyu was absent from his duties and potentially impact his career.
Feng Ji said nothing when he heard this. He lowered his eyes and saw the two large cups of wine on the table, which had been drunk to the last drop, and the clean wine glass in front of Qi Yu.
A little wine?
Fruit wine is no different from other wines. It's probably more than just a little bit that can make you drunk.
Feng Ji knew better than anyone how much Qi Yu could drink. Last time when Qi Yu got drunk at a dinner party, it was Feng Ji who took him home, changed his clothes, and took care of him.
Qi Yu couldn't drink, and it was obvious that he would feel uncomfortable after drinking. Since that dinner, Feng Ji hadn't let Qi Yu drink a drop of alcohol. Qi Yu drank quite a lot tonight, and he was afraid he would feel uncomfortable again when he got home.
He took a deep look at the three people in front of him, and Fang Kaize, who was closest to him, felt his stomach tighten when he was looked at.
Feng Ji walked to Qi Yu, lifted his knees, and held his shoulders with his palms, as if he was very skilled in picking him up sideways.
After walking back to the door, the man paused and turned back to look at the three people in the private room. "He can't drink."
"Next time, please be more persuasive."
He said, "You better persuade him next time," but with that intimidating appearance and cold expression, what the three people heard was: If you let Qi Yu drink again, you will be dead.
After Feng Ji carried Qi Yu away, the three people who had been stiff all over suddenly relaxed and slumped down in their chairs.
Fang Kaize wiped the sweat from his forehead, recalled Feng Ji's eyes just now, and said in amazement: "Damn, I really don't know how Yuzi usually gets along with Mr. Feng. Just now, his eyes gave me shivers."
Sun Yizhou was still terrified. "They say employees at large companies can handle pressure. I don't think President Feng looks like a CEO at all. He's so strong, but I feel like if he gets angry, he could punch me to pieces."
After saying this, he thought of Qi Yu who had been taken away, and a trace of worry appeared on his face. "Yuzi's legs are not even as thick as Boss Feng's arms. Isn't it dangerous to let Boss Feng take Yuzi away like this?"
Jiang Yichuan couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, "What are you thinking about? What if President Feng can beat up Yu Zai?"
Fang Kaize echoed, "Yu Zai doesn't seem afraid of President Feng. He even dared to use President Feng's VIP card to treat us to a meal without even reporting it. Da Zhou, don't talk nonsense."
"I also think that Mr. Feng won't get into trouble." Jiang Yichuan hesitated, "Just now... don't you think Mr. Feng is a bit like the wife in the TV series who goes out to find her husband who has been drinking with his friends? He even told us not to let him drink... That self-righteous tone doesn't sound like that of a boss and an employee at all, it's more like..."
Fang Kaize erupted in anger upon hearing this. "What are you babblein' about? You've read too many gay stories!"
Jiang Yichuan argued, "Does what I said make sense? Have you ever seen a boss carry a drunk employee home in a princess carry?"
Sun Yizhou also felt that he was imagining too much and waved his hand, "That doesn't mean anything. Stop guessing. Should we go out and sing for a few hours or go home?"
Fang Kaize: "I'm so full, how can I sing? Yu Zai has been taken away, so let's go back to our own homes."
They went downstairs to call a taxi. Jiang Yichuan followed behind and kept muttering, "It really looks like this. My dad was drunk and my mom took him home like this..."
Except that his mother couldn't hold his father, the scene was almost a 1:1 replica.
It’s a pity that no one in the same field understands his ideas. It’s really sad!
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"Is this Assistant Qi? How did you get him down here?"
Inside the car, Zhou Jiacheng, sitting in the passenger seat, curiously turned his head and leaned forward, trying to get a clear look at Qi Yu's face, buried in Feng Ji's chest. However, Feng Ji was holding him too tightly, so he could only see Assistant Qi's reddened earlobes and the silver-rimmed glasses that reflected a dim light.
Feng Ji closed the car door and said, "You're drunk. Drive."
The first sentence was in response to Zhou Jiacheng's question, and the second sentence was addressed to the driver.
The driver started the car without saying a word, but Zhou Jiacheng kept turning his head, as if he would not stop until he saw Qi Yu's face.
Feng Ji protected Qi Yu and put him in a comfortable position in his arms. When he looked up, he saw Zhou Jiacheng half of his body leaning over. His face suddenly darkened. "What the hell are you looking at? Sit back! Send him back first."
This "he" refers to Zhou Jiacheng.
Zhou Jiacheng was immediately furious when he saw him like this, "I haven't even met Assistant Qi in person, what's wrong with you letting me take a look?"
Feng Ji glanced at him coldly, "If you keep arguing, I'll throw you to the side of the road and you can take a taxi back by yourself."
"Fuck..." Zhou Jiacheng was stunned. "You actually said such a thing just to prevent me from looking at him. They're all men, and it won't hurt to look at him. Those who know he's your assistant, and those who don't would think he's your wife."
Feng Ji stared at him motionlessly. Zhou Jiacheng was on full alert. He had already thought of the words to respond to Feng Ji in his mind. He was just waiting for Feng Ji to scold him and then quickly responded.
However, they stared at each other for a long time, and Feng Ji didn't refute a word.
Zhou Jiacheng: “?”
Zhou Jiacheng: “…”
Zhou Jiacheng: “!!!!”
The author has something to say:
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Jiang Yichuan: The two of them were secretly communicating with each other, exchanging glances, just like they were husband and wife!
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