Chapter 8: Drinking leads to trouble. This doesn’t seem to be his underwear, right?
Qi Yu's man's intuition told him that Feng Ji was probably doing more than just taking a shower.
Although he was aware of this, he didn't have the energy to calculate the time when Feng Ji would go in. Lying on the soft bed, he soon couldn't resist the alcohol in his head and fell asleep with his eyes closed.
Half an hour later, the bathroom door was pushed open from the inside, and the man walked out, covered in steam.
He was still holding a piece of crumpled, pure white cloth in his hand, rubbing it lovingly between his fingertips.
Thanks to this pair of underwear, Feng Ji was able to finish his handicraft work earlier than usual today.
When he came out, he saw Qi Yu curled up and sleeping soundly.
The man walked to the bedside, slowly squatted down, and stared at the young man sleeping in front of him without blinking. Looking at the peaceful sleeping face, his heart was filled with waves of hot heat.
The mere knowledge that Qi Yu was sleeping in his bed was enough to make Feng Ji feel indescribable happiness. This sense of control within reach strangely satisfied the hole deep in his heart that could never be filled.
However, after the satisfaction, there is a emptiness that is even more difficult to fill.
Living on the upper and lower floors with Qi Yu is no longer enough to make him feel at ease. Qi Yu can go out without telling him and lie to him today, and this situation will continue to happen in the future.
When will he be able to know Qi Yu's whereabouts at all times? When will he be able to see the face that haunts him every day when he opens his eyes?
His thumb unconsciously stroked the fair cheek, from the jaw all the way up, until his big hand held the cheek buried deep in the pillow, completely under his control.
Feeling the soft touch of his palm, Feng Ji stared at the person in front of him and murmured softly: "You can have dinner together, and you can also use my card. But next time you can't lie to me again, and you are not allowed to hide your whereabouts from me... I'm not a bad person, why are you guarding against me..."
Qi Yu, who was asleep, was destined not to hear these words. He just lay there quietly, unconsciously allowing Feng Ji to read him over and over again.
It seemed like a century had passed before Feng Ji slowly got up from the bed. He carefully folded the clothes and pants that Qi Yu had taken off at the foot of the bed, and then carefully sandwiched the wrinkled pure white cloth between the two pieces and hid them deep in the closet.
He no longer needed to rely on these external objects to fall asleep tonight because the real owner was lying on the bed on the side.
The man turned off the lights, his muscles tensed with excitement, he threw back the quilt and lay down on the bed.
At this moment, even the mattress that I was used to sleeping on seemed to become comfortable because of Qi Yu's arrival.
He raised his big hand and grabbed a flexible waist. The young man, who had his back to him, turned over and buried his face squarely in his arms.
Qi Yu's breath almost enveloped Feng Ji's entire body. Feng Ji felt that every pore of his body was opening uncontrollably because of Qi Yu's approach, greedily absorbing the sweet fragrance emitted by the young man.
In the darkness, breathing was heavy and rapid.
More than two years had passed since the last time Qi Yu got drunk. When he held him in his arms again, joy and excitement intertwined in his heart. The dopamine continuously secreted by his body made him lose all sleepiness. Feng Ji's brain seemed to be in a state of hypoxia yet extreme happiness, and the place that had just calmed down became unbearable again.
The silk pajamas fabric bulged into an arc, pressing against the legs of the person in his arms. The soft wrapping feeling made the man even more uncomfortable, but he really didn't want to leave this gentle place. He could only lower his head and smell the rich fragrance between Qi Yu's hair over and over again, hugging the person tighter.
The night was long and Feng Ji didn't close his eyes for a moment. It was not until dawn that he reluctantly got up from the bed, changed into home clothes, and sat on the office sofa not far away with his notebook.
Even after he left, his eyes were still fixed on the figure on the bed. The lights in the room were off, and the light from the notebook shone from bottom to top on Feng Ji's face, making him look like a ghost living in the dark.
The first thing Qi Yu saw when he woke up was a man with a shadowy face not far away.
After the alcohol wore off, his brain was slowly restarting, and a sense of horror belatedly crept over his body. Qi Yu sat up from the bed in an instant and pressed the light switch closest to him.
With a crisp "click", the lights in the room came on. Qi Yu put on his glasses very quickly and saw clearly that the person sitting on the sofa in front of him was not a ghost, but his boss.
The moment he saw Feng Ji's face clearly, Qi Yu reflexively looked around and found that he was not at home, but in Feng Ji's room.
Looking down, he was still sleeping in the same place where Feng Ji usually slept.
Wasn’t it agreed that if he got drunk, he would be sent back to his home? Why did he appear in his boss’s room?
But even though he was filled with doubts at the moment, his professional habits over the years made him reflexively greet, "Mr. Feng, good morning."
Feng Ji put the notebook aside in a pretentious manner, still maintaining a leisurely posture of leaning back on the sofa with his legs crossed, "Are you sober?"
Qi Yu's other hand was still on his thigh, and the feel of unfamiliar fabric in his palm told him who the pajamas belonged to. Qi Yu immediately said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Feng, I'm causing you trouble again."
The last time he got drunk at a dinner party, it was Feng Ji who took him home and changed his wet shirt. Qi Yu originally thought that this kind of thing would not happen again after the previous experience, but he never thought that he would continue to trouble Feng Ji when he went out for dinner with his roommates on the weekend and got drunk.
But wasn’t Feng Ji having dinner with Zhou Jiacheng at the Jade Building at that time?
Qi Yu hadn't even bothered to hide the meaning in his eyes. Feng Ji could easily tell what he wanted to ask and said nonchalantly, "I sent you a message last night, but you didn't reply. I called you and found out you were out with your roommate."
It was an ordinary statement, but Qi Yu's back stiffened when he heard it.
Feng Ji asked him if he was working. What was his last reply to Feng Ji?
——Mr. Feng, I’m at home and just finished dealing with work emails.
Although he said he was at home, he had actually gone out to meet up with his roommates.
It would have been fine if he hadn't been discovered, but now not only was he discovered, but he also wore the boss's clothes and slept in the boss's bed... Looking at Feng Ji's appearance, he probably stayed on the sofa all night without sleeping.
Qi Yu suddenly felt that his future was bleak, and his year-end bonus seemed to have slipped away quietly at this moment.
Even Qi, the eloquent assistant at the dinner table, could only speak dryly at this moment, "I'm sorry, Mr. Feng, I was absent from my post yesterday. You..."
He had just woken up and had said three sentences in total, two of which were apologies. Feng Ji raised his hand to interrupt him before he even finished listening, "No need to apologize. It's only natural to go out for dinner with your friends on the weekend. But you're my special assistant, so next time just tell me the truth, and I won't stop you from going out."
There will be a next time, but I don’t intend to pursue this further.
Qi Yu immediately breathed a sigh of relief, as his year-end bonus had returned to him like a flying bird.
"I understand, Mr. Feng. Next time... I will tell you the truth."
The alcohol content of the fruit wine in Yunjulou was not high, and after sobering up, Qi Yu did not feel as uncomfortable as last time. However, he could not remember the series of events that happened after he got drunk last night, and his head was a mess.
Drinking alcohol once is like being completely anesthetized, and a piece of memory is lost for no reason.
But he shouldn't be talking nonsense uncontrollably like he did after general anesthesia, right?
When Qi Yu lifted the quilt and got out of bed, he didn't see the slippers he usually wore at Feng Ji's house on the floor. He looked up at Feng Ji, and the man met his gaze, stood up, and said as he walked out the door, "I carried you in last night, and the slippers are still at the door."
I don’t know if it was Qi Yu’s illusion, but the word “hug” in Feng Ji’s words was very powerful.
Qi Yu drank so much last night and slept all night, but he woke up so early. Besides the fact that the alcohol had been metabolized, the most important thing was that he had to urinate, which woke him up.
The first thing Qi Yu did after putting on his slippers was to go to the bathroom.
Of course, this was at Feng Ji's house, and he went to the master bathroom in the living room.
He originally thought that wearing his boss's clothes and lying on his boss's bed was already too much, but when he took off his pajamas and saw the black underwear that was obviously a size larger than his own, Qi Yu felt as if he was struck by lightning. The calmness on his face could no longer be maintained, and it cracked inch by inch.
What's this?
This doesn't look like his underwear, does it?
He remembered that the underwear he wore yesterday was white, and he also remembered that his underwear was not this big, so big that it fell down automatically without the bottom of his pajamas without him having to pull it up!
So what he was wearing... could it be Feng Ji's underwear?
At this moment, Qi Yu felt that the wrinkles in his cerebral cortex were smoothed out by this pair of underwear. He sat on the toilet for a long time, unable to recover.
What did he do when he was drunk last night that made Feng Ji change even his underwear?
Vomited?
It can't be urine...
Thinking too deeply about this topic would be cruel to Qi Yu.
After peeing and standing in front of the mirror, Qi Yu's mind was empty for a long time, so long that he felt he couldn't stay in the bathroom any longer. He took a deep breath, pressed the door handle like a hero, and walked out.
As he walked, he could still feel the strange feeling of his underwear/crotch floating between his thighs.
The second time he got drunk in front of Feng Ji, Qi Yu was forced to know the size of his boss.
Life really loves to play jokes on him.
After Qi Yu left the room, Feng Ji followed him out. As soon as the bathroom door opened a crack, Qi Yu saw Feng Ji standing in front of the water bar, making coffee, facing him.
The underwear was still hanging around, and Qi Yu's eyes moved uncontrollably across the boss's lower body. After seeing the strong shadow arc on the home clothes, he felt an inexplicable wrapping feeling in the loose crotch between the legs, which gave him goose bumps.
Qi Yu felt a chill and pinched his thigh hard with the hand on his side.
The pain woke him up, and Qi Yu slowly walked to the water bar.
At this moment, even if Qi Yu was reluctant to ask, he had to shout: "Boss Feng..."
Feng Ji didn't forget to take him with him when he made coffee. When he saw Qi Yu coming out, he pushed the brewed latte in front of him and asked, "Why did you stay in there for so long?"
Qi Yu took the coffee cup and rubbed his fingertips back and forth uncomfortably, "Boss Feng...my..."
He usually does things decisively and rarely hesitates like this. It is obvious that what he just saw in the toilet was beyond his tolerance.
Feng Ji knew very well why Qi Yu was like this, but at this moment he still pretended to stop what he was doing, with a hint of doubt on his handsome face.
"What do you want to say?"
At this point, Qi Yu opened his mouth, all ten toes clasped together on the soles of his slippers, and spoke rapidly, "Boss Feng, I just noticed in the bathroom that the underwear I'm wearing isn't the same pair I wore yesterday. Did you help me change my underwear last night?"
Asked.
He really asked.
Qiyu had been in the industry for three years, and the questions he asked his boss were mostly about how the company's projects were developing, how departments were collaborating, and how to improve plans. But this was the first time he'd asked a question about underwear.
The chairman and CEO of a company changed the underwear of his drunk assistant, which was unheard of in the whole of Beijing.
After asking this question, Qi Yu stared at Feng Ji without blinking.
If he saw even a hint of displeasure in Feng Ji's eyes, his resignation letter would be sent to Feng Ji's email in the next second.
In his three years of career, except for the last time when he was drunk, he had never caused trouble for Feng Ji, let alone such a social failure. Alcohol was simply his natural nemesis.
Compared with his brainstorming, Feng Ji's reaction was much more flat. He gently stirred the coffee in the cup with a small stirring spoon, as if changing the underwear of his drunk subordinate was a trivial matter.
"You drank too much last night and vomited on your clothes, so I helped you change them." Feng Ji lied with his eyes open, "But after I took off your clothes, you couldn't help it-"
Qi Yu didn't want to listen anymore and interrupted Feng Ji, "I understand, Mr. Feng. I'm really sorry to trouble you. What about my clothes...?"
The whole set of clothes hidden deep in the closet flashed through his mind. Feng Ji picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip of coffee. "The clothes are too dirty to wear anymore, so I took the initiative to throw them away for you."
After asking all the necessary questions, Qi Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After figuring out the whole story, he just wanted to go home quickly, take a shower, and change his underwear which was too big for him.
Feng Ji seemed to have read his inner thoughts. He gently put down his coffee cup and said, "I ordered a sandwich from the one in University Town. I'll go back after breakfast."
The sandwich shop in University Town was the kind of breakfast Qiyu had longed for but dared not buy back in college. It was an artisanal bakery, delicious, but expensive. Even though it was on campus, many college students had plenty of money these days, so the prices weren't exactly cheap.
The first time Qi Yu ate the sandwich from that restaurant was when Fang Kaize treated him. He couldn't forget the taste for a long time after eating it, but unfortunately he was short of money. Although he liked it, his standard breakfast every day was still the white steamed bun that cost 50 cents in the cafeteria.
He told this story to Feng Ji as a funny reminiscence. Feng Ji was a good boss, and since then this sandwich has often appeared in Feng Ji’s employees’ afternoon tea.
The boss was accommodating to his employees and had already ordered breakfast. Qi Yu couldn't refuse, so he tried to ignore the discomfort of walking and walked to the sofa with the cup of coffee and sat down.
The phone hadn't been used much all night and the battery was only half left. When Qi Yu opened WeChat, the first thing he saw was the pile of small red dots behind Feng Ji's notes.
The red dot showed that there were 15 messages in total. He didn't read them or reply to them. In the past, Qi Yu always replied to Feng Ji's messages within seconds. No wonder Feng Ji called him directly.
He expressionlessly scratched the little red dot with the number 15 and opened the dormitory group.
After he was taken away by Feng Ji last night, because Fang Kaize and the other two were still face to face, there were not many unread messages in the group. When he clicked on them, most of them were asking if he was sober, whether he was scolded by Feng Ji, and other caring words. Qi Yu naturally had to reply.
Qi Yu: [I’m sober now, I didn’t get scolded, don’t worry]
He originally thought that the three of them were still sleeping at this time, but he didn't expect that not long after he sent the message, they all replied one after another.
Fang Kaize: [I'm glad I didn't scold you. I was the one who answered Mr. Feng's call yesterday. I was so nervous I almost died.]
Fang Kaize: [It was my first time meeting Feng Zhu in person. It was even scarier than on the phone. After you were taken away, Da Zhou was worried that President Feng would take his anger out on you.]
Sun Yizhou: [I've been worried all night. Fortunately, Mr. Feng is not what I thought.]
Sun Yizhou: [Boss Feng also told us to let you drink less next time]
Qi Yu thought about how Feng Ji changed his clothes and gave him a bed to sleep in, and thought that he really should drink less. If such an embarrassing thing happened again, he would really resign from Feng's company.
Jiang Yichuan: [By the way, Yuzi, did Mr. Feng send you back home last night? You were alone and drunk, so I hope you didn't fall, right?]
Qi Yu replied hesitantly: [No… Mr. Feng took me back to his home to take care of me.]
Fang Kaize: [Bring her back to his house to take care of you?! Who's the assistant, you or him?]
Jiang Yichuan: [Mr. Feng's service awareness is amazing, he has a keen eye for detail.]
Sun Yizhou: [This is a good boss for the people!]
What a good boss! He even lends his underwear to his employees.
Of course, Qi Yu would not tell such an embarrassing thing in front of the three of them.
After chatting for a while, the sandwiches Feng Ji ordered arrived. Qi Yu went to pick up the food, and the two sat on the sofa, drinking coffee and eating sandwiches.
Qi Yu had just drunk some wine last night and his stomach was feeling uncomfortable early in the morning. He finished his sandwich and couldn't finish the remaining half of his coffee. Just as he was about to wash the cup and take it home, Feng Ji called him.
"No need to wash, just leave it here."
Qi Yu glanced at the coffee cup, then at Feng Ji who was chewing his sandwich slowly, and finally decided to listen to his boss and put the cup back on the coffee table.
When he opened the door and left, Qi Yu said, "Boss Feng, I'll wash this pajamas and return it to you."
Feng Ji waved his hand, "No need to wash it, and no need to return it to me. This set of pajamas is already thrown away. Just go back and change out of it and throw it in the trash can by the back door."
"Okay." Qi Yu answered, then hesitantly asked, "What about the underwear..."
Feng Ji: "Throw them all away."
Qi Yu thought so too. There was no reason for Feng Ji to want the underwear he had worn again.
The lock on the heavy walnut door was tightened with a muffled "click", and Feng Ji was the only one left in the huge house.
He glanced at the unfinished iced Americano in his hand and put it aside without thinking. He stretched out his big hand and grasped the handle of the half-filled latte cup not far away.
Compared to the bitterness of iced American coffee, the color of latte appears softer. When you put it close to your nose, you can smell the rich milky aroma.
His Adam's apple moved slightly, Feng Ji lowered his head, and pressed his lips on the rim of the cup that Qi Yu had just touched. He finished the rest of the sandwich with this half cup of latte.
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The first thing Qi Yu did when he got home was to take off his pajamas and underwear that were two sizes too big and take a shower.
Steam covered the glass partition. He stood naked under the shower, closing his eyes and letting the water wash away the foam on his body.
Five minutes later, the sound of flushing gradually subsided. The young man dried his body carefully and stepped onto the diatom mud mat.
His change of clothes was placed on the marble sink.
Qi Yu wore the underwear first.
When the pure cotton underwear of the right size fit tightly between his crotch and hips, Qi Yu suddenly felt relieved.
It’s such a reassuring feeling not to have to worry about your underwear falling off while you’re walking.
The first thing Qi Yu did after coming out of the bathroom was to take out the pajamas and underwear that Feng Ji had lent him from the dirty clothes basket, fold them hastily, and stuff them into a black plastic bag.
If it were his own clothes, he would have taken them to the old clothes recycling bin, but these were Feng Ji's clothes, and since Feng Ji asked him to throw them away, he might as well throw them away.
Qi Yu walked slowly to the back door, pressed the door handle, and randomly aimed at the plastic trash can in front of the elevator. The black plastic bag drew a beautiful parabola in the air and hit the trash can with a dull "bang" sound.
A faint red light flickered in the corner of the corridor ceiling.
After taking care of his clothes, Qi Yu closed the door, picked up his laptop and went to check his work emails.
It is quiet at the back door. On weekdays, apart from the workers repairing the surveillance corridor lights, the cleaners cleaning up the garbage, and the delivery riders, few people appear here.
However, not long after Qi Yu closed the door, a tall figure walked out of the slowly opening elevator door.
The man has a tall and straight body, with a hunched back and shoulders. He is wearing a silk home suit, casual slippers from Balenciaga that cost 7,000 yuan a pair, and a Patek Philippe watch that costs several million yuan. He walks forward as if he is being illuminated by the spotlight of the fashion show.
One step, two steps, and finally standing in front of the trash can.
Then, he raised his right hand, which was wearing the Patek Philippe, and bent down, as if he was going to take out something priceless and valuable.
Reached into the trash can.
When he stood up with the black garbage bag, he glanced at the tightly closed back door on the right, turned around and walked quietly back into the elevator.
No one was alarmed during the whole process.
Only the garbage bag itself knows that it has been stolen.
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