Chapter 10 Chapter 10 It seems that the Shen family’s engagement is just…
After blowing his hair and changing his clothes, Xie Zhizhi came out of the locker room and saw Feng Wen sitting on the sofa fiddling with a ball of white cloth with great interest.
The fabric style looked very familiar, and Xie Zhizhi couldn't help but take a closer look and found that it was a boxing bandage.
I don't know what's wrong with this guy. When he has nothing to do, he doesn't play with his mobile phone, but studies a torn bandage, not even caring that it is still stained with sweat. You can tell at a glance that it is not something that has been washed clean but just not stored properly.
As he walked over, Xie Zhizhi felt a little nervous at first, thinking that he seemed to have revealed his tracks. With a strong sense of crisis, he rehearsed in his mind how to make up for it. The more he walked, the more he wondered, "Why does Feng Wen care about me?"
As the distance shortened, Xie Zhizhi's expression changed from slightly guilty to confident.
Feng Wen found it funny, and wisely stopped entwining his fingers.
"Can you box?" he asked.
His expression was neither overly inquiring nor suspicious, but just the right amount of "let's find a topic to talk about" interest in chatting - even though he had deliberately sent the man home from the boxing gym half an hour ago.
Hearing this, Xie Zhizhi's original intention of saying "Don't touch other people's things casually" was pitifully stuck.
He uttered unclear "hmm, ahh" perfunctorily, clearly being evasive.
Feng Wen: "What does 'hmmmm ahhh' mean? Are you good at fighting?"
Xie Zhizhi glanced at him and said dryly, "No, not really."
Walking forward and grabbing Feng Wen's unconscious right hand, Xie Zhizhi planned to take back the withheld property on his own.
Feng Wen didn't struggle.
He cooperated very well and sat on the sofa, stretching his hands, letting Xie Zhizhi busy himself around his hands, saying, "So handsome, can you teach me?" With a half-smile in his eyes, he looked at Beta who was there with a headache on his face, as if he was defusing a bomb.
If it was tied normally, it would be untied very quickly, but it was obvious that Feng Wen did not use a normal tying method.
The slender hands were wrapped in white bandages, and it looked like an unethical first aid was performed by an unlicensed summer intern at a black clinic.
Xie Zhizhi looked at the pile of bandages that looked like dog shit with a puzzled look on his face. The words "Forget it, you're hopeless" were on the tip of his tongue, but he felt that it was heartless, so he swallowed it back in frustration.
Feng Wen tilted his head towards him: "Isn't it possible?"
Xie Zhizhi tugged at the tightly stuck bandage head and said with a hypocritical smile, "Of course, I'll definitely do it next time."
Then he lowered his head, passed the end of the bandage through a knot, and pulled it out with difficulty.
It is an unspoken truth that for adults there will definitely not be a next time.
But Feng Wen didn't seem to intend to keep it a secret. He nodded cheerfully and said, "Then I'll find a time to invite you to the boxing gym?"
Xie Zhizhi glanced at him with resistance, then said involuntarily, "...Okay."
Feng Wen gave a short laugh.
His eyes slid down in boredom, finally fixing on the hands that were constantly moving up and down.
Feng Wen narrowed his eyes and saw a large area of red on Xie Zhizhi's knuckles and even forearm from excessive impact.
No need to ask where he came from, of course it was the red-haired alpha from Apex.
Feng Wen retracted his hand and said, "I'll do it myself." He took the half-removed bandage.
It will be faster to deal with the sins you have committed yourself.
He quickly removed the bandage and said, "I'll give it back to you." Feng Wen handed the thing over.
After Xie Zhizhi took it, he threw it on the sofa and said, "I'm going to eat." Then he moved towards the dining room.
Halfway through the walk, she noticed Feng Wen had no intention of following her, so she looked at him sideways, puzzled, "Aren't you going to eat with us?"
Feng Wen thought for a few seconds, then stood up and slowly followed.
The two sat opposite each other at a square table in the restaurant.
Five giant takeout lunch boxes were placed in a big circle on the table. At first glance, they looked like they could feed at least four adults.
"Are we the only ones eating?"
Feng Wen nodded: "What else?"
"I thought you were hosting a banquet at my house."
Feng Wen laughed and reached out to take Xie Zhizhi's small porcelain bowl.
A small bowl of fish porridge was gently placed in front of him. Young Master Xie was used to being served and didn't think there was anything wrong. He said thank you softly and started to drink it with peace of mind.
There were no unnecessary movements. He brought the white porcelain spoon to his lips, and when he took it away, his lips were still clean without even a drop of soup on them. He was so elegant.
"It's quite delicious. Where did you buy it from?"
Feng Wen looked at him, then took out his cell phone and sent a text message very frankly.
A minute later, Feng Wendan said, "Yu Haitang."
Xie Zhizhi looked at him with an indescribable expression.
"What's the difference between you and me ordering takeout?"
If he orders takeout, he can still fight a few more fights...
Feng Wen smiled: "Yes."
"I don't need you to pay for delivery and meal costs."
"And it hurts me when you talk like that."
……oh
Xie Zhizhi focused his attention on eating, his eyes on his nose and his nose on his mind.
At the end of the meal, the dishes on the table were only left with scratches.
Feng Wen finished his part-time job of chatting and serving food, and sat back on the sofa where he had been at the beginning. He took out his phone to call the driver to take him downstairs and take him home.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xie Zhizhi groping furtively in the corner cabinet. He took a quick look and asked in an old-fashioned way:
"If you can eat snacks, why don't you eat a few more bites of rice?"
Xie Zhizhi took out a pack of Pocky, opened it, and held it in his mouth, blinking and saying, "Stop being someone else's dad."
Feng Wen smiled, turned around and sent a voice message to the driver: "Five minutes later."
Xie Zhizhi looked at him when he heard that: "Leaving? So early?"
Feng Wen put down his phone for a moment and pretended to be confused: "I've already served you dinner. Do you have any other instructions, Master?"
“…”
Xie Zhizhi held the pocky in his mouth and stabbed it back obediently: "I'm so sad when you talk like that."
Feng Wen raised the corner of his lips slightly and stood up from the sofa: "Stop imitating others and talk like an ordinary person. Won't you send me off?"
"Oh." Xie Zhizhi had no choice but to get up from the sofa, and walked while biting the biscuit stick in his mouth with a crunching sound.
While waiting for the elevator, Xie Zhizhi took out a new one and politely passed it to the side before putting it in his mouth, like handing out a cigarette: "Want some?"
Without waiting for anyone to speak, he tried to pull his hand back as if he had anticipated it.
I didn't want to eat it originally -
"Why are you shrinking?" Feng Wen leaned over and took the biscuit stick. When he bit it, he found that it had the same choking matcha flavor as last time.
He frowned as he chewed and said, "Don't you have any other flavors?"
It’s not like you haven’t eaten it before. Xie Zhizhi rolled his eyes and held out his hand angrily: “What are you dissatisfied with? Then give it back to me.”
The palm of the hand moves slightly.
"Give it back to you."
Feng Wen leaned over and returned the remaining half to him.
He lowered his eyes and saw that the half brown biscuit stick in his palm seemed to have a faint sheen of water on one end. Xie Zhizhi fell silent.
bite--
The elevator door opens.
"Feng Wen." Xie Zhizhi called out as calmly as possible.
"Hmm?" Feng Wen turned his head as he stepped into the elevator. The next second, he felt a pain on his lips, and the biscuit was pushed back into his mouth by Qiangxin.
Beta reached out and pressed the elevator closing button for him with a snort. As he walked out, his lips moved slightly while mumbling something, which probably wasn't a good thing.
The elevator slowly closed.
In the narrowed field of vision, Feng Wen saw that Xie Zhizhi, with a slightly sour expression, had a pocky in his mouth that swayed from time to time due to chewing. Without waiting for the elevator to completely close and go down, as if he had fulfilled his duty of seeing off the guest, he scratched his neck without any regrets and turned away. When he turned around, the side of his neck was exposed with an exaggerated hot red.
Feng Wen paused.
*
Feng Wen leaned lazily in the Maybach, feeling that he could smell the sweet taste of matcha when his tongue licked through the gaps between his teeth.
As they drove out of Anhuan Bay, the cell phone in his pocket, which was pressed against his thigh, vibrated. Feng Wen took a look and pursed his lips meaningfully.
After sliding the call through, Feng Wen asked slowly, "Ache, what's wrong?"
After Shen Che on the opposite side said something hurriedly, his brows knitted slightly, and he said with advice: "You'd better listen to the old man. It won't look good if you insist on making a fuss like this."
Shen Che's emotional state was clearly unstable over the phone. Feng Wen listened wearily, pinching his Jingmingxue. His voice was weak, "How can I come to see you when you're locked up in the old mansion by the old man?"
After a few seconds, as if he had heard something extremely childish, he laughed out loud and said slowly, "It's no use begging me. I can't get you out. You might as well go and ask Xie Zhizhi for help."
Before he could finish his words, a busy tone came from the phone.
This wasn't the first time Feng Wen was hung up on by Shen Che.
Archer, who was once as bright and cute as a little golden retriever, seemed to have disappeared without a trace through cell metabolism. Feng Wen was not unaware of it, but he felt that some harmless bad temper was acceptable.
Feng Wen calmly locked his phone and looked out the window bored.
The night is half over.
The red glow of the setting sun is burning in the distance, the street lights have been turned on early, and the city is still bustling with traffic.
He thought about it very calmly, or to be more precise, he weighed it very calmly for a while, and then made a phone call.
The phone rang and was quickly connected.
Feng Wen's tone was unusually obedient, and even his eyes were lowered to his knees.
"Uncle Zhang, I'm Feng Wen, good evening."
On the other end of the phone, Zhang Yongan put down the cup, and his obviously weathered face gave a gentle and intimate smile when he heard the voice.
"It's rare to see you call me, what's wrong, Wen?"
The Pu'er tea soup sways slightly.
"I'd like to ask Uncle Zhang for a favor."
Zhang Yongan smiled: "And when you ask Uncle Zhang for help, it's even more rare. What happened?"
Feng Wen tapped his fingertips rhythmically. "It's nothing serious. I just wanted to trouble you to do a test for me privately."
He emphasized the word "privately".
Zhang Yongan raised his eyebrows: "Test?"
“Shen Che, the son of the Shen family, do you still remember him?”
Zhang Yongan recalled: “Ah…Shen Siduo’s son, the one you played well with.”
“Yes, I would like to ask you to help me do a pheromone matching test for Shen Che.”
Zhang Yongan pondered for a moment and asked, "Matching test? Who is the youngest son of the Shen family with?"
Feng Wen didn't answer directly. "I'll deliver the materials to you personally. Just one thing: Please keep it confidential for me, okay, Uncle Zhang?"
If it wasn't Feng Wen who was speaking, this would have been a rather unreasonable request. Conducting a matching test privately on the Shen family's youngest son without his knowledge was hardly a legitimate procedure.
After a few seconds, Zhang Yongan chuckled tolerantly, "It's not a big deal."
"Is it inconvenient to tell me the use, Wen?"
Feng Wen raised the corner of his mouth and said indifferently, "It's not really inconvenient."
A drop of rain hit the car window.
Feng Wen's gaze wandered briefly, and he saw through the window that the sky was gradually darkening, and the remaining afterglow had disappeared completely.
Feng Wen changed his sitting position.
"It's just that the Shen family's engagement seems to still be something to discuss, Uncle Zhang."
After a while, a knowing chuckle came from the phone.
For the next ten minutes, Feng Wen chatted with Zhang Yongan about trivial matters. During the conversation, a new call came in. Feng Wen hesitated for a moment and did not choose to answer or hang up.
I don’t know how many red lights it was in the rain, but as the light beam jumped to green, the call with Zhang Yongan came to an end.
This time, Feng Wen did not lock the screen and put away his phone immediately.
He opened the call log and saw a string of numbers without any notes that were not connected. Feng Wen clicked on the call back button.
No one answered.
"Turn around and go to Anhuan Bay."
The driver nodded slightly and drove to the leftmost lane.
Feng Wen pursed his lips and continued to dial. After a few long seconds, an electronic female voice came: "I'm sorry, the number you dialed..."
hang up.
Why did Xie Zhizhi call him? Feng Wen's jaw tightened, and he felt some inexplicable emotions surging in the rain.
"How long have you been driving?"
In the rearview mirror, the alpha frowned tightly, his fingertips tapping occasionally on the right leather armrest. Although he didn't deliberately exert pressure on the negative emotions, the air was stagnant with a strange and gloomy smell.
The driver carefully averted his gaze and said, "...less than twenty minutes."
"How long will it take to get back?"
This is actually a very unnecessary question.
There was a chilly smell in the air. The driver stared at the poor road conditions ahead after the rain and said cautiously, "Try to go as fast as possible. Fifteen minutes should be enough."
In the rain, the Maybach's speed increased again. Feng Wen didn't say anything else, but just patiently listened to the call music on his phone, and then clicked replay again when the call failed to connect.
The driver looked straight ahead. Even though he had worked there for so many years, he still felt that the eldest son of the Feng family, who always seemed to be indifferent, was actually the most difficult to talk to.
Fifteen minutes exactly.
Chi——
The wheels splashed a small string of water.
The door of the Maybach opened, and Feng Wen, with a cold face, took out a long-handled umbrella, opened it neatly, and got out of the car.
The raindrops were blocked by the umbrella and had to change their natural falling trajectory. After a snapping sound, they merged with each other and finally flowed down eagerly along the umbrella ribs.
No one answered the phone he kept calling back. Feng Wen walked back into the place he had just left less than forty minutes ago, but this time he was obviously gloomy and angry compared to before.
He calmly listed many possibilities, such as: something left behind, sudden discomfort, something else to say, etc., and eliminated them one by one as he moved forward.
After all, this does not constitute a reason for Xie Zhizhi to make a call but the call was not connected, and then call back but the call could not be connected again.
Feng Wen slowly pursed his lips, and as he approached Building A, his smoky-gray eyes locked precisely on the wall—there was an extremely abnormal dark shadow there.
Thank you, know it.
The three words rolled on his lips, Feng Wen closed his umbrella, walked in, and easily picked the man up from the ground.
"Xie Zhizhi, why are you—" not answering the phone?
Before he could finish his words, Feng Wen's eyes suddenly narrowed.
The black-haired beta's eyes were hazy as she fell softly on him. Her overheated body temperature pressed against him, making Feng Wen feel the cold dampness on his body caused by the rain.
If his arm had not subconsciously retracted and clamped Beta's waist, Xie Zhizhi would probably have slid down his body like a soft noodle, and then shrank back to the ground and turned into a black ball.
So, there is no way to argue with others.
He pursed his lips and threw the phone into his pocket. He then dragged Xie Zhizhi by the butt and picked him up with one hand, just like he did outside Hancui Lake, and wrapped his two soft legs around his waist and back.
Xie Zhizhi's head shook for a moment, and finally rested on the broad shoulders, his face pressed hotly against Feng Wen's neck, his breath was hot.
Feng Wen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened the umbrella with one hand.
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