Chapter 40 Chapter 40 "Ah, it's all your fault. The cat hit me...
Besides the light smell of the water breeze, there is also the wood pheromone that leaks out like a broken barrel on the riverside path of the manor.
The concentration was so high that when Feng Wen received Feng Nayun's second call and was told that Chen Che's pheromone disorder had worsened and he had entered the susceptible period early, he only squeezed out a light "ah" from his nose to indicate that it was all within his expectations.
So what if it's a susceptible period? Everyone has a susceptible period. Those who have wives can find wives, and those who don't can get injections. Do you have to bring up such a trivial matter?
Feng Nayun chuckled and reminded him, "It won't be that easy. Chen Che's condition is special. I heard he can't get injections. Just wait, you might get a lot of calls."
Feng Wen leaned lazily against the headboard of the bed, unconcerned: "Why is Chen Che calling me when he's in a sensitive period?"
Buzz—buzz—
The phone vibrated at the right moment.
The originally steady breathing of the person next to him was suddenly disrupted. Feng Wen raised an eyebrow, fished out Xie Zhizhi's cell phone from under the quilt, paused his gaze on the screen for a few seconds, sneered unhappily, and muted the phone.
"You have such a wicked tongue, Dad! What does it mean when Shen Che calls my boyfriend during his vulnerable period? Can I call the police?"
Feng Nayun felt a headache and opened his mouth to tell him to stop being immersed in his own world and to pull himself out of it occasionally to look at the reality objectively.
He was answered with an unrepentant chuckle.
"What's objective about this? Objectively, Chen Che was actually calling my girlfriend while he was in heat—he has such a wicked ambition, he deserves death."
His forehead jumped violently. Feng Nayun had his eyes on his forehead for most of his life and never thought that when he reached middle age, he would have to hold his nose and clean up such a mess for his son.
He suppressed his temper and spent half an hour analyzing the current situation for Feng Wen, including but not limited to how to preserve the young master's reputation while allowing you to seamlessly transition into the next generation. Given the current chaotic situation, Shen Che was absolutely furious. If that idiot could say something like "Ms. Song and the stocks jumped off the building together," couldn't he do the same? Don't just throw up your feet and say, "Dad, I want this, you figure it out." Your father isn't an imperial dictatorship!
The son who I had always liked so much was completely reduced to a biological son after this phone call.
Over there, Feng Wen hummed and hummed perfunctorily, raised his eyebrows, and said for the second time: "Why would I care so much?"
"If you can't beat me, I'm going to go find my mother. Where's my mother? Does she agree with this marriage?"
Human DNA inheritance is probably very powerful indeed.
Feng Nayun rubbed his temples. For the first time, he felt that the two of them might have a highly similar rogue DNA sequence, so that what they did was somewhat against public morals. However, he was slightly better, and at most he just stepped on his business partners.
Feng Nayun sneered: "Your mother is asleep, why are you asking? Why don't you ask Young Master Xie if he agrees with this marriage?"
On the other end of the line, his biological son sneered, a laugh that was in some ways identical to his own. Following a few rustling noises, the voice on the line faded away.
"Sweetheart, I think I bit my tongue while arguing with my daddy. Can I have a kiss?"
Young Master Xie was still running a fever at the time, and he reacted slowly for a while after hearing what was said. He sat up drowsily with a fever-reducing patch on his head, and without even opening his eyes, he leaned forward and kissed the corner of her lips instinctively.
Feng Wen nodded to the sound-receiving hole: "Come here and say I agree."
Xie Zhizhi was still confused and didn't understand. What did he agree to? He agreed to kiss her? They had already kissed?
Feng Wen repeated patiently, "Say yes, sweetheart."
Xie Zhizhi was so overwhelmed that he couldn't think straight. He finally decided to agree to this inexplicable request: "...I agree."
opposite:"……"
That was despicable enough. Feng Nayun hung up the phone directly.
In short, at this point, Feng Nayun had no choice but to hold his nose and deal with it. Fortunately, his biological son still had some conscience. A text message arrived late, making his phone buzz:
[Be careful with your behavior, Dad. I don't want to be seen as forcing a marriage. You know, in a relationship, I prefer mutual respect and no barriers. Be careful not to replace my sweet story with a love story full of hatred. ^_^]
In response, Feng Nayun flicked the ash off his cigarette expressionlessly but very roughly.
It was hard for him not to think about where the flaws in his family education lay. Otherwise, how could he have raised a child like Feng Wen, who wanted everything and acted so confidently?
After calming down for a while, Feng Nayun replied: [Okay, that's enough. From now on, I won't contact you except to ask for money.]
Feng Wen:[1]
Xie Zhizhi knew nothing of the above.
Monday's sunlight streamed in through the panoramic windows. In the distance, the mountains, stacked above the steel and iron framework, appeared in varying shades of blue-gray. Low-hanging clouds blurred the skyline. Everything looked soft and new.
Xie Zhizhi woke up and sat up slowly. The fever-reducing patch lost its stickiness and fell onto the bed with a plop.
Relying on muscle memory, I groped around on the bed, found my phone and checked the time. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon.
Secondly, there were fourteen missed calls in the notification message, all from...
Deep and thorough?
Putting down his phone, Xie Zhizhi looked around slowly. There was no one else on the light gray bed except himself, but it was indeed the master bedroom where he had slept for several days before.
He brushed his teeth and washed his face in a daze, then looked in front of the mirror for two minutes to wake up. His memory came back belatedly, and Xie Zhi subconsciously frowned.
Why did Shen Che call him so many times? He couldn't ask him for the medical expenses in person?
He walked out of the bedroom with his bare feet clacking, and into the living room. Feng Wen had a laptop leaning on his thighs, and was leaning on the sofa, typing on the keyboard intermittently. There was a plate of cut fruit on the coffee table, and it seemed that he had not had time to touch it yet.
Xie Zhizhi walked over.
"Are you awake?" Feng Wen closed the screen naturally and put it aside.
Xie Zhizhi narrowed his eyes, feeling that something was not right.
Xie Zhizhi snuggled into his arms after being hugged around the waist. He reached out and hooked Feng Wen's neck. "What are you doing?"
"Hmm..." Feng Wen blinked and raised his lips to smile, "Do something bad, sweetheart."
"What bad thing?"
The phone rang before the answer.
Feng Wen naturally took out his cell phone and took a look. There were two clear big words on the display: Chen Che.
Why is it Chen Che again? Xie Zhizhi was puzzled.
Feng Wen just raised his eyebrows as expected, made a "silence" gesture to him, swiped his fingertips, answered the call, hands-free, and threw it on the coffee table.
The electronic detection sounds of various medical instruments suddenly came.
Xie Zhizhi frowned and cast a questioning look at Feng Wen - was he so ruthless? Could Shen Che have been beaten into the ICU by him?
Feng Wen leaned over and kissed his chin, slowly mouthing: Don't be anxious.
About five seconds later, Shen Che's voice finally came coldly over the sound of the instruments.
"Brother, where is Xie Zhizhi?"
Feng Wen curled the corners of his lips. This was a completely expected opening remark.
He was the one who said he wanted to cancel the engagement at the beginning, and he is the one who is anxiously looking for someone now during the susceptible period. The purpose of this call is obvious, but how can such a good thing happen in the world?
Facing the increasingly puzzled gaze of the person in his arms, Feng Wen raised his hand and gently covered Xie Zhizhi's mouth.
He first said "Hmm?" in a puzzled manner, then spoke slowly:
"How would I know? If you wanted to find Xie Zhizhi, you should have called him. Why did you call me? Archer, are you sick and a little confused?"
A seemingly reasonable answer.
Inside the pure white ward, multiple high-precision medical devices operated non-stop. As the words fell, the previously barely stable readings suddenly began to fluctuate wildly, even jumping to a warning red.
The blond alpha lying on the hospital bed, whose eyes were hooked up to various colored wires, snorted coldly as if he had heard something absurd.
After sternly dismissing the doctors and nurses who had come to check on him, Shen Che scratched his hair anxiously, "I can't get through to him on the phone."
Across from him, Feng Wen asked in confusion, "So?"
His tone was sincere and flawless, as if he really had no idea what the call was about.
Shen Che's anxious movements suddenly stopped.
Of course he knew Feng Wen was pretending.
It was Feng Wen who appeared on the riverside path of the manor, and it was Feng Wen who took the silver chain. Everything was Feng Wen's fault, so why were you acting stupid with him now?!
Licking his overly sharp canine teeth, Chen Che took a deep breath and spoke slowly, word by word:
"So I called you and asked Xie Zhizhi to answer the phone. How long are you going to pretend? Are you going to tell me that he's not around?"
Hearing this, Feng Wen smiled lightly.
Of course, the person was by his side, but being there was one thing, and admitting it was another. Putting one thing first, how could he possibly give Shen Che the opportunity to talk about him?
Just as he was about to speak, Xie Zhizhi in his arms struggled slightly.
He lowered his head, and Xie Zhizhi pulled away his hand that was covering his mouth and mouthed: Don't cover it, it's too hot.
Feng Wen readily followed suit and reached out to move the small porcelain plate of fruit on the coffee table closer.
"Don't talk nonsense, Archer. I can't do anything if Xie Zhizhi doesn't answer the phone. There's no one else in my family. You're making it sound like we're not innocent. It's hard for me to handle this."
As he spoke, he slowly picked up a small piece of cut apple with a silver fork and touched Xie Zhizhi's lower lip with the flesh.
"Out of thin air? Making up rumors?" Chen Che sneered, "Isn't it a little too late to pretend to be innocent now? When you did it, didn't you consider that he was still engaged?"
Perhaps because he had no appetite, Xie Zhizhi tilted his head.
Feng Wen withdrew his hand and asked indifferently, "Huh? What bad did I do?"
Shen Che gritted his teeth: “How far do you want me to go?”
Feng Wen clicked his tongue helplessly.
After a while, he said in an innocent tone: "Chen Che, don't act like you're catching someone cheating. If you can't talk about witnesses or physical evidence, you have to talk about catching someone cheating in bed. What's the point of you coming to my house without any basis like this? It's very sad to hear it."
The tone was natural, even the accusations of discontent were perfectly placed. The call fell into an unspeakable silence, with only the beeping of the medical equipment remaining.
Feng Wen raised his eyebrows, thinking that this wouldn't be enough.
In a moment of silence, he lowered his eyes, looked at the person in his arms, and held the silver fork in his hand as he pushed the apple forward again:
"Okay, open your mouth. You should eat some apples after recovering from a serious illness. Even elementary school students know that one apple a day keeps the doctor away. Why are you so picky about food?"
Accompanied by a sudden sharp warning sound, Feng Wen raised his hand and gently grasped Xie Zhizhi's chin.
On the phone, Shen Che's voice was deep: "Feng Wen, who are you feeding the apple to? Didn't you just say that you were the only one at home?"
Seeing the silver fork being dodged again and again, Feng Wen couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Feed the cat."
Shen Che sneered, thinking it was ridiculous: “Cat?”
"Yes, a purebred cat. Very beautiful, but just recently arrived home and is a bit unwell. Do you think feeding it some apples would help?"
"Ha." Shen Che was disgusted. "How long are you going to put on this?"
Facing Shen Che's harsh questioning, Feng Wen didn't even blink.
As the words fell, the plump flesh pressed against the wet lips again.
Facing Xie Zhizhi's dissatisfied gaze, Feng Wen remained unmoved. Instead, he raised his eyebrows maliciously and pushed it in two more inches.
"Why are you saying such hurtful things?"
Ah, so stubborn, I didn’t send it in.
"It's really a cat, but it has a bad temper. Could you please keep your voice down? I'm afraid it will be scared by you and won't want to eat. Slurp, slurp, open your mouth."
Snap——
The food delivery was forcibly stopped.
"Ah, it's all your fault. A cat hit me." Feng Wen breathed softly, "Sure enough, the probability of a person being killed by a cat is definitely not zero."
silence.
The overly harsh instrument sound seemed to be a reminder that this call was short. After a few seconds, Feng Wen opened his lips, his tone unrecognizable as either happy or angry:
"Don't say I don't love you, Archer. I've prepared a gift for you, remember to check it."
beep--
The call was disconnected and the huge living room fell silent again.
After holding it in for a long time, Xie Zhizhi finally managed to speak. He asked in confusion, "What gift?"
Feng Wen lowered his head.
Rather than this question, he actually wanted to confirm one thing - even though it should be unlikely.
"Allergic to apples?"
"No." Xie Zhizhi denied, "But I don't really like eating when I'm thinking."
"oh."
Xie Zhizhi blinked in confusion.
My waist was suddenly tightened, and a bad premonition ran up my spine like an electric shock.
His lips parted slightly in a smile, and the apple on the silver fork finally had a place to go. When the sweet and moist flesh was forced into his mouth, Xie Zhizhi heard Feng Wen whisper "teaching" in his mouth with humiliation and anger:
"One apple a day, keep the doctor away. Honey, have you ever counted how many times you get sick in a month?"
This was followed by a burst of overly rapid breathing.
The rich flavor of apple mint lingered on the tip of his tongue, and the air in his lungs was squeezed out without mercy, making Xie Zhizhi feel a little dizzy.
After swallowing the last bite of fruit pulp while his Adam's apple was being licked, Xie Zhizhi calmed his breathing for a long time, pushed the alpha's head away, and commented in a hoarse voice: "Your acting just now was so fake."
Feng Wen just twitched his lips and said lazily, "It's good that I didn't leave any room for gossip, because I was just showing off."
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