Half an hour later, Zhuang Li and Feng Ming sat face to face on the balcony of their hotel room. Both of them had taken off their ties and undone several buttons on their shirts.
"Have you learned it?" Zhuang Li quickly finished a glass of red wine.
"That's about right." Feng Ming put down his phone unsurely.
"Then teach me." As he said this, Zhuang Li took off his belt.
Feng Ming's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his mouth dry and he couldn't speak. A simple gesture from Mr. Big Secretary had set his whole body on fire.
Seeing Feng Ming just swallowing his saliva without saying anything, Zhuang Li picked up his phone and looked at it, then raised an eyebrow and said, "It's very simple, just like making coffee. You grind it first, then mix it together and boil it over high heat. When it boils, you add creamer to let the flavor spread."
Feng Ming: “…”
Shit! The image is coming out!
He lowered his head and silently crossed his legs.
Zhuang Li threw his cell phone casually on the coffee table, walked into the bathroom slowly with his bare white feet.
Soon, the sound of water could be heard, and he lazily called out, "What are you still dawdling about?"
Feng Ming immediately stood up, walked into the bathroom in two steps, and then froze.
I saw Mr. Da Mi, wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, standing under the dripping water, holding the glass door with his hands, with his eyes lowered and silent.
The warm water created a white mist, making everything around them seem unreal. The secretary, whose eyes and cheeks were red from a glass of wine, looked up from the mist, his misty eyes fixed on him, and in a hoarse voice, he ordered, "Come here."
Feng Ming's heart skipped a beat, and then he walked over with his hands and feet together. His heavy breathing echoed in the cramped space.
This scene is almost exactly the same as yesterday!
And last night in his dream, Feng Ming did things he had never done before, madly and tirelessly.
"Can you kiss?" He couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality when he heard Mr. Secretary ask this.
However, before he could answer, his lips were kissed by another pair of wet and hot lips.
It was not until this moment that Feng Ming realized that reality could be more wonderful and shocking than dreams...
The boiling coffee bubbling in the pot.
In the turbulent water, Zhuang Li grabbed Feng Ming's neck and whispered in his ear in a low, hoarse voice, "If you dare to betray me, I will kill you!"
His fierce expression and powerful stance didn't detract from his handsomeness; instead, they added a touch of irresistible charm to him. The sweat from the tip of his nose slid down onto Feng Ming's face, bringing a scorching heat.
Even the highest concentration of caffeine is no more than that.
Feng Ming looked at this man with fascination, his heart completely falling for him...
An hour and a half later, Zhuang Li stood in front of the mirror, tidying himself up, while the waiter brought them brand new suits.
He buttoned up all the buttons of his shirt, tied his tie neatly and neatly, and then put on his gold-rimmed glasses that were polished to look as clean as new.
Feng Ming sat aside and looked at him intently.
"Are we going back?" Feng Ming asked in a low voice, his face full of satisfaction, but also hiding tension and fear.
He was afraid that after this incident, Mr. Secretary would choose to completely distance himself from him in both work and life. Indulgence often brings not love, but bitter regret.
"Well, the company still has a lot of things to deal with." Zhuang Li looked completely businesslike and didn't even look back when he spoke.
Feng Ming's heart couldn't help but sink. He had a premonition that the most difficult situation for him to face seemed to be happening.
However, the next second, his slowly torn heart miraculously healed.
It was because the chief secretary suddenly turned around, walked slowly towards him, then reached out his hand, carefully and gently helped him button his shirt, tie his tie, and smoothed the wrinkles on his suit jacket.
It was as if they had returned to a time before everything happened.
Zhuang Li whispered in Feng Ming's ear, "If you don't betray me, I won't betray you either."
"What?" Feng Ming looked at him in disbelief.
Zhuang Li simply stroked his strong chest gently, then picked up the car keys and walked towards the door.
Even without explaining, Feng Ming could vaguely guess what he meant. Having experienced betrayal by all his loved ones and suffered a devastating blow, his heart had collapsed, but his inner core remained unshaken.
He was telling Feng Ming: I don't regret marrying you. As long as you don't betray me, I will go on with you.
He is still the gentle, strong and principled Secretary Zhuang.
Is that so? Feng Ming wasn't quite sure of his guess, but his depressed mood quickly climbed to the peak of ecstasy.
He chased after her, his voice filled with suppressed desire and excitement: "If I never betray you, will you stay with me forever?"
"As long as you can do it forever." Zhuang Li said without turning his head.
"I can do it!" Feng Ming caught up with him and walked side by side with him, his eyes burning as he looked at his profile, his tone full of fanaticism.
Zhuang Li chuckled, seemingly not taking this unrealistic oath seriously.
But Feng Ming was full of confidence in the future. His gloomy brows finally relaxed completely, and his eyes shone brightly, and the surging vitality returned to him.
A word from the secretary can determine his mood for the whole day, or even the whole year.
"Are we dating now?" Feng Ming asked nervously, holding his breath.
"What do you think?" Zhuang Li raised his eyebrows and asked back.
"I'm your boyfriend!" Feng Ming said firmly.
"That's it." As soon as Zhuang Li stretched out his hand, Feng Ming pressed the down button for him, and then used his hand to hold the elevator door for him, with a very attentive attitude.
Zhuang Li walked into the elevator, his lips curled up. Not only was Feng Ming in a good mood, he also felt more relaxed than ever before.
"I will take good care of you from now on." Feng Ming hugged his waist from behind, and asked with red ears: "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Zhuang Li did not struggle to break free from his arms, but leaned back instead.
Feng Ming's heart leaped with joy again.
"Were you happy just now?" His already red ears became even hotter.
"Happy." Zhuang Li did not say anything against his will.
"Do you want it again next time?" Feng Ming was so nervous that he even forgot to breathe.
"If you can keep up this level, I don't think I'll get tired of you." Zhuang Li stepped out of the elevator, tossed him the car keys, and said, "My back hurts, you drive."
Feng Ming wanted to jump up and give a high five to the heavens. He took the car keys and attentively helped Mr. Secretary open the door.
When they got in the car, they both turned off airplane mode on their phones, and calls and text messages immediately began pouring in.
Zhuang Li quickly read through it and found that there was nothing serious.
Feng Ming, however, was perplexed as he held his phone. His father had called him three times, looking very anxious. Just then, a fourth call came in, the ringtone ringing desperately, like a death knell.
Feng Ming didn't want to answer, he knew what his father would say.
"He must be talking about us." Zhuang Li glanced at the phone screen and asked, "What are you going to do? If you're in a difficult situation, I can pretend that what happened before never happened. I can even go back with you and explain what happened last night to your father."
His tone sounded nonchalant, as if he didn't care about anything, but his face was hardened.
He glanced at Feng Ming, with a hint of sneer on his lips.
The person who just said he would never betray could throw these vows behind his back in the blink of an eye because of huge benefits. This was something he had long anticipated.
Feng Ming became anxious when he realized that Mr. Da Mi had once again isolated him with a thick ice wall.
He answered the phone immediately, and after listening to his father's questioning, he said slowly and firmly, "Yes, I am gay, and I like Secretary Zhuang. I will not break up with him. If you want to deprive me of my inheritance, please do so. I don't care. Okay, I'll be back soon, you wait."
Zhuang Li looked at him in surprise.
Feng Ming hung up the phone and explained, "I have to go back now. My father asked me to jointly issue a statement with him to give up the inheritance rights. I'm sorry to disappoint you. I can't get the Feng Group. It seems that the only thing I can give you is Yilan."
He gripped his phone tightly and asked nervously, "Do you think I'm useless? But I don't want to fight with them anymore. I just want to be with you peacefully. If I don't quit, they'll definitely make a big fuss about you. I have to protect you."
Zhuang Li looked at him steadily, with many complex and rich emotions flowing in his eyes.
After a long time, so long that Feng Ming's heartbeat stopped, he reached out, grabbed Feng Ming's tie, and forcefully pulled him closer.
"I don't think you are useless." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Li kissed Feng Ming's thin lips.
After the kiss, he looked deeply into her eyes and whispered, "You let me know that even if the whole world betrays me, you won't."
Feng Ming hugged him tightly and swore, "Of course I won't. To me, family property is not important. You are the most important."
He mustered up his courage and slowly poured out the confession he had been brewing for a long time: "Others love money, but I only love you."
These words were obviously directed at Wu Qiqi and Wu Zirui.
On one side, he abandoned his wife and son for money; on the other side, he abandoned Feng Ming, who had hundreds of billions of assets for him. As long as Zhuang Li was still sane, he should understand who was the one who truly loved him.
7480 sighed, "The gods are very capable too. But if he were unlucky enough to meet a money-worshiper, his confession would definitely fail. Without even his family fortune, who would want him?"
"I want it." Zhuang Li not only smiled in his heart, but also slowly revealed a smile on his face.
He finally raised his hands and responded to Feng Ming's hug.
Feng Ming let go of the breath he had been holding, tears welling up in his eyes. In order to gain the trust of Mr. Da Mi, he had done everything he could and should do.
He seemed to have lost a lot, but he had no regrets at all.
"You won't regret it." At the same time, Zhuang Li said the same words in his ear.
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