Chapter 23: Flipping the Pot Is Also a Skillful Job

"Why not invite Young Master Feng to my house?" Shen Zhi's voice was so slow and lingering that it made people's breathing stop.

The eyes that were lingering on Shen Zhi swarmed over and shifted to Feng Shu. They were filled with envy and jealousy.

Feng Shu doesn't like men, especially men as handsome as Shen Zhi.

Feng Shu's eyes turned dark, and he said in a heavy tone, "Mr. Shen, please don't joke like this..."

"Big cleanup," Shen Zhi said the second half of the sentence slowly, and then he leisurely admired Feng Shu's face which suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Meeting Shen Zhi's teasing eyes, Feng Shu knew that Shen Zhi did it on purpose, just to make him look bad.

Laughter broke out all around.

How can cleaning up not be considered a big adventure?

Feng Shuqi laughed. Shen Zhi was really vindictive. It was just a big clean-up. He would definitely clean up the home of Mr. Shen, who had a "cleanliness obsession".

Shen Zhi is a clean freak and has a strong sense of boundaries. If it weren't for the purpose of tormenting Feng Shu, he would not let Feng Shu into his house.

Shen Zhi lives in a large flat. The interior design is as simple as his office. There are few pieces of furniture and it is very easy to clean. In fact, it doesn't need to be cleaned. In Feng Shu's eyes, it is very tidy and clean.

"Does this still need cleaning?" Feng Shu turned around and stretched out his arms, smelling the clean smell in the air.

Feng Shu put his hands in his pockets. He now suspected that Mr. Shen, who seemed noble on the surface, brought him back on purpose. As for the purpose, some outstanding men standing on the pyramid would be attracted to the same sex.

However, Shen Zhi miscalculated, he really didn't like men.

Even though he has a good-looking face that attracts both men and women, he has been pursued by many men and women since he was a child.

How can I describe Shen Zhi's method? It's very old-fashioned, but it doesn't leave anyone any room for rejection. It's much more advanced than other men who want to hang themselves.

He is very good at it, but unfortunately I have already seen through his plan.

Compared to the cold Shen Zhi, Feng Shu prefers to watch the enthusiastic and cheerful interactions of the young ladies in the live broadcast room.

Just for fun, no money spent, the main purpose is companionship.

Shen Zhi's eyes passed over the dusty sneakers on Feng Shu's feet. He looked up and caught the subtle expression on Feng Shu's face. Shen Zhi felt a little regretful for bringing him home just to trick Feng Shu. "Change your shoes and come with me."

"Oh," Feng Shu saw through Shen Zhi's little tricks, and if he wanted to pretend, he would pretend with him.

Shen Zhi took Feng Shu into a display room, which was very spacious, about 70 to 80 square meters. There were display cabinets inside, and the things in the cabinets were various, probably porcelain and bronze antiques.

Feng Shu could not help but be shocked. Even though he had never seen these things before returning to the Feng family, he knew that the hundreds of dazzling items in this room were all antiques.

"You..." Feng Shu said harshly, "You are quite generous."

Shen Zhi was not surprised by Feng Shu's reaction. The corners of his mouth curved slightly and then he straightened his lips: "Clean it up and wipe off the dust bit by bit with a rag."

Shen Zhi threw the cotton towel he usually used to Feng Shu, and before leaving, he told Feng Shu, who was still immersed in disbelief, "After you're done, mop the floor. It's very dirty."

Each exhibit was protected by a separate glass cover. Feng Shu counted the number and saw that there were at least a hundred pieces. He would die here after wiping them all. Feng Shu was absolutely sure of this outcome.

Feng Shu lowered his head, his sneakers were wrapped in shoe covers, and he looked back along the footsteps he had come from. The outline of his footprints was faintly visible on the white floor. Feng Shu swore that he would not lie on the floor so that he could not see clearly.

Feng Shu was a man of few words. He watched Shen Zhi leave and then started to work without complaint.

Two hours later, Feng Shu raised his arm to wipe the sweat off his forehead, leaned against the glass cabinet to rest, and looked around to see that he had only wiped one-third of the way. Shen Zhi was such a jerk, it seemed like he was really being used as free labor for him.

Could it be that Shen Zhi just wanted to punish himself? He had no other ideas.

Fuck! Are you still being sentimental?

Feng Shu resigned himself to his fate and stood up. He exhaled towards the glass cabinet he had just leaned against and wiped off the human-shaped sweat mark left on him with a rag.

"Be careful," the voice was like cutting ice and breaking jade, pleasant to the ear, but the tone was especially like that of a slave master forcing labor.

Feng Shu held a small white porcelain glaze petal-shaped dish in his palm and was about to put it into his mouth. It looked soft and tender like cotton candy. Feng Shu had no resistance to sweets, so he tried his best to lift the dish up to the level of his eye line when he heard that.

Pretending to appreciate it, he exclaimed, "This disc should only exist in heaven, how many times can people in the world hear of it?" Finally, he looked back at Shen Zhi with a serious expression and raised his thumb, "Mr. Shen really has a good eye."

Shen Zhi changed out of his formal and reserved suit and put on a black satin nightgown. A thin rope was tied around his waist, creating a very fine arc on his waist. The collar covered his collarbone, and his cold white skin looked transparent jade-colored under the smooth fabric.

Feng Shu's eyes wandered over the white porcelain glaze in Shen Zhihe's hands. The two seemed to have the same color, and the meaning of the objects followed their owners.

Shen Zhi was forced to drink several glasses of wine in the bar. His calm peach blossom eyes were somewhat sparkling due to the smell of alcohol. The thin corners of his eyes were hooked with bright red, which was hazy and sexy.

"A Tang Dynasty five-pointed white porcelain plate, 260,000 yuan," Shen Zhi said coldly, ignoring Feng Shu's flattery, and said calmly, "You'll have to pay for it if you break it."

Shen Zhi was like a gust of wind, coming silently and leaving leisurely and calmly.

Feng Shu examined the small plate in his hand, which was not even the size of his palm. Why was it so expensive? It was just like its owner, useless, expensive, and flashy.

Shen Zhileng's porcelain-like neck flashed through Feng Shu's mind, with an intoxicating pink glow and watery eyes. His cold body fragrance was mixed with the lingering aroma of wine, which penetrated his bones and was full of charm.

Could it be that Shen Zhi came here to tease me on purpose?

Feng Shu noticed his slightly heavy breathing and made a "tsk" sound in annoyance.

What a cunning man! He had to leave early. Tonight, Shen Zhi would use his big moves. He couldn't handle it and would fall into Shen Zhi's trap sooner or later.

Feng Shu adjusted his mindset and worked overtime for an hour and a half to finish wiping the remaining exhibits. Finally, he mopped the floor that was stained with dust from his shoe soles.

Mission accomplished.

Feng Shu was about to tell Shen Zhi to leave, but Shen Zhi was sitting in front of his notebook in the living room with a solemn expression. His hands kept tapping away, and the soft tones of the fluorescent screen were reflected on Shen Zhi's face, casting a hazy glow.

Shen Zhi is busy and Feng Shu doesn't want to interfere. Qiaojia, despite the reputation of the National Government, is actually a scumbag. She is conservative and sticks to the old ways, so no matter how brilliant her plans are, she can't implement them.

As the founder's letter, the purpose is clear and understandable. Shen Zhi is his knife, a sharp blade to cure old illnesses.

Shen Zhi supported the huge Qiao Jia, and complicated documents flew in like snowflakes, gathering into a mountain that was crushing enough to kill him.

Feng Shu had no intention of targeting Shen Zhi, he just disliked Feng Xinyou and instinctively resisted all of Feng Xinyou's decisions, including accepting Shen Zhi's teachings and becoming a qualified successor to Qiaojia.

Feng Shu leaned against the window on the other side of the corridor, leaving a gap to let in the restless night wind, bringing with it the noisy cicada sounds.

"Click", Feng Shu lit the cigarette with a lighter, wisps of smoke rose up, Feng Shu held the cigarette holder and took a deep breath, his usually playful expression became much more serious, and the smoke rings he exhaled showed an indescribable sexiness.

The misty smoke filled Feng Shu's strong and handsome features. In the mixture of light and dark, his dark brown eyes were deep and profound. The gorgeous color showed its true color, as noble and unfathomable as the ancient Greek nobles in the last century.

Shen Zhi's nose moved slightly, and a strong smell of nicotine mixed with mint floated over. He raised his eyelids and happened to meet the flash of scarlet fire between Feng Shu's lips.

"Pinch it off."

Feng Shu paused as he was about to look at the cigarette ash flying outside the window, and glanced sideways to meet Shen Zhi's angry eyes. Well, this was Shen Zhi's home.

Feng Shu used his thin fingers to press the burning cigarette butt against Shen Zhi's windowsill.

Shen Zhi's eyelids twitched violently.

Feng Shu dispersed the smoke in the air and walked straight towards Shen Zhi.

The grey sports pants were very visible, and the huge object rose and fell as Feng Shu walked, outlining different shapes as it came closer and closer. Shen Zhi could even clearly see its bulging arc.

Feng Shu lowered his head along Shen Zhi's line of sight, curled his lips in a scoundrelly manner, and said in a sly voice: "Jealous?"

Maybe it was an accident last time, but this time Shen Zhi was caught red-handed by himself. Shen Zhi was undoubtedly excellent, and his perfect resume also made Feng Shu admire him sincerely. He had the capital to envy this kind of proud son of heaven.

There is an indescribable sense of superiority.

"Very big," Shen Zhi said in a light tone as if he was talking about an ordinary trivial matter. He looked at Feng Shu calmly, and there was no intimacy in his cold peach blossom eyes. It was as if he was praising... an ordinary object.

But to Feng Shu, it is not an ordinary object, it is a display of charm and a medal to attract the opposite sex. Now it is described lightly by a man in a tone of praise.

Feng Shu thought Shen Zhi would avoid the question, but Shen Zhi's answer was unexpected. Feng Shu's heart beat abnormally in his chest.

Facing Shen Zhi's overly calm face, Feng Shu couldn't help but wonder if this was another weird trick Shen Zhi was playing on him.

Feng Shu had a bottom line. According to the jokes, Mr. Shen, who was out of touch with the world, would not be able to get away with it in the hands of himself, who had grown up in the mixed market.

"Do you want to try?" Feng Shu raised his eyebrows, waiting with interest for the aloof Mr. Shen in front of him to break down. He always suffered losses, and he couldn't continue to suffer losses when he had an advantage.

Shen Zhi's long and slender eyebrows were calm, his amber pupils were still soaked with moisture, his thick eyelashes were lifted, and his cool peach blossom eyes showed a pure warmth at this moment.

Shen Zhi had beautiful lips, the color of which was as sweet as blood, his white teeth were clenched, and words like jade beads rolled out of his mouth.

"OK."

Feng Shu frowned and restrained his cynical expression. He was not thinking about why Shen Zhi would agree or whether his guess that Shen Zhi coveted him was correct, nor was he sure that the calm and composed Shen Zhi in front of him would not agree.

Feng Shu's eyes swept across Shen Zhi's slender waist with a dark look. What he thought was that Shen Zhi would cry in pain.

"Are you serious?" Feng Shu tried to treat it as a joke, but he couldn't move the corners of his stiff mouth.

Shen Zhi leaned close to Feng Shu. A faint sweet fragrance wafted out from Shen Zhi's nightgown, delicately entwining with Feng Shu's breath. His thin eyelids pressed down tiny folds, and the beautiful corners of his eyes spread an intoxicating red.

"Let's go to the hotel," Shen Zhilei said fiercely, turned around and left.

Feng Shu stayed where he was with a gloomy expression on his face. He looked at Shen Zhi's back with a dark ink in his eyes. His heart was beating like a drum. It was undeniable that Feng Shu was shaken for a moment.