Chapter 24: Flipping the Pot Is Also a Skillful Job

The faint light of morning light filtered through the gaps in the thick curtains, forming a clear dividing line, shining on the shirtless man lying on the big bed. The bright sunlight covered the man's bronze skin.

From the broad back muscles to the tight narrow waist.

The broad palm was groping unconsciously beside him, the sturdy arm bulged with smooth muscle lines, and the residual warmth beside him had long since disappeared.

Feng Shu opened his eyes with great effort, and saw no one beside him. He rubbed his face to wake himself up.

Is it poisonous? Why did I get so carried away as to get involved with Shen Zhi last night?

Shit, he said Shen Zhi was eyeing his two taels of flesh, and he really succeeded. Feng Shu got up and put on his clothes, staring at his elder brother. Why did his own family betray him and quickly surrender to the enemy? It was really hateful.

Shen Zhi was just a little whiter, a little more fragrant, and a little softer, but he was a man, a real man. Feng Shu had not forgotten that Shen Zhi had scolded him and told him to get out yesterday. It was a great shame and humiliation.

Feng Shu covered Shen Zhi's mouth to block out those annoying sounds, and physically tortured Shen Zhi to the point where he could not move, barely regaining his dignity as a man.

Feng Shu couldn't help but think of Shen Zhi last night. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of mist, tears were dripping from the upturned corners of her eyes, her nose was rosy, her cheeks were flushed seductively, and her cold, white, and delicate skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat and a hint of pink.

The strong waist and abdomen also recalled the strength of last night. Feng Shu silently watched the bulge in his pants gradually, and thought, if he got it closed, he would not be embarrassed in front of Shen Zhi.

grass!

What is he thinking? Even if he betrays himself, he is connected with him by blood. At worst, he should control himself and not follow Shen Zhi just because he hooks up with him. Feng Shu believes in his self-control.

Feng Shu changed his clothes. It was not yet seven o'clock and he still had an hour before he had to punch in for work. He estimated Qiaojia's journey and knew she would not be late.

Feng Shu's mouth turned down. This was not good. How could the heir of Qiao Jia come to work on time? Setting an example was out of the question. Feng Shu decided to take a stroll on the way before going to the company.

It was almost nine o'clock when we arrived at the company. Feng Shu didn't know many people in Qiaojia, only the three Shen Zhis, Fang Yinyin, and Shen Zhi's lackey assistant.

Fang Yinyin was not there. The head of the R&D department was a chubby young man who was holding a design plan with a worried look on his face. He ran into Feng Shu. After last night, Zhou Chang was completely impressed by this young master.

He is handsome and humble, but he is not very serious.

"Brother, you look so handsome today!" Zhou Chang looked at Feng Shu's particularly stylish grey suit with envy. The luxurious fabric had a pearlescent luster, and the fitted style perfectly showed off Feng Shu's superior figure.

The gorgeous dark brown eyes seemed to have found the most suitable decoration for it, and the sharp and cold facial lines also revealed the nobility and connotation of a billionaire heir, which was intimidating.

Feng Shu smiled complacently, and his sharp eyes and eyebrows immediately fell from the clouds to the ground, tinged with the air of the common people, vivid and lively. Feng Shu pretended to be humble, "It's just so-so, I just have a bit of handsomeness."

Feng Shu brushed his sleeves and adjusted his tie in front of the small mirror on his desk.

I am so damn handsome. Although the clothes are a bit expensive, Feng Shu bought them with reluctance. It was not a waste of money. Look at my handsome face. It is especially in line with my worth.

Zhou Chang already knew that Young Master Feng was not a serious person, but he did not expect him to be so shameless. He was speechless.

"Young Master, you can enjoy yourself for now. I'm going to go to Mr. Shen to die." Zhou Tu didn't bother Feng Shu. With a look of righteous generosity on his face, he walked away.

Feng Shu ruffled his hair and called Zhou Chang: "Wait a minute, I'll go with you."

Zhou Chang really didn't want to go with the flamboyant young master. The plan would have been rejected anyway. It was hard for Zhou Chang not to wonder if he would be able to keep his body intact if Feng Shu offended Mr. Shen.

Zhou Chang walked to Mr. Shen’s office. Before he knocked on the door, he heard someone inside meeting Mr. Shen. It was Fang Yinyin.

Shen Zhi was not wearing a coat, only a white shirt and a black vest. The dark cuffs were wrapped around Shen Zhi's arms, and the sleeves of the shirt were pulled up a little, revealing his jade-like forearms.

"Your sales department plans to attract traffic through the live broadcast room?" Shen Zhi summarized after reading the plan submitted by Fang Yinyin.

Fang Yinyin smiled awkwardly, trying to find a reason to make this plan less obscene, "Mass entertainment, creating an atmosphere, will attract young people."

When Shen Zhi turned the page, his movement was too big and his arm pulled the muscles on his side, which immediately caused soreness. That private part also started to feel uncomfortable, and the pain made Shen Zhi frown.

You should have stopped the first time. The wrong size and poor technique will only result in suffering for your body.

Fang Yinyin glimpsed Mr. Shen's sullen face and shuddered subconsciously. She knew that Mr. Shen usually scolded people lightly. But with this expression, Fang Yinyin felt that Mr. Shen was so angry with her that he could not make amends.

This is a sign of job security.

"Boss Shen," Fang Yinyin immediately pushed out the scapegoat she had prepared, "This is the plan that Master Feng instructed our sales department to make."

Shen Zhi paused, Fang Yinyin's flattering smile appeared before him. Shen Zhi closed Fang Yinyin's proposal, his expression relaxed a lot, and asked back: "Really?"

Fang Yinyin has been tortured by Shen Zhi for so many days, and her abilities have not improved much, but her ability to see through Mr. Shen's thoughts is increasing day by day. Fang Yinyin secretly pointed to the surveillance, and everything was self-evident.

"Young Master Feng personally called our sales department in a monitored conference room." Fang Yinyin is a smart person, otherwise she would not have become the second-in-command of the sales department.

After Fang Yinyin finished speaking, she felt a little guilty. It was wrong to harm the young master, but she was just a hard-working worker, and she seemed to have no conscience.

The most important thing was that when Fang Yinyin was browsing her friends' circle at work, she saw the friend circle of Master Feng with a yellow square avatar, and thought, "Brother is so handsome."

Fang Yinyin hated herself for not controlling her hands at that time, and asked in a tactful manner, "Shuai, why don't you use simplified Chinese characters?"

Master Feng replied quickly, "Because my brother is so handsome."

Fang Yinyin choked up. This silly young master shouldn't be angry with her. Now, after her brainwashing, her conscience has recovered a little.

Someone is taking the blame, so what's there to disagree with?

Shen Zhi thought of the teeth marks on the five-pointed white porcelain plate from the Tang Dynasty that he saw when he got home this morning. It suddenly made sense for Feng Shu to bear the consequences of this unknown plan.

"You just watch and execute it," Shen Zhisong said.

Fang Yinyin completely let go of her worries. She went to all the departments without Mr. Shen's approval. It would be unfair to her for the destruction and torture she had suffered in the past few days.

Fang Yinyin went out with great confidence, but she lost her temper as soon as she reached the door. She ran into the "victim".

"Brother, please listen to my explanation," Fang Yinyin tried to save her life.

Zhou Chang was also still frightened and looked up at Master Feng's expression. His face was as gloomy as water, his eyes were blazing with fire, and he looked like he wanted to eat someone.

No, the above are all Zhou Chang’s brainstorming.

In fact, Feng Shu was not angry. Instead, he had a sense of relief that his heart was at peace. Last night, he did not delve into the reason why Shen Zhi went to the hotel with him. Today, it seemed that maybe he would give Shen Zhi a sweet date before a stick.

It's a compensation for the trouble I've made.

If that's the case, Feng Shu thought about it and decided that it wouldn't be a big deal for him.

Feng Shu waved his hand. Fang Yinyin and Zhou Chang, who were overthinking, didn't dare to stay any longer, leaving the scene to Young Master Feng and General Manager Shen to fight off. It would be best for them, small minions, to run as far away as possible.

Feng Shu straightened his chest and tightened his stomach, then raised his hand politely and knocked on Shen Zhi's office door.

Shen Zhi was also surprised that Feng Shu happened to be outside when Fang Yinyin opened the door, but this emotion was fleeting. He had never thought of hiding anything he had done, and there is no wall that is impenetrable.

Shen Zhi's eyes were calm, waiting for Feng Shu to come over and question him.

Feng Shu walked very steadily, step by step, determined to turn the walk to Shen Zhi's desk into a catwalk, pretending to be serious and upright, showing off his handsomeness from all angles.

It was not until Feng Shu noticed that there was no change on Shen Zhi's face that his plan was in vain.

Feng Shu pulled a chair and sat opposite Shen Zhi, crossing his legs elegantly and placing his hands on his knees. He had the air of a nobleman from an aristocratic family. At first glance, it seemed as if Feng Shu was in the middle of a fierce negotiation, and he was the mastermind and had the upper hand.

Feng Shu stole a glance at the expensive suit he was wearing. When he was trying it on, the salesperson said that it was very handsome and had a lot of style, and that it could charm a lot of people. He also attracted a few eager little Lings who were passing by the store.

Now it seems that it is of no use.

It was not as eye-catching as the gray trousers he wore yesterday. At least Shen Zhi's eyes were glued to them the whole day yesterday and he couldn't dig his eyes away.

Feng Shu secretly stroked the smooth fabric, wondering if he was wearing too much?

Feng Shu glanced at the overly cold Shen Zhi, and found that he was indeed coveting his body.

"Is there something?" A clear voice slowly flowed out of Shen Zhi's mouth. Seeing that Feng Shu remained silent, Shen Zhi was the first to speak without holding back his anger.

Feng Shu puffed his throat and unbuttoned his suit with a solemn expression. He placed his bony fingers on the lapel and slowly lifted it. His movements were extremely rhythmic, as if he was noble, like someone squatting at home eating a medium-rare steak.

Then Shen Zhi watched Feng Shu take out two small pig buns and a bottle of soy milk from his suit pocket, placed them in front of Shen Zhi, and said considerately: "You haven't had breakfast yet? I prepared it for you."

Feng Shu's "evil" lips are hooked, he is a good family man and he gets big points!

For the first time in just over twenty years, Shen Zhi felt what it meant to be truly speechless.

Shen Zhi's eyes fell on the squashed little piglet, which did not arouse any appetite.

"No thanks," Shen Zhi politely declined, "Thank you."

"Oh." A visible look of disappointment flashed across Feng Shu's face again. His dark eyebrows knitted together, and his concerned eyes wandered over Shen Zhi's slender waist and abdomen. He hesitated and said, "You didn't eat. Are you hungry?"

It was as if his real gaze fell on Shen Zhi, and Shen Zhi was forced to recall the feeling of being pressed on the bed last night, unable to escape. Shen Zhi unconsciously loosened his shoulders and back, and a subtle pain and numbness swept over him.

Adults don’t need intimate foreplay, so Shen Zhi and Feng Shu went straight to the point.

There were no traces of ambiguity on Shen Zhi's body, but his shoulders, neck, waist and back were covered with finger marks, like a vicious wolf in estrus, tightly grasping its target and controlling it under its claws.

"Don't worry about it," Shen Zhi said politely but distantly.

In an instant, Feng Shu understood something from Shen Zhi's attitude: Mr. Shen was doing a hammer deal.

Feng Shu quickly returned to normal, took off his tight suit, untied his tie to reveal his bronze chest muscles, and leaned back in the chair like a boneless person, suddenly turning from a proud son of heaven into a street thug.

People just want to have fun, you can't just lick their faces and chase them away.

From a physical point of view, he had indeed taken advantage. Feng Shu planned to take the lead and expose last night's incident to prevent Shen Zhi from thinking that he could not let it go and would pester him.

That's a lot of fun.

"Last night..." Feng Shu just started to speak when he was interrupted by Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi's peach blossom eyes were as cold as water, and he tried to speak as tactfully as possible, "Just treat it as an accident. Your skills are not in sync with mine."

Feng Shu was not too angry. It was normal for a newbie to be unfamiliar with the game. But he performed really well later. Shen Zhi even left several marks on his back from biting him, and he looked very sad.

Feng Shu's gaze lingered on Shen Zhi's lips, and he felt that the color was even richer than what he saw yesterday. Feng Shu rubbed his palms uncomfortably with his trouser legs, and the remaining warm, moist touch was burned away by the rising temperature.

"You..." Feng Shu's wandering gaze was captured by the finger marks on Shen Zhi's forearm, like a winding bud quietly poking its head out from the sleeve and climbing on the smooth and delicate arm.

Shen Zhi noticed Feng Shu's gaze and immediately rolled up his sleeves. His tone became solemn, "To be honest, your technique is awful. It's terrible. There won't be a next time."

Feng Shu rolled his Adam's apple and then looked Shen Zhi in the face.

Fuck, it never ends, does it? Why didn't he realize before that the arrogant Mr. Shen was so good at talking to himself.

He really thinks he is a god and everyone likes him?

I'm so angry!

Feng Shu stood up and looked down at Shen Zhi with his absolute height advantage. His dark brown pupils were like unfathomable water. His sharp eyebrows were furrowed and he pursed his lips hypocritically. "Boss Shen, please rest assured that I have no interest in you. I will not go through the same thing a second time."

"That's good." Shen Zhi seemed to have let go of some big worry. He breathed a sigh of relief and resumed his usual polite attitude. He raised his hand to signal Feng Shu to leave. "No need to see you off."

Feng Shu, who launched a counterattack, did not get the respect he deserved and was choked by Shen Zhi.

Feng Shu left, taking with him his still warm piggy banks and soy milk.

The enemy was not worthy of eating the sweet little pig buns. Feng Shu flattened two little pig buns and stuffed them into his mouth, then drank the soy milk in two gulps.

No, do sit-ups from where you fell? Feng Shu thought he was not brave enough to do that. He had to defeat Shen Zhi at least once!