Chapter 26: Flipping the Pot Is Also a Skillful Job

Feng Shu waited for three days but Shen Zhi did not come to trouble him.

I am really impressed. Qiaojiajia employees are so inefficient in making a plan.

Feng Shu stayed in the office for three days with nothing to do, so he used the empty space to start his daily clock-in exercise, taking advantage of his ability to fish in slack water to the extreme.

Feng Shu couldn't help but send a message to Zhou Chang, "When do you plan to report to Shen Zhi?"

Zhou Chang deleted and subtracted some words, and the text became more and more complicated. "I am in the process. It will be my turn next."

"Very good!"

Zhou Chang had just seen the message and before he could react, the other party withdrew it in seconds and sent another one, very official and polite, "Come on, convince Shen Zhi, you can do it!"

Emm...I am speechless.

Zhou Chang put away his cell phone and leaned in the crack of the door to listen to the director of the design department explaining the design plan to Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi held Wu Hui in his hand and led all the employees in the design department to create a spicy noodle packaging that was "garish", "colorful", "chaotic layout of various cartoon characters", and "completely lacking in aesthetics".

Shen Zhi held the packaging bag between his slender fingers, lifted his eyelids, and looked at the head of the design department with his cold amber eyes, "Wu Hui, is this the product of the hard work of everyone in your design department?"

Wu Hui quickly glanced away and lowered her head, admitting, "Yes."

Shen Zhi put down the packaging design sample and rubbed his forehead subconsciously. It was strange that he didn't have a headache after his last hangover, but it started to hurt again just a few days ago.

Basically, Shen Zhi would not offer any suggestions on their professional work. It would be harmful if he pretended to know something and gave instructions without knowing anything. For example, Shen Zhi now only asked a few more questions like "What is the creativity of your design department?" "Where does it come from?" "Do you think this packaging will be recognized after it is produced?"

Wu Hui was already stumbling over her answer.

Shen Zhi's expressionless face is very oppressive. When he stares at you, it's as if his heart is forced open and everything is visible.

Wu Hui couldn't stand such gazes and her face flushed. "Qiaojia is a long-established national brand. The first version of the packaging was designed to cater to children's tastes and was brightly colored. This time we intentionally tried to awaken the childhood memories of some young people in the market."

Shen Zhi retracted his gaze and looked again at the packaging samples submitted by the design department.

Nostalgia is a good gimmick.

"Also," Wu Hui mustered up her courage, "Master Feng also participated in the packaging design of our design department."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhi pushed the packaged samples to the edge of the table near Wu Hui.

"Really?" Shen Zhi said slowly, neither too light nor too heavy, as if with a warning tone, "Feng Shu is the chairman's only successor, and he is under a lot of pressure. You must be responsible for what you say."

Wu Hui apologized hurriedly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen..."

Wu Hui's voice suddenly stopped. He met Shen Zhi's glass-like eyes. There was the usual calmness in them, but there seemed to be something different. Wu Hui suddenly realized something and suddenly changed his words: "It was indeed Master Feng who guided us to complete the packaging design."

"Go out," Shen Zhi's eyes lightly fell on the packaging samples.

Wu Hui hurriedly picked up the packaging bag on the table and left Shen Zhi's office with weak hands and feet. When he was completely out, he found that he was sweating all over. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that Mr. Shen was deliberately inducing him to push all the responsibilities to the new Master Feng.

Wu Hui roughly knew the reason behind this, which was nothing more than a power struggle between Mr. Shen and the new heir of the company.

He has now been forced to stand on the opposite side of Feng Shu. Wu Hui is still frightened. Mr. Shen's methods are so terrible that he can make you fall into his trap willingly without any way out.

It should have been Zhou Chang's turn, but when he saw Wu Hui looked half dead, he was terrified and asked the reason immediately.

Wu Hui shook her head and said, "If you want the plan to pass and get rid of Young Master Feng, just don't think about anything else," and then left in a hurry.

Zhou Chang was usually afraid of Mr. Shen, who appeared to be gentle but was actually unfathomable, and this time he was even more afraid to go in.

"Liu Tuchuan, you go in first, I need to go slowly," Zhou Chang pulled the Minister of Propaganda and begged.

Liu Tuchuan's hands were shaking as he held the plan. It went without saying that asking Mr. Shen to be the spokesperson for Qiaojia would be rejected. How could he have been so foolish as to listen to Feng Shu and write the plan overnight?

God wants to kill me, Old Liu.

Liu Tuchuan gritted his teeth and walked into Shen Zhi's office. He would die sooner or later.

Zhou Chang was moved by Liu Tuchuan's selfless spirit and kept praying at the door that he would pass the plan smoothly today.

Passed smoothly, passed smoothly...

How could it be so smooth? ! ! Zhou Chang wanted to cry but had no tears. He had been bewitched into asking Feng Shu for help. Was this really a trap set by his mortal enemy Fang Yinyin and Young Master Feng?

"Hey," a lazy voice sounded in Zhou Chang's ears, and the words were full of frivolity, "Why are you shaking? Who are you sending a telegram to?"

Zhou Chang, who was being teased, looked up and saw the "culprit" right in front of him.

Zhou Chang really wanted to rush up, grab Feng Shu by the collar and question him, asking why he treated him like this and what good would it be for Feng Shu to let him be punished by President Shen.

Unfortunately, he couldn't afford to offend Mr. Shen, let alone Qiaojia's successor.

"At the mercy of others," Zhou said sadly.

Feng Shu was as incorruptible as a rock and was totally unaware of Zhou Chang's distress. He said "Oh" indifferently and eavesdropped at the door of Shen Zhi's office.

He couldn't quite hear clearly, as the atmosphere seemed to be a lively conversation. Feng Shu looked at the gray mushroom next to him that was "full of resentment". The person inside should be the one from the Propaganda Department.

What advice did you give him?

Feng Shu finished his recollection. He asked Shen Zhi to be the spokesperson himself. The atmosphere inside seemed quite harmonious. Shen Zhi would not really agree to such a stupid decision, right? As the general manager, selling spicy strips in front of the whole nation would be a social disaster.

In order to hear clearly, Feng Shu couldn't help but move closer. The door was unexpectedly opened by the person inside, and Feng Shu quickly steadied himself.

When the person who came out saw him, he was startled, his expression changed again and again, his eyes were embarrassed and guilty, and he lowered his head and slipped away from Feng Shu.

Feng Shu felt deeply puzzled.

"Xiaopang," Feng Shu pointed to Zhou Chang, who was sitting alone in the corner, "It's your turn to go in now."

It's like a death warrant.

Zhou's round face wrinkled into a bun, and he looked up, inwardly blaming Feng Shu for giving him random ideas, while walking into the office with his spicy rice noodle soup with snails and spicy durian.

When the office door closed, Feng Shu was cautious. He put his foot against the door and listened to the conversation between the two people through the gap.

As expected, after Zhou Chang stated that it was his own work proposal, Shen Zhi agreed so quickly that Zhou Chang was stunned on the spot.

Feng Shu bent his index finger and scraped his brow bone. He knew exactly how bad Shen Zhi was. He was not surprised at all.

When Zhou tasted it, his face turned red as he looked at Feng Shu, with no trace of his previous resentment at all.

Feng Shu didn't care about Zhou Chang's attitude towards him and was quite kind, "Little Fatty, remember to lose weight. You are fat and easily agitated, and the chance of sudden death is very high."

Zhou Chang: ...

His shame and guilt towards Young Master Feng should not exist.

Feng Shu walked in calmly. Shen Zhi, who was pinching his eyebrows, raised his eyelids, and there was no surprise in his cold eyes.

Feng Shu's eyes fell on Shen Zhi's tightly furrowed brows. His cold, jade-white fingertips were bent, and he pinched his brows with his fingertips. His healthy pink nail beds turned white crescents, appearing a little fragile for no reason.

Before Feng Shu had time to take a closer look, the unusual emotion on Shen Zhi's face had disappeared without a trace, and he was still the dignified and arrogant Mr. Shen.

"Is there something?" Shen Zhi had no desire to talk to Feng Shu, and his voice was low and hoarse.

Feng Shu suddenly didn't want to cause trouble to Shen Zhi now. There was no point in going against Mr. Shen, who was as thin as a piece of paper.

Under Shen Zhi's scrutinizing gaze, Feng Shu calmly took out a long box from his arms, opened the lid, and placed dozens of incense sticks inside.

Feng Shu casually took out a stick of incense and lit it. Feng Shu blew out the small flame, and the remaining wisps of smoke floated up slowly.

"seal up……"

Before Shen Zhi could even open his mouth, Feng Shu interrupted him, "Can I lend you a stick of calming incense?"

Feng Shu then returned to his cynical look and looked around at the items on Shen Zhi's desk. There was nothing handy to stick incense with, so Feng Shu raised his eyebrows and threw the burning incense stick into Shen Zhi's pen holder, giving it a single room to live in.

Feng Shu felt that Shen Zhi was in a very good mood today. For example, now Shen Zhi was staring at the scattered pens upside down on the table without any sign of anger, and his slender white fingers were putting them together in an orderly manner.

"Mr. Shen, it's not good to always take advantage of me, right?" Feng Shu smiled playfully. He understood Shen Zhiwei's decision to find someone to be the scapegoat for the failure of the new market development.

To some extent, Feng Shu and Shen Zhi had different goals, which resulted in a strange coincidence. Feng Shu wanted to go against Feng Xin so that Qiaojia would go bankrupt, while Shen Zhi did not want to bear any risks brought about by market expansion, so he shirked responsibility and let them do whatever they wanted.

In a word, Qiaojia's new market is a rotten stall. Feng Shu, the person who smashed the stall, and the owner of the stall have already found the "murderer" and will get rid of him when the time is right.

"Do you want any compensation?" Shen Zhi's rosy lips opened and closed, ambiguous words rolled down from the tip of his tongue, his peach blossom eyes were rippling, the thin ice melted slightly, and the cold fragrance passed over Feng Shu's nose again.

The cold scent coupled with the calming agarwood should have made people more sober and calm, but for some reason, Feng Shu's brain suddenly felt hot.

Is this seduction?

Shen Zhi's cold, white skin was as delicate as fine mutton-fat jade, emitting a soft glow, which tempted Feng Shu to focus his eyes on it. He still remembered that the skin was particularly sweet and soft at night, and it would melt between the lips and tongue with just a slight sip.

Feng Shu raised his eyelids and suddenly curled his lips. His low-pitched voice touched Shen Zhi's eardrum, making the tip of his ear itchy.

He won't fall for the same mistake a second time.

"Mr. Shen," these two words were spoken very lightly and slowly, as if they were held on the tip of the tongue, wet and hot.

Shen Zhi tilted his head, his smooth neckline winding down to his shoulders, smooth and white, the light red kiss mark on the back of his neck became even more gorgeous, that mark of red penetrated deeply into Feng Shu's eyes, and the frivolous smile at the corner of his mouth slowly faded.

He's just a sex buddy, it's not necessary to have anyone, so it's Mr. Shen's freedom to find whoever he wants?

Feng Shu put the tip of his tongue against his cheek, and his cold eyes were filled with hostility, looking a little fierce.

He and Shen Zhishang must have been enemies for their entire lives, the kind that are incompatible with each other.

"The nightlife is quite rich," Feng Shu praised with a smile.

Shen Zhi suddenly raised his lips and leaned forward. His clear and bright face like the moon suddenly enlarged in front of Feng Shu. His long and curly eyelashes trembled. Even though they were so close, Feng Shu could actually feel a faint itchiness on his face.

The lingering scent of agarwood, mixed with cool air, penetrated into Feng Shu's nostrils and seeped into his lungs.

Feng Shu's breathing became heavy.

Shen Zhi lowered his body provocatively, and his moist rosy lips rested just above Feng Shu.

"You can also be plump," Shen Zhi opened his thin lips slightly, and the curve of his mouth seemed to imply something.

A rich cold fragrance gushed out of Shen Zhi's mouth, burning Feng Shu's sanity.

Feng Shu quickly grabbed the back of Shen Zhi's head, fascinated by the alluring sweet fragrance.

A smile flashed across Shen Zhi's eyes, and when Feng Shu was about to succeed, he stretched out his slender white fingers and pressed against Feng Shu's lips.

"Are you kidding me?" Feng Shu's voice was hoarse and dark, and there seemed to be a storm hidden in his voice. As soon as the signal was confirmed, he would tear off the hypocritical mask and swallow up the deceptive expert in front of him.

Shen Zhi tilted his head back and distanced himself from Feng Shu, then chuckled and asked, "Does Master Feng still remember what you said?"

Feng Shu's throat rolled. Of course he knew it.

Every word he spoke was sonorous, indicating that he had no interest in Shen Zhi. Feng Shu grinned charmingly.

Fuck, such a petty person who holds grudges.

Shen Zhi's eyes moved as he looked at Feng Shu's dark face, which was like a puppy jumping up and down, so entertaining and funny.

Shen Zhi couldn't laugh anymore the next second. His jade-like fingers were sucked into the deep and hot cave, and his sharp teeth pierced the soft fingertips. With a little force, Feng Shu saw that the arrogant Mr. Shen, who had just played with people's hearts, was frowning because of him.

Shen Zhilian's sparkling peach blossom eyes were icy and cold. He pinched Feng Shu's chin to force him to let go, and said sarcastically, "Why is Master Feng biting like a dog?"

Feng Shu withdrew his hand that was restraining Shen Zhi, his gloomy brows melted away, and he returned to his usual nonchalant look. He opened his mouth and small bubbles piled up on the tip of his tongue, which puffed towards Shen Zhi.

The soybean-sized bubbles burst and dispersed when they touched Shen Zhi's fair cheeks.

Shen Zhi felt the faint moisture on his face and frowned subconsciously. It was Feng Shu's saliva.

"Young Master Feng has this unique skill. I'm very knowledgeable," Shen Zhi said sarcastically.

Feng Shu completely relaxed. It was the first time he saw Mr. Shen's calm face, which made him extremely happy.

Oh, no, it was the second time. The first time was when he praised Ms. Shen for her beauty. Since then, Ms. Shen has never been angry because of these dirty words again.

This time it was Mr. Shen's cleanliness fetish. He didn't know if Mr. Shen would correct his behavior after being so angry today. Feng Shu's eyes passed over Shen Zhi's slender waist. If he didn't have the cleanliness fetish, would he be able to...

"Master Feng, if you have nothing else to say, please get out." Shen Zhi's patience ran out. He took out a wet towel to wipe the moisture off his face and threw it into the trash can.

Feng Shu's reverie was interrupted, and his eyes wandered back to Shen Zhi's beautiful face. He sneered, "Am I your dog? You tease me for nothing."

Shen Zhi glanced at Feng Shu, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He said in a gentle tone, "Master Feng, you know I have a mysophobia. I can't stand the smell of cigarettes, so..."

Shen Zhi hesitated as he glanced at Feng Shu's thin lips. He shook his head lightly and sighed, "It really won't work."

Feng Shu really couldn't tell whether Shen Zhi's words were true or false from his expression. Feng Shu realized what he was thinking and secretly despised himself. Was that all he needed?

Shen Zhi can't smell cigarettes, right? Well, I'll smoke a pack of cigarettes every day from today to kill that bastard Shen Zhi.

grass!

Goodbye to you!

Shen Zhi ignored Feng Shu's anger and continued to deal with the documents without raising his head until the office was slammed shut.

The incense sticks next to him had already burned mostly, with grayish-white residual smoke scattered on the black square table. The string in Shen Zhi's head that was so tense that it hurt was soothed by the faint incense and relaxed inch by inch.

Shen Zhi's cell phone rang without any warning. There was no note, and Shen Zhi was very familiar with the string of numbers.

"Mom?" Shen Zhi's attitude was cold and he was distant and polite to his family.

Shen's mother was used to it and didn't think there was anything wrong with the communication between mother and son. "Xiao Zhi, have you been working hard recently? Your father and I check Qiaojia's official website every day, and there hasn't been any big moves recently."

"Xiao Zhi, although you have just started to manage Qiaojia's affairs, you should start taking action based on your abilities and make your own contributions to the company. Being passive and slacking off is not a good quality. We have to prove our worth through work," Shen's mother couldn't control the topic as soon as she started.

Until Shen Zhi interrupted, "Okay, I get it. How is my dad doing recently?"

Mother Shen's attention was instantly diverted, and she couldn't help but sigh, "Xiao Zhi, the original attending doctor who performed the operation on your father has been suspended, and other doctors are unwilling to take over, saying that the success rate is too low."

Shen Zhi looked sullen, "Mom, give me the hospital's phone number and I'll talk to them."

Shen's mother quickly refused, "Just take care of your work, don't worry about me and your father, work comes first."

Shen Zhi had heard these words from his mother countless times. From childhood to adulthood, Shen Zhi didn't have to worry about anything. He was only responsible for studying. Even when he grew up, his mother would not tell him any household matters, just to let Shen Zhi concentrate on his work.

Even the fact that Shen's father was ill was only discovered after Shen Zhi asked further questions.

"It's up to you," Shen Zhi hung up the phone, and his head began to ache.

The incense sticks in the pen holder burned out, and the smell of agarwood in the air became extremely faint, almost imperceptible. In the end, Shen Zhi could not smell any remaining scent.

Shen Zhi opened the document, Fang Yinyin's proposal was approved, and Shen Zhi signed the grant project.

Fang Yinyin is a very capable person. Although she is currently a deputy, her creative and action-oriented abilities far exceed those of the sales director. The reason she has not been promoted is simply because the sales director is a close confidant of Chairman Feng.

To be precise, Qiaojia can be considered a family business, which is why people are so surprised that Shen Zhicheng is the person in charge.

Shen Zhi was very clear about his position, and also about the self-evident mission that Feng Xinyou had given him. He was to use himself to pave a bright path for Feng Shu, hand over the flawless Qiaojia to Feng Shu, and then retreat to the second line.

The reward given by Feng Xinyou was enough for Shen Zhi to help him do all this.

But this does not mean that Shen Zhi would foolishly charge into the formation. Feng Shu, such a living person, is standing there, it would be a waste if he is not used.

Shen Zhi left a sum of money, hoping that Fang Yinyin's plan would be passed and that his reform plan would be implemented smoothly.

Shen Zhi handed the signed document to Tao Siyu and then left work.

Shen Zhi's cleanliness obsession was brought about by the militarized management from childhood to adulthood. He would take a shower and change into pajamas as soon as he entered the door, and put the clothes he had worn that day into the washing machine to wash. He had repaired the water pipes here last time.

The repairman Tao Siyu found was very young, and Shen Zhi didn't trust him very much. Now it was proved that Shen Zhi's idea was correct, and the water pipe burst again.

The water poured down Shen Zhiman's head and dripped down.

Shen Zhi had no choice but to take out his clothes again and turn off the water.

Shen Zhi sent a message to Tao Siyu, who replied quickly, first apologizing and then quickly notifying the maintenance worker that he would come over as soon as possible.

Shen Zhi put away his phone and waited for the repairman to come.

In fact, Shen Zhi didn't like the previous maintenance worker very much. It seemed that he was a gay and was obviously interested in him. When repairing the water pipe, he took off his upper body, and his muscles were knotted like stacked stones, swaying back and forth in front of Shen Zhi.

Before leaving, he handed his personal phone to Shen Zhi, telling him to call him whenever he needed anything. He was free anytime.

Shen Zhi didn't answer. Who knows which one he wanted? The main reason was that he didn't like muscular men. They looked like bears and were ugly.

The doorbell rang, Shen Zhi frowned a little impatiently, but still got up and opened the door.

"Why are you here?" The person who came was beyond Shen Zhi's expectation. It was Young Master Feng who had left in anger due to humiliation during the day. Now he was leaning against the door frame in a lazy manner, and even pretended to put on a vest and a hat.

Feng Shu squeezed in beside Shen Zhi, looked around, and took a deep breath, still smelling the same clean smell.

Feng Shu stretched his vest and motioned Shen Zhi to go and see, "Why can't it be me? I am a handsome and kind person. When I heard that the water pipe in the home of the hardworking and capable Mr. Shen had cracked, I rushed over without stopping to help you out of your urgent need."

Shen Zhi glanced at Feng Shu and found that he was fully equipped.

But, “Can you fix plumbing?”

Feng Shu allowed Shen Zhi to look at him without any guilt. Coincidentally, he met the repairman on the road, and Feng Shu spent five hundred dollars to buy this set of leather.

"What are you talking about?" Feng Shu said unhappily, "Don't underestimate me. It's your blessing that my precious hands can help you fix your water pipes."

Feng Shu stretched out his big hand with thick joints and thin ropes, looking very credible.

Gold and jade are precious? He could tell the story, and it was old and rough, which made him feel painful.

A barely perceptible smile flashed across Shen Zhi's eyes, and he high-fived Feng Shu, "Come with me."

Feng Shu subconsciously curled up his palms. The soft and tender touch was like a weak electric current, which instantly climbed up his arms and flowed through his body. Feng Shu grinned foolishly at Shen Zhi's back as he walked away.

Feng Shu was extremely sure that Shen Zhi was interested in him.

Otherwise, how could the unkind Mr. Shen have the leisure to tease him?

Feng Shu hurried over, thinking that the five hundred yuan was well spent and worth it.

But Feng Shu obviously forgot one very important thing: he didn't know how to repair water pipes.

"Let's get started," Shen Zhi pointed to the damaged part of the water pipe, "The toolbox is also here."

After saying that, Shen Zhi stood by with his arms folded, waiting for Feng Shu to start working.

Feng Shu really wanted to say that, in fact, not every child from a poor family can master a hundred or eighty skills, like him.

Feng Shu opened the toolbox with gritted teeth. Hmm...very good, he basically didn't recognize anything in it.

Under the vest, Feng Shu wore a black suit that he wore during the day. The quality was not very good, but it still made him look stylish with his good figure. The suit was a perfect fit, and it seemed a little tight when he knelt on one knee to examine it.

Shen Zhi's eyes passed from Feng Shu's muscular waist and abdomen to his arms, which were bulging due to the movement. The muscles were just right, firm and pleasing to the eye. "Why don't you move? It's hard to repair it?"

Feng Shu's forehead was covered with sweat, and he tried to maintain his dignity. "Who can do their job properly if you just stand here and stare at them? Go out and prepare some fruit and melon seed tea to treat me. I'll fix it in a moment."

Shen Zhi raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Okay, you can practice slowly."

Feng Shu caught sight of Shen Zhi leaving and immediately sat down without any image. He took out his cell phone to search for videos on pipe repair and started learning.

Three minutes later, Feng Shu threw his phone aside, looked up to the sky and sighed, not understanding anything at all.

If I had known earlier, I should not have forced Tao Siyu to give up looking for a repairman and impersonate him myself.

The constant temperature in Shen Zhi's house couldn't stop Feng Shu's hot temper. Coupled with the formal suit, it was hot enough to make him sweat profusely. Feng Shu quickly took off his vest and jacket, thinking about whether to find a new repairman or trick Shen Zhi out to find a new repairman?

Of course it's the latter! Losing face is a small matter, but losing face in front of Shen Zhi is a big matter.

Feng Shu was feeling extremely hot, so he unbuttoned his collar. When he raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, he remembered how expensive the shirt was and put his hand down in disappointment. He decided to cherish every penny he had, starting from the time he had no money.

Ever since he met Shen Zhi, Feng Shu’s wallet has never been full.

Feng Shu was looking for a towel to wipe his sweat, but the balcony was empty. Feng Shu's eyes fell on the clothes basket next to the washing machine. Shen Zhi had to wash clothes anyway, so wiping his sweat should be okay.

I don't despise him.

Feng Shu convinced himself and reached into the basket to take out a piece of clothing.

"What are you doing?" The faint voice was filled with chills, making people's spines shiver for no reason. Moreover, Feng Shu had done nothing good, and when he was feeling guilty, he was frightened by the sudden voice.

Feng Shu turned his head stiffly, still holding the soft cloth in his hand. The cool silk covered his palm and he subconsciously tightened it.

Shen Zhi glanced at Feng Shu's face, which was pretending to be calm, and fixed his eyes on Feng Shu's hands. His eyelids twitched violently and his nerves were tense. He asked, "Are you a pervert?"

Feng Shu didn't know why Shen Zhi said that. Looking at Shen Zhi's angry face, he suddenly had a bad guess in his heart. He turned around to check and found that the piece of cloth in his hand was small and soft, just like bitter tea.

"You... have worn it?" Feng Shu's voice was harsh, and he couldn't believe that he was using it to wipe the sweat off his face.

Shen Zhi smiled but didn't really smile, and asked, "What do you think?"

Shen Zhi glared at Feng Shu and turned away, leaving Feng Shu with a split brain to reflect on himself.

Don't go, he's not a pervert... Really, although he's not that particular, he's not that careless either.

Feng Shu quickly got up and followed Shen Zhi, ready to explain, when the doorbell of Shen Zhi's house rang again.

Shen Zhi opened the door, and the person outside was someone he had seen before. It was the repairman from last time. He had taken off his clothes at the end of the repair last time, but this time he came in wearing just a vest. Shen Zhi frowned.

Noticing Shen Zhi's gaze, the maintenance worker scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "I met a man on the way who wanted to buy my work clothes for emergency use, so I gave them to him. I'm sorry to embarrass Mr. Shen by wearing this. Assistant Tao said that your water pipe is broken again?"

Shen Zhi said nothing, but nodded, "Come in."

The mechanic was changing his shoes at the door carrying his toolbox, then he walked to the balcony with ease. When he met Feng Shu, he paused, smiled awkwardly, lowered his head, and walked in.

Feng Shuqi laughed, what an innocent and helpful repairman.

And gave it to him? The lion opened his mouth and gave him five hundred dollars!

Shen Zhi glanced at Feng Shu, who had a fierce look on his face, then closed his eyes and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of soda water.

"That's quite thoughtful," Feng Shu looked at Shen Zhi walking towards him with water in surprise.

Shen Zhili ignored Feng Shu and passed the water to the maintenance worker. "Sorry for the trouble."

The repairman waved his hands and tried to refuse but then shyly accepted, "Boss Shen, don't worry, I can fix it in five minutes."

Feng Shu was so angry when he saw this scene. It was great that he could repair water pipes, but he could also repair blood vessels. And he wasn't so boastful!

Shen Zhi left the space to the maintenance worker and went out on his own. In fact, he had no habit of supervising workers. He left professional matters to professionals and never got involved in things he didn't understand.

Feng Shu stayed where he was and did not leave. He wanted to see how capable this maintenance worker was.

"Hello?" The repairman pointed at the clothes on the ground and said politely, "Is this your clothes? Please take it away. It may get wet in a while. If the clothes get soaked, you can't wear them."

"It looks expensive, it must be worth a lot of money," the maintenance worker said sincerely.

With his keen intuition as a man, Feng Shu judged that the maintenance worker had evil intentions and his words and deeds made people uncomfortable.

Feng Shu was about to say something when his eyes suddenly stopped at Shen Zhi's clothes basket. He had just put down the piece of soft cloth, and the black cloth was just draped over the clothes. Feng Shu's eyes trembled slightly. He was not perverted, but he could not stand others being perverted, and the repairman in front of him looked very perverted.

Feng Shu concealed his mistake by taking clothes, quickly stuffed the piece of cloth into his trouser pocket, and then walked away.

Shen Zhi, you really owe me a big favor!

Feng Shu was filled with emotion and once again sincerely praised himself for his kindness. When he went out, he passed by Shen Zhi's room. The door was ajar, and through the gap he saw a flash of Shen Zhi's white and delicate back.

Feng Shu was startled, and he quickly stepped in and closed the door.

Shen Zhi was attracted by the huge movement and looked sideways. Feng Shu leaned against the door with a lingering fear on his face. Shen Zhi frowned, "You..."

"Why didn't you close the door when you changed your clothes? What if someone saw you?" Shen Zhi was interrupted by Feng Shu before he could finish his question, with a righteous attitude.

Well, now no one can see it except Feng Shu.

Shen Zhi choked and didn't plan to argue with Feng Shu. This guy has been stupid for a long time, and arguing with him would only make him angry for no reason.

Shen Zhi lowered his head. There was a small protruding bone on his slender white neck, and next to it was a kiss mark with a light pink edge. Shen Zhi's slender fingers were buttoning his clothes, and it seemed as if he was carefully carving some kind of handicraft from bottom to top. His movements were graceful and extremely beautiful.

While waiting for Shen Zhi to tie it to the top and hold his Adam's apple, Feng Shu couldn't help swallowing.

Shen Zhi looked back alertly, and Feng Shu's eyes suddenly shifted away.

"Mr. Shen, your calligraphy is really good," Feng Shu changed the subject and pretended to admire the calligraphy on the wall. After a while, he hesitated and said, "This shouldn't be written as Shui Qian's turtle, right?"

The last time he said “Fuck you”, it left a huge psychological shadow on Feng Shu, so he was much more cautious this time.

"Yeah," Shen Zhi agreed, "It means water becomes fragrant tea."

Feng Shu raised his thumb and praised, "You are very cultured."

"Then you can enjoy it slowly."

Shen Zhi estimated that the water pipe was almost repaired, so he opened the door and went out. The maintenance worker also packed up his toolbox.

"Mr. Shen, the water pipe has been repaired. I have replaced a new section for you this time. It will definitely not cause any problems again." The maintenance worker had a simple and honest expression on his face, which made people feel good about him.

Shen Zhi remained indifferent and said politely, "Thank you."

Shen Zhi sent the maintenance worker to the door. The maintenance worker could hardly hold back the fake smile on his face. He had been in the industry for a long time, and he felt itchy when he saw Shen Zhi for the first time. However, this Mr. Shen was really aloof and would not listen to his words.

Last time, he had deliberately left a chance for this time. If he couldn't fix it this time, it would be too much to explain. This meant that today was the repairman's last chance. The man who showed up out of nowhere made the repairman a little anxious. It was obvious that the man had an abnormal relationship with Shen Zhi.

He knew that Shen Zhi was the person in charge of Qiaojia and had a lot of wealth. The man seemed to be Shen Zhi's kept gigolo, but he was not after Shen Zhi's money.

He just wanted to have a taste of it, he didn't do anything else. It's immoral to destroy the relationship.

He wanted to make one last effort, "Boss Shen, this is my business card. Many people have asked me out, saying that I have great skills. I'm always here for you if you need me."

The maintenance worker handed his business card to Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi didn't answer and was stopped by someone.

"My water pipes often burst, too." Feng Shu, who had rushed over, emphasized the last word as if to warn him, and then resumed his cheerful and smiling face, "I have a large demand, so I'll take it first."

The maintenance worker was muscular but still shorter than Feng Shu. Hearing this, he sneered and gave his business card to Feng Shu.

The maintenance worker wanted to try again while Feng Shu was away, but since the real owner had come, the maintenance worker was not thick-skinned enough to do that, so he left in disappointment.

Feng Shu waited for the repairman to leave, quickly closed the door, and cursed under his breath.

I was insulting him in front of him. I really thought he didn't understand.

Feng Shu's body straightened up under Shen Zhi's scrutinizing gaze, and he stuttered, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Shen Zhi's meaning was unclear. "Your demand is quite large."

Feng Shu's already lively heart became even more agitated. The five hundred yuan was not wasted and it was totally worth it.

Feng Shu followed Shen Zhi around happily, hinting, "It's actually OK. I pay more attention to the feeling, and I go for quality rather than quantity."

Shen Zhi didn't respond, so Feng Shu thought he didn't understand and continued, "I've been working out really well recently, and I've improved in every aspect."

A barely perceptible smile flashed across Shen Zhi's face. He deliberately watched Feng Shu jumping around and frolicking around him.

Feng Shu was frustrated when he saw Shen Zhi still had no reaction. He cornered Shen Zhi and leaned close to his ear. His hot breath fell on his ear, making it tingle and numb. "My technique is very good now. I can definitely match with you."

This time Shen Zhi really couldn't help it, and a faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Feng Shu was also tickled by Shen Zhi's smile, his breathing became heavier, his Adam's apple rolled, and he stared at Shen Zhi's expression, waiting for the noble President Shen to give him a comforting order.

Shen Zhi poked Feng Shu's chest with his slender white fingers, pushed him back, and wrinkled his nose. "Master Feng, I told you I have a kosher fetish. Why do you smell more like cigarettes?"

All of Feng Shu's senses converged on the point where Shen Zhi touched his chest. Countless ants and silkworms ate that bit of flesh, and flowed continuously into his heart along his blood vessels, tormenting him and making him unable to rest.

Feng Shu suddenly leaned over, grabbed Shen Zhi's lips and bit them, lingering and transmitting the burning breath in his mouth to Shen Zhi. He ignored Shen Zhi's obstruction and was eager to expand his territory and prove himself.

Shen Zhi raised his head, unable to withstand Feng Shu's overly rough and direct actions, but his body was firmly held in Feng Shu's hands, unable to move or struggle.

It took a long time before Shen Zhi got a chance to catch his breath from Feng Shu.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes are filled with mist and radiance, and the thin tails of the eyes are tinged with seductive red, which is extremely eye-catching.

Feng Shu went to Shen Zhi's lips and licked them. The silver thread was pulled out, and the smooth, sweet touch still lingered between his lips and teeth.

"How can there be any smell of smoke?" Feng Shu denied.

Shen Zhi breathed lightly, lifted his thin eyelids, looked at the intense lust in Feng Shu's eyes, and curled his lips silently.

Indeed not.

"Go to the hotel," the god of fate gave Feng Shu a verdict. Feng Shu tried hard to control his expression so that it would not appear so grim.

It’s the same hotel and the same room as last time.

The exact same scene seemed to be reappearing, the difference this time was that Feng Shu did not go straight to the point, but had a more lingering prelude.

Feng Shu held Shen Zhi's neck by the back of his mouth and rubbed it with his sharp teeth until it turned red and swollen.

"Is that maintenance worker the man you found recently?" The more Feng Shu looked at the light pink kiss mark on the back of Shen Zhi's neck, the more irritating it seemed to him.

"No," Shen Zhi didn't want to waste time on such meaningless questions.

However, Feng Shu didn't want to let Shen Zhi go so easily. His rough fingertips stroked the swollen peach petals, causing a slight pain. Shen Zhi's body trembled unconsciously.

Shen Zhi instantly realized what Feng Shu had misunderstood.

"That's a birthmark," Shen Zhi's voice was a little hoarse, but still pleasant to the ear, especially now when Feng Shu heard Shen Zhi say that he had had the birthmark since he was a child, Feng Shu had never felt that Shen Zhi's voice was so pleasant.

Feng Shu chuckled softly, turned Shen Zhi's face, and leaned forward forcefully.

Until Shen Zhi could no longer bear it and pushed him away, Feng Shu let out a deep laugh from his chest, a low-frequency amplitude.

"ill?"

"No," Feng Shu pretended not to be so impatient. He was just a little happy, just a little.

Shen Zhi didn't find another man, it was just a birthmark. All the unpredictable emotions he had been feeling these days were non-existent. Even though he had been suffering for so many days in vain, he was still happy.

Shen Zhi allowed the seal to continue until...

"What's in your trouser pocket?" Shen Zhi's eyes fell on Feng Shu.

Feng Shu's expression froze, and he pulled Shen Zhi's hand and interlocked their fingers with his, trying to seduce Shen Zhi with his beauty and divert his attention.

"Nothing."

Unfortunately, Feng Shu has no beauty, so her charm has no effect on Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi broke free from Feng Shu's control, reached into Feng Shu's trouser pocket, and took out a piece of black cloth.

It's yours.

Feng Shu met Shen Zhi's inquiring eyes and said weakly, "I'm really not a pervert..."

"Ha!" Shen Zhi bent his knees and pushed Feng Shu away. Before Shen Zhi could turn over, Feng Shu pinned him down with his absolute weight.

Feng Shu hugged Shen Zhi, and in front of him was Shen Zhi's small and soft earlobe. Feng Shu lowered his head and held it in his mouth, his voice unclear, "Listen to my explanation."

Shen Zhi's ears were wet and itchy, and he tilted his head slightly to avoid Feng Shu's lips.

"Fuck you," the elegant Shen Zhi swore rarely.

Feng Shu, who was acting like a hooligan, laughed sullenly and said teasingly, "Boss Shen, your character setting is ruined. You should have said Chun Chi Yan Yun."