Chapter 30: Flipping the Pot Is Also a Skillful Job

Shen Zhi pulled Feng Shu's collar, forcing him to lower his head, and kissed him like a biting kiss.

The clashing of teeth and the passionate kiss filled Feng Shu's mouth with the smell of blood.

Feng Shu's chest rumbled and all the sensations faded away, leaving only the cool and soft warmth on his lips.

Shen Zhi missed him, and the moment Shen Zhi kissed him, Feng Shu was convinced of this idea.

Feng Shu raised his hand and grabbed the back of Shen Zhi's neck. Intoxicated by the fragrance, Feng Shu noticed something was wrong. Shen Zhi's body was shaking, a slight tremor.

Feng Shu held Shen Zhi's body firmly in his arms, and relaxed his strength, allowing Shen Zhi to gnaw on him. Feng Shu examined Shen Zhi's expression, which was fragile yet a little bit crazy. His heart was tightly squeezed, making a harsh sound.

Shen Zhi gradually stopped moving. His wine-stained peach blossom eyes were hazy and moist. The tail of his upturned eye was slightly red. He lifted his eyelids and said in a cool and lingering voice, "Do it?"

Faced with such a Shen Zhi, Feng Shu could not refuse.

All the blood in my body gathered in one place, surging up and swelling, paralyzing my nerves. My hands and feet became numb and unresponsive. I could only subconsciously hug the person tighter and tighter, trying to fit in with his body so that our breathing could blend together.

Feng Shu lowered his head and kissed Shen Zhi's forehead. The burning touch made Shen Zhi close his eyes, and his dark eyelashes blinked. The itchy touch on Feng Shu's face was fleeting.

Feng Shu held Shen Zhi in his arms, his neck was big enough to hide the unconscious Shen. Feng Shu stroked Shen Zhi's back, feeling the slightly protruding bones under his palm, "You are drunk, I will take you to rest."

Shen Zhi was placed on the bed, sinking into the soft and skin-friendly quilt, with the long and heavy scent of sandalwood hanging on the tip of his nose. His head was pressed neither lightly nor heavily, and his tense nerves slowly relaxed.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" Shen Zhi frowned, his eyes half closed, and asked the man who was half-kneeling at the head of the bed and massaging his head.

Feng Shu retracted his hand and touched the cigarette case in his trouser pocket. His dark brown eyes were sincere. "No."

Shen Zhi believed him and closed his eyes again. His forehead was pressed slowly again. Feng Shu's hands were sweaty and had the unpleasant smell of plastic from holding the steering wheel for a long time.

Shen Zhi still had his eyes closed, feeling drowsy and sleepy.

He thought he knew what he was missing, which was to be loved. Even if that love had many flaws, its sincerity was touching enough.

Feng Shu watched Shen Zhi's breathing gradually become longer and lighter, then he stretched his stiff legs and stood up. He leaned over to blow out the half-burned agarwood, gently turned the bedside lamp to the dimmest, tucked in Shen Zhi's quilt, made sure nothing was missed, and walked out of Shen Zhi's room.

"Why are you here?" Feng Shu went out and poured himself a glass of water to soothe his dry throat and wash away the bloody smell in his mouth.

Tao Siyu held the agarwood box in her hand, fidgeting, and whispered, "Boss Shen asked me to come and give him some incense."

Feng Shu checked Tao Siyu's clothes. They were clean and tidy, very different from Tao Siyu's usual conservative and simple style. The quality and style were obviously superior, outlining Tao Siyu's figure properly, showing a different temperament, and even somewhat attractive.

Feng Shu smiled and said, "If you want to give something as a gift, give it well and don't have any crooked thoughts."

Feng Shu's words were too straightforward, which made Tao Siyu feel a little embarrassed. Her disgusting thoughts were torn apart by Feng Shu, which made Tao Siyu angry. Her weak rebuttal had no power at all.

"I am very grateful to Mr. Shen. I just want to do something for him."

"Shen Zhi has no shortage of capable successors," Feng Shu cruelly shattered Tao Siyu's fantasy.

Tao Siyu's face suddenly turned pale and bloodless.

Feng Shu was right. Mr. Shen had no shortage of capable juniors who admired him, and he did not have any unique strengths.

Tao Siyu left behind some incense sticks and fled without even saying a word in rebuttal.

But he didn't think deeply about what qualifications Feng Shu had to say such things.

Feng Shu stared at Tao Siyu's embarrassed and helpless back and breathed slowly. He had no position and no qualifications, and he did not get any words of recognition from Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi has no shortage of capable suitors. One day, the one running away in panic will be him.

But Feng Shu felt that he was different in Shen Zhi's heart, and he was secretly looking forward to it.

The thick night dew was evaporated by the morning sunshine, and the faint light replaced the dim night lamp.

Shen Zhi sat up and rubbed his temples lightly with his slender fingers. There was no pain from a hangover. Every nerve was wrapped in oxygen. He breathed freely and swam around lightly, feeling indescribably light and happy.

After washing up, Shen Zhi walked out of the room. There was no trace of other people in the huge house. The thoughtful and considerate care last night seemed to be an illusion, a scene more dreamy than that of the Snail Girl.

Shen Zhi's heart moved slightly, and he walked straight to the kitchen.

The porridge is warm in the clay pot. The thick white porridge exudes a mellow rice aroma and is sticky, fragrant and sweet.

Shen Zhi scooped a bowl for himself. The rice porridge was a little cold, so Shen Zhi didn't heat it up. He drank it up spoonful by spoonful, and then filled another bowl for himself until he was full.

After Shen Zhi cleaned up the table, he changed his clothes and went out to the couple's restaurant, where he met Qiao Qiao, the blind date he had been reluctant to date.

"Brother Bang, it's not that I have to see you, it's my aunt who told my mother that we get along very well and they hope we can get married soon," Qiao Qiao held his chin and drank his drink, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.

Shen Zhi nodded to show that he understood, "Sorry."

Qiao Qiao's parents are very traditional parents. They hope that Qiao Qiao can follow the steps of going to school, graduating, working, getting married and having children. In some ways, this coincides with the idea of ​​Shen Zhi's parents.

"It doesn't matter. I like the No. 1 guy on the list too," Qiao Qiao blinked at Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi made a rare joke, "Is it the kind of love where you just find someone to marry, please your parents, and then go somewhere else to form a band?"

Qiao Qiao pouted when his real concern was exposed, feeling embarrassed at having her secrets touched upon.

Shen Zhi was a little curious. It was clearly his parents' request, so why was Qiao Qiao able to resist so easily?

Qiao Qiao's parents hope that their daughter will study hard. Qiao Qiao put her video account online for her parents to follow and urge them to like and comment on her videos. Qiao Qiao's parents hope that their daughter will find a nine-to-five office job. Qiao Qiao cannot settle down and often acts like a spoiled child and asks her parents for financial support.

Shen Zhi asked.

Qiao tilted his head, looking innocent, "Because they love me, they will never be really angry with me, and I can always get forgiveness from them."

Shen Zhi took a sip of his drink to ease the palpitations he felt at that moment.

The dishes came, Qiao picked out the expensive ones, ate with a knife and fork, and sighed with satisfaction, "Big Brother Bang, I haven't had such delicious steak for a long time, can I pack some to take away later?"

"I can tell Auntie that we get along really well," Qiao Qiao tried to satisfy her appetite by exchanging conditions.

"Okay," Shen Zhi agreed to Qiao Qiao, but said, "You don't have to cover it up for me anymore."

Shen Zhi thought that he could speak for himself and confess it himself.

Shen Zhi's phone vibrated. It was Feng Shu again. Feng Shu rushed back home early in the morning and returned to the city with his colleagues this afternoon. Feng Shu sent Shen Zhi his real-time location every hour.

Qiao Qiao stretched out his finger and tapped Shen Zhi's phone, "Is it because you like someone now?"

I don't think I like it.

"I'll go pay the bill. Take your time eating."

Qiao Qiao bit the straw as he watched Shen Zhi leaving. "Brother No. 1 on the list, please stay away. What a pity! We have lost another high-quality man."

"What's your relationship with our President Shen?" When Zhou Chang passed by the restaurant on his way out today, he saw President Shen having dinner with a girl through the transparent glass window, and remembered what Young Master Feng had told him before he left.

He told him to keep a close eye on Mr. Shen and threatened Zhou Chang that if he couldn't get Mr. Shen in this life, he would get him.

Zhou Chang, the real straight man, was scared and terrified. He swore that he would do everything in his power to cut off Mr. Shen's romantic relationship. Only then did Feng Shu nod with satisfaction.

While eating her after-meal dessert, Qiao looked up. She knew Zhou Chang. The developer of the "dark cuisine" spicy strips had been exposed on the Internet, and it was Minister Zhou in front of her.

When she was doing aerobics in the live broadcast room, Minister Zhou would be pulled out by Minister Fang to play around and increase her popularity.

"What do you guess?" Qiao Qiao held his chin and teased him intentionally.

Zhou Chang looked at the beautiful and lovely Qiao Qiao in front of him. He didn't dare to guess. He felt that his innocence was about to be taken away by the cruel Master Feng.

Zhou Chang trembled and sent a message to Feng Shu, "Master, it's bad. Mr. Shen is having dinner with a woman, and she is an extremely, extremely, extremely beautiful woman."

Zhou used three special emphases, hoping that Young Master Feng would understand the seriousness of the matter.

Zhou Chang wanted to say something else, but he didn't know what to say until a female voice came from the side, "That woman is going to marry Mr. Shen."

!!! Zhou Chang angrily sent a message, "Master, that woman also said that she wanted to marry Mr. Shen!"

No, Zhou Chang turned his head stiffly. Who is talking?

Oh, it was the lovely but black-hearted Qiao Qiao who was secretly watching the chat records between him and Master Feng.

Qiao Qiao pointed at the screen and read one word at a time: "Little Fatty, well done, keep watching Mr. Shen. I have prepared the Chinese medicine for you to eat. When you succeed in losing weight, I will get Mr. Shen, and you will come to be my best man. If I can't get Mr. Shen, you will come to make up the numbers. Devil's Whisperjpg."

Zhou Chang wanted to cry but had no tears. Qiao Qiao patted his head lovingly and sighed, "Minister Zhou is going to marry a green tea man."

Zhou Chang: Hiccup...

After Feng Shu replied to the message, he opened the chat interface with Shen Zhi. The arrogant Mr. Shen was once again so cold that he didn't reply to any messages.

Why was he having dinner with the little girl? He had never had dinner with Mr. Shen, and even Mr. Shen didn't eat his food. He was so hateful.

Feng Shu kept deleting and revising his words, and his colleagues couldn't stand it any more. "You've spent all your money on your wife, and you still haven't gotten her. It's obvious that she's just hanging on to you. Feng Shu, can you please take a look at the girl in our department? Don't hang your head on that one tree."

Feng Shu was not convinced, "Then why does he only flirt with me and not others? He must be interested in me."

colleague:……

He couldn't bear the strong request for Love Brain to be covered by critical illness insurance immediately.

Feng Shu saw Shen Zhishi again soon because Feng Xinyou called Shen Zhishi over when he called him over.

Shen Zhi knew why Feng Xinyou asked him to come over, and he also knew why Feng Shu was asked to come over, but Feng Shu didn't know.

From beginning to end, he was the only one who was kept in the dark.

Shen Zhi looked up at the sky outside the villa where Feng Xinyou had received the letter. The clouds were falling heavily, and it seemed as if he could touch the oppressive clouds with his hand. It was so suffocating that it made people panic.

"So Shen Zhi, it was you who paved the way for me?" Feng Shu asked. It was the first time he heard Feng Xinyou explain it to him in this way.

How could this be? How could it be possible? What qualifications did he have to let Shen Zhi pave the way for him and then take over Qiaojia naturally?

No wonder Shen Zhi didn't like him at first.

It turned out that he failed in Shen Zhi's eyes from the beginning and was just a predator waiting for him.

He thought that the hardships Shen Zhi inflicted on him were actually training. Shen Zhi was the one who had given his all from beginning to end. How could it turn out like this?

Feng Xinyou seemed very calm in response to Feng Shu's questioning. "Yes, you didn't receive proper instruction from your mother. You are not familiar with the business world, and Qiaojia is complicated. I asked Shen Zhi to come here and clear up the deep-rooted problems in Qiaojia. It will be much easier for you to take over Qiaojia in the future."

"Shen Zhi will not resign immediately. After you take over Qiaojia, he will wait until you have adapted well before leaving." Feng Xinyou believes that his arrangement is appropriate and he has anticipated all the ways that might go wrong.

But he didn't think that his son would not accept it.

Even if there were billions of assets in front of him, Feng Shu's answer would be rejection.

"I have never spent a penny of your money since I was a child. What makes you think that I will take over Qiaojia? You even use others to pawn me and force others to pave the way for your son. You are too arrogant," Feng Shu almost roared at the end.

Why would the author take it for granted that he did not give any alimony after betraying his mother, but could tell his estranged son to take over his business more than a decade later?

Feng Xinyou also got angry, "Feng Shu! What are you yelling at your father for? What ability do you have that would impress me? What ability do you have that would make me look at you differently? I was the one who got you out of the police station. Without me, your life would be a mess."

"You support your mother in your heart," Feng Xiyou slammed the table, "but she is of no use, and she can't bring you any benefits. You should please me now. My family property is for you. It belongs to you completely and completely. It can take you into the upper class and enrich your family property."

Feng Shu became strangely calm after listening to Feng Xinyou's words, which he thought were extremely ridiculous.

It's hard to explain to such a calculating person.

"You look down on me, and you look down on my mother," Feng Shu pulled the corner of his mouth, looking a little cold for no reason, "It doesn't matter, the people you look down on will also look down on you."

"I will not take over Qiaojia. I won't take a penny of your money. Even if I were a piece of rotten mud, I wouldn't need your charity," Feng Shu said as calmly as he could.

Every penny given to him was an added burden and torment to his mother's suffering.

If Feng Xinyou really cared about him, Feng Shu hoped that Feng Xinyou would end up being deserted by everyone.

"Get out!" Feng Xiyou said angrily, throwing the cup in his hand out.

It hit Feng Shu's forehead, tearing his skin and gushing blood. His dark brown eyes were stained with blood, with a hint of scarlet flashing inside, making him look a little weird.

Feng Shu did not provoke him again and left obediently.

Shen Zhi was standing at the door of the villa, his peach blossom eyes calm and cold. Feng Shu felt a little sad. Why was his appearance destined to take away what Shen Zhi had paid? What was the value of his payment then?

Are you rubbing salt into Shen Zhi's wound?

The one who is high and mighty has never been Shen Zhi, but him!

He was enjoying the benefits brought by Shen Zhi and thought he was pursuing him, but he didn't know that he was the evil person who deprived Shen Zhi of his hard work. What would Shen Zhi think?

"I volunteered. Chairman Feng gave me a generous reward." Shen Zhi stared at the blood on Feng Shu's forehead, his breathing a little tight.

Feng Shu didn't understand why he would remain indifferent even if he was paid a lot of money and gave his hard work to others.

"My parents divorced when I was a child. My mother didn't ask Feng Xinyou for a penny. She was a housewife and was raised by Feng Xinyou for so many years. She had almost no survival skills."

"She had a hard time at first. I was also disobedient at that time. My mother was exhausted and took out some of her anger on me."

Shen Zhi's gaze moved down to Feng Shu's exposed arm, which was covered with scars of varying shapes and sizes.

"I never blamed her, really, I just felt bad for her," Feng Shu exhaled, "I felt bad for her for spending half her life making wedding dresses for others."

That's why he was so angry and furious about Shen Zhi paving the road for him.

Feng Shu felt that he should be the one who gave. He didn't want Shen Zhi to give, as that would make him worried and afraid. He was afraid that Shen Zhi's giving would bring harm to him.

Before he knew the truth, he was willing to do anything for Shen Zhi.

But now, everything he feared had happened.

"Shen Zhi, do you like me?" Feng Shu's voice was dry. This was not a good time to ask, but Feng Shu wanted to know urgently.

Shen Zhi's throat was blocked by gravel, and the sharp edges scraped his flesh and blood.

He was unable to speak, his vocal cords seemed to fail and break at this moment.

Feng Shu's voice was a little hoarse. "You look down on me, Shen Zhi? I am no longer Qiaojia's heir. I am a very ordinary person. I am useless... I..."

"I don't look down on you," Shen Zhi interrupted Feng Shu and said sincerely, "You are amazing and special. You are the bravest person I have ever met."

Shen Zhi had never seen anyone who could easily give up a family fortune of tens of billions, because in his case, his family had no property inheritance as bait, and he could not break free from the constraints of his parents.

He truly admired Feng Shu's indomitable courage.

"But you still don't like it, right?" Feng Shu felt a little sad and smiled at himself.

Shen Zhi looked at Feng Shu's smile, which was uglier than crying, and denied it, "No."

Feng Shu pressed his fingertips to the corners of Shen Zhi's eyes and said with a fake smile, "Why are you about to cry, Shen Zhi?"

"Don't feel sorry for me."

Feng Shu waved his hand and left in a leisurely manner.

Shen Zhi stared at Feng Shu's back in a daze, his fingers curled up unconsciously. That action just now was so familiar, someone had done this before to stop his tears.

Shen Zhi opened his phone and saw a person with the "Mr. Krabs" avatar posting a message on his Moments.

"I'm Mr. Krabs. I didn't steal the Krabby Patty secret recipe today, but I'm happy to see Mr. Krabs."