Chapter 867 Nausea and vomiting
When Zhou Heyu changed his clothes and came out, he clearly felt that there was something wrong with the look in Tao Rui's eyes.
It was full of gossip, and it made him feel uncomfortable.
If there wasn't a customer placing an order, Zhou Heyu would definitely go over and ask for clarification.
I'll ask when I come to work tomorrow. Now I'll go find Feng Jing first.
Zhou Heyu walked up to Feng Jing and said, "Boss Feng!"
Feng Jing stood up from his chair and said, "Let's go! Let's go somewhere first."
Zhou Heyu followed him out of the cafe.
The car stopped in front of a magnificent club.
It was Zhou Heyu's first time in such a place, and he looked a little reserved.
His eyes fell to his side, and after seeing Feng Jing, the turmoil in his heart subsided.
With Feng Jing by his side, he would feel extremely safe.
The waiter led the way in front, through the magnificent corridor and finally stopped in front of the private room door.
"Feng Jing, please come in!"
The waiter opened the door and stood respectfully beside it.
Feng Jing walked into the private room and Zhou Heyu followed him. When he saw the boy in the room, his face instantly turned ugly.
Zhou Heyu quickly looked away, not wanting to show his emotions, but his fingers at his sides were clenched tightly.
When Jiang Zhong saw Zhou Heyu, his eyes lit up immediately: "Auntie!"
He quickly rushed to Zhou Heyu's side, and just as he was about to grab his arm with both hands, he felt a sharp gaze falling on him.
Jiang Zhong shuddered and looked up at Feng Jing, frightened by his warning look and trembling all over.
He immediately retracted his hand, smiled innocently and said, "I...I just wanted to say hello to my aunt."
Little aunt? !!! Zhou Heyu was confused. What kind of name is this?
Feng Jing glanced at Jiang Zhong and said, "Stop talking nonsense! Let's get down to business."
Jiang Zhong understood: "I understand! I understand everything!"
Jiang Zhong extended his hand to Zhou Heyu: "Hello! I'm Jiang Zhong, and my cousin is Jiang Yinhuai."
Out of courtesy, Zhou Heyu extended his hand back and shook it: "Hello!"
Jiang Zhong looked at Feng Jing: "Uncle Feng, I have explained it."
"What kind of explanation is that? You can't even speak clearly. What have you learned over the years? What have you learned?"
After Feng Jing finished complaining about Jiang Zhong, his gaze fell on Zhou Heyu: "Jiang Zhong is Jiang Yinhuai's cousin. When we first met, the two people who came to the police station were Jiang Yinhuai and his lover. Jiang Yinhuai and I have a very good relationship. We are not only work partners, but also good brothers who can talk about anything."
Feng Jing winked at Jiang Zhong.
Jiang Zhong reacted and said immediately, "I regard Uncle Feng as my elder and treat him like my cousin. Aunt, what happened last night was my fault. You must not quarrel with Uncle Feng."
Zhou Heyu's face instantly turned red.
He was embarrassed and ashamed: "I... I didn't..."
"No?" Feng Jing snorted. "Your emotions are all written on your face. Do you think I'm blind and can't see it?"
"I..." Zhou Heyu had no way to refute.
"Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, please don't be angry, little aunt."
Jiang Zhong stated his purpose: "Then come with me this afternoon!"
Zhou Heyu was startled.
He subconsciously looked at Feng Jing, questioning with his eyes.
Feng Jing raised his eyebrows. "You were throwing a tantrum last night, and I was very unhappy. Today I'll sell you to Jiang Zhong, and you'll do whatever he tells you to do."
Zhou Heyu's expression changed instantly; fear, uneasiness, sadness...were clearly seen in his eyes.
"I'm not going!"
Zhou Heyu's eyes were red and the veins on his forehead were popping out.
Feng Jing was just joking, but he didn't expect him to react so strongly.
"I'm not a human trafficker. I don't have a hobby of trafficking people."
Feng Jing flicked Zhou Heyu's cheek with his finger: "I was just kidding, don't be so nervous."
Zhou Heyu pursed his lips, his eyes full of grievance.
There was no feeling of accusation, but Feng Jing felt that he was guilty of a heinous crime.
The little bastard knew how to manipulate him with his emotions.
Feng Jing rubbed his head: "I really can't do anything about you."
He turned to look at Jiang Zhong, who looked gloating, and his face darkened. "Why are you still standing there? Explain it to him clearly. If you hadn't spoken so unclearly, how could he have misunderstood?"
Jiang Zhong: "..."
What does this have to do with him? It's not like he said he wanted to sell people.
Under Feng Jing's murderous gaze, Jiang Zhong had to bow his head.
"Aunt, our company wants to invite you to shoot a promotional video. I didn't explain it clearly just now, which caused unnecessary misunderstandings."
"I misunderstood."
Zhou Heyu asked Feng Jing for his opinion: "Mr. Feng, do you want me to shoot the promotional video?"
If Feng Jing didn't agree, he would never go.
"Go ahead! It's like doing Jiang Zhong a favor. Since I'm his uncle, I can't refuse him."
Feng Jing agreed, and Zhou Heyu naturally had no objection.
Jiang Zhong took Zhou Heyu to the company, but Feng Jing had work in the afternoon and did not accompany them.
During the shooting,
Jiang Zhong poured Zhou Heyu a cup of coffee and asked, "Aunt, how did you and Uncle Feng know each other?"
The first meeting wasn't a good one.
Zhou Heyu said: "I met him by chance."
"I think Uncle Feng cares about you a lot. He even called me to come over and explain things to you, saying he was afraid you might misunderstand."
Jiang Zhong began to complain: "He left me alone on the street last night and refused to take me home no matter what. Luckily there was a driver to take me home, otherwise I would have had to walk home."
Zhou Heyu's heart was beating wildly.
It turned out that Feng Jing asked him to go home first last night simply to send Jiang Zhong off first.
He had so many random thoughts in his mind and even drank to drown his sorrows... Now that I think about it, it really was a failure.
Feng Jing came to the studio and saw Zhou Heyu standing under the spotlight.
The face was illuminated by the light, and the facial features fell clearly into his eyes.
Feng Jing frowned.
Being so handsome makes him feel a sense of crisis.
Jiang Zhong came over immediately after seeing him: "Uncle Feng, my aunt is really camera-savvy. Although this was her first time filming a promotional video, she did a great job and is very insightful. If he enters the entertainment industry..."
"He won't enter the entertainment industry, and I won't let him in." Feng Jing interrupted Jiang Zhong and said sullenly, "If you weren't Old Jiang's cousin, I wouldn't agree to let him shoot the promotional video."
"Young aunt has such good conditions, why don't you want him to develop in the acting field?"
Jiang Zhong didn't understand Feng Jing's idea: "Uncle Feng, isn't your entertainment company promoting new artists recently? Why can't you promote my aunt when promoting others? Isn't it better to keep the wealth within the family?"
"You little brat, you don't know anything, so don't give us orders."
Feng Jing doesn't want Zhou Heyu to get involved in the entertainment industry, he just wants to keep this person by his side forever.
forever……
When this word appeared in his mind, Feng Jing himself found it incredible.
His feelings for Zhou Heyu have become uncontrollable and deviated from his original intentions.
The promotional video is very short and was almost shot in one afternoon.
Zhou Heyu came out of the studio and his eyes lit up instantly when he saw Feng Jing.
"Mr. Feng, why are you here?"
"I came to see after finishing work."
Feng Jing ran his fingers across Zhou Heyu's face: "Are you wearing makeup?"
"The makeup artist said I need to put on makeup so I can look good on camera."
Zhou Heyu said, "Mr. Feng, please wait for me. I'll go remove my makeup first."
Feng Jing sat on the sofa in the dressing room, waiting for Zhou Heyu to remove her makeup.
The makeup artist was very serious and gently stroked Zhou Heyu's face with the makeup remover cotton pad.
"You have a very beautiful face, and your features are very well proportioned."
The makeup artist praised him generously: "If Mr. Zhou could enter the entertainment industry, he would definitely gain a lot of fans."
"My life is good now. I have never thought about entering the entertainment industry."
Zhou Heyu's answer satisfied Feng Jing.
If the little bastard asked to enter the entertainment industry, he really wouldn't be able to refuse.
Fortunately, Zhou Heyu didn't have such an idea.
After removing the makeup, the makeup artist left and considerately closed the makeup artist's door when leaving.
Zhou Heyu didn't like the smell of makeup remover oil, so he ran water in the bathroom connected to the dressing room to rinse his face and wash away the fragrance on his face.
There were water stains on his face.
When he was about to wipe it off with his hands, a pair of hands took up his face first.
An enlarged image of Feng Jing's face appeared in front of Zhou Heyu, and the touch of his lips came to him very clearly.
The two hadn't had any close contact for a long time.
This kiss instantly ignited the impulse in my body.
Zhou Heyu held Feng Jing's waist with both hands, picked him up and placed him on the dressing table.
I lowered my head and kissed Feng Jing's soft lips.
The slightly cool lips seemed to be stained with fire, burning fiercely in his heart.
Feng Jing clearly felt Zhou Heyu's hot breath and the changes in his body.
He pressed his palm downwards, a smile spreading across his eyes: "You're too fast."
Zhou Heyu's cheeks flushed slightly. He hugged Feng Jing and hid his hot face, not wanting Feng Jing to see his current appearance.
"Brother Feng, can you come to my house tonight?"
Feng Jing raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you call me Mr. Feng anymore?"
The title "Mr. Feng" carries a certain sense of distance. Every time it is called out, it seems to remind Zhou Heyu that the relationship between him and Feng Jing is a transactional one.
He didn't like this title and was even more greedy in wanting to get closer to Feng Jing.
"Can I call you Brother Feng from now on?"
Feng Jing: "You're calling me old."
Zhou Heyu: "Then I'll call you by your name."
Anyway, I just don’t want to call you Mr. Feng anymore.
Feng Jing raised his hand and patted him on the forehead: "You have no respect for your elders."
Zhou Heyu observed his expression and saw that he was not angry. He knew that Feng Jing would not argue with him about the address.
He took Feng Jing's hand and said, "Then call me Brother Feng! It's late, let's go eat."
Feng Jing jumped down from the dressing table.
As soon as my feet touched the ground, I felt dizzy.
His body swayed, and he subconsciously grabbed Zhou Heyu beside him.
"Brother Feng, what's wrong with you?"
Zhou Heyu hurriedly hugged him and asked nervously.
"I feel a little dizzy."
And a little disgusting.
Feng Jing pressed his finger to his forehead: "Maybe he's too tired from working overtime."
Zhou Heyu: "I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup."
"No need! I know my body well."
Feng Jing grabbed Zhou Heyu's arm and said, "Let's go eat first. I'm quite hungry."
Zhou Heyu drove Feng Jing to the restaurant.
Feng Jing felt very hungry and ordered a lot of dishes.
But after the food was served, he suddenly lost his appetite and felt extremely uncomfortable in his stomach.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
Feng Jing hurried to the bathroom and leaned against the sink, retching.
But nothing came out.
I have never experienced nausea and dizziness after working overtime. What happened today?
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