Assistant Lin Has Something To Say

Early in the morning, Feng Ying was woken up by a phone call from the hotel suite.

At that time, he was sleeping soundly with someone in his arms, but the phone in the guest room kept ringing. Feng Ying was a little annoyed after being woken up, and she scolded as she retrieved the phone by the bedside: "Who the **** is this early in the morning—"

"Feng Ying."

Feng Ying shivered: "...Dad."

"...Sleep, Dad."

Feng Juntao didn't want to listen to his prevarication, and said impatiently: "Get up and pack up, and accompany He Jianshan to play golf in the morning."

Feng Ying suddenly woke up. He sat up immediately, without saying a word for a long time. It wasn't until Feng Juntao urged him again that he regained his senses and probed carefully, "Playing golf with He Jianshan?"

Feng Juntao snorted coldly: "Mr. He called me early in the morning and said that he knew you came to Jinghua and wanted to invite you to play golf, have a meal or something."

Feng Ying blurted out, "I'm not going."

Feng Juntao was laughed at by him: "Do you understand the rules? Ah? I told you to visit first, but you won't listen! You think it's really rare for people to meet you, this is because Your dad's my face! The phone has been called in person, and you know something, okay?"

After hanging up the phone, Feng Ying thought about it again. To be honest, this time was very delicate, and he didn't know whether He Jianshan knew that Lin Hui had been drugged, anyway, at least on the surface, Lin Hui seemed to be drinking too much. However, Feng Juntao also reminded him that it is up to the owner to beat the dog. Even if He Jianshan knew it, it was no big deal. Comparing an important partner with a little lover, everyone knew what was more important. Thinking of this, he calmed down, turned his head to look at the white back under the quilt, remembered that the fat he got last night flew away, and felt unhappy for a while, he kicked the man, and took out a stack of banknotes from his wallet, as if rushing A dog kicks people out.

At 9:35, Feng Ying got into the car arranged by He Jianshan on time. Before entering the car, he looked around and found that He Jianshan was not there. The driver Zhao Jianhua saw it and said, "Mr. Feng, Mr. He is waiting for you at Xishan Golf Club."

"Oh, alright." Feng Ying recognized that this was the driver who had caught Lin Hui yesterday, stroked her hair, and said, "By the way, Brother Lin drank too much yesterday, it's alright. Bar?"

Zhao Jianhua glanced at the rear-view mirror, "haha" and smiled: "It's okay, Mr. Feng, I'll send Lin Zhu home, just drink more and get some sleep."

Feng Ying raised her eyebrows and relaxed a lot: "That's good, that's good."

He Jianshan was on the phone when Feng Ying arrived. From a distance, he felt that He Jianshan didn't come to play football, but to discuss business. He Jianshan also saw him after hanging up the phone, the two nodded and Feng Ying pretended to be honest and stood aside, and after a while, He Jianshan opened his mouth: "President Feng likes to play golf very much. "

Feng Juntao really likes to play golf, it's no secret, everyone in the circle knows. Seeing that he mentioned his father in the first sentence, Feng Ying guessed that this arrangement was really for cooperation, so he smiled and said, "Yes, or else I wouldn't have specially invested in Yage."

He Jianshan glanced at him: "What about you, do you like to fight?"

Feng Ying echoed: "It's okay, a very relaxing exercise."

He Jianshan smiled: "It's such a coincidence, I met two new friends, let them play with you today."

Feng Ying was a little unsure of what he was thinking, but he still nodded: "Excuse me, Mr. He for the introduction."

He Jianshan tilted his head: "Come."

Feng Ying followed his gaze, and his face changed immediately: It turned out to be Ah Pao and Shan Shan!

Before he could recover from the shock, Ah Pao and Shan Shan had already come over. Their eyes shrank, each holding a golf club in their hands, trembling so much that they could hardly hold them.

Feng Ying saw that the two of them have been avoiding their eyes, and suddenly remembered that since he entered the field, it seems that a serious staff member has not seen, not even a caddie. He Jianshan's people. His back started to get cold, but he still forced a smile: "Mr. He, what do you mean?"

He Jianshan looked at him calmly.

Feng Ying had already begun to cowardice, and before He Jianshan could speak, he hurriedly said: "Mr. He, if you are doing it for last night, I can explain it, it's just a misunderstanding!"

Now he has completely recovered his senses. He Jianshan must know that he has given Lin back/medicine. He has made a mistake in this matter, and He Jianshan may not be good. But after all, there is still cooperation between the two... Feng Ying gritted his teeth, broke the jar, and shouted loudly, "Mr. He, don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face, there is nothing wrong with me, my dad cooperates with you like this. For many years, I-"

He Jianshan interrupted him with a shake of his head, with a pity in his eyes: "Mr. Feng, Feng Juntao's shrewdness, you really haven't learned anything."

The sound of "President Feng" was like a huge lightning strike, causing Feng Ying to tremble. Why did he suddenly forget that if He Jianshan really cared about Feng Juntao, why would he specifically ask him to call him out and arrange a special car to pick him up?

He Jianshan is determined to tear his face.

Feng Ying suddenly looked at Ah Pao and Shanshan, who were holding the club and slowly approaching, Shanshan said while trembling: "Brother, brother, yes, sorry, we too There is no way, he, Mr. He said, we can only have one person today who can stand and go out-"

So no matter what, let's beat Feng Ying down first.

As soon as the voice fell, Feng Ying was hit by a stick, and his face quickly swelled. Feng Ying has been arrogant and domineering for so many years, when did he suffer such humiliation, and he was full of resentment for a while, and stared at him with red eyes: "Wang Yushan, what are you—" However, what was waiting for him was another merciless one. stick.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of sticks and chaotic wailing sounded one after another, and the three of them had already scuffled into a ball. On the other side, He Jianshan didn't even look, and left with someone.

Back in the car, Zhao Jianhua routinely asked He Jianshan whether to go to the company or go home. He Jianshan clicked on WeChat and said, "Go home." At the end, he instructed again, "Don't let Lin Hui know what happened today."

Zhao Jianhua nodded.

When he went out in the morning, Lin Hui still hadn't woken up. He Jianshan cooked porridge, packaged the medicine to be taken and put it on the bedside, and left a note. On the way, he was worried that Lin Hui didn't see it, so he sent him another WeChat message, but until now, Lin Hui has not responded. He Jianshan actually had some regrets. Maybe he shouldn't be so anxious to deal with Feng Ying, but should stay by Lin Hui's side. However, Zhou Zhi just called him and said that the test results confirmed that the ingredients of the drug were relatively simple, and there were no messy additives. He finally felt relieved.

He Jianshan locked his phone and looked out the window at the street trees that were retreating. He had only been separated from Lin Hui for a few hours, but he had already started to miss him: he missed the warmth in his arms; he wanted to have breakfast with him for a walk; he also wanted to do nothing and listen to him tell stories to himself. He Jianshan groaned slightly in his heart, he never knew that he was so greedy towards Lin Hui.

Yes, greed.

Greedy, greedy, and greedy for all his time, I want to find him when I have time, and even want to take him with me on private trips. Taking off the coat of work, He Jianshan clearly realized his greed for Lin Hui for the first time. Thinking of the night before, Lin Hui shouted the three words "He Jianshan", which is almost the most beautiful language in the world. He is not President He, he is He Jianshan, they exchanged kisses and exchanged temperature. He Jianshan became anxious, he wanted to see Lin Hui immediately, wanted to stand in front of him, wanted to hug him and tell him seriously—

He also wants to exchange a lover's heart with him.

"Fantastic."

This is the first sigh of Luo Ting's first sigh after listening to Lin Hui stumbling about the whole thing early on Sunday morning.

Lin Hui's face was still a little pale, he shook his head weakly: "Don't make trouble."

"So you woke up yesterday and saw that he was not there, so you came back quickly? Didn't you say anything?"

"What can I say, I forgot to get my car keys, so I took a taxi back. By the way, the car is still parked at the restaurant."

Luo Ting stared at him carefully, puzzled: "Why do you look unhappy at all? Isn't this a happy event?"

"...This is just an accident, and it's my lord..." Lin Hui was really hard to say.

Luo Ting still couldn't understand: "brother, he's hard, and then he has **** with you. You are also a man. Do you think straight men can be **** men? "

"Why not? You are also a man, don't you know that it is easy for a man to... No, that's not the problem..."

Lin Hui didn't know why he wanted to discuss this with Luo Ting early in the morning. After returning from He Jianshan's house yesterday, he has been in a very anxious state, and there is no way to calm down, so he thought about finding a friend to chat. As a result, it is better not to chat.

Luo Ting was confused by him, he still didn't understand why Lin Hui was so irritable: "I think you are very irritable now, why? Do you regret it?"

"I don't regret it... Luo Ting, you don't know He Jianshan, our relationship has always been on the line of superiors, colleagues or friends, and now we have a relationship beyond this line , which means that I can no longer get close to him, he is a very public and private person, he will not put guns/friends by his side."

Luo Ting frowned: "You are at most a one-night stand. Besides, have you ever thought that he might like you?"

"It's impossible." Lin Hui categorically denied it.

"Why is it impossible?" Luo Ting felt incredible and cried out, "Brother, you are so good, have you forgotten? How popular were you in college, how many girls like you? No No, everyone loves you!"

"You also said that it is a university, and He Jianshan is not a female college student."

Luo Ting doesn't seem to know Lin Hui anymore. Although Lin Hui's family background is not good, his high-spirited energy in college is so eye-catching that people can't ignore it; and now he is Wan Zhu The senior executives, who have done a good job, have become less confident.

"Go back, I think you are on the top of the horns, He Jianshan is awesome, but he is also an ordinary person, you don't need to think about him so high. Besides, you weren't sober that day. Ah, you've been drugged/medicated."

Lin Hui lowered his head, rubbed the water glass in front of him, and said softly, "I didn't think of him as high, I just...just..."

Lin Hui didn't know how to describe his feelings. That night, if he may have been a bit chaotic at the beginning of the kiss, but then he was definitely awake when he lay in bed and made the invitation. He didn't want to blame everything on drugs or alcohol. He Jianshan gave him the opportunity to refuse, but he gave up. He just slept with He Jianshan in a very awake state,

He just wanted to have **** with He Jianshan: longing to be owned by him, and longing to possess him.

He succumbed to his own desires and hearts, nothing more.

But Luo Ting was right, he did regret it a little. He only thought about being with He Jianshan for a while, but he didn't think about how he would face him in the future, and how he would treat himself. Over the past few years, he has been careful, placing himself at a distance that is not too far away, only hoping to stand a little longer behind He Jianshan. Now that the two have crossed the line, how should he deal with himself? As for He Jianshan, he didn't need to worry about it. After all, no matter what kind of relationship the two had, he was always the only one who suffered.

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