The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

"About a hundred years old?" Yan Xun spoke nonsense uncertainly.

A centenarian is still a housekeeper. It's really hard for him. Feng Jiuqing poked the little man in his palm. The lying little thing is just like the bad guy who made him. He almost believed the story, and it even involved monsters. Shouldn't this little thing be a monster for him to see?

"Heh, he's really an old man, no wonder——"

Yan Xun felt like he was stabbed in the chest. He covered his heart and looked at Feng Jiuqing pitifully.

Feng Jiuqing swallowed the rest of his words at the pitiful look of Yan Xun. He inexplicably felt like he was caught talking bad about someone behind their back.

"Little thing, did Yan Xun install a surveillance camera on you?"

Yan Xun let Feng Jiuqing rub his face, his eyes full of innocence: "No, Master really didn't."

"Really? Let me check it out."

Feng Jiuqing put the little man into his pocket without noticing the little man's frightened expression. When he went to the private room and let the little man out, the little man had already accepted the fact and was stripped of his clothes without any resistance.

"It feels good to the touch. What material did Yan Xun use to make it? The simulation is pretty good."

Is it possible that this is real leather, and he is also real, young master.

Yan Xun's face flushed red and he put out a hand to cover his eyes. As long as he couldn't see, none of this had happened.

"There really is no surveillance." Feng Jiuqing poked Yan Xun again in disbelief, but Yan Xun did not move.

Fortunately, there is no other person here, and no other system, otherwise I won’t be able to manage it when I go out in the future unless the young master is responsible for him.

After Feng Jiuqing helped Yan Xun put on his clothes, he found that Yan Xun was still covering his face, which was red. He couldn't tell whether it was because he was holding it in or because he was shy. His emotion was almost the same as a real person.

"Are you still shy?" Feng Jiuqing took Yan Xun's hand away, with a curious look on his face, "Come on, show me how fierce you are."

Yan Xunsheng let out a helpless howl, showing zero ferocity and an extreme cuteness.

"Why are you so cute?" Feng Jiuqing kissed Yan Xun's forehead, his eyebrows curved, and his whole body revealed relaxation and joy.

Yan Xun was stunned. This was the first time he saw the young master smile so happily in the past few days he was with him. Even yesterday, when the young master smiled, he only smiled slightly. He could sense that the young master was not really happy, and his smile was mixed with some unknown emotions.

"Little thing, do you have a name?" Feng Jiuqing couldn't let go of the miniature version of Yan Xun.

Yan Xun sat obediently on his hand and nodded quickly when he heard it. Otherwise, with the young master's way of naming, he might have a name that would be laughed at by all systems for tens of thousands of years.

Before Feng Jiuqing could even utter the word "Mengbao", a voice rang in his ears, "Ayan."

There is actually a name. Feng Jiuqing looked at the little guy's clear eyes and felt sorry. Why can't he be called Mengbao? Mengbao sounds so nice!

"Tick tock, tick tock——"

Feng Jiuqing glanced at the time on his watch, then looked up at the little guy: "It's time to go to work, little thing, are you going to wait for me here, or should I put it in my pocket and take you there?"

When Yan Xun heard Feng Jiuqing was leaving, he didn't care about anything else and just hugged his fingers: "A Yan wants to accompany the master."

"Well, okay, but you have to change the address. Can you call me brother?" Feng Jiuqing deliberately teased Yan Xun.

Yan Xun took a deep breath. He had already lost all his dignity and face today, so this one sentence didn't matter.

"Brother! Ayan wants to be with brother forever."

Feng Jiuqing flicked Yan Xun's head gently. "You are only a little kid, why are you always talking about forever like that old man?"

Yan Xun was hit by invisible knives in the heart and leg at the same time. Young Master, is it impossible to get over this old man stalk?

Besides, in terms of real age, young master, you are the older one.

Yan Xun felt wronged, but he couldn't say it.

"Assistant Feng, the chairman is looking for you." Zhao Qing said softly after placing the documents in his hand on Feng Jiuqing's desk.

Feng Jiuqing paused while reviewing the documents, "Well, I understand."

Being able to go to work so soon, it seems that the attack was not serious. Feng Jiuqing raised his eyebrows. He did not expect that the old madman would be attacked in Fengyuan, and he was unscathed.

No wonder he didn’t see the old madman in Fengyuan the next day. He didn’t know who did it. He could only say that it was a great job.

At least for a long time, the old madman would not go to Fengyuan again, and he could also get a break under the old madman's strict control. The only worry was that the attack took place in Fengyuan, and the old madman would inevitably suspect him.

The reason why he was asked to go today was probably to test him.

This matter had nothing to do with him, and Feng Jiuqing was not afraid of his temptation.

When Feng Jiuqing was about to walk into the chairman's office, his suit pocket suddenly moved.

How could I forget this little thing?

Feng Jiuqing pretended to tidy up his clothes and patted Yan Xun in his pocket, saying softly, "Be good."

Yan Xun sat back feeling aggrieved. He had been in the pocket for a whole day. When would the young master let him out?

"Knock Knock Knock-"

"Come in."

Feng Jiuqing pushed the door open and stood in front of the desk, "Chairman, you're looking for me?"

Feng Wude closed the document and looked up at Feng Jiuqing.

Feng Jiuqing stood straight with an indifferent expression, and nothing could be seen.

"Your cousin Feng Que can no longer be the president of Dingfeng. As the heir of Dingfeng, what do you think about the candidate for the new president?" Feng Wude looked at Feng Jiuqing without blinking, not missing any of his subtle expressions.

"Chairman, it's up to you to decide. I've just joined Dingfeng and I don't know much, so I don't have any particularly good suggestions." Feng Jiuqing answered in a very conventional manner.

"Really? Jiuqing, Dingfeng will be yours in the future. Every decision you make will affect the future of Dingfeng. How can you not understand Dingfeng?" Feng Wude accused majestically.

Feng Jiuqing nodded expressionlessly. Wasn't it the old lunatic who prevented him from entering the power center of Dingfeng? Now he is blaming him here again. It turns out that his illness has not been cured yet. He will be honest after staying in the mental hospital for a few days.