Mr. Lu, Mr. Su is being coquettish again!

Lu Fang woke up around noon the next day. Su Nanqin, that workaholic devil, inexplicably didn't go to the company.

At that moment, Lu Fang struggled to get up and saw Su Nanqin sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window with a laptop on her lap.

Hearing the noise, Su Nanqin put down his computer and walked over. His usually expressionless face was even colder than usual, and he said emotionlessly, "You're awake."

"Hmm." Lu Fang was in pain all over his body, and the pain distracted him. He couldn't quite remember how he got here yesterday.

Su Nanqin walked to the other bedside, took the porridge that the nanny had cooked, handed it to him, and commanded from above, "Drink it."

Lu Fang looked up at Su Nanqin and could sense that Su Nanqin was genuinely angry.

This is different from the previous times when he was being unreasonable or irrational.

Su Nanqin has a certain aura when he gets angry; he is imposing even without being angry, which makes Lu Fang feel a little uncomfortable.

He took the bowl and drank it without hesitation.

After he finished drinking, Su Nanqin turned around and gave him the medicine.

Lu Fang didn't ask any questions, took the water and gulped it down in one go.

After Lu Fang finished drinking, Su Nanqin looked at him sinisterly and said, "Lu Fang, you've been very naughty."

Su Nanqin's voice is clear and deep, revealing maturity and an unquestionable quality.

In that instant, Lu Fang felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being coiled by a venomous snake.

For a moment, Lu Fang was dazed. He only remembered the unreasonable Su Nanqin who would snuggle in his arms at night, but subconsciously ignored the other side of Su Nanqin in life and work.

This is a mature and powerful man, though not necessarily in terms of strength.

It has to be said that Su Nanqin is really good at managing his subordinates. Lu Fang never treated himself as Su Nanqin's subordinate and always felt a bit of pressure.

The atmosphere became a little stiff for a moment, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Su Nanqin sat down opposite him and looked at him: "Explain."

Lu Fang didn't look at him, and adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable: "I ran into a fight."

Lu Fang seemed indifferent.

He didn't think he could fool Su Nanqin, but he also didn't intend to tell the truth, as he intuitively felt that would only make things more complicated.

Su Nanqin sat upright opposite him, showing no intention of letting him off the hook. For a moment, he wanted to hurry, much faster, to lock Lu Fang up and then...

Su Nanqin straightened the wrinkles in his pajamas. It wasn't the right time yet, so he held back and said, "If you don't tell the truth, you're not leaving this room."

Lu Fang did not doubt the credibility of the other party's words; he believed that Su Nanqin was capable of doing it.

He leaned casually against the headboard, turning his head to look at him: "You should know better than I do what illegal detention means, right?"

Su Nanqin sneered inwardly, but didn't show it.

He looked at the other person and said, "With your attitude, I think it will be hard for me not to teach you a lesson."

Lu Fang turned his head to look at him, waiting for him to continue.

Seeing that Su Nanqin seemed extremely angry, his face was dark and his mood was incredibly low.

He knew when to quit while he was ahead, but still didn't intend to reveal that he had been involved in underground boxing matches.

"Yeah, he deserves a lesson. Go ahead and tell me, I'll take it."

Lu Fang's words weren't meant to provoke him; he knew Su Nanqin just wanted an outlet for his anger.

I got into trouble last night, so there's no reason not to give the other party a way out.

Su Nanqin kept his word: "If you don't want to talk, then lock you up until you do."

After saying that, he picked up his notebook and left.

After the other party left, Lu Fang wearily pinched the bridge of his nose. The two matches yesterday were too intense.

It almost cost him his life, and he couldn't even remember how he got back.

Su Nanqin went to the study next door and threw the computer on the desk. Feeling suffocated and unable to vent his anger, he swept the documents on the desk to the ground for the first time in over twenty years, making a clattering sound as he swept the cups off the desk.

he is very angry.

The two didn't exchange much until lunchtime. Su Nanqin was unilaterally unwilling to talk to him, while Lu Fang was in too much pain to move and even had his meal delivered to him by Su Nanqin.

It wasn't until evening that Su Nanqin left the study and returned to his room.

Lu Fang was playing Snake. When he saw him come in, he looked up and glanced at him. His face was dark and gloomy. He then continued to play with his head down.

Until Su Nanqin finished showering and climbed into bed, the two of them remained silent, as if maintaining some kind of tacit understanding during a primary school student's cold war.

Lu Fang knew he had really angered people, but he couldn't talk about the underground boxing match.

After an unknown amount of time, the snake in Lu Fang's hand had grown so large that it filled half the screen, while the people next to him were still occasionally flipping over.

The movements were small, but Lu Fang knew the other person wasn't asleep.

He reached out and turned off the brightest light, leaving only the bedside lamp next to Su Nanqin swaying gently.

As he turned to the side, his pajamas brushed against Su Nanqin. He opened his eyes slightly and saw a large expanse of V-line and firm, powerful abdominal muscles.

Lu Fang had already played several rounds of the game when Su Nanqin, who hadn't moved much, suddenly rolled over and opened her eyes, facing him.

Lu Fang knew that this person was somewhat used to him holding him while sleeping, although Lu Fang didn't know why.

Looking at him with a mix of innocence and helplessness, Lu Fang couldn't stand it when the other person looked at him like that.

Su Nanqin's gaze seemed even more intense; one more glance at him would soften one's heart.

He silently breathed a sigh of relief; it was highly unlikely that this arrogant person would back down.

He turned off his phone and placed it on the other side of the pillow, offering a way out by softly asking, "Can't sleep?"

"Mmm." Su Nanqin's voice was a little hoarse, sounding somewhat like she was being coquettish, and also a little aggrieved.

It was Su Nanqin who was angry, while Lu Fang cooperated from beginning to end.

He sighed helplessly, somewhat like he was coaxing a child: "Do you want a hug?"

Such a conversation between two men is actually a bit strange, but Su Nanqin's direct need was for him to hug her.

How can you ask that?

Su Nanqin was still angry, his face was sullen and he didn't say a word, as if the other person was the one who needed help.

Seeing his expression, Lu Fang found it amusing and decided to take the best approach.

He looked down at Su Nanqin, then lifted the blanket slightly beside his thigh, gesturing for Su Nanqin to come closer.

Su Nanqin hesitated proudly for a moment, then reluctantly moved over and rested her face on his thigh.

Lu Fang remained seated, reached out and gently supported his back, pulling him into his arms and patting him lightly with his large hand.

She lowered her voice and looked down at him: "Go to sleep."

Su Nanqin leaned against him and immediately felt much more at ease, as Lu Da patted her back gently.

After a while, he opened his eyes but didn't look at Lu Fang, and said aggrievedly, "Lu Fang, I'm very angry."

Lu Fang looked at the head peeking out from under the blanket, and continued patting it with his hand.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that this person was kind of cute.

Thinking this, the anger from earlier in the day dissipated considerably. "Hmm, you're very angry. Shall I apologize?"

"Not good." When Su Nanqin couldn't sleep, even his speech sounded a little unlike his own.

"I'm your employer, you have to listen to me," Su Nanqin said coquettishly.

"Okay, whatever you say." Lu Fang wasn't incapable of being gentle; he was just too good at it.

Most people have only seen his violent side, but perhaps influenced by Su Nanqin's softened tone, he was now willing to gently pat the person beneath him and coax them softly.

"You're not telling the truth," Su Nanqin reminded him.

"Yes, I wasn't telling the truth. Listening to you and protecting my privacy are not mutually exclusive." Lu Fang has his own principles.

Su Nanqin remained silent for a long time before saying, "What if I said, Lu Fang, I want you?"

Lu Fang froze, standing in mid-air for a long time without moving.

He didn't understand what Su Nanqin meant, but his long-term social experience made it hard for him not to interpret it that way.

He wasn't unaware of homosexuality; it's just that he didn't know anyone like that around him, so he didn't think about it in that way.

For a moment, I was so shocked that I couldn't say anything, whether it was about Su Nanqin's orientation or the bluntness in his words.

Seeing that there was no response from above for a long time, Su Nanqin simply propped himself up on his arm and looked up at him.

Lu Fang looked down at Su Nanqin's face, and combining what he had just said, he suddenly found an adjective: Su Nanqin was neither handsome nor dashing.

Rather, it is beauty, radiating a kind of feminine and cold beauty that keeps people at a distance, yet its upward gaze is inexplicably captivating.

It's not offensive; rather, it's somewhat like art. He accepts and embraces it, but that doesn't mean he'll change himself.

Realizing what had happened, Lu Fang gasped. He didn't even know where to put his hands.

Seeing his frozen posture, Su Nanqin pressed for an answer, "Hmm?"

Lu Fang barely managed to resist getting out of bed. "We're both men."

"What's wrong with the man?"

……

Knowing that reasoning wouldn't work, Lu Fang changed his approach: "I like women."

"You look down on me because I'm not a woman?" Su Nanqin was incredibly straightforward, analyzing the situation for him with a straight face.

……

"This is a matter of orientation." Lu Fang realized he had been tricked into saying this.

He would never agree to this, so why discuss it?

Do you think your sexual orientation affects your performance?

He'd gotten himself into this mess again. Frustrated, Lu Fang scratched his head and tried to leave.

Su Nanqin lowered his arm. "I won't force you if it has any impact."

……

Lu Fang wanted to punch someone. He threw back the covers and tried to get out of bed.

Su Nanqin grabbed his sleeve. "Why are you leaving? I didn't do anything."

Damn, Lu thought to himself, "You didn't do anything wrong, otherwise you'd be lying on the ground right now."

"Don't be angry. I won't do anything if you disagree. I can't sleep if you leave."

Lu Fang got up to leave, but Su Nanqin, with a strength she didn't know she possessed, grabbed him and wouldn't let go.

Lu Fang looked at the person and said, "It's like a man and a woman having no relationship but sleeping together. Do you think that's appropriate?"

"It's possible that it's related, but you disagree."

……

Lu Fang felt that they might not be in the same service area.