My NO.1 Mr.

Only then did Cheng Ze say "Huh?", and looked up timidly at the tall man in front of him: "Are you...?"

This sound was soft and waxy, which would have a strong desire to protect in the ears of normal men, but in Xiang Fei's ears, it was like the last straw that crushed his reason.

All that dangled in front of his eyes were the lights of that night, no, not only that night, but also many, many nights where he stood alone downstairs in the cold wind, expecting to be caught by someone. The night people found out.

Those golden lights turned into golden roses and fell into the poisonous black swamp.A bloodthirsty feeling suddenly shot up from his heart to his fingertips, almost without hesitation, his fingers pinched Cheng Ze's delicate neck.

Several people in the private room exclaimed, and everyone's first reaction was to step forward and pull Xiang Fei away, but no one knew that Xiang Fei's inhibitor was now lying in his suit pocket.

Xiang Fei's strength is already great, and when he got sick, he couldn't hold it at all. Cheng Ze was pinched until he rolled his eyes, and Cheng Du tried his best to pull Xiang Fei's hand, but it had little effect.

Just when everyone was anxious to pull out the phone and press 110, Xiang Fei's body suddenly softened, and he was dragged into his arms by Yan Qiting behind him.

Yan Qiting put away the knife in his hand, nodded to Cheng Du and said: "It happened suddenly, Mr. Cheng stayed here to deal with the emergency, I have to send this evil pen to the hospital to see if this man's brain was eaten by zombies. "

Cheng Du supported the panting Cheng Ze with his hands, and frowned tightly: "Okay, I'll go and appease...my brother's mother, Mr. Yan, be careful yourself."

Yan Qiting looked at Cheng Du and Cheng Ze's faces in surprise, and finally nodded: "Then I will leave this child to you. Please press the button on the table and open the door."

Cheng Du opened the door as he said, and Yan Qiting carried Xiang Fei outside.During the period, the doors of many private rooms were closed, and some of the doors that were not closed saw Yan Qiting and cast a concerned look. Yan Qiting gestured to them and smiled apologetically, indicating that he did not need help.

The manager of the western restaurant saw his boss walking out with someone on his back, and came over in surprise: "Mr. Yan, this is...?"

Yan Qiting sighed: "This person suddenly violently hurt people, the situation is unknown, you remember to try to calm the emotions of the guests, and give each table an extra dish. If you don't know, tell them it's a Christmas gift, and if you see the situation, tell them , It’s a little bit of a small situation, you can handle the scale yourself. In short, just tell them not to mind, just eat and drink well.”

The manager nodded: "Alright Mr. Yan, do you want me to help take him to the elevator?"

Yan Qiting shook his head: "It's okay, my special elevator is in front, you go to the kitchen and order more food."

Yan Qiting carried Xiang Fei to the door of the special elevator, stood still in front of the cipher device, the iris verification passed, and the door opened with an electronic beep.

As soon as he stepped into the elevator, his weight suddenly became lighter. Xiang Fei straightened his clothes and stood up. He pressed a button with his backhand, and the elevator automatically locked.

"Aren't you dizzy?" Yan Qiting was a little surprised, his strength was clearly pinched, could it be that he hasn't fought for too long, he's rusty...?

With a sullen face, Xiang Fei pressed him against the glass wall of the elevator without saying a word, and pressed his scorching breath against it.

Yan Qiting's brain froze for a moment, and he didn't understand what was going on.One second, this person was running rampant and hurting others, but the next second he was kissing you fiercely with red eyes, as if he had been greatly wronged.

So how is it now?

Is this person conscious or is he sick?Will it suddenly grab my neck in the next second?

Just as Yan Qiting was thinking this way, he felt Xiang Fei's hand grabbing his hand, going up over his head, and then both hands were held down by the opponent's big hand.

"What are you doing?" Yan Qiting suddenly realized his dangerous situation, and struggled hard, but it was useless.He wanted to raise his legs and kick violently like in the morning, but found that his whole body was pressed against the glass wall by Xiang Fei, unable to move at all.At his waist, there is a delicate marble fence, and now that fence is holding him hard, sandwiching his body between the glass wall and Xiang Fei, forced to bend back into a flexible arc.

When he started to struggle completely, Xiang Fei had already pulled off his tie and tied it on his two hands.

"Fuck! Bastard, let me go!" Yan Qiting's brain was fuzzy, and there seemed to be bugs crawling on his back, his whole body was almost Spartan.

Xiang Fei seemed to be unable to hear what he said at all, or he could not hear the sound of the outside world at all, he could only feel the desire-desire in his heart, those evil souls controlled him, making him fall one by one. Pulling Yan Qiting's buttons.

But those nasty little gadgets seemed to be against him one by one, standing side by side hand in hand, looking so inseparable.Xiang Fei's eyes flickered, obviously a little angry.He yanked violently, and the buttons all fell off one by one, hitting every corner of the car, making a faint sound of protest.

The shirt was finally ripped open by him, hanging limply on both sides.

The hairs all over Yan Qiting's body were about to stand on end, his waist was hanging in the air, his back and the back of his head were stuck to the glass, he couldn't move at all, he could only twist his body slightly to dodge, cursing while dodging: "Xiang Fei, Xiang Fei, Fly you fucking wake up! Stop pretending to be crazy like me! Let go, I'm going to lose my temper!"

Xiang Fei still didn't speak or stop moving, kissed Yan Qiting's shoulder and neck lightly, reached down with one hand, untied Yan Qiting's belt buckle, and touched the soft flesh inside.

Yan Qiting took a deep breath, and whimpered from his throat, and the yelling and cursing gradually died down.

Outside the elevator is the entire hillside and the brightly lit city. The stars are hanging low in the night, blinking, as if exploring what happened in the elevator.

Yan Qiting looked extremely embarrassed now, like a fish out of water, he could only rest his forehead on Xiang Fei's shoulder and gasp for air.

Yan Qiting's cell phone and coat were lying in the corner of the elevator, and the tune of "Almost Lover" was singing non-stop. Yan Qiting didn't know who it was, and Xiang Fei ignored it as if he couldn't hear it.

The elevator was very stuffy. Although there was a ventilation system, the oxygen seemed to be getting thinner and thinner. Big beads of sweat rolled down Yan Qiting's forehead, and his mind became dizzy.

"Xiang Fei, Xiang Fei, you bastard, can you go out, let's talk about it later, I may be dying..." Yan Qiting wanted to reach for the button on the elevator, but his hands were cut behind his back, and he couldn't even lift up. nor.

I don't know if Xiang Fei heard Yan Qiting's words clearly, or if he has recovered his sanity, the hand holding Yan Qiting actually patted the back of his head soothingly, and then pressed the button leading to the upper floor.

The western restaurant is already on the top floor, and the upper floor is Yan Qiting's office, which can only be reached by this exclusive elevator.

The original designer was Xie Yuzhi. When he designed it, he specially set aside a comfortable bedroom and bathroom for Yan Qiting's office. It was for him to use it when he came to the club for the night. He didn't have to go downstairs to squeeze the guest room with the guests. This time it actually came in handy.

Yan Qiting was pushed into the office by Xiang Fei, and suddenly remembered something vaguely.

When he brought Xiang Fei here for the first time, this person knew about this exclusive elevator, but he was very sure that he had never had contact with Xiang Fei before.

The eyes of this person when he saw Xiang Fei for the first time, the hot spots he connected to for no reason, and the words that Xiang Fei inadvertently missed, these broken fragments seemed to be strung together, pointing to something that was about to come out.

Yan Qiting's unfocused eyes looked at the person in front of him from far and near, and his brain was also struggling, like an overloaded processor.

Xiang Fei turned around, groped around the elevator, and pressed a button hidden in the wall. There was a crisp clicking sound, and a small keyboard popped out from the wall. He quickly entered a key with the highest authority on the keyboard. The engineer password temporarily canceled Yan Qiting's iris authority.

Yan Qiting didn't have time to pay attention to this at all, his shirt and trousers had already been messed up and were hanging on his body pitifully.His hands were also painfully strangled by the soft tie. I don't know what method Xiang Fei used, but it got tighter and tighter, and now he can't move at all.

Xiang Fei's deep eyes turned to the person around him again, and his fingertips stroked the side of the neck of the person in front of him in satisfaction, where the skin was slightly reddened, revealing his imprint.He tenderly branded a light kiss on it, and carried Yan Qiting into the bathroom.

There is a beautiful retro bathtub in the bathroom, designed like a blooming lily, with five petals open to welcome the first user in its life, no, the first should be plural.

Xiang Fei put the man in the bathtub, "intimately" helped him remove the excess fabric with scissors, turned on the hot water again, took off his shirt, leaned over, and gently licked Yan Qiting's neck.

He really knows the sensitive point of the person in front of him, Yan Qiting's neck, just need a light kiss with heat can easily arouse all his enthusiasm.

Under his fondling, Yan Qiting's sanity finally gradually lost its armor and armor, his eyes and body stained red by lust were trembling slightly, as fragile as an apricot flower that can be picked easily.

He really didn't know when his nerves became so fragile and sensitive. Everywhere Xiang Fei's hand brushed, bright flowers began to bloom in the blood.

When Xiang Fei was finally able to enter again, Yan Qiting's body tensed involuntarily.

Damn, this is not what he wanted.What he wants is victory, conquest, and triumphal glory, not being pinned down in a bathtub like a poor, dilapidated rag doll.

Xiang Fei didn't know when he untied the tie that bound him, picked up his limp left hand, and lightly kissed the scar on it, from fingertips to wrist.

But when his kiss touched the black bracelet, he gently avoided it.

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Every time I drive a creaking broken white pigeon bicycle on the road, I think that it may be locked above the neck, and the creative spark that bursts out is like being frozen into ice in an instant...