Pain fetish

Early autumn dawns are the color of candy apples, the wind has cleaned the sky, and the ripples of the clouds are arranged in shimmering fishtails.

Qi Han was lazily sitting on the circular sofa on the balcony of the ward, with his legs crossed, the chains of his gold-rimmed glasses hanging down, swinging across his jawline.

His long and narrow eyes are used to raising the corners of his eyes when looking at people, no matter how harmless he is dressed up, a sudden sweep of his eyes will make people tremble with fear.

"Give Qin Shi [-] points, and you won't be afraid to support him to death."

In the video conference, all the managers immediately fell silent. You looked at me and I looked at you. They looked at each other, and someone tremblingly said: "President, we made an assessment before, and the Qin Corporation is indeed—"

"You did the evaluation?" Qi Han narrowed his eyes, "How much did you charge him?"

"No! President! How dare I..." The man turned pale with fright, and immediately stood up to express his sincerity. Qi Han took a sip of his coffee and said impatiently, "Sit down."

"...Yes, President."

From the video, it can be seen that Qi Han's mood is really not good. The meeting has been going on for half an hour. He only glanced at the screen, and the rest of the time he stared at other places with a blank expression. The manager who is familiar with him knows that he is bored. Extreme performance.

But the fact is that Fu Ge is painting in his small garden downstairs.

After finally choosing an excellent viewing angle, I can watch my wife while having a meeting without being discovered by Fu Ge, but from nowhere came a little Douding, chasing after Fu Ge and yelling at her daughter-in-law.

During the half-hour meeting, no matter how many times the child yelled, his fingers touched the cactus on the table, forcibly turning the little cactus into a bald and fleshy one.

"A child of this age can't fall asleep..." Qi Han gritted his teeth.

The managers thought he was talking about himself, and immediately trembled, "President, because you are in a hurry, so we worked overtime last night, if you don't—"

"Okay." Qi Han frowned, looking worried: "Those who work overtime go to the finance department to receive overtime pay at 150% of their wages. This plan needs to be redone, it's shit."

"The boss of the Qin family likes to beat his wife when he drinks a little wine. Last year's account was mixed with water. If you give the right to sell women's products to such a person, he dares to double the price in half a year. Who will buy it by then? worthy."

The person who said that he had done the evaluation before lowered his head in shame and anger, while the expressions of the other managers softened a little, and someone whispered: "How did Chairman Qi know so clearly."

"If you don't know this, then I have been working in vain for the past few years."

Qi Han swallowed his last sip of coffee, and looked away: "In a word, in a company with comparable assets and backgrounds, the one who cheats on his wife and beats his wife will make him lose money, and the meeting will be adjourned."

Since he has to pump pheromones on time in the morning, and he must ensure that he has a good image when he appears in front of his subordinates, Qi Han can only schedule the daily routine meetings earlier and earlier.

As soon as the work was over, Qi Han closed the computer, put away the thick notepad, and gently stroked the cover of the book with his fingers, and the torn and glued bear was pasted on it.

Now the same little bear completely appeared on Fu Ge's drawing board.

"Daughter-in-law! Why do you keep drawing bears?" the little boy asked while holding a bottle of hot milk.

"Probably because someone is waiting."

Fu Ge clenched his fingers, and his entire right arm began to shake uncontrollably again. He had been drawing for too long today, and he was almost out of strength.

"Are you tired again!" The little boy grabbed Fu Ge on tiptoe: "Daughter-in-law, I'll help you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he himself was lifted up in the air. Qi Han grabbed his back collar and put the child aside, staring at him with a black face, scared him so that he couldn't speak, and looked at him with his shoulders twitching: "You, who are you..."

Qi Han smiled kindly, bent over and leaned close to his ear, and whispered: "I am your wife's husband, if you call him wife again, I will eat you up."

The little boy was stunned for two or three seconds, then burst into tears, and ran away clutching his hat.

Fu Ge chased after him suspiciously: "Xiao Bao! What's wrong?"

Qi Han stopped him and said: "Sleep, there is no way such a big child can't sleep." He said gently: "Run slowly, don't fall."

The child cried even more when he heard this, "Don't eat me, don't eat me, woo woo woo."

Fu Ge: "..."

Fu Ge: "Did you bully him?"

Qi Han stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of his nose, "That's what I said, why am I bullying a child at my age."

Move your fingers down to the wrist bone, "Are you tired?"

Fu Ge didn't respond, and wrinkled the tip of his nose and trembled in pain, like a rabbit eating carrots. Qi Han looked amused, "What are you trembling for?"

"It's itchy..." He sneezed twice in a row, curled his lips, and looked at Qi Han's fingers a little aggrieved, "What's on your hand?"

Completely forgetting that he had stroked the cactus in all directions just now, Qi Han leaned closer and looked at him, "There is nothing, the itchy nose is also due to me, hey, let me touch it."

Fu Ge opened his hand, drooped his long eyelashes, and said softly, "If you do this again, you will also detain your little bear today."

Qi Han waved his hands pretendingly: "Don't, you scared me to death."

The other hand has been massaging Fu Ge's wrist bones, rubbing the palms to warm them before pressing them, and rubbing them again when the heat disappears.

He has studied acupoints and meridians in a surprise attack, and he has found the strength and position well. After rubbing Fu Ge a few times, he feels crispy and numb, as comfortable as soaking in hot water.

"Comfortable?"

"It's okay, but I don't have the strength." Fu Ge suddenly raised his eyes and said hesitatingly: "Do you want to...paint with me?"

After the massaging hand paused, Qi Han suddenly raised his head and was stunned, "I, can I do it... I'm not very good at drawing..."

He was so embarrassed that he immediately withdrew his hand, his eyes rolled around helplessly, as if he was saying that he didn't have the painting skills like Qi Chuan, and he might not be able to do it well.

But with those unblinking eyes staring at the drawing paper, it was obvious that he wanted to be with Fu Ge more than anyone else. He wanted to help his lover out of the shadows by himself, not rely on others.

His heart felt stabbed, little Beta looked away and said, "You don't need to be able to draw, just support me."

"It's that simple?" Qi Han didn't quite believe it.

Fu Ge glanced at him, and let out a lazy nasal voice: "En."

In the next second, the whole person was picked up, and Qi Han lifted him up and put him on his arm, easily and securely.

"Hey! Your hands...be careful!" Fu Singer hurriedly supported his shoulders, fearing that some unknown wound would be pressed on him, so his whole body was tense, and he dared not sit down with his buttocks up.

Qi Hanxiao's chest thumped, and he deliberately hugged him upside down, "What kind of ass is sticking out, five years ago I was able to hug you around the field like this, and I can do it now, so I can sit with you at ease."

Fu Ge was still in embarrassment, his ears were red, he looked around guiltily, and said in embarrassment, "I asked you to hold your hand, not me."

"I know."

Qi Han slid his other hand down his knee to his calf, and then down his cotton slippers, wrapped his hands around his cold and bare feet and slowly pinched them, scolding: "I don't know how to wear socks when I come out. It's all red, where do you stand where the grass is dense, do you like this place?"

Fu Ge's cheeks were flushed, and the blush was set off by the morning light as if it was so tender that water could be squeezed out, "What...what?"

Qi Han finally cleaned the grass clippings on his feet, opened his coat and wrapped his calves and feet in his arms to warm him, and said casually: "I like this place. I will call someone to push the lawn in the afternoon. stab you."

Fu Ge was taken aback by him, and patted him on the shoulder, "This is a hospital, push it as you say, do you think it's your home..."

Qi Han was so relieved by that slap that he forgot to restrain himself when he spoke: "This is the best private hospital in the city. I own half of the shares. It's not a problem to push a lawn."

Fu Ge rolled his eyes when he heard the words, turned his head away from staring at the painting, and asked casually: "I haven't seen you for a few years, and I don't know where you are now. I heard they call you... President, what do you do?" ?”

When it comes to this, even Qi Han's eyes are solemn, work is the second face of a man, not to mention his achievements in the past few years are indeed remarkable.

The youngest president of the chamber of commerce in the history of the capital city, he has never had any flaws or omissions in the two years since he took office, and he has pushed the entire business circle into a new era smoothly with his own efforts. This is Qi Han's greatest pride for more than 20 years.

It's a pity that no one has shared it.

After the age when braggadocio likes to brag, he just smiled casually and said, "The coordinator has not yet secured his seat, so don't dare to exaggerate."

Fu Ge's pen tip paused, and he turned to look at him: "What if you sit still?"

Qi Han squeezed his face, "I really want to know? Didn't brother like to listen to people's bragging the most before?"

Fu Ge wrinkled his nose and avoided his hand, "The truth is nothing like bragging."

"Okay." Qi Han curled his lips and thought for a while, then said euphemistically: "If you sit still, you can probably walk sideways in the capital."

Fu Ge couldn't help laughing, "Rampant?"

Qi Han looked at him indulgently: "Well, you can run wild."

Fu Ge turned his head, stared at the painting, and asked, "What if someone provokes me?"

Qi Han blurted out: "Then chop it up and feed it to the dogs."

The paintbrush fell to the ground with a slap, Fu Ge stared blankly at the front, and was taken aback for a while, Qi Han quickly turned back: "Scared? I was just joking."

Fu Ge pinched his fingertips, and said with lingering fear: "The way you beat up that doctor that day was very scary...It seems that you will really kill him..."

Qi Han scoffed in his heart, thinking he kicked you so hard, shouldn't I kill him.But he only said on the face: "Why, do you think I am a gangster? I just want to teach him a lesson. I have already sent him to the police station."

Distorted childhood, lack of discipline, superior genes and bloodlines, and strong desire for love and family...

These are all the causes of Qi Han's current personality.

Strong, arrogant, contradictory, low moral sense and extremely defensive.

He won't bully others with power, but once someone provokes Fu Ge, that human life becomes the most insignificant thing.

He has been in a high position for a long time, and he is used to arbitrariness. He is so domineering that the entire chamber of commerce is dominated by him. He will never be soft on which company he chooses.

And countless experiences have shown that Qi Han's decision-making has never made a mistake.

Compared to the innocent and enthusiastic boy five years ago, Fu Ge has long been unable to see through him now.

"I'm serious, I didn't do anything to that person." Qi Han lowered his brows and said with a pitiful look, "I don't have that right either."

Fu Ge pursed his mouth, as if worried: "Then what if you have one in the future?"

"If you have it, you won't. Who do you think I am?"

Qi Han rubbed his hands, and said in a soft voice, "No matter how high you climb and how much you earn, it's useless. I don't care."

"I just want my people to go out without having to look at people, to push a glass of wine without toasting others, to be respected forever, to be looked up to by others, to be dignified and casual, to be free and unrestrained."

He hugged Fu Ge into his arms again, looking up with pious and infatuated eyes, "Xiao Ge, don't worry, everything that happened in the alley five years ago will never happen again, I promise you that you will be The happiest little prince in the world."

Fu Ge's eye circles were moist, and he put his warm fingers on his shoulders, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it all for me?"

Qi Han promised: "I didn't have a goal before, but in the future, you know how important my family is to me, and I value you a million times more than myself."

Fu Ge twitched the tip of his nose, his eyes were wet and red, he blinked his head away, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke again: "Aren't you tired? You make yourself look like a superman, invulnerable."

Qi Han smiled, "How can it be, everyone has weaknesses, and I also have loopholes, and I will be defeated in one blow."

Fu Ge's pupils shrank suddenly, and his pupils lit up instantly, and soon returned to normal: "You have one too? Isn't the Chamber of Commerce your one-way house?"

"It's not the same." Qi Han thought for a moment and said: "I stand in the center of the business district in the capital, like a benchmark that will never get involved with any party. I must not have any stains on me, let alone be biased towards any party. Innocence and justice are the two knives that fall on my shoulders."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Ge patted him on the shoulder. Little Beta hugged him lightly, nestling his cheek against Qi Han's shoulder.

There was a dark tide in his clear eyes, and he said softly, "Got it."

After the painting was finally completed, Fu Ge was allowed to get off Qi Han's arm. Little Beta went to pack the painting tools, and Alpha stood in front of the easel to admire himself.

"Can you give me this painting? Brother."

"Okay."

"Give it a name?" Qi Han raised his pen, "What do you want to call it?"

Fu Ge turned to look at him, pursed his lips and smiled: "The beginning."

The movement of picking up the pen suddenly stopped, Qi Han didn't look up, and replied in a low voice: "Okay."

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