I heard I'm the official partner of the villain

Just this one word, after that, Feng Ci didn't speak any more.

After confirming that Qiao Xin was safe, he went back.

It was already very late when they arrived at the residence, and Ayu had gone to bed early, leaving a light for them.

The whole house was very quiet, except for the sound of closing the door, Feng Ci was walking in front, but someone grabbed his wrist suddenly, and then the man's body leaned over.

He took a step back, leaning his back against the wall, with a warm breath close to the side of his neck, and gently kissed, his lips moved up until the breaths of each other were intertwined.

Clothes were scattered randomly on the floor.

Feng Ci vaguely heard the man's heartbeat, wrapped in restrained breathing.

The man's fingers tightened tremblingly on his back.

The light was dim, and both of them were silent.

Until Feng Ci picked him up and asked him, "Is it cold?"

Yan Xixiu returned, "It's okay."

Feng Ci didn't speak any more, and carried him into the bedroom.

It wasn't until the next day that Feng Ci found out that he seemed to have made the big boss... catch a cold?

As expected of a big boss, the big boss is so low-key even with a cold, oh no, even a cough is so low-key, if Ayu hadn't asked him quietly, did he have a cold?

Feng Ci still hasn't reacted.

They were eating breakfast, A Yu was sitting on his left, Yan Yuxiu was sitting opposite him, the breakfast on the table was made by A Yu, white porridge, side dishes, and steamed egg yolk dumplings.

Thanks to Feng Ci's dark cooking skills, A Yu's cooking skills are completely opposite. After so many years of self-improvement, he can be called a master.

After finishing the last bite of Xiaolongbao, Feng Ci stood up, walked to Yan Yuxiu's side, pulled down the back of the chair, and sat directly beside him.

Leaning his elbows on the edge of the table, he stared at him unscrupulously.

Yan Yuxiu glanced at him sideways, "What?"

Feng Ci raised his hand, covered his forehead, stayed for a while, then compared it with his own body temperature, and then pulled his lower lip.

"Congratulations, you have a cold."

A Yu, who was sitting opposite and looked at the two of them curiously, "=="

Is there something wrong with her brother?

That's nothing to congratulate.

Yan Yuxiu made him a steamed bun, and said calmly, "Colds are contagious, you, stay away from me for now."

Feng Ci nodded, "I know."

He got up, "You will call the doctor to come and have a look later."

"Ah."

……Gone?

Is this gone?

A Yu looked at the two people who just ended the topic so simply with a dazed expression.

Is this what love is like?

its not right.

Could it be that this is how two men fall in love?

This is too... cold.

After dinner, in the kitchen, A Yu stopped Feng Ci who was about to leave, "Brother."

The wind said goodbye.

A Yu hesitated for a moment, "When did you... get together?"

"Half a year."

She hesitated for a while, but still asked, "You guys, don't you always get along like this?"

Feng Ci could see her thoughts at a glance, "No."

There was a hint of irritability between his brows, after thinking about it, he gave a sentence that could be regarded as an explanation, "We are arguing now."

"what?!"

"But we can't quarrel." Feng Ci took out a bottle of iced drink from the refrigerator and unscrewed the cap, "He doesn't say some things, and your brother and I are not a person who can ask questions."

He raised his head and took a sip, his long eyelashes drooped, and he ground his back molars, "I don't want to be suspicious, but let me explain to the head office."

The tone was a bit cold and gloomy.

A Yu swallowed, and asked weakly, "Is there any embarrassment?"

Feng Ci glanced at her, raised his hand to stroke her hair, went out without saying a word.

The doctor came very quickly, and when Feng Ci passed by, he heard the young man in the white coat say something about calm down and rest as much as possible.

Then there are things you need to pay attention to when you have a cold.

I left the medicine and left.

Yan Yuxiu stared at the boxes of western medicines, but didn't speak.

Feng Ci sat across from him, looked at him, but didn't speak.

If he remembered correctly, Yan Yuxiu didn't like taking medicine at all, and those so-called doctor's orders were useless to him.

This person can spoil himself as much as he wants.

You can toss as much as you want.

It's all about mood.

Feng Ci picked up the remote control and turned on the LCD TV. He tuned to a station at random, and felt that the person on the opposite side glanced at him.

The TV screen was very large and the definition was very high. He lowered his voice and heard Yan Xixiu shouting, "Aci."

Feng Ci paused, "I am offline."

Yan Xixiu, "..."

It just so happened that this channel was broadcasting an interview, and the interviewee happened to know each other, Xie Congjia, the actor.

The actor was dressed in casual clothes, and he looked extraordinarily young, gentle and gentle, and there was an indescribable feeling in his smile.

The questions in the interview are not too much, occasionally joking about whether I will find a girlfriend or not.

Feng Ci took a few glances, and when he was about to switch channels, he suddenly heard his name.

Xie Congjia smiled at the camera and said, "...he is very talented. It may be because of my lack of personal experience, but he is the most talented person I have seen in the past few years."

The reporter laughed, "It seems that Mr. Xie thinks highly of him. Speaking of which, is this the No.1 Mr. Xie has seen in recent years?"

Xie Congjia did not deny it.

He praised him for no reason, and gave him such a high evaluation.

Feng Ci casually threw the remote control on the coffee table, got up, and was about to get a book, when his eyes accidentally glanced at Yanxiu over there.

Then his footsteps stopped.

"You should take medicine."

Yan Xixiu met his gaze, blinked slightly, "I don't want to eat."

The sound is low.

And weak, and a bit like, acting like a baby?

He must have read it wrong.

How could the big boss act like a baby?

Things you can't even dream of.

Without hesitation, Feng Ci crushed the word "act like a spoiled child" dangling around in front of him on the ground, turned around and left.

Yan Yuxiu looked at his leaving back, and his face turned pale little by little.

He knew what Feng Ci was thinking.

I also know that Feng Ci is just an explanation.

Feng Ci may not listen to other people's nonsense.

But he didn't even say a word of explanation.

It's okay to be angry.

Yan Xixiu sat there, feeling that his head was getting hotter and hotter, but his body was getting colder, waves of coldness invaded him, he lowered his head and coughed a few more times, the itchiness in his throat couldn't be suppressed at all live.

It's a bit uncomfortable.

But he doesn't want to do anything now.

Feng Ci asked him last night if he was cold.

He is actually cold.

But I don't want to say more.

The cold will calm him down.

Although pain is more effective, he doesn't want this person to see Feng Ci's appearance here and there.

Yan Xixiu lowered his eyelashes, leaned back slowly, and closed his eyes, trying to control himself not to think too much, but the figure of Feng Ci who had just left repeatedly appeared in front of his eyes.

Aji is really angry.

His heart couldn't take it any longer, and his hands clenched unconsciously, wondering how he could stop Ah Ci from getting angry.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps.

When Yan Xixiu opened his eyes, a glass of milk was handed to him, "Drink it."

He was startled, and subconsciously took the cup.

The body of the cup is hot, and a pure milky smell comes out, carrying warm heat.

Feng Ci looked at the medication instructions in the notes, took out one dose, and when he looked sideways at Yanxiu, he was staring at the glass of milk and didn't drink it, as if he was in a daze?

Can a cold brain burn out?

Feng Ci touched his forehead, it was very hot, "Drink it quickly, if you don't take the medicine, your brain will burn out later."

Such a smart brain is ruined by a cold and fever?

The author dare not write like this.

Yan Yuxiu looked up at him, "You..."

He wanted to ask, aren't you angry?

But Feng Ci didn't give him this chance, took the cup in his hand, put the rim to his lips, and said in a commanding tone, "Open your mouth."

Dazed, he forcefully poured it down.

It's still a little hot.

But just within the acceptable range.

Otherwise, the throat of the big boss can't be taken.

Yan Yuxiu just breathed a sigh of relief, and handed a capsule in front of him, Feng Ci asked him, "Shall I feed you or you eat by yourself?"

Yan Xixiu's eyes flickered, "How are you?"

Tsk, shameless.

Feng Ci took out a handful of candy from his pocket, which he asked for from A Yu just now, casually scattered it on the coffee table, and picked a fruit candy from it.

He tore open the cover, Yan Yuxiu thought that Feng Ci was fortified for him to eat, but he didn't expect it.

Feng Ci stuffed it in his mouth.

The corners of his lips curled into a smile that was not a smile, "Thinking too much, it's not for you to eat."

He pointed at these candies, casually, "There's only one, and it's yours."

"You pick."

Yan Yuxiu was not interested in candy, but when Feng Ci said so, he took a look, there were many varieties, and the sugar coating was very beautiful.

With a flat expression, he asked casually, "Why is there only one?"

"because--"

The voice drew closer quickly, and in the next second, the lips were covered with fiery breath.

Yan Yuxiu felt a hand firmly pressing the back of his head, preventing him from moving. The tip of his wet and hot tongue pierced through the gap between his lips, and he easily opened his teeth, and then a sweet, hard thing slipped into his mouth.

The young man's deep and magnetic voice sounded slowly, with a playful tone.

"Because I only have one candy in my mouth."

Yan Yuxiu stared at him blankly, completely unexpected that this person would do this.

In other words, he never thought that this person would behave like this, play so aggressively, yet be gentle.

Until Feng Ci snorted and touched his ears, "Your ears are red."

Yan Yuxiu's face was a little uncomfortable, he felt his heartbeat began to be unstable, rapid and chaotic, he looked away in a concealed manner, stopped looking into Feng Ci's eyes, and pushed Feng Ci, "It will be contagious. .”

But his strength is really insignificant, Feng Ci took advantage of the situation to wrap his arms around his waist, "Really."

He clasped the man's waist, pressed him on the sofa, blocked the man's lips, and vague words escaped from his lips, "Then I'll try."

Feng Ci doesn't have any kissing skills, but this force completely overwhelmed Yan Yuxiu, and Yan Yuxiu's brain is bewildered now, and he can't concentrate on doing other things, so he completely let this person be in his mouth Reckless.

Until Feng Ci bit the corner of his lips, he chuckled lightly, his voice was low and sexy with a smoky voice.

"You are so sweet."

Yan Xixiu, "..."

"My heart is beating fast, are you shy?"

Yan Yuxiu, "...Stop talking."

Feeling his face was hot, he turned slightly to the side, but was stopped by Feng Ci with his hand, and they looked at each other forcibly.

The corners of Feng Ci's lips curled up, he lowered his head, and pecked his lips lightly once, again and again, with a seductive voice, "Why didn't you say, didn't you feel happy when you teased me before?"

Yan Yuxiu didn't know what to say, not to mention Feng Ci's actions kept disturbing his thoughts.

Feng Ci's eyes slowly overflowed with a smile, "It's time to take medicine."

During the whole process of taking the medicine, Yan Xixiu didn't feel anything, only that Feng Ci had been playing with his hand, pinching it occasionally, as if he found some toy.

He swallowed the medicine, and the moment the cup was placed on the coffee table, his waist was suddenly pulled back, and his back hit the young man's strong chest unsuspectingly.

Feng Ci hugged him and squeezed his palm, "Is it cold?"

"not cold."

I feel that the whole person is enveloped by the breath of Fengci, with a clean and fresh but strong sense of presence, a feeling of firmness and nowhere to escape.

Very comfortable feeling.

Yan Yuxiu sighed inwardly, and subconsciously leaned against him.

Feng Ci let him lean on, "Then sleep for a while."