non-contractual relationship

When Ankang woke up, it was almost eleven o'clock.He turned around with some hesitation and saw that the quilts that had already been cold by his side were piled up on the bed in a mess, and he was the only one left in the hut, and there seemed to be no one in the bathroom or in the corridor by the door.

There was a card and a piece of paper on the bedside cabinet.

Ankang endured the discomfort behind him to pick it up, but Kata didn't even look at it, he took it and put it aside casually.An address and a few thoughtful instructions were scrawled on the paper.The address may be Zheng Feihe's residence, and the instructions are either to babble about what you can eat and not to eat for the time being, or to touch what you can and don't touch it.

The back of the paper is black and blue, and it looks like there is something else.Ankang blinked, and turned over the piece of paper. Sure enough, there were several black lines scratched in disorder on the back of the piece of paper.It can be vaguely seen under the black line that it is a sentence that is not too long.

The rare and curious Ankang squinted his eyes to distinguish carefully, and finally pieced together the truth through the light from the skylight: what was written on the paper was - you look so good in uniform.

Ankang didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, he went back to bed and was stunned for a while, then got out of bed and went to wash.

He never thought that such a day would come before, but he did react to Zheng Feihe's body yesterday.Compared with the other excited young master Zheng who was like a boy, the real boy Ankang obviously adapted better.

But Ankang has his own plan: the more Zheng Feihe behaves like this, the sooner he has to pay off the money he owes Zheng Feihe, so as not to make things unclear.At least he should reimburse the medical insurance as soon as possible recently, and pay back part of it first.For the rest, Yuehua's debts must be paid off as soon as possible. After all, Mr. An and Zheng Feihe seem to be very close.

Ankang, who was planning to save money while tidying up, felt a lot more at ease.

After tidying up, as soon as I opened the door, I met Biaozi who was stacking pieces of paper beside the railing.

Biaozi was a little surprised when he saw that he was acting as if nothing had happened, but he didn't show it, and said, "The young master said that he will take you to the apartment after you have dinner. After he finishes his work, he wants to have a good talk with you."

Biaozi's eyes still made people feel uncomfortable. Ankang lowered his head slightly, adjusted his mentality, said "um", and quickly walked away from this person and walked downstairs.

Behind him, Biaozi slowly tore apart the note that he was playing with just now, and he didn't say much, let alone rush to follow, but counted in his heart - it all came from the warmth of his young master Entrustment: What Ankang is familiar with me, so it is more appropriate to stay by myself, what is usually not too close to others, learn to control the distance, so as not to make people feel uncomfortable, etc...

After reaching the third floor, Ankang bumped into Ding Mo who had just closed the door and came out.

Ding Mo, who was wearing a police uniform, was turning the key. When he saw him, he turned around and said "good afternoon", and then turned back to wrestle with the not-so-clean lock.

Ankang looked at Ding Mo, who was in police uniform, and touched his left cheek. Suddenly, he thought of Zheng Fei and the hands that stubbornly covered his eyes again and again last night, and some fragmented voices sounded in his mind—— —

"I won't dirty Brother Lan's territory, don't worry."

"You look really good in uniform."

"That's not what you said when you secretly fell in love with me in a police uniform!"

"You confessed to me seven years ago that you liked me, but now that you see someone who is prettier and younger, it doesn't matter what you say?"

"A good horse never turns back. You rejected me so hard, am I shameless?"

"Hello?" Ding Mo, who had finally pulled out the key, looked at Ankang who didn't respond, and was a little surprised.

Looking at the face that was slightly familiar to him, Ankang shivered. His heart that had been beating vigorously since last night fell into the ice hole. Looking at Ding Mo's concerned eyes, he couldn't say anything for a while. After a while, he said perfunctorily: "I'm fine, it's okay, it's okay." After speaking, he ran away in despair.

"What's the matter? Am I a cannibal? You're so afraid of me." Ding Mo, who was confused, looked at Ankang's evasive look, feeling strange in his heart, but the colleague who packed his luggage and rushed up behind him quickly distracted his attention. , and just as Ankang went down, he saw that Biaozi followed him down from upstairs, and he felt that the problem was not serious, so he didn't care anymore.

Zheng Feihe is such a grown man, he is no longer the little radish who followed behind them to find a sense of presence, and he must have his own arrangements for his own affairs.

Ankang, who ran to the kitchen, ate some breakfast, and bumped into the corner of the cooking table in a hurry, only to find that there was something in the pocket of his trousers. He took it out and saw that it was the card from before—— It's not just an ordinary card.

To say see you, he has only seen it on TV.

Holding this light-weight card, Ankang felt that he was a joke last night, which was ridiculous.

Biaozi, who had just kept his distance and went downstairs, received a text message from Zheng Feihe inquiring about his health again, so he chased after him to the kitchen without a moment's leisure, and said hello, "Hello?"

Ankang, who was full of bitterness, was staring at the card in a daze. When he heard the greeting, he subconsciously took two steps back, but the card was still in his hand.

As soon as Biaozi came in, he saw Ankang holding a black card in a daze, and raised his eyebrows slightly.If he remembered correctly, the card was obviously issued by his young master some time ago, and he thought: This person finally revealed his secrets...

Ankang noticed Biaozi's gaze sensitively, and quickly put the card back into his pocket. After rolling his Adam's apple back and forth for a while, he pretended to be calm and asked, "Excuse me, what's the matter?" He unconsciously used the honorific title.

Looking at Ankang's tense posture with a straight face, Biaozi didn't move any further, and stated sternly: "The young master said that if you are not feeling well, let me take you for an examination first. Of course, if you If there is no discomfort, or if you don't want to check, you pack it up and we can go straight away."

With breadcrumbs still on his mouth, Ankang asked in a daze after hearing the words, "Where are you going?"

Biaozi, who struggled with his inner self for a while, couldn't ignore the dirty things around Ankang's mouth. He had a slight obsession with cleanliness, and took another step forward.

Ankang, who was watching Biaozi's every move, immediately took another step back and pressed against a small table.

Ankang's vigilance gave Biaozi the illusion that he was a brothel, as if if he went any further, he would be forced to be a prostitute with scissors.

Of course, this is not a good analogy.

Biaozi hesitated for a moment, and took a step back resignedly.

Ankang really seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Biaozi stayed where he was, pointed to his mouth, then pointed to Ankang's, and reminded: "Dirty."

Being stabbed by the word "dirty" and unable to figure out what Biaozi meant, Ankang stretched out his hand and wiped it twice in a panic, then patted it again, avoiding Biaozi's eyes, and continued the previous topic: "Where are you going? "

Biaozi, who watched the movement of the person in front of him, breathed a sigh of relief, the dirty thing finally flew away, and even his tone of voice became softer: "I said it upstairs just now, go to the young master's private room in the city. apartment."

"Can I not go?"

Biaozi's expression remained unchanged, and he said impersonally: "Then please don't be stuck in such a place next time, but take active actions and call the young master to explain the situation."

Ankang's mouth moved, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

"Oh, that's right. The time is 07:30 tonight, before his work is over. Maybe I can stay with you for a while longer?" Looking at Ankang who had calmed down, Biaozi took out his phone and added .

"...Okay." The cannibal's mouth is soft, but the grasping hand is short.Ankang also wanted to know what Zheng Feihe wanted to talk to him about.

Biaozi nodded to him and went out.

After Biaozi left, Ankang recovered from the suffocating feeling of being strangled by someone, turned around and grabbed the corner of the table, breathing heavily.

Closing his eyes, Ankang suppressed all the throbbing in his heart these days, and finally woke up from a dream: the gap between him and Zheng Feihe was clearly a barrier, and he did not fly over this gap Ability.Now, it was hard enough for him to even survive.

Young Master Zheng, who didn't realize that he had been tricked by his subordinates, was sitting in the office discussing a plan for a new development project, when he suddenly sneezed twice, the first one happened to sneez on a friend before he could turn his head. Get all over your face.That guy was stupefied, and when he came back to his senses, he had an expression of wanting to ride on him and strangle him to death.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zheng Fei, who hastily apologized, rubbed his nose.

Because all kinds of matters have basically taken shape, seeing Zheng Feihe sneezed several times, everyone simply said to stop for a while and go to take a break.Zheng Fei, who was free, committed another childish illness, muttering in a low voice: "Who is missing me, rebound!"

The friend was holding tea and getting ready to rest, when he heard the two words Zheng Feihe muttered, his eyelids twitched twice, he even scolded Young Master Zheng for being childish, and then quietly added in his heart: "Bounce again!"

Zheng Feihe sneezed two more times.

The friend turned around and took a look, surprised in his heart: "So effective?" He read a few more sentences in his heart.

Sure enough, Zheng Feihe sneezed two more times.

The friend blinked, thought of another possibility, stopped making trouble, and poked Zheng Feihe's head with some doubts: "Did you catch a cold?"

"Ah-"

The friend's hand that was poking Zheng Feihe's head was placed flat on Zheng Feihe's forehead, and he said in surprise: "My young master Zheng, you have a fever!"

"Really?" Zheng Feihe took the tissue on the side: "Why didn't I, Ah Xie, I feel it now..."