non-contractual relationship

Zheng Feihe watched the back of the family of three leaving, waved his hands, and ran back to Ankang.

Ankang looked at the red-faced Zheng Feihe, and felt as if he saw Xiaohua. Before he could make any movement, Zheng Feihe had already naturally led him by the hand and walked towards the escalator.

Ankang looked around, and under the influence of Biaozi's example, the bodyguards stared at the bathroom, but they didn't look at themselves and Zheng Feihe.This obvious avoidance made Ankang feel uncomfortable, but he glanced at the happy Zheng Feihe, and relaxed his nervously curled fingers.

Zheng Feihe, who was completely unaware of this series of changes, led a group of people aggressively up the escalator on the sixth floor.

Ankang asked, "Isn't there an elevator?"

After sending Mi Mi away, Zheng Feihe quickly regained the feeling of being in a movie theater, and now he was excited, almost without thinking, and blurted out: "This way I can take you for a longer walk."

"...cough." Biaozi and the others trembled collectively, pretending not to hear.

Ankang, who was the party concerned, was like a bystander. Hearing this, he looked around carefully, holding the hands of the two of them, went down the first step, stood in front of Zheng Feihe, and pointed to the middle of the descending escalator. Yellow label, turned around and explained: "Well, it says to stand on the right. There is a lane on the left, which is convenient for those who are in a hurry."

"Oh." Fearing that this posture would twist Ankang, Zheng Feihe let go of his hand resentfully.When I put it back to my side, I still felt a little empty and shook hands.Glancing at the elevator that was about to end and the yellow tags passing by, he said to the row of light bulbs behind: "Did you hear that? Keep to the right!" I can't hold hands, and you can't even think about being a couple.

The bodyguards, who didn't want to be in pairs at all, had already descended the escalator one after another before they finished adjusting their formation.

A group of people walked around the layout of the studio, and continued to take the escalator down not far away.Because of Ankang's reminder, everyone lined up on the escalator on the fifth floor, and no one mentioned taking the elevator.

After much deliberation, Zheng Feihe squatted down slightly, resting his chin on Ankang's shoulder in a slightly indecent posture, trying to get closer to him, wipe off his oil, and bite his ear, but the escalator was almost up again, so pay attention to the situation Ankang took a step forward unconsciously, and Zheng Feihe, who was serious about flirting, almost knocked out his teeth.

Hearing a cry of pain, Ankang turned to look at him: "En?"

Stuffed, Zheng Feihe dragged Ankang to the direction of the elevator unhappily: "Who came up with the bad idea to take the escalator? So many people don't take the elevator, are they free?"

"..." Ankang endured it, lowered his eyes, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

After the misunderstanding was resolved, his knots with Zheng Feihe were not so serious.

When Zheng Feihe looked back, he caught Ankang who was smiling slightly, and his heart moved, and the movement of leading Ankang towards the elevator slowed down.A green passage sign was passing overhead at this time, Zheng Fei and his footsteps paused when they saw this thing, thought together evilly, pulled Ankang and ran away.

Ankang, who hadn't noticed the danger, was dragged to the green passage when he was thrown against the wall by Zheng Feihe. He was stunned to see the face of the other party who had grown bigger in front of his eyes.

The eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, casting a little shadow, and finally closed them.

After the kiss was over, Zheng Feihe, who worked hard, took a breath, and then said proudly to Ankang: "If you keep smiling, you know how to laugh. Now you know how powerful I am. Let's see if you still laugh."

After the kiss, Ankang opened his eyes, his ears were red, and his expression was a bit indescribable, as if he had heard something, his eyes slightly widened, he turned his head sideways, closed one eye, and pointed to Zheng Fei and his back.

Zheng Feihe turned his head to look in doubt.

Behind them, a group of uncles and aunts in clean clothes may have just packed up and came over from other places. They stood at the corner with tools and looked at the two of them brightly.

The broom in an aunt's hand fell to the ground when he turned her head to look at it.

Zheng Feihe, who was not shy in front of the ticket inspector, blushed in front of a group of elders, caught Ankang and ran out like a headless chicken.First, when he was starting, he tripped over something and almost fell. Finally, Ankang pulled him back, and when he went out, he bumped into the door of the stairwell again.

With a bang, all the bodyguards who heard it felt pain for him.

When they ran far away, one of the cleaning uncles and aunts spoke weakly: "Anjia's, that... seems to be your Ankang."

Ankang's aunt looked at the fire door that was still flapping, but didn't respond. After a while, she heard everyone whispering, and then spat: "Don't pour dirty water on my Kangkang, there is no evidence Yes, you have seen my family Kangkang a few times. No!" That's what he said, but he couldn't help but look a few more times.

That is her family Kangkang...

In Zheng Feihe's apartment.

The bodyguards followed them and left soon after. They lived nearby, so it was very convenient to go back and forth.

Now in the apartment there are only Ankang and Zheng Feihe who succeeded in playing treasure and failed in playing handsome.

Ankang fished out an egg from the pot, it was just cooked and it was very hot.Just now, he didn't hold the chopsticks firmly, so he went straight to pick them up. He picked up the egg and threw it on the floating platform, touching his earlobe and booing for a long time.

Holding a bottle of ice water and covering his forehead, Zheng Feihe walked up and down the living room and complained: "Where can't the door be repaired, but why should it be repaired there? I don't know how easy it is to bump into people?"

Ankang laughed and peeled the eggs. The man's reaction was too funny.

Zheng Feihe came in, saw Ankang's red fingertips at a glance, and quickly poked the egg out of his hand, then grabbed Ankang's hand, touched the fingertips, and blew two distressed breaths: "It's so hot!" , and peel it off later.”

"It's useless if it's cold." Ankang, who cared about the egg, didn't give Zheng Feihe an extra look, picked it up again and continued to peel it. His mother always applied it to him like this when he was a child.

Standing behind Ankang and dawdling for a long time, Zheng Feihe put down the ice pack, hesitated for a while, and suddenly hugged Ankang.

Ankang was taken aback. The egg, which was already hot, fell to the ground, and a layer of dust rolled up when he saw it.

Ankang wanted to pick it up, but Young Master Zheng stood behind him and had no intention of letting go.He was about to ask the young master not to interfere with his work.Zheng Feihe whispered behind him, with a bit of embarrassment in his intimate tone: "Tell me, isn't it a little, a little too fast for the two of us?"

Ankang, who watched the egg rolling away and stopped, was absent-minded: "It's a bit fast, do you want to think about it again?"

"!" Zheng Feihe's eyes widened, and he rested his chin on Ankang's shoulder: "What are you talking about?" It's hard to like someone, okay?

Ankang, who slipped out of Zheng Feihe's grip, answered the words calmly: "If the egg is cold, it will be boiled for nothing, and if you don't eat it if it falls on the floor, let go."

If Zheng Feihe's ears could stand up, they would probably have drooped by now, and reluctantly let go of his hands, and responded with a voice: "Oh." This doesn't look like a relationship...

Suddenly there was something warm rolling around on his forehead, and Zheng Feihe subconsciously touched it with his hands.Ankang glanced at him, and instead of handing him the egg he had pushed away, he switched hands and continued rolling.

Zheng Feihe looked at Ankang's focused eyes staring at him, paid attention to the gentle and soft movements of his hands, and made a "hiss" on purpose.Sure enough, Ankang's eyes turned around, as if concerned.Feeling the blending breath of the two, Zheng Feihe, who was in a frenzy, saw his own reflection in those clear eyes, shook his head, and swallowed back the sentence "hot compress is not suitable": don't say being Hot compress, now scald with boiling water... He may just slap or slap at random, and dare not complain at all.

Ankang, who noticed that the distance between the two was too close, was terrified by him, and he withdrew his hands hesitantly. Anyway, the eggs were not so hot, but he didn't expect to be caught by this man.

"Let's apply it for a while, I think it's useful." Zheng Feihe shamelessly took Ankang's hand and put it on his chest.

Ankang: "???"

The videophone ringing by the door broke the weird atmosphere between the two, and Ankang, who was held by Zheng Feihe, took a step back unnaturally: "I'll open the door." He stuffed the egg into Zheng Feihe's arms , earned his hand, turned around and went to the door.

Seeing Ankang's familiar movements, Zheng Feihe secretly shouted in his heart.

Standing outside the door was a doctor who visited frequently these two days. Seeing Ankang's face looked better, he subconsciously wanted to check Ankang's temperature. Ankang stood back uncomfortably, and the doctor's outstretched hand dropped After a while, he turned a corner, pretended to turn back very naturally, and stroked his hair: "How is the medicine, do you feel better?"

Ankang took the medicine after he fell asleep and got up. He just went out for a long time, and now he feels much more comfortable. He nodded to the doctor and said thank you.

The doctor wanted to make a sound at first, but he wanted to persuade this person to open up, so Zheng Feihe walked over from behind Ankang.

Before the doctor could speak, Zheng Feihe had already embraced Ankang with a smile on his face, and slowly put a hand outstretched from his side on Ankang's forehead to measure it, and said, "I said, there should be no fever."

Ankang didn't move, he was used to Zheng Feihe's hands and feet, so this small gesture was nothing.

The doctor watched Zheng Feihe's "enclosure movement", his eyelids twitched, and he continued to stamp the red stamp of "boring" on Young Master Zheng in his heart, but he didn't answer.

Zheng Feihe would not let go of this opportunity to show off, and raised his chin and asked, "What are you doing here?"

The doctor quietly rolled his eyes in his heart: If possible, I don't want to come to the same place three times within 24 hours.

Suddenly there was a sound of opening the door of the elevator behind him, he stood aside, and Biaozi, who was going back and forth behind him, showed his normal shape, while walking, he explained to Zheng Feihe: "Mr. An asked him to come back to you and …Ankang took a look and said that Ankang’s flu is as serious as you said recently, so you must not ignore it.”

Zheng Feihe pursed his lips when he heard the words: Brother Lan really didn't let go of any details... He just casually said "too sick to get out of bed", and remembered it for so long.

The doctor holding the medicine box shrugged his shoulders towards Zheng Feihe, which meant "Look, I can't do anything if the boss speaks."

Zheng Feihe hung behind Ankang and opened the door very unhappy—tomorrow is Monday, Ankang is going to work, and he thought that he could spend the rest of the day with Ankang... After thinking about it, he went to Biaozi and the doctor put two big "light bulb" stickers on their faces, and said, "Come in, let's make it quick."

The doctor muttered in his heart, "I don't see nymphomaniacs every day in my heart." He carried the suitcase and entered the door to change his shoes.