Ye Ming's Five-Split Life

After sending Lin Zhanfei and Lei Zhen away, Feng Yuxiang's anger still couldn't be suppressed, and he kept surging upwards.

Since graduating and starting to work in their respective family businesses, it has been difficult for the three of them to find time to be together.

The habits developed from being familiar with sex when they were teenagers have to restrain themselves after they each have their own careers. It is not for the sake of influence, but because there is really no time to spare.

For this reason, although everyone didn't say anything, they still regretted it in their hearts. Therefore, at the monthly gatherings, they tried their best to find the most beautiful teenagers, hoping to vent their emotions heartily and relieve the huge pressure in the workplace. But there is no shirkable pressure and responsibility.

Last month, Lin Zhanfei brought a mixed-race high school boy. He was a late-developing boy with an unbelievably soft body, which made the three of them very happy.

And last month, what Lei Zhen found was a young star who was just starting out. He was eager to get a position and was very flattering.

Originally, he thought that the little MB he had taken a fancy to this month was trained by the club and was about to have his first budding night, so why... such an oolong incident happened?

Turned on the phone, picked out a number and dialed it, "Zhuang Huating, do you still want to eat this bowl of rice? What time are you still not coming to pick me up?" After speaking, without waiting for the other party's response, Feng Yuxiang waved his hand With a bang, the phone was thrown out, and with a bang, the phone hit the wall, torn apart, and died!

Everything was not going well, and one night... one...Feng Yuxiang thought about it several times in his head, but he couldn't find a word to describe that man. He bumped into him, and actually...kissed his body...Feng Yuxiang's mind was full of dense hickey marks everywhere on that person's body, even if only one-third of them belonged to him. Manufactured, or disgustingly disgusting.

"Bell—" the phone rang in the living room, Feng Yuxiang resentfully stepped on the carpet to answer it, it was still on fire, it still didn't go well, what kind of long-haired carpet is on the damn floor, it's hard to get angry when you step on it ,"who?!"

Compared with Feng Yuxiang who is violent like taking gunpowder, Zhuang Huating on the other side of the phone is really good-tempered, which makes people sigh. No wonder, since his old man's old man's generation, their dealer has been the chief steward of the Feng family, even if he is currently He hasn't taken over his old man's job yet, just being Feng Yuxiang's full-time assistant, but it's enough for him to get a good grasp of this young master's temper.

"Master, since the night before yesterday, you have been driving the car yourself, and you didn't ask me to pick you up at the villa today!" Zhuang Huating's slow voice came from the other side of the phone, Feng Yuxiang could almost see him An impatient look on the other side of the phone.

He really has the right to be impatient, because Feng Yuxiang finally remembered that he had sent Zhuang Huating to the United States yesterday morning. At this time... Feng Yuxiang saw the sun hanging high at noon outside the window, and put down the phone with a snap.

Zhuang Huating has always sneered at his only small interest. When he was a teenager, he even brought a lot of AIDS prevention and control manuals to him in a serious manner to show him. On the days before and after the monthly meeting, Zhuang Huating was sent far away, Europe, America, Japan, Korea, anywhere is fine, as long as he is not in the same city as him.

Going to the garage with the mood of giving it a try, the car was actually there. Feng Yuxiang unlocked and opened the door, and there was no smell of alcohol as expected. The aroma of lemon-flavored air freshener lingered in the car, making Feng Yuxiang sleepy all afternoon. The dark mood finally opened up.

However, when he thought of this completely screwed-up month party, and when he thought of his downgraded taste, degraded style, and completely ignorant eyesight when two friends left, Feng Yuxiang punched the steering wheel, and he was still out of breath. Call one.

Next month, next month he has to come to hold this party. No matter what, he has to get his face back. This is a must, but... what kind of peerless elegance should he find to even out this farce?