Accidentally made abusive texts into a tyrant

The reception is arranged in the hall on the first floor of the hotel.

There was a little delay on the way, and Ji Xianyu was a little worried whether Huo Feihan would have already left the hotel at this time.

Just as he was thinking about something, the cart in his hand seemed to be malfunctioning, the wheels got stuck, and he couldn't move forward or backward.

The pulley should be stuck on the crimson carpet on the ground.

Ji Xianyu exerted some strength, and the wheels broke free from the shackles of the carpet.

But in the next second, something wrong happened——

He let go of the cart, and turned forward due to the unstoppable rampage due to inertia.

The wheels and the tiles made an impatient crash, and the pastry was shaking tremblingly.

……what happened?

Seeing that the cart was about to bump into the corner, Ji Xianyu ran forward to grab it, but with the sound of impetuous rubbing, he unexpectedly collided with a strange man who came out of the corner.

The two froze.

The other party was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a thin and cold smell of wine lingering on his body, which enveloped Ji Xianyu.

Because of the setting in the book, Ji Xianyu's body is delicate and soft, a little stuttering, thin red marks will be branded on her snow-white skin, and the sensitivity to pain is also the same.

He collided with someone unexpectedly, and he couldn't help snorting.

When he opened his eyes, there was a handsome face in the center of his line of sight.

Touch porcelain?

***

Inside the men's restroom of a high-end hotel.

Incandescent lamps cast a cool, faint light along the square mirrors.

In the mirror, there is a handsome face that is amazingly crafted by the gods, and anyone who looks at it can't help but admire it.

Although this face would never tire of seeing, Huo Feihan, as the master, only glanced at it before leaving the bathroom.

He received a message from Jiang Ruike.

-[These old men are horrible, I can't stand it! !Where are you Lao Huo? I'm looking for you now. Let's go first. ]

Huo Feihan had already wiped all the parts of his skin that had been in contact with alcohol, and he didn't want to stay any longer.

Just as he wanted Jiang Ruike to go directly to the heliport on the rooftop to wait for him, out of the corner of his eye, a cart heading straight for him appeared in front of his eyes.

The wheels of the cart made a grunting sound and came quickly.

Huo Feihan easily avoided the pushcart, but the next moment, he bumped into a strange breath as if he was gravitationally attracted.

Before he had time to blow his hair, he looked down and saw a petite and delicate slapped face.

The boy's eyes were closed tightly, and under the light, he could notice the other's long black eyelashes trembling slightly like a shy butterfly.

There is also a faint and pleasant smell of laundry detergent looming around.

The other party snorted, then cautiously opened his eyes.

The color of the eyes is like a pond under the refraction of the sun, clean and bright.

Huo Feihan felt a little hot, and his gaze unnaturally swept over the young man's pink lips.

He froze one of them before he could put on the glove, and subconsciously held the palm of the opponent's hand.

The temperature is scorching hot.

After the other party regained consciousness, he hurriedly left from his side.

He is... Huo Feihan?

Seeing the other party's attire and the innate Bking temperament, Ji Xianyu confirmed after a while that the other party was... Scum Gong.

Ji Xianyu calmed down slightly, his face immediately became tense, and asked in the tone he always treats customers: "I'm sorry just now, the cart was out of control and ran into you. How are you now, are you okay?"

The other party didn't respond.

"……gentlemen?"

Ji Xianyu wondered, the plot reaction was different from what he knew.

At this moment, Zha Gong shouldn't be shocked that the self in front of him looks very similar to Bai Yueguang, so he is going to pull him and press him against the wall.

The other party kept silent.

"Old Huo!"

Ji Xianyu took a step back, followed the sound and saw a strange man running towards Xiao.

"Old Huo, you..." Jiang Ruike's jaw dropped in shock: "What are you doing?!"

Did he read it right, there is a handsome guy he doesn't know beside Lao Huo?

Ji Xianyu looked at Huo Feihan with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened just now.

But he didn't know that in the eyes of the other party, he looked like a frightened little white rabbit.

Ji Xianyu didn't know what the other party was thinking, but as a hotel staff member, he apologized to President Huo again.

The ingenious bending angle slightly reveals a section of white skin on the side neck.

No one noticed that Huo Feihan's ear tips turned red subtly at this moment.

He was speechless for a few seconds.

Immediately after saying "um", with a cold face, he strode away from Ji Xianyu.

As always, he was defiant, which was in line with his temperament.

"Let's go." He said briefly.

Jiang Ruike: "We're going back right now?? Why don't you introduce me to that little brother?"

President Huo looked at him coolly, and said in a cold tone, "Are you free?"

"..."

The figures of the two quickly disappeared in the corridor.

Looking at the direction, Ji Xian was flustered in the rain and wind, and suddenly hesitated: "He, is he leaving now?"

Meeting Slag Gong here actually surprised him. According to the normal plot, they shouldn't meet in the corridor...

Although it was strange, Ji Xianyu didn't intend to delve into it.

After all, I have already awakened, which is different from "Ji Xianyu" in the original book.

The plot will of course change.

It would be nice if I met Huo Feihan.

After that is the plot of signing the contract?

Ji Xianyu came back to his senses, turned around and studied that the cart was not broken.

After the pastries and desserts inside were not damaged, I continued to work as a wage earner, pushing the cart to the reception.

***

Huo Feihan was sitting in a low-key and luxurious helicopter.

The bustling night scene of the city is constantly changing under the window, just like Jiang Ruike's heart, it is always changing.

Jiang Ruike was wearing a seat belt, fidgeting.

This drew Huo Fei's cold gaze: "If you don't want your butt, I suggest donating it to someone else."

"..."

Jiang Ruike choked up, he really didn't want to understand, so he put his eyes on him suddenly, and asked seriously: "Who was that person just now?"

Huo Feihan didn't speak, but quietly browsed the newspaper in his hand with lowered eyes.

But he didn't know that he was distracted, he was reading yesterday's newspaper, and... the newspaper was held upside down.

Jiang Ruike snatched it away, squinted his eyes: "I advise you not to avoid the problem like this, or wait until your father comes back from a business trip..."

"No one. Probably the waiter at the hotel."

"Really?"

President Huo fluttered: "Yes."

Faced with such a perfunctory attitude, Jiang Ruike didn't quite believe it. He snorted and tried to get closer, but Huo Feihan subconsciously leaned aside, as if he wanted to keep a safe distance from the person.

Case closed.

Jiang Ruike sat up straight, and said like Holmes: "Old Huo, I remember that you didn't even allow me to get so close. If you want to say that you are just an ordinary waiter, hehe, do you really think I am a foolish three-year-old? After all, I have seen with my own eyes that you are almost stuck together."

"Speak, be lenient when confessing, and be strict when resisting!"

"..."

near?

After his reminder, Huo Feihan remembered that he seemed to have had contact with that person.

His straight and thick eyelashes drooped, and his gaze was cast on the palm of his hand before he could put on his gloves, where the palm lines lay across, his big hands were vigorous and powerful, but they were not as uncomfortable and itchy as usual.

Huo Feihan narrowed his long eyes slightly, could it be that his illness has healed?

He turned his head slowly.

Suddenly noticed something wrong with Huo Feihan's gaze.

Jiang Ruike shuddered, and swallowed in fear: "You, what do you want... If you don't want to say it, don't say it... Why do you look at me with the kind of eyes that make my father's company go bankrupt..."

In the next second, Huo Feihan directly touched Jiang Ruike's back.

Jiang Ruike was shocked: "You molested me!!!"

One second, two seconds... five seconds.

Huo Feihan immediately felt red and hot marks on his fingertips.

He is still allergic.

Huo Feihan suffered from a disease that caused an allergic reaction when he had physical contact with the same sex... But, after he had contact with that person just now, he did not have any symptoms.

It seems that he is different.

His deep gaze turned to the night sky with bright moon and few stars outside the window.

——Hmph, man, you managed to attract my attention.

***

Ji Xianyu worked until the early hours of the morning before leaving get off work.

Back in the rental house, he closed his eyes and lay straight on the bed, half dead from exhaustion.

After a long while, he opened his eyes again in the dark, staring at the dimly lit rental house, his thoughts plunged into chaos.

The nights in winter are really cold, and it is useless to wear a coat. The cold wind slanted into the cracks in the windows, whistling.

Ji Xianyu was very tired, the windows were old and in disrepair and couldn't be closed, he could only take out a few thin and pitiful clothes from the closet, put them on one by one, curled up in a corner where the window couldn't blow, and barely fell asleep with.

For example, in the middle of the night, there was a heavy snowfall in City A.

At five o'clock in the morning, Ji Xianyu was woken up by the alarm clock. He climbed by the window, looking past the precarious and exposed cables.

The city outside was covered with a thick layer of snow, and it was white and clean everywhere.

Ji Xianyu's skin is very delicate, and it hurts a little when he blows on it. He sneezed under his breath, and obediently stopped blowing to watch the snow.

He gave a lazy waist.

The rental house is not big, but the sparrow he arranged it is small and complete.

Because Ji Xianyu has a passion for life, but the pressure of life for a long time, no time to clean, resulting in the rental house gradually becoming messy, basically impossible to clean.

He is going to clean up.

Today is a weekend worth sleeping in, but at 07:30 in the morning, he still has a part-time job at a convenience store, so he can only get up early to help tidy up this rental house.

At least make it cozy again.

***

At 06:30 in the morning, Huo Feihan came back from his morning run.

No sooner had he entered than he received a call from across the Atlantic.

"Hello? Is it Xiaohan?"

Huo Feihan was very succinct: "Speak. The president's time is limited."

"..."

The air was silent for a moment.

On the other side of the phone, the irritable old man's unstoppable voice came: "What are you talking about! Is it because I can't pull the belt or what?! You still 'talk'? 'I'm the president'? Enough Pull it!"

Mr. Huo Ba was fearless: "Oh."

Seeing that the two father and son were about to call through the phone, another person's voice came from the phone.

It was Huo Feihan's mother.

With a gentle and graceful voice, she persuaded Huo Yuan: "Okay, okay, don't you want to talk about business? Why are you arguing with Xiaohan instead?"

"Hmph." Huo Feihan's father, Huo Yuan, was sullen. After a while, he adjusted his mood before talking about the business: "I heard that you rejected Longze Building Materials' youngest son at a reception last night?"

"..."

Huo Feihan seldom goes to receptions, and Jiang Ruike probably told him about it yesterday.

He changed his shoes, took the water from the villa servant, turned on the speakerphone, and said "um".

"You are indeed a child of my Huo family! I think when your father and I were at your age, we were also a flower on campus—cough cough, by the way, you are not young, why haven't you even seen a shadow of your future daughter-in-law until now? ?”

Seeing that the phone has been silent, Huo Yuan tentatively asked again: "Xiaohan, you are 24 now, don't you really consider bringing someone? Even if you bring one casually, just perfunctory your mother--me too, so I won't Kneeling on the washboard every day..."

Huo Feihan went straight up the stairs, with dead fish eyes: "I don't think about it."

24 is the time of youth, well, where is it old? !Where can I find someone? !These beautiful years should be dedicated to orders of 1 million per minute!

Huo Feihan kept expressing his incomprehension, and besides, his brother hadn't found a partner yet, so why was his brother so anxious.

Thinking about it, Huo Feihan was about to push his brother out as an excuse, when Huo Yuan seemed to go to the bathroom and said in a low voice, "Xiaohan, it's just you and me now."

"Tell Dad obediently, are you... not working there?"