he's just my boyfriend

The visitor was dressed in formal attire, slender, tall, with long legs and long hands. He dragged the suitcase and took a few wrong steps to catch up with the elevator. He was still holding a long-handled umbrella that was dripping water.

When the man stretched out his hand to block the elevator door that was about to close, Fang Qi could clearly feel the unnaturalness of Tao Fang's hand that was still in his hand.

Tao Fang held Fang Qi's hand in his hand when he was preventing Fang Qi from pressing the door open button. In other words, now Tao Fang is pressing his hand to the side of the two of them.

Fang Qi looked at Tao Fang, who was quietly leaning against his side with his head hanging down, not sure what he meant, his face was almost completely covered by his hair that was still dripping, so he couldn't see clear face.

At this moment, Tao Fang was very grateful for Fang Qi, who let himself be allowed to do so. He didn't move, didn't ask, and let himself hold hands.

Although Tao Fang vaguely guessed this possibility when he heard that there was a foreign guest from the Middle East, and had no idea about this person for a long time, but when the real thing came to an end, Tao Fang still felt a little awkward because of his resistance to the past. The specially prepared hat and sunglasses fell on Fang Qi's car.

Apparently, Tao Fang's action to stop Fang Qi just now also fell into the eyes of those who came, probably out of basic etiquette, he didn't say anything.

Looking at the man in front of him who was about the same age and a little taller than himself, Fang Qi preliminarily estimated that his height was between 1.8m1.8 and [-]m[-].

The dark blue casual suit on the man should have been carefully ironed before he put it on. Every button was meticulously buttoned, and his hair was well-groomed. On his wrist was a famous watch that Fang Qi wanted to buy but never bought. The suitcase is not cheap, and the whole person exudes a young and promising atmosphere.

Fang Qi noticed that he only glanced at the lit floor key on the elevator, and then turned his eyes back to Tao Fang—— before anyone entered the elevator, his eyes were fixed on Tao Fang—— That kind of look, rather than anything else, might as well be confirming something like deja vu.

When the elevator reached the third floor, the man finally couldn't help it anymore, his eyes lingered between Fang Qi and Tao Fang: "Excuse me, may I ask..."

The words still seemed to be inappropriate, and the man changed his words: "Is he... not feeling well?"

Fang Qi glanced at Tao Fang who was almost drenched beside him, nodded and said, "It's raining."

"Are you here to travel?" Once a breakthrough was found, the conversation became more natural. "The weather in the south is indeed a headache, and it is cloudy and sunny."

Tao Fang still ignored him, and leaned sickly beside Fang Qi. Fang Qi simply shook his head without any other explanation: "No."

Faced with the man's blatant scrutiny, Tao moved the right hand holding Fang Qi's coat inward, hiding it as much as possible between the clothes and the body.

Fortunately, the elevator arrived soon. Sensing Tao Fang's resistance to the person in front of him, Fang Qi directly stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, and led him out under the gaze of that person like a searchlight. He saw Tao Fang face up.

The man's room was not far from the elevator, but he had been standing at the door to watch the two of them enter the suite at the top before he began to take out his card and swipe the door of his own room.

There is still a while before Zhang Qiqi's make-up class. Tao Fang came out of the hot bath and insisted that there was no problem with him. He would hold ginger tea in the suite and wait for Zhang Qiqi to come. Fang prayed to go home.

Although Fang Qi didn't understand the reason for his persistence, there was nothing he could do about it: "I've asked someone else to pick up Zhang Qiqi, you sleep for a while, and I'll call you when she comes."

Tao Fang came out of the hot bath with a blushing face, and the previous messy troubles were washed away a lot, and he recovered a little bit of energy, and said with a smile: "Are you going to sleep with me?"

Fang Qi ignored him, and glanced at the bathrobe Tao Fang was wearing, "My secretary will have to wait a while to get the clothes. You should lie down under the quilt first."

As early as when he ordered Secretary Zhao to make ginger tea, Fang Qi ordered it along with a clean change of clothes, and now he should be on his way back from the mall.

Tao Mian didn't take it seriously that he would catch a cold, and sat on the chair carelessly with his legs crossed, two slender legs protruding from the bathrobe, the belt was not tied properly, and a large area of ​​breasts was exposed on his chest. Yingbai was still in the mood to joke with Fang Qi.

"If I caught a cold after getting caught in the rain, I would have died of illness in bed. Not only do I have a hot bath, but also ginger tea. The conditions are much better than when I was alone."

Fang Qi didn't want his thoughts to be too obvious at the moment, he forced himself to fix his eyes on Tao Fang's shoulders, and it's better to ignore the collarbone and little pink for the time being: "Lie down for a while, Secretary Zhao is here to see It's not good for you like this."

"Pfft——" Tao Fang burst out laughing instantly, "Am I so shameless? I'm afraid of frightening your innocent little secretary."

That being said, Tao Fang finally fell into bed.

It was probably because he had just taken a hot bath, and it was indeed a little cold to wear a bathrobe alone, but Tao Fang moved into the bed, and at the same time did not forget to squeeze him: "But I think Secretary Zhao knows more than you, you Someone should take you after work."

Fang Qi: "..."

After finally placing Tao Mian on the bed, Fang Qi was about to ask someone to bring up the dinner, but he stopped him: "I'm full of ginger tea, and I don't have much appetite now, come home tonight and you can eat it for me .”

Since eating Fang Qi's noodles this morning, Tao Fang has been thinking about it all the time: "This time you added all the seasonings. I will eat all the onions, ginger, and garlic. I won't be picky, so I can feed myself."

Seeing Tao Mian blinking at him in high spirits, Fang Qi had no choice but to put down the internal phone in his hand: "Okay, let's go back and have dinner together that night."

However, Fang Qi hadn't stayed with him for a long time, when he received a message from the chief translator, saying that he had arrived at the hotel a little earlier than the original plan, and if possible, he hoped to have dinner together tonight.

When Fang Qi saw the words "Let's have dinner together", the hand holding the mobile phone was a little weak. This word...

Naturally, this kind of thing cannot be refused, and Fang Qi had to ask him when to arrive at the hotel so that he could arrange dinner time.

Sending a message to the other side, he did not forget to tell Tao Fang: "I can only have a little dinner with you in the evening, and I will meet foreign guests for dinner later."

"Fuck me? Have dinner together?" Tao Fang couldn't help but grit his teeth when he heard these words, and gave him a thumbs up and said, "Be careful."

To Fang Qi's surprise, the reply was that he had already arrived at the hotel, saying that he could do it anytime after Fang Qi was free.

Fang Qi subconsciously glanced at Tao Mian on the bed, and in the end he let the chief translator wait for him in the room for half an hour, and let him successfully hand over Tao Mian who had changed his clothes to Zhang Qiqi.

Tao Fang, who came out after changing his clothes, immediately sent a small red flower to Secretary Zhao: "This taste, there is nothing wrong with it."

Secretary Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. He bought the clothes after going to two shopping malls in a row, because he was afraid that it would not suit the appetite of his little boyfriend, the boss.

Most of the shopping malls in T City are in a state of closing 80.00% or more. Finding a serious men's clothing store that sells clothes is as difficult as finding a straight man from Tao Fang's campus.

Fortunately, Tao Mian is a type with a distinct personal style, and there is no stereotype of good-looking ones, which makes it easy for Secretary Zhao to choose clothes.

As soon as Zhang Qiqi entered the room, Fang Qi told her a few words that Tao Fang was not feeling well today and left.

Looking at Fang Qi who left with Secretary Zhao quickly, Zhang Qiqi still felt strange: "This is not normal today. Usually, he is reluctant to let you alone in front of me when you are healthy and safe. Today, you are not feeling well, and he still runs away." faster than anyone else."

Tao Fang sat at the table with his head propped up, and patted the table to signal her to be numb: "As long as you talk a lot, do you have the self-consciousness of being a junior, I hope you can be more patient than anyone else in the choreography."

"It's not ready yet, just maintain it like this..." Zhang Qiqi muttered while taking out a book.

Tao Fang was very impatient today, "papapapa" patted the table three times in a row before stopping: "Fuck, fuck, let's study! Dear!"

Zhang Qiqi couldn't help shrinking her neck. After all, she was still a bullying little girl, so she quickly took out all her homework and put it in front of Tao Fang. Brother Fang has a bit of a temper today. Is he really feeling unwell?

But Zhang Qiqi believed it only halfway through the class, she was familiar with Tao Fang's current state, exactly the same as when she was in school.

Several times in a row Zhang Qiqi couldn't help but looked up at Tao Fang secretly during the breaks of doing the questions, trying to help him support his head, for fear that he would knock his head on the table.

Although Tao Fang's face looked normal, but upon closer inspection, his ears were still red. Zhang Qiqi felt that he probably had a fever. Even though his temper was still the same as before, his speech today was not as full of anger as before.

"Brother Fang?" Zhang Qiqi couldn't help calling softly when Tao Fang was pecking rice again.

Almost as soon as Zhang Qiqi made a sound, Tao Fang's eyes opened. Even though he was still a little tired, it was obvious that he was awake. Tao Fang calmly said, "Yes."

"I think you have a fever." Zhang Qiqi said cautiously, afraid that Tao Fang would slap her across the face if she was unhappy.

Tao Fang didn't touch his forehead and didn't refute, or he didn't respond to the topic at all: "Well, have you finished the three questions I ticked just now?"

Zhang Qiqi's face collapsed, she was planning to cooperate with the homework book in her hand, who knew that Brother Fang was so anal, and he didn't care at all if he had a fever or something.

Just after missing Fang Qi for an unknown number of minutes, Zhang Qiqi completed the three questions assigned by Tao Fang, but when she looked up, she saw the beautiful face of her teacher Tao who was asleep, and she was sleeping soundly.

This was the second time Tao Fang fell asleep in front of her. Zhang Qiqi looked at the time, and there was still more than half an hour before the end of get out of class, more than ten minutes more than last time.

Even people like Zhang Qiqi, who just started seeing Tao Fang once a day, started to worry about his health. This day is not as good as every day. What's wrong, let Fang Qi take him back quickly.

But Fang Qi let alone lead Tao Fang now, he wished Tao Fang would come and take him home.

The author has something to say: Tao Mian: Do you know about learning? Do you know about learning!

Zhang Qiqi: More worried than my dad.

Tao Mian hates iron for being weak: Otherwise, you wouldn't even be able to go to a hot school like Lao Tzu!

Zhang Qiqi: ...What's so hot about your school?

Come on for the college entrance examination!