Daily life after marriage with a boss

Feng Chu went drinking with these friends in the afternoon, and arrived at the nursing home in the evening.

He parked the car downstairs.

It was twenty minutes before seven o'clock, and Feng Chu lit another cigarette.

A moment later he snuffed out the fireworks.

Today was different from usual, Ling Yi agreed to his marriage proposal.Later, if possible, Feng Chu wants to kiss Ling Yi.

The wind at night in early winter was very bleak, Feng Chu was leaning against the car door with an extinguished cigarette in his hand.

At 55:[-], Feng Chu threw away the cigarette in his hand and entered the building.

He knocked on the door twice before pressing the password to open it. Ling Yi had just taken a shower, and he was sitting on the sofa wiping his hair with a towel.

The temperature and humidity of the room were just right, Feng Chu was covered in cold air, and felt warm instantly after entering the door.

Ling Yi tilted his head: "Is it Mr. Feng?"

Feng Chu said "um", "It's me."

He stepped forward and took the towel in Ling Yi's hand.

Ling Yi was wearing gray knitted trousers and a white pullover. The tips of his hair were dripping with water, and the water droplets fell down his chin.

Feng Chu wiped the ends of Ling Yi's hair, lowered his head and smelled the fresh breath on Ling Yi's body.

His palms were too big to completely cover Ling Yi's handsome face. They were originally very strong hands, but their movements at this time were very gentle.

Feng Chu threw the towel aside after wiping almost no water: "Ling Yi, did you really agree?"

Ling Yi nodded gently: "This matter is helpful to both of us, but I am blind after all, and I rely on Mr. Feng in my life, which may cause a lot of trouble in your life. In the future, Mr. Feng If you meet someone you really like or have other ideas, this marriage can be terminated at any time."

Feng Chu knew that termination was impossible.The men in their Feng family had never had a divorce. His grandfather was like this, his father was like this, and so was Feng Chu.

If Feng Chu really had half-hearted opinions about a man who loves another, then the children he has now may be seven or eight years old.

Some things are predestined, and they are also unpredictable, and there is only such a person in a lifetime.

Feng Chu knew exactly what he wanted.

Right now Ling Yi hasn't been completely hooked, and hasn't really become his wife yet, so he won't talk nonsense, so he will follow Ling Yi first: "Okay, I will take good care of you after marriage."

Ling Yi stretched out a hand to Feng Chu: "Thank you."

Feng Chu first held Ling Yi's warm fingertips, and then took his entire palm in his hand.

The rough palm with thin calluses rubbed heavily against the pampered snow-white back of the hand, and Feng Chu was fascinated by the instant touch.

His other hand rested on the back of the sofa, Ling Yi couldn't see, if he could see, he would find himself trapped between the sofa by Feng Chu's arms.

Feng Chu looked down at Ling Yi's exquisite face: "What if you develop feelings for me or I develop feelings for you during the marriage?"

Ling Yi hadn't thought of this possibility yet, so he froze for a moment.

Feng Chu knew that he would definitely not be able to kiss Ling Yi today, and the possibility of the two kissing was extremely slim.

He laughed: "I'm just kidding, Ling Yi, don't need to cause too much psychological burden. Right now, I only regard you as a friend and won't do anything to you. If you don't want to, I won't offend you."

Ling Yi did seriously think about this possibility just now, but now he suddenly heard Feng Chu say that he was just joking, and he walked out of his thoughts.

Some drops of water gathered at the ends of the half-dried hair just now, and the water drops flowed into Ling Yi's collarbone. His collarbone was deeply sunken, and the water got wet here.

Feng Chu's eyes darkened.

Ling Yi felt uncomfortable, and he touched the side: "Mr. Feng, where did you put the towel?"

Feng Chu was still not reconciled: "Ling Yi, do you really have no sexual needs after marriage?"

Ling Yi frowned slightly: "Sexual needs?"

Because of certain family experiences, he was not as energetic as other boys during adolescence.Depression will reduce a person's desire for sex, so Ling Yi is not pursuing physical needs. He prefers to spend time on hobbies such as books, music, movies and paintings.

Feng Chu couldn't help laughing: "Ling Yi, you don't know what this means, do you?"

Ling Yi wiped the water on his collarbone with his fingers, and the slender fingertips were soon soaked with water.

Although he doesn't understand deeply, he knows the meaning of this word. Through books and movies, he knows some things that happen between his lovers.

And after coming to the nursing home, Ling Yi often takes walks in the sun, eats regularly, and recovers well. Sometimes when he wakes up in the morning, he will have some youthful thoughts.

This matter was suddenly brought up by Feng Chu, and Ling Yi didn't know how to respond for a while.

Feng Chu pressed Ling Yi's wrist and wiped it with his fingertips.

He didn't intend to bully Ling Yi anymore, he asked Ling Yi some embarrassing things, and after wiping it clean, he released Ling Yi.

"Even if certain things don't happen between us after marriage, you can't ask others to solve your needs," Feng Chu said in a deep and deep voice, "If you really need it, you can ask me to help you solve it."

Ling Yi understood what Feng Chu meant.

Feng Chu was worried that he would have sex with other people during the marriage.

Ling Yi's collarbone was even more uncomfortable after being wiped by Feng Chu. The side of the neck is the most vulnerable part of the human body. The skin is particularly thin and almost transparent. Now it is blushed and even a little painful by Feng Chu's rough fingertips.

He nodded: "OK."

It's getting late, Feng Chu should go back.

When he came, he restrained himself and extinguished the cigarette, because he wanted to kiss Ling Yi, but now that the kiss has not been completed, Feng Chu always feels a little unsatisfactory.

If he can't kiss Ling Yi, he may not be able to sleep tonight.

Feng Chu held Ling Yi's shoulders, pushed him over, lowered his head and kissed Ling Yi's half-wet hair: "Did you wear perfume? Your body smells good, and so does your hair."

Ling Yi thought Feng Chu was sniffing the smell of his hair: "No, it's the smell of shampoo. Caregiver Deng said that the toiletries here are all made of natural essential oils, and the smell is soothing."

This time he only kissed his hair, Feng Chu reluctantly accepted - anyway, Ling Yi agreed to his marriage, and she will be his wife soon, after the marriage is over, it will not be too late to kiss and hug again.

Ling Yi said again: "Mr. Feng, are we not going to have a wedding? Just get a marriage certificate. I'm blind, so it's not suitable for me to appear at a wedding."

Although Ling Yi usually behaves peacefully, he still cares about these eyes.

Everyone in Feng Chu's circle is afraid of him, and many people dare not fart in front of Feng Chu.Feng Chu knew what these people were thinking and saying behind their backs.

Feng Chu didn't want Ling Yi's eyes to be the talk of others after dinner.

"Okay, the two of us can celebrate casually on the day of receiving the certificate." Feng Chu said, "I have my own house, if you feel uncomfortable in the nursing home, you can move to my place together."

Ling Yi nodded: "Okay."

Although he kissed Ling Yi's hair, Feng Chu still felt that it wasn't enough.

He stared at Ling Yi's pale lips for a long time, and finally felt that he couldn't stay here anymore: "Ling Yi, then I'm leaving today, you go to bed early, and dry your hair before going to bed."

Ling Yi suddenly grabbed Feng Chu's cuff: "Mr. Feng."

Feng Chu lowered his eyes: "Huh?"

Ling Yi said: "Can I hug you?"

Feng Chu's eyes fixed on Ling Yi's body: "Yes."

Ling Yi hugged Feng Chu's shoulders, and then felt that Feng Chu's shoulders were too wide and too tall to be hugged comfortably. Feng Chu was really tall, so he moved his position and put his arms on Feng Chu's waist: "Mr. , thank you, you are very kind to me."

Feng Chu's heart softened for a while.

How could my future wife be bad, or even not good enough.

It was cold and windy outside, and the weather in early winter was already very cold, but inside it was as warm as spring. Ling Yi wore thin clothes and hugged him around his waist.

The atmosphere at this time is charming and ambiguous, Feng Chu should really push Ling Yi on the sofa and kiss her hard.

But Ling Yi completely believed in him, with a simple expression and gentle words, and even regarded him as a very good friend.

After Ling Yi let go, Feng Chu took a while to calm himself down.He has a deep, deep desire for Ling Yi, which cannot be avoided and cannot be avoided.

Fortunately, Ling Yi couldn't see it, just now Ling Yi just hugged politely, the two bodies were not close together, otherwise Feng Chu really didn't know how to explain this phenomenon.

Feng Chu didn't go back to the villa, but went back to the house near the company. This is a flat floor located in the center of the city. When it was renovated, a well-known international designer was invited. Everything was in Feng Chu's favorite style.

Feng Chu didn't think it had any shortcomings before, but now he thinks it seems too big, with a full [-] square meters. If Ling Yi is brought here, Ling Yi will definitely be suspicious.

Feng Chu didn't want to hide everything about himself to the end. There will be times when these things will be disclosed to Ling Yi, but it needs a suitable opportunity. It's best to wait for Ling Yi to like him, otherwise Feng Chu doesn't know how to explain his purpose.

Feng Chu called and asked the housekeeper to check the real estate under his name.

The housekeeper called Feng Chu back half an hour later, telling him that there are smaller houses under his name near the company, including two sets of three bedrooms and one living room with an area of ​​about 180 square meters, which look pretty good.

These people under Feng Chu's work were very efficient, and the housekeeper quickly sent Feng Chu the internal photos of the two houses.

Feng Chu chose one of the sets: "Please ask a designer to redecorate and arrange all the furniture for the blind. The sooner the better."

Although the housekeeper didn't understand Feng Chu's intentions, as long as it was Feng Chu's order, they didn't dare to ask more questions, and they just did as required.