flammable relationship

It took five years for Atletico Madrid’s company to go public, which was delayed by nearly half of the expected time. The reason for this is that the investment bank project manager hired by the company was too weak, and they couldn’t get in touch with them every now and then. That said, attitudes are also problematic.Or don't ask, ask, this maverick boss said that he is nervous and needs absolute rest.

Fuck you nervous.

Atletico didn't believe a word, he felt that Wei Ran was perfunctory.

So I changed a few project managers one after another in the middle, and behind each of them was a whole fancy team. They came to the company for a walk, and all the rhetoric was the same after the work was over. What financial forecast is not optimistic? The company’s valuation is not ideal. The prospect is hindered, anyway, it means the same thing, this broken company wants to go public?No hope.

Atletico Madrid had no choice, Wei Ran became his only hope.

Fortunately, it was intermittent, and the process took a long time, but the good results can always make people forget all the unpleasantness.The company held a celebration banquet on the day of its listing, and the director of Atletico Madrid personally went out and called Manager Wei repeatedly, inviting him to attend the reception with his family.

"My wife likes to be clean, and I'm not used to this kind of occasion. Mr. Ma is being polite." In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wei Ran leaned sideways on the desk, curling his fingers to scrape the chubby chin, and the white cat lying on the table raised its neck , was served comfortably, with a snoring sound in his throat, "Me? I'm still mentally ill... Oh yes, I made an appointment with the doctor, this time I really don't lie to you. Okay, then I wish the company a smooth journey Shun Shui is booming, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, he heard footsteps approaching behind him, but he didn't move. He lowered his head and flicked on the phone screen, picking out some important emails and briefly replying.

At the same time as the phone's alarm rang, a glass of warm water and a small paper bag with a rabbit printed on it were lightly placed by his hand, and a pair of arms with thin tendons wrapped around his waist intimately, followed by a slight smile. Cool and refreshing mint scent.

Wei Ran put down his phone, opened the paper bag expressionlessly, and took all the large and small pills and capsules inside with warm water.

After drinking the medicine, he turned around, opened his mouth wide and made a mouth shape, and Fu Yiheng checked carefully—well, the teeth are really white, and today's medicine has successfully reached the stomach pouch.

"Is your throat better?" Wei Ran hugged him back.

Fu Yiheng bent his eyes, didn't speak, and nodded - it was a bad sign.

All walks of life have occupational diseases after working for a long time. When Mr. Fu has been on the podium for ten years, under the stimulation of dust for many years, his throat is overused, congested and swollen, and he suffers from chronic pharyngitis gloriously. Sometimes or after a few days of high-intensity classes, the throat can't stand it, ranging from hoarseness and pain to short-term loss of voice.Later, he was forcibly twisted by Wei Ran and sent to the hospital. After diagnosis, it was said that the vocal cords were damaged. It was suggested that a small microphone should be worn on the lapel of the clothes during class.

The situation was slightly serious, and Mr. Wei took it very seriously, and immediately bought the most expensive small microphone available on the market.

Teacher Fu reluctantly tried it for a while, and once in a class, he was very excited when he was speaking, but was interrupted by the sharp creaking noise of the microphone. After repairing the small machine, he completely forgot the content. I can't remember whether I live or die.So he didn't want to wear that noisy thing anymore, and continued to play his battered vocal cords willfully.

Wei Ran couldn't hold him back, so he could only search everywhere for folk remedies to nourish his throat and come back to make soup, patiently coaxing Fu Yiheng to drink, trying to slowly warm up and restore his dedicated voice.

"Drink the stewed water chestnut Luo Han Guo soup?"

Fu Yiheng was wearing a dark red silk pajamas, he smiled brighter than spring flowers, blinked, the tip of his tongue pressed against the mint in his mouth, and a cute little bag bulged out of his cheek - which meant he didn't drink.

"Don't drink soup, dare to eat candy?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows, pretending to be fierce, grabbed Fu Yiheng's waist with one hand, raised his hand high, and landed on Fu Yiheng's buttocks with a slap.

It sounds like a sound, because the bent palm is empty, but it doesn't hurt at all.

Fu Yiheng narrowed his eyes, took away his hands that were resting on his buttocks, and complained in a hoarse voice with difficulty: "You make soup...without sugar, it tastes as bad as traditional Chinese medicine."

His voice at the moment is very subtle, faintly revealing the hoarseness that has been soaked by the aftertaste of orgasm after every wanton orgasm.Wei Ran couldn't hear the sound. As soon as the words started, the small flame in his body let out a squeak and quickly raised his head, followed by a series of conditioned physiological reactions. The tailbone was electrified, the heat surged up, and the Adam's apple twitched. ,Emotionally.

Wei Ran quickly cut off the untimely evil thoughts, let go of Fu Yiheng's waist, dragged his arms and carried him to the kitchen, then picked him up and put him on the counter, poured the soup from the earthen pot into the porcelain bowl himself, Then he picked up the spoon himself and fed him mouthful with a cold face.

Fu Yiheng is a big man now, without that face, he always acted like a baby, took two sips, was awkward, wanted to take the bowl and spoon and come by himself, but Wei Ran held down his arm.

"You don't want me to feed you, do you?" Wei Ran snorted, "I want to. This is punishment. If you don't drink it once, I will feed it myself for the next ten times. If you don't drink it, just feed it mouth to mouth. It's disgusting. you."

Fu Yiheng rolled his eyes restrainedly, and said to himself, don't you feed me with mouth to mouth?What the hell is this guy doing?

After the man fed one bowl, he seemed to be addicted to it, and he fed another bowl. Fu Yiheng obediently drank three bowls in a row, couldn't drink any more, and was in a panic.Seeing Wei Ran's expression, he felt a little regretful, he put down the bowl, muttered that Fu Yiheng's appetite was too small to gain weight, and led someone to the cloakroom.

"Atletico Madrid invited you to the celebration banquet, why didn't you go?" After drinking the soup, Fu Yiheng felt that his throat improved immediately, at least he could speak complete sentences.

"Did you hear the call?" Wei Ran opened the vertical wardrobe, picked out one set of clothes after another and gestured at Fu Yiheng's body in the air, his tone was a little cold, "There is no reason, I just don't want to join in the fun. Work belongs to work, life belongs to life .When the project is completed, all my time will belong to you. No one can embezzle without permission."

"Hmm..." Fu Yiheng nodded, "This is a bit sweet, worth five mints!"

Wei Ran leaned forward and kissed him: "Then I'll tell you every day from now on, you quit all sugar."

"Hey, what a ruthless man." Fu Yiheng took a light-colored casual suit he had chosen, put it on the armrest of the low stool, and began to unbutton the pajamas, "But Wei Ran, I hope you can make more friends. Liu Yingchao went abroad I haven’t seen anyone you’ve been with since then. I’ve met Atletico Madrid a few times, and I have a good impression of him, and he’s also warm.”

Wei Ran handed him another mid-neck knitted sweater of the same color: "You are enough for me."

"Not enough." Fu Yiheng smiled helplessly, as if he heard his son say that he didn't want to make friends in this lifetime.All the buttons of the pajamas were unbuttoned, revealing his smooth, silky but flexible figure in the air. He looked at Wei Ran behind him in the full-length mirror, and his tone was so calm and teasing, "Little friend Wei, the teacher is better than you!" You are ten years older, we can live together intimately for 20 years, 30 years, or even longer, but there is always an end, right? I don’t want to end up dying and leaving you alone in the world Come on, no one came to persuade you, and no one pulled you out for a walk, so..."

"Fu Yiheng." Wei Ran frowned and interrupted him, "Don't say such things."

"Okay, don't talk about it. I just want you to make more friends." Fu Yiheng lowered his eyelids and picked up the soft and light knitted sweater, "That's all."

Wei Ran's complexion was not very good, he turned his back to face the well-groomed wardrobe, he looked like he was thinking about his mistakes, and he seemed to be angry and shut himself up.Fu Yiheng peeked at him several times in succession, regretting in his heart, blaming himself for saying the wrong thing.He knew that what Wei Ran hated the most right now was the damn age difference.

The source of this incident has to start from the day when Wei Ran played mahjong with Qin Fangfei as usual when he returned to the old city last time.The old man Zhang next door is Qin Fangfei's regular mahjong friend, and he was there that day. The precious dog he picked up on the road was beaten up by a million times as soon as he came in.

Qin Fangfei laughed at him for caring more about dogs than he did for his wife back then.

Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.This old man died of his wife at the age of 50, and has been living alone for eight years this year, and he is usually suffocated. run outside.

It turned out that old man Zhang's marriage was a typical child bride model in the old society. His wife was ten years older than him, and his body was not good when he was young. After giving birth to two children, he became worse every day.Although they are child brides-in-law, they are not as free as they are now in love, but the old man Zhang and his wife are truly in love with each other. They have been in love for a lifetime. Seeing that everything is settled, they will wait until they grow old. Unexpectedly, his wife was diagnosed with cancer and passed away early.

"Originally, I thought that women live longer than men. Maybe a ten-year-old man can just make up a similar time to die together, so as not to stay alone for too long." Zhang old man held the dog's head pitifully Rubbing for a while, tears flashed in her cloudy eyes, "She's going first now, and the older teenager has become a thorn in my heart. I always think, if it's about the same age? If people's life span is so Life is predestined long ago, so if we are about the same age, we can stay together for ten years. Ten years, we can't even ask for it."

At that time, Fu Yiheng was sitting at the table quietly looking at the cards, and his heart tightened when he heard this stupid words.Turning his face to look, he found that Wei Ran's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were straightened. He probably felt even worse in his heart, so he quickly changed the subject with a few perfunctory sentences.

After that, Wei Ran cared a little bit about this age issue, and he also cared more about Fu Yiheng's body. When he encountered a little bit of headache and brain fever, this person would jump up and down like crazy. Fu Yiheng has seen five groups of medical teams before and after, including traditional Chinese medicine and western medicine, both at home and abroad.The four words of worrying about gains and losses were almost enlarged and typed out to be pasted on Wei Ran's forehead.

Sometimes Fu Yiheng gets annoyed, and if he doesn't cooperate for a while, Mr. Wei will hold the lame cat at home and sit on the edge of the bed, look at him sadly, and ask, "Do you think I look like me?"

Fu Yiheng was inexplicable: "Like what?"

Wei Ran rubbed the cat's head: "Old man Zhang lives with a dog."

Fu Yiheng: "..."

Old man Zhang is very harmful.

Fu Yiheng was in a daze, his trouser legs were put on wrongly, and he was tearing them off, when the person behind him said "Huh", he saw something in the pile of shirts, and was grabbing one end and pulling it out.Fu Yiheng's heart skipped a beat all of a sudden, his heart was broken, he didn't care about half of his trouser legs, and turned around with one bare leg: "Hey, don't talk, don't talk."

It was too late, and it was already pulled out - a high-grade silk tie imported from Italy, with a low-key and luxurious sapphire inlaid on it.

Wei Ran's eyebrows were almost raised to the hairline: "Why does it look familiar?"

Fu Yiheng's face suddenly turned red, just like overcooked shrimp, as if someone had discovered some unspeakable secret.He closed his mouth, scratched his nose, and while Wei Ran was distracted to look at his face, he reached out quickly, took the tie back, and rubbed it in the palm of his hand.

"Shall I give it to you?" Wei Ran grabbed his wrist, pulled him closer, and rubbed his hand vaguely on his smooth thigh, "I remember, I went to the counter in person and picked it out carefully. I asked later Get up, you said you threw it away, so you lied to me?"

Fu Yiheng lowered his head and refused to admit it.

Unrelenting, Wei Ran raised his chin and coaxed him gently, "Huh? Teacher Fu, talk."

Fu Yiheng pointed to his throat and shook his head—oh, this voice is quite human, and he has learned to lose his voice strategically.

Wei Ran hissed, and his fingers started to ignite, from his thighs up, into the slim knitted sweater he just wore, and rubbed the tips of Fu Yiheng's blushing ears: "Tell me, what are you hiding these ties for? Just think about it." Is it? This is nothing shameful, why did you lie to me and say you lost it? Or, is there any other use..."

He laughed softly, his magnetic voice rippling with hormones, penetrated into the cochlea, and stirred his heart.

Fu Yiheng trembled almost imperceptibly, and his drooping eyelashes trembled, as if someone had poked a secret, and he was ashamed.He clenched his teeth, and the words he said were as thin as mosquitoes: "You think too much."

"Really? You know what I think?" Wei Ran drew circles on his shoulder blades.Fu Yiheng's blushing cheeks felt the vibrating resonance in the opponent's chest, and Wei Ran spoke softly, "When we did it for the first time, I covered your eyes with your tie, lest you see the ugly me controlled by desire For the next four years, I thought about it day and night, lest you forget, so I sent you a tie every year to remind you—remember? A man named Wei Ran once violated you—your heart , your body."

He held his shoulders and turned the man around, facing the big floor-to-ceiling mirror: "This is my original intention on this tie. What about you, Fu Yiheng, what are you thinking about while keeping it and looking at it?"

Fu Yiheng didn't want to look at his blushing self in the mirror, so he stepped back, and was surprised to find that the man behind him had fiercely pressed his buttocks. He wanted to close his eyes, but it seemed too artificial, so he could only look through the mirror. , staring at Wei Ran sternly, like an angry puffer fish.

But soon, the puffer fish became discouraged.

Wei Ran's brown eyes danced with sly and wicked light, and his voice became lively: "Oh, I see, you are reminiscing, right?"

Fu Yiheng: "!"

"Tsk, I can't tell, Mr. Fu." Wei Ran's eyes darkened, "When I was not around, did you just point at this thing and blaspheme yourself..."

Fu Yiheng turned around and covered his mouth, couldn't help but opened his mouth, the skin all over his body was red: "Nonsense!"

"I'm talking nonsense? Then why did you react so strongly?" Wei Ran was mostly joking and teasing at first, but now he was really suspicious, "I really guessed it right?"

Fu Yiheng didn't want to entangle this topic any more, so he broke away from him, put on his pants repeatedly, and wanted to escape.Wei Ran stopped the way, hugged him in a low body, carried him directly on his shoulders, strode into the bedroom, threw him on the bed, and bullied him onto it.First kissed from head to toe, melted the person, made the kiss soft, and lost the strength to struggle, then pulled out the tie that Fu Yiheng was holding tightly in his hand, and repeated the same trick.

The good spring mattress squeaked.

"When you do it yourself, is it like this? You blindfold yourself with a tie?" Wei Ran tortured unwillingly, with that posture, he would never stop until he got something out of it.

"How often? How often?"

"How to play? Front or back, left hand or right hand?"

"What do you think about when you're doing it? Do you miss me? When I'm with you? Are you comfortable? If you're comfortable, just call twice."

"Teacher Fu, look at me..."

Fu Yiheng was so annoyed that he couldn't help it. He raised his foot and kicked his bright chest, his voice was so hoarse: "Are you done? Are you making trouble for no reason? How can I look at you when I'm blindfolded?"

Wei Ran pressed his knees, separated them to the extreme, panted heavily and fell on his sweaty chest and belly with a low smile: "You, why are you so cute?"

Fu Yiheng swallowed the saliva in his mouth: "Get lost."

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