"This contains A-Jiu's phone location information." Feng Chi looked up at him. " A-Jiu's schedule will get increasingly packed after the New Year. During this time, I need you to help take care of him."
Xu Mingzhuo frowned slightly, realizing something was wrong. "Where are you going?"
"Go abroad and take care of someone."
"Who?"
Feng Chi frowned, and after a long silence, instead of answering, asked, "Do you believe in reincarnation?"
Xu Mingzhuo:?
Forty-five minutes later, Xu Mingzhuo pulled his bathrobe tighter, took out his laptop from the study, and said to Feng Chi while entering information, "I agree, but a single cell phone might not be enough. The target is too large; it'll be useless if it's destroyed or taken away."
You don't need to worry about that.
He lightly tapped the unidentified black object with his fingertip and pushed it towards Xu Mingzhuo.
"The watch also has a GPS tracking feature, so he never leaves it behind. Plus, mechanical watches are highly discreet and not easily noticed."
"If your phone's location sharing is not working, check this."
After speaking, Feng Chi paused slightly, then reluctantly added, "Don't open it until the very end; it's being monitored."
Xu Mingzhuo: "..."
Xu Mingzhuo stopped typing, and after a long pause, he looked up stiffly. "... Entrapment is wrong, you know that?"
Feng Chi's eyes narrowed, and his tone turned cold. "Then tell me, is there a better way?"
During the five hours Wen Jiu was missing in his previous life, Feng Chi was almost frantic with worry.
Feng Chi never wants to experience that feeling again.
If he could ensure that Wen Jiu remained within his sight, he wouldn't care about anything else.
Xu Mingzhuo, recalling his talk of a past life, couldn't refute it. "Fine."
At the same time, he silently thought to himself: I think you are the most dangerous villain lurking around Wen Jiu.
The two discussed for another two hours, from Wen Jiu's personal safety to company affairs, and from the Feng to Wen Jiu. After the discussion, Xu Mingzhuo let out a painful wail and hurriedly got up to see the man off.
Xu Mingzhuo: "Give me a raise!"
Feng Chi nodded in agreement, but then turned back, still feeling uneasy, and added, "If A-Jiu is safe and sound, when I return, your wedding with Cai Qing..."
Xu Mingzhuo's eyes lit up, and he finally perked up. However, before he could react, the door opened.
Cai Qing came out wearing obviously ill-fitting pajamas, rubbing her eyes as she called out, "You, surnamed Xu..."
The unspoken words remained stuck in my throat.
Feng Chi: "..."
Xu Mingzhuo: "..."
Cai Qing: "..."
Cai Qing hurriedly adjusted her clothes, but her neck and collarbone were covered in hickeys. As Feng's top assistant, Cai Qing was always impeccably neat and meticulous. In front of her boss, her suit would never be unbuttoned, not even by a single button.
But now, he was disheveled, his shirt was loosely draped over his shoulders, and he wasn't even wearing pants!
Cai Qing hurriedly bowed and stammered as she called out "Big Boss," her voice so broken it was almost unbearable to listen to; she was practically on the verge of tears!
Oh my god!
What should I do if I'm caught having an affair with the CEO by the chairman?
Feng Chi nodded to him, his voice as calm as ever, his expression unwavering. "I'll be going now, you guys get back to your work."
Xu Mingzhuo was ruthless, shrewd, and efficient in his actions; he even inherited his superior's thick skin. "Oh, my wedding..."
I won't break my promise.
Feng Chi arrived suddenly and left just as abruptly, giving Cai Qing no chance to make excuses.
Xu Mingzhuo was overjoyed to receive the promise. He rushed over, grabbed the person, and kissed them, saying, "Great, great, a match made in heaven."
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Are you hungry? I'll make you some dumplings.
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Xu Mingzhuo didn't care whether he understood or not. Like a dragon that had stolen a princess, he simply hoisted the man onto his shoulder and happily went back into the house.
When Wen Jiu woke up, she stared at the ceiling for half an hour with her eyes open.
I still can't figure out where Feng Chi learned that technique.
Hearing the door open, she mechanically turned her head, gritted her teeth, and announced, "Fine, separate rooms for a week!"
Feng Chi carried two small rice cookers and two pairs of bowls and chopsticks. He walked in against the Against the Light, placed the rice cookers on the table, and turned them on.
"Today we're having eight-treasure porridge, plus a basket of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings)." Feng Chi ladled out a bowl of porridge, stirred it well with a spoon, and said, "It'll be filled with broth and fresh meat."
Wen Jiu's gaze unconsciously lingered on the other person's lean and powerful waist, gradually moving upwards.
The man wore a bear apron, and his handsome profile looked strikingly good in the rising mist. This scoundrel was certain that she was powerless against him, and every time he got too rough, he would put on this docile and virtuous wife act.
Wen Jiu swallowed, his whole body aching so much he couldn't even get up. He closed his eyes and held fast to his Dao heart.
"Room allocation! Within a week!"
Feng Chi sat on the edge of the bed, helping him lean against the headboard. His long, handsome hands held a soup spoon, and he slowly stirred the soup and blew on it to cool it down.
He took a small sip to make sure it wasn't too hot before feeding it to Wen Jiu: "Wife, drink your porridge."
Wen Jiu snorted coldly, gulped down a mouthful of porridge from his hand, and insisted, "We'll sleep in separate rooms!"
Feng Chi lowered his eyes, even the strands of his hair exuding a sense of grievance. "Mmm... wife, one more bite."
Wen Jiu bit down hard on the spoon, and mumbled fiercely, "Why are you putting on such a pitiful act?"
"Let me tell you, no matter how much you try to play dumb with me today, I won't soften my heart!"
Little Hubby Feng continued feeding him, "... Oh."
Wen Jiu glanced at him and shifted uncomfortably.
After a while, she couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you drinking?"
"Wife, you drink first."
Wen Jiu felt inexplicably uneasy.
Having finally finished her drink, Wen Jiu saw Feng Chi heading to get more steamed buns. She couldn't take it anymore. " Feng Chi!"
Feng Chi continued feeding him, carefully calculating his appetite. He only put down the bowl after he had eaten three small steamed buns, his expression serious. "Wife, I need to go abroad for a while."
Wen Jiu couldn't swallow the last bite of the steamed bun and froze on the spot.
With puffed-out cheeks, she stared at him with wide, peach-blossom eyes.
"You..."
Glug!
Wen Jiu swallowed hard, and said dryly, "Are you trying to fool me again? To trick me into calming down?"
"No, it's just about room allocation..." Wen Jiu chuckled, "I... I was just saying it!"
"Since you're so afraid, five days it is... Four days? Two days, that's the least you can do!"
Wen Jiu spoke, her confidence waned, until finally she reached for his hand, looked up at him, and said, "We're not breaking up anymore, we're not breaking up. I'm not really that angry anyway."
"... Don't go."
Feng Chi's apple bobbed, and he suddenly pulled the person into his arms.
My heart is completely filled with the person in front of me.
Wen Jiu blinked, her eyes inexplicably reddening. "Are you... going to find him?"
The hand around his waist tightened its grip, as if it wanted to melt him into its very bones. Feng Chi responded in a muffled voice, "Mmm."
Are you going to kill him again?
He must die.
Wen Jiu understood, but he didn't want Feng Chi to confront that madman again; he'd rather hand him over to the military.
" Shen Qianshan is also trying to kill him this time, right?" Wen Jiu guessed. "You'll be with Shen Qianshan this time, won't you?"
Feng Chi kissed him and said with a smile, "Looks like my wife isn't so stupid after all."
"Stop being cheeky!" Wen Jiu slapped him, looking fierce, but then lowered her head and smiled.
I felt much more at ease.
Although he knew that Feng Chi could kill Gu Xun even without cooperating with Shen Qianshan, the word "soldier" itself was enough to give him a sense of security. Wen Jiu thought that with Shen Qianshan around, Feng Chi would not be the same as in his previous life.
They won't go crazy, nor will they end up covered in wounds.
Most importantly, it prevents these beautiful, clean hands from getting dirty.
I know that even if I wanted to, you wouldn't let me go.
Wen Jiu knew his own mediocre skills and that he would only be a hindrance if he went. He opened Feng Chi's palm, turned the ring on his ring finger, and then snapped his fingers shut one by one.
It opened, then closed again.
After several rounds of this, Wen Jiu came to her senses. "Go ahead and take care of yourself. I'll be waiting for you at home."