Qi Beisong had a hot and sleepless night and went straight to the company early the next morning.
His sister, Commander Qi, has a talent for business and is a lucky general. Over the past three years, she has not been aggressive or iron-fisted, but has made the Hongsheng Group flourish.
Seeing him coming, Commander Qi was puzzled and asked, "Why are you here? Why don't you go back to accompany your grandfather? Are you mentally retarded again?"
"I'm here to work." Qi Beisong said.
Commander Qi said, "Go away."
During the days when Qi Beisong was in a coma, Commander Qi prayed to God and Buddha all day long hoping that he would wake up; after he woke up, Commander Qi was still thinking about his quick recovery. Now that he has recovered, Commander Qi began to be angry with him, thinking that he had forgotten Cheng Ji.
I didn’t dare to mention it in the past two years, and now even if I mention it, he will be like a piece of wood, which makes me so angry!
Commander Qi is the daughter of a general, a beauty-obsessed woman. She thinks her younger brother is like the pig she raised, but thinks Cheng Ji is like a flower.
Qi Beisong would not leave. He wanted to work hard and show his performance to Geng Chunhong!
Near noon, Cheng Ji sent him a message: What time do you get off work
He replied seriously: Three o'clock.
He is the boss and can leave work whenever he wants. He said that leaving work earlier would allow him to spend more time with Chunhong.
So early? Cheng Ji asked.
Qi Beisong was just about to change it to four o'clock, but Cheng Ji said: I have a day off today, see you at three o'clock.
Qi Beisong was so happy that he was walking around the office.
Commander Qi was already a bit busy, and seeing this, he became even more impatient, and he yelled, "Pigs that dig into the pen, dig into the trough, run through the fence, and chew the wall are usually in heat! Just take them out and mate them! You are not smart, who can you mate with? !"
Qi Beisong also pointed at her and said, "You are a CEO now, can you stop talking about pigs, cows, sheep and dogs? Have you ever raised one?"
Commander Qi had actually raised pigs. When she was 18 years old, she joined the army and raised pigs in a frontier breeding class for two years. Because she was a good pig farmer, she was awarded the glorious big red flower.
She said angrily, "Don't insult pigs. I have feelings for pigs!"
Qi Beisong covered his ears and went downstairs just after two o'clock. He was embarrassed to stand there and be seen, so he just wandered around. After he walked a kilometer to buy a cup of milk tea, he finally saw Cheng Ji.
Cheng Ji sat astride a half-used electric bike, concentrating on reading messages.
A moment later Qi Beisong received three words: I'm here.
Qi Beisong didn't reply, he wanted to look at him for a while longer. It was the first time he met someone who came to pick him up in an electric car, and he was even more aggressive than Commander Qi.
He slowly approached with the milk tea in hand, trying his best to control his expression until he met Cheng Ji's eyes.
The sun was shining brightly, shining on Cheng Ji's fair and handsome face, making everything around him pale in comparison.
Cheng Ji smiled at him, showing a row of cute teeth, and said frankly: "Mr. Qi, I'm going to wrong you later. I promised too quickly yesterday, and only remembered that I didn't have a car when I got home."
With Qi Beisong's current mood, let alone the fact that Cheng Ji came on an electric bike, he would be happy even if he pulled a large cart for Mr. Qi to sit on!
"Milk tea." Qi Beisong held up the gift in his hand.
"For me?" Cheng Ji asked.
"Um."
Cheng Ji tilted his head slightly, wondering how come he still remembered that I like milk tea
Qi Beisong doesn't remember, it's just his intuition.
"Thank you." Cheng Ji was thirsty.
Qi Beisong raised his chin and asked, "Can this car carry people?"
"No, the traffic police are catching people at the intersection ahead." Cheng Ji took a sip of milk tea, "You ride my bike and I'll run back."
Qi Beisong couldn't hold back his laughter and asked, "Is this how you pursued your wife?"
Cheng Ji said seriously: "I never chased my wife, it was my wife who chased me. My wife has a Bentley, do you have one?"
Qi Beisong said: "Yes, there is, but I just can't figure out how people got together with you?"
"We didn't get together." Cheng Ji buried his head in his tea, "We can't separate them now."
"..." Qi Beisong stopped laughing, coughed twice and asked, "Where are we going next?"
"Come to my house and I'll treat you to a meal."
Qi Beisong was surprised and asked, "Going to your home for the first time?"
"Yes, and the first time you meet my dad is the first time." Cheng Ji looked at Qi Beisong mischievously, "It's difficult mode if you meet me, do you dare?"
He knew the latter's personality very well. He was soft-hearted and would not back down. He was stubborn and would never back down. The more challenging the task, the more he would take on it, even if he would not get any reward.
As expected, Qi Beisong nodded and said, "Okay, wait a moment, I'll go to the car and get two bottles of wine for your dad."
Cheng Ji laughed: "I was kidding, he's on duty and not at home!"
He laughed so hard that he choked and jumped off the electric bike and walked to the side.
Qi Beisong followed him without blinking, knowing that he was just throwing away the trash, but still thought every inch of him was cute, and he didn't even realize how cute he was.
His hair was short and prickly, and he was wearing sportswear from head to toe, and judging by the style, it might have been bought by his father. Qi Beisong thought the cutest thing about him was that he always stood straight like a javelin, as if there were springs on his waist and back.
Standing straight, energetic! Even if Qi Beisong thought of the passionate lady in the middle of the night and thought that she was actually a fairy, she was also an energetic fairy.
The two of them set off on the road, and Cheng Ji ran behind the electric bike with a smile on his face, like a high school student who had just finished school.
Qi Beisong couldn't help turning his head to look, it was the first time in his life that he walked a fairy, it was very new!
Cheng Ji said, "You ride your bike! I have to run three kilometers every morning, so this distance is nothing to me!"
Qi Beisong asked: "How far is your home from here?"
"About five or six kilometers!" Cheng Ji said, "But we can turn to a small road ahead!"
"What happens after we turn onto the side road?"
“It’s against the law!”
Passing a busy intersection, Cheng Ji directed: "Turn left!" As soon as Qi Beisong turned, Cheng Ji jumped into his back seat.
"I won't check this place anymore." Cheng Jiwei said panting.
He put his hand on Qi Beisong's shoulder, and at that moment Qi Beisong almost lost his grip on the handlebars!
Qi Beisong turned his head and glanced at the hand on his shoulder. It was white and slender, but there was a blood scab that had just healed on the side of the index finger.
"How did you get hurt?" he asked.
In fact, Cheng Ji was accidentally scratched by a machine during training, but he said, "It was a razor."
"Your razor is really wronged." Qi Beisong said, "You can blame it for everything."
Cheng Ji chuckled twice, and suddenly reached out and touched his face. Qi Beisong trembled all over!
This action was quite abrupt for two people on their first date, but Cheng Ji did it very naturally.
"The working people are thick-skinned and don't care about those minor bumps," said Cheng Ji.
Qi Beisong also felt that those were not a pair of delicate hands. The rough calluses on the palms rubbed against his skin, bringing a tingling sensation like an electric shock. Those were definitely a pair of men's hands, and they had been tested a lot.
He felt distressed, not only for the hands, but also for the person.
In fact, he saw him crying last night, even though he had his back turned. He was crying for his wife, but it was a pity that his wife didn't know how to return this deep love.
Qi Beisong felt that he understood. Although he didn't know the other person yet, he always had a premonition that if he left now, he would never meet a more suitable person in his life. To recognize someone, one really only needs one glance.
He suddenly felt that the past two years had been so fleeting and meaningless. He should have come back earlier, looked for her earlier, and met her earlier. Even if he couldn't move or speak, at least his heart would still beat for her.
He asked Cheng Ji: "What did you do before you became a traffic coordinator?"
Cheng Ji whispered in his ear: "International mercenaries."
Qi Beisong slammed the brakes and almost threw both of them out!
He supported himself on one foot, incredulous: "International mercenaries?"
"Yes." Cheng Ji's expression didn't seem like he was lying.
"So... who are you employed by?"
In a sense, it is Zheng Haiping.
The expenses of a team in Country R were huge. The funds, equipment and supplies provided by Zheng Haiping were enough to deal with a private armed force that was three times larger than theirs.
During the months of tracking Shen Zimo, they mostly relied on Zheng Haiping's support; when they captured Shen Zimo and went to Country R for the second time, they finally obtained support from the relevant departments and declined part of the assistance from Brother Hai.
But before they were forced to "sacrifice", Brother Hai still traveled thousands of miles to bring them delicious food. Otherwise, why would Lao Geng say that he wanted to give Brother Hai a gold plaque? (The gold plaque reads: Transport Captain)
Zheng Haiping represents the Qi family, so Cheng Ji wanted to say "It's you" to Qi Beisong, but he finally held back.
He patted Qi Beisong on the shoulder and said, "Turn right at the next intersection and go into the vegetable market."
"Why go to the market?"
"I'm treating you to a meal, so don't I need to buy the food?" Cheng Ji said, "I'll buy and cook it right away. That's pretty sincere, isn't it?"
Not necessarily sincere, very hardcore!
Qi Beisong couldn't help but praise his ex-wife again, thinking that it wasn't easy for him!
Fortunately, although Qi Beisong is picky, he will accept everything when he likes someone. He feels that as long as Geng Chunhong is by his side, he will be happy to eat top-notch food or eat skewers on the street.
He had been to the market several times when he was a child with his grandmother or nanny. Now, when he stepped into it again, it was as if he had returned to 20 years ago. It was still as crowded, noisy, smelly, and inevitably dirty as before. He obviously didn't like the stench of the poultry and meat areas, but he was reluctant to leave.
Cheng Ji was happily buying vegetables, grabbing a handful of celery here, a handful of green onions there, cutting a few pieces of pork tenderloin here, killing a chicken over there... He bought so much that he couldn't hold it all with his hands, and he also gave a few plastic bags to Qi Beisong.
Qi Beisong asked: "Are you feeding people or pigs?"
Cheng Ji smiled but didn't answer. He piled up the spoils on the electric bike. He looked at Qi Beisong's clothes and saw that he was dressed neatly, so he said, "I'll ride the bike, you sit in the back, the back is clean."
This put Qi Beisong in a difficult position. The electric bike was already a bit crowded with two grown men sitting on it, and he didn't know where to put his hands.
Finally I had to put it on my thigh.
He regretted that he should not have agreed to Cheng Ji's request to change seats.
Being so close, he could smell the refreshing and familiar scent on the other person, which came from some old domestic brand of soap or shampoo. It was actually quite white and pure, but it made Qi Beisong's nose feel hot. If Cheng Ji turned around and looked at him at this moment, it would be more effective than the tonic wine.
If Cheng Ji moved a few more times, he felt that something down there would be deformed.
Cheng Ji actually moved! The chicken he had just killed at the market kept poking his legs with its claws, and he adjusted his posture to avoid it.
When Qi Beisong was rubbed by the opponent's cute and round little butt for the third time, he lost and waited for Cheng Ji to step on the brakes before falling to the ground.
Cheng Ji turned his head and looked at him in confusion. He said with a trembling heart: "I can just run after you!"
Cheng Ji looked at the leather shoes on his feet.
"I run as much as you every day," Qi Beisong explained.
Cheng Ji smiled and said, "Let's run. We are close now anyway."
He slowed down and tried to ride side by side with Qi Beisong. If he accidentally drove past them, he would stop and wait for a while.
Qi Beisong suddenly had an inappropriate thought, that is, the person in front of him might like him.
He was secretly happy about this, but also confused. He knew that he fell in love at first sight, but what about the other party? Was he so gentle for no reason
He is still the same as before, with a large number of people following him. He is high and mighty, and the others are crying and shouting to be with him.
But as soon as he stood in front of Cheng Ji, he forgot who he was, and even reversed his status and situation, putting himself down. He didn't have time to think about why, he just felt that it was right, so when Cheng Ji raised his clear eyes and smiled at him, he ran a little clumsily.
Cheng Ji stopped in front of him again and Qi Beisong quickly caught up with him. He was sweating a little and took off his coat and put it on the electric bike.
"Make another one?" Cheng Ji suddenly asked.
"What?"
Cheng Ji recognized the small cloth label on the inside of his cuffs. It meant high-end customization. The price of this piece of clothing could probably buy two hundred electric vehicles.
"Isn't this dress expensive?" Cheng Ji asked.
Qi Beisong's answer was the same as always: "I've worn it for years. Who cares if it's old or not?"
Cheng Jizhi pointed ahead: "My home is there."
Qi Beisong looked up and saw an old residential area with houses that were at least thirty years old.
"Workers' New Village, have you been here before?" Cheng Ji observed his expression.
Qi Beisong didn't react. Of course, he couldn't even remember Cheng Ji himself, not to mention he only saw the old house.
Cheng Ji took him home.
When the door opened, Qi Beisong felt that the light was dim, which was a common problem of old houses—small rooms and poor lighting. Cheng Ji turned on the lights, asked Qi Beisong to sit at the table, made him some tea, and then went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients.
"My house is not very well-off, don't mind." Cheng Ji said.
It was quite shabby, but clean. Old Geng had been in prison for a long time, so he was very good at keeping things in order, and his quilts were folded into tofu blocks.
Seeing Qi Beisong looking around, Cheng Ji took the initiative to push open the door, and the 2.5-meter-by-2.5-meter-high imported fully-enclosed calfskin luxury bed appeared in front of the two of them.
As expected, Qi Beisong gasped and almost dropped the teacup in his hand!
"…How was it transported in?" His question was also Cheng Ji's question.
The price of this bed is enough to buy all the furniture for the whole family. It is so out of place that Qi Beisong couldn't help but ask again: "Do you like this exaggerated style?"
"I don't like it." Cheng Ji said, "I sleep in it because I can't transport it out."
After saying this, he returned to the kitchen, leaving Qi Beisong standing alone by the bed. He seemed to be troubled by something, and he frowned for a long time in a trance.
Cheng Ji washed the dishes for a while and came to see him. He found that he was still in a daze, so he asked, "What's wrong?"
Qi Beisong asked: "Is this the original wedding room for you and your wife?"
Cheng Ji burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Yes, yes, yes, the bed was also bought by my wife!" Cheng Ji covered his mouth with laughter, "It's a pity that he has never rolled around for a day!"
"Why?"
Cheng Ji said: "Because he doesn't want me."
Qi Beisong simply couldn't imagine that there would be such a psychopath in the world. He wasted natural resources and didn't know how to cherish them. He deserved to be beaten to death! If beating him to death wasn't enough, he would light a sky lantern!
Cheng Ji was washing and cutting skillfully in the kitchen. Qi Beisong had nothing to do, so he leaned against the kitchen door and watched him.
Cheng Ji took off his coat and wore only a black long-sleeved T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wore an apron and thin gloves and was busy processing prawns at the sink.
Qi Beisong felt vaguely that this scene was familiar, and his heart softened.
He started from the snow-white neck, then looked down to the straight back and perfect waistline, then to the perky buttocks and slender legs. They were not very strong, even a little thin, but firm, flexible and full of strength, like a small animal.
There was soup boiling in the pot, and Cheng Ji was so hot from the heat that he rolled up his trouser legs, exposing his ankles.
Qi Beisong couldn't stand the smell of him, and looking at his white ankles for a long time made him even more itchy, so he quickly walked back to the table in the living room and gulped down a mouthful of water.
He had a feeling that he couldn't deal with the body in front of him - of course, not the kind in bed, but he couldn't beat it.
… It’s strange. When he thought about how Master Qi was invincible in the courtyard, fierce and violent, why did he feel that he couldn’t defeat the person in front of him
Cheng Ji turned his head and glanced at him, asking, "What's wrong?"
"Can you fight?" Qi Beisong asked.
Cheng Ji stopped and said, "Yes."
"Which one?"
"Military and police fighting, and a little Gracie Jiu-Jitsu." Cheng Ji's eyes sparkled, "How did you know that?"
Qi Beisong still didn't know.
The door suddenly slammed, startling the two of them. Cheng Ji wondered who would come at this time? Lao Geng was on duty and would not be off until 10 pm.
He opened the door and saw that it was Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan came back from the training ground, his face tanned and shiny, and said in a dead voice: "The food in the cafeteria is really too disgusting, please give me a meal!"
Cheng Ji really wanted to chop him on the forehead with a knife, and whispered, "Get lost!"
"Good brother..." Chen Chuan clasped his hands together, tears in his eyes, and half-bent his knees, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry!"
"I'm fucking busy!" Cheng Ji said anxiously and in a low voice.
Chen Chuan pretended to be angry: "Bah! Cold and mean! Brother Chuan also has a backbone. From now on, I will never beg for food in front of your Cheng family!"
Cheng Ji then closed the door, but Chen Chuan quickly stopped him: "I'm really hungry..."
"Go, go, go!" Cheng Ji said angrily, "I'm busy with important matters in my life!"
"What's the matter? Can Brother Chuan help you?"
At this time, Qi Beisong's voice came from inside the door: "Your friend?"
Chen Chuan was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to say, "Qi... Qi... Young Master Qi?!"
Qi Beisong tilted his head slightly: "Do you know me?"
Chen Chuan said: "I..."
He knew Qi Beisong half a year earlier than Cheng Ji, but he didn't expect that he had been forgotten by others.
He quickly looked at Qi Beisong and Cheng Ji, and immediately understood. He hooked his arm around Cheng Ji's neck and whispered to him, "Fuck you, you didn't even tell me that you were having a romantic encounter again, and now I'm here to be a light bulb!"
Cheng Ji said: "It's not too late to leave now."
Qi Beisong was a little unhappy when he saw the two of them being so intimate, so he asked, "Are you Xiao Geng's friend?"
Xiao Geng? Geng Chunhong?
When Chen Chuan heard this ridiculous name, he became malicious and turned around and said, "Wrong!"
Cheng Ji knew that he was going to talk nonsense, so he quickly winked at him.
Chen Chuan ignored him and said, "Xiao Geng and I are not friends!"
Qi Beisong asked: "What is that?"
Chen Chuan was so clever that he understood as soon as he saw Qi Beisong's distracted look. Although Master Qi was still unable to match "Cheng Ji" and "Geng Chunhong", he had obviously fallen into the same trap twice.
Look at what bad fate is! Young Master Qi should also go to the temple to ask the old monk to tell his fortune. There can't be any falsehood in scientific things!
Chen Chuan thought, since I'm here, I have to fulfill some responsibilities, right? You can only get a position if you are capable, and you need to do more if you have a position!
He was not kind at all. He put his arm around Cheng Ji's shoulder and said, "We are... we are dating, and I am his wife!"
"… "
Cheng Jihui went to the kitchen and pulled out a knife to chop Chen Chuan, but Qi Beisong shrugged and laughed.
Cheng Ji and Chen Chuan asked at the same time: "What are you laughing at?"
Qi Beisong laughed so hard that tears came out: "Hahahaha!!"
Chen Chuan was not convinced, so he put his arm around Cheng Ji's neck and asked, "What are you laughing at? This is my husband!"
"Ha ha ha ha… "
Finally, Qi Beisong stopped laughing, crossed his arms, and said with a half-helpless and half-sneerful expression: "Do you think I'm stupid? What nonsense are you two straight men talking about?"
"… "
Chen Chuan was a little embarrassed.
He patted Cheng Ji's chest and straightened his collar: "Hubby, I'm leaving first."
Qi Beisong asked: "You still call me husband?"
Chen Chuan made a heart shape with his hands to Cheng Ji and ran downstairs!
Qi Beisong frowned and glared. Seeing Cheng Ji staring at him intently, he suddenly felt regretful: "Uh... am I too direct? Who is he to you?"
"We are colleagues," Cheng Ji said. "When I was abroad, he was my brother in the same trench."
Qi Beisong was quite surprised and felt mixed emotions, mainly jealousy.
"So you two are very familiar with each other?" Even Cheng Ji could sense the sourness in his tone.
The latter laughed secretly, thinking that it was really hard to change one's nature. After several years of suffering, Young Master Qi still liked to be jealous, and he was jealous of everyone.
"Very familiar." Cheng Ji confirmed, "We are almost inseparable. It's very cold there in the winter, and we often sleep in the same sleeping bag to keep warm."
You can be jealous all you want, it’s your fault for forgetting about me!
Qi Beisong's face turned green with jealousy, but he couldn't express it frankly, so he could only smack his lips: "Tsk, the same sleeping bag, who is so stingy when hiring mercenaries? Why not give each person a single sleeping bag?"
He could imagine how cute Cheng Ji was lying in the sleeping bag, with a thin waist and a firm back. She was just a little smaller than him when she was in his arms. How enjoyable it would be to hug her in the deep winter. The straight man just now didn't know how to enjoy himself at all, and he might even squeeze her on purpose!
What on earth had he missed in these three years
Cheng Ji went back to the kitchen and soon brought four dishes and a soup to the table, which were delicious in color, aroma and taste.
Qi Beisong was really impressed this time and said with a smile: "Not bad, it can feed people." Then he scooped a bowl of cordyceps flower chicken soup.
Cheng Ji suddenly asked: "Do you dare to drink?"
Qi Beisong was drinking chicken soup. Hearing this, he asked, "Why don't you dare?"
Cheng Ji held his chin with his hand and smiled mysteriously: "Are you not afraid that I will drug you?"
"You won't." Qi Beisong drank it all in one gulp.
"Why are you so sure?"
"That's right." Qi Beisong said, "Oh, yes, do you want to come work for me? Being a supervisor doesn't make much money, right? My salary is high."
"How much higher?" Cheng Ji asked with great interest.
"No matter how much you earn now, I will give you ten times as much," Qi Beisong said, "In addition, I will also pay for your five social insurances and one housing fund."
Cheng Ji said with an annoyed look, "Ah! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been with the police. I would have joined you if I had known! What qualifications do I need to work for you?"
"As long as you can fight," said Qi Beisong.
Cheng Ji asked, "Do you want to test it?"
"?"
"Do you want to practice?" Cheng Ji asked. He threw off his apron without waiting for the other party to answer. He hadn't practiced Qi Beisong for three years and he was itching to do it.
"Interesting..." Qi Beisong put down the bowl of soup, "You actually dare to challenge me, you are quite brave."
Cheng Ji raised his chin towards him with a rather defiant look in his eyes.
"Do you have a place to practice at home?" Qi Beisong asked.
Cheng Ji pointed at the big bed in the room.
"Oh, that's strange, fighting in bed with someone." Qi Beisong.
"Has this happened before?" Cheng Ji asked.
Qi Beisong was about to say that this was the first time the young lady had gotten into a sedan chair, but he suddenly stopped.
He had a sense of familiarity, as if at some point in his life—perhaps trivial or perhaps significant—he had had a similar conversation with someone.
But he couldn't remember it. It was as if he was recalling a dream or a past life. He tried very hard but was unable to do so.
Cheng Ji saw that he was in a trance and asked again: "Can you do it?"
Qi Beisong came back to his senses, stared at him and said, "Okay!"
He was a soft-hearted person, so how could he not go forward in such a situation? What's more, the other party even asked him if he could do it!
Cheng Ji smiled and rubbed his hands ready to go.
He really wanted to give Qi Beisong a try. He heard that during the two years of rehabilitation, especially the last year, Lei Jing and Zhao Jiarui taught him a lot.
Lei Jing told him that although Qi Beisong did not remember him, he had an unusual passion for fighting after recovering from his injury. No matter whether it was boxing, Sanda, Muay Thai, Jiu-Jitsu, Judo, Taekwondo or wrestling, he would stare at anything he saw on TV. He also repeatedly asked to learn military and police grappling techniques from Lei Jing, but he himself could not explain why he liked it.
That's why Lei Jing said that the subconscious mind will not lie. Qi Beisong's memory was just blocked but not disappeared. He not only remembered Cheng Ji, but also remembered it deeply and could not forget it.
Zhao Jiarui said that Qi Beisong was actually quite talented in boxing and kicking, and if he had started systematic training in his teens, he might have been able to reach a certain level.
Unfortunately, when Qi Beisong was in his teens, he was fighting in different compounds. Today he fought in the Navy compound, tomorrow he fought in the Air Force compound, and the day after tomorrow he fought in the National Defense Science and Technology Commission compound... He fought with revolutionary friendship and comradeship, and his whole body was full of wild ways. When he was about 30 years old, he could no longer be trained. It was like a person who brought his skills to a master, but the miscellaneous knowledge he had made him stumble in martial arts and difficult to improve.
So after a year of practice he didn't make much progress and was still far behind Cheng Ji.
Cheng Ji made an inviting gesture provocatively, and Qi Beisong walked past him with his head held high, saying, "This is the first time I've done this with someone in bed!"
"Really?" Cheng Ji smiled, "That's very memorable."
"How to fight? What to fight?" Qi Beisong threw off his slippers and jumped onto the bed, appearing very confident.
Cheng Ji knew that he was standing on an unstable bed, so he jumped onto the bed and kicked his knee from the side, but he actually avoided it!
"It's quite interesting." Cheng Ji smiled with his head tilted.
Qi Beisong hooked his finger at him.
While he was still holding his hands, Cheng Ji suddenly crouched down, took a step forward, hugged his left leg, stuck his body between his legs, used the twisting force to hold his supporting leg, and at the same time pressed down with both hands to pull him down.
He must have practiced this kick hundreds or thousands of times, so his performance was very coordinated and coherent. Not to mention Qi Beisong, even Lei Jing couldn't break it.
Qi Beisong really fell on his back, but he refused to admit defeat.
"You can't attack by surprise!" he yelled, slapping the bed.
Cheng Ji let him go, knelt between his legs and said, "I was face to face with your legs, how can that be called a sneak attack?"
"You have to wait until I'm ready!" Qi Beisong's face flushed red.
"Okay, I'll let you go first this time." Cheng Ji stood up.
Qi Beisong was a little unhappy: "I don't want you to give in, you should go first!"
Cheng Ji smiled secretly, thinking that Young Master Qi's character remained the same as always. He became arrogant after learning a few tricks and even acted like a big shot in front of Young Master Cheng!
He punched his opponent in the head.
As soon as Qi Beisong made his move, Cheng Ji knew which move he was going to use, but he didn't dodge because he wanted to see how he would use it.
Qi Beisong blocked the punch with his forearm, and took advantage of the situation to grab Cheng Ji's arm with one hand. He passed his other hand over his shoulder and clamped his neck. He exerted force with his hands and tripped him with his feet, and Cheng Ji was knocked down head-on.
Cheng Ji didn't laugh this time, because Qi Beisong's blocking, stepping forward, leg-crossing and pressing down were all fast and powerful, simple and decisive, and his opponent also had natural advantages in size and strength. Cheng Ji felt that even if he didn't let Qi Beisong win this time, there was still a 50% chance that he would lose.
How could he know that this was one of Qi Beisong's seven most frequently practiced moves, and he was so familiar with it that he couldn't be more familiar with it.
Qi Beisong practiced with Lei Jing for a year, and finally summed up seven magic moves, which could be used repeatedly and deal with 90% of actual combat. In addition to these seven moves, he was still at the level of the old courtyard fight.
Cheng Ji was a little surprised, and stood there motionless after being pinned down; Qi Beisong also did not move, and used the weight of his entire body to restrain him.
"How am I?" Qi Beisong asked hotly, "Can I do it?"
Cheng Ji smiled and whispered in his ear, "Not bad."
Qi Beisong shuddered when he heard this, and slowly tightened his arms. Cheng Ji was almost knocked over by him, and struggled to ask, "What are you doing?"
Qi Beisong hugged the other person completely subconsciously, as if this person was supposed to be in his arms, and he accidentally let go of his hands, which led to the bloody skin.
Seeing Cheng Ji's tongue sliding across his lips, Qi Beisong suddenly wanted to kiss him, and do it fiercely and with all his strength!
He woke up when he saw Cheng Ji's painful expression, and suddenly let go, jumped off the bed and squatted in the corner, covering himself with his arms on his legs. His heart was pounding, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. He didn't dare to look up or make a sound, thinking that he must be crazy!
Cheng Ji sat up and looked at him, his eyes wet.
Qi Beisong didn't see it, he just kept his head down.
Cheng Ji said, "You are quite skilled."
Qi Beisong breathed softly, deliberately not looking at his pretty face, lest he be seduced again, and suddenly asked, "Have we met before?"
"…" Cheng Ji asked, "How do you say that?"
"Have you seen it?" Qi Beisong asked.
Cheng Ji asked back: "What do you think?"
"Yes." Qi Beisong looked at his toes and spoke each word seriously. "But I can't remember when, where, and why I passed you by. Do you still remember?"