A lone man and a lone man in the bathroom

Throughout the flight, Huang Fuda was very friendly to Fang Chuan. Fang Chuan was puzzled, but couldn't quite put his finger on what was strange.

As a boss, Huang Fuda has always treated his subordinates well, and he began to wonder if he was overthinking things.

Even after the plane landed, he was lost in thought. But Fang Chuan didn't have time to think about that now.

Huang Fuda received a message from Wang Tielin that he would be picked up at the airport.

Wang Tielin is known for his warm and generous nature, and he actually came in person, with the same assistant as last time, except this time he was the one driving.

The two bosses sat down in the back row in a friendly manner, while Fang Chuan sat in the front passenger seat with Wang Tielin's assistant.

What is Shenjing most famous for? First, the warlord; second, the public bathhouse.

Huang Fuda's previous collaboration with Wang Tielin involved developing Yundao into a resort combining a hotel and hot spring baths.

The bathhouses in Shenjing, Northeast China, are a nationally renowned specialty. Huang Fuda had never experienced one before; he had only heard of their fame.

"Brother Huang, you must be tired from your journey. Let me take you straight to my hot springs for a good soak to relieve your fatigue." He patted Huang Fuda's shoulder a few times with a hearty gesture, "I'll make sure you feel completely comfortable!"

Wang Tielin's fiery enthusiasm was something even a slightly introverted person like him couldn't handle. Fang Chuan was somewhat curious about how Huang Fuda, who was usually so reserved in public, would react to this.

He tilted his head slightly to the back, glancing at Huang Fuda out of the corner of his eye.

But then Huang Fuda was seen holding Wang Tielin's hands, laughing so hard he was doubled over, his eyes bulging with laughter, looking straightforward and easygoing.

He's nothing like him.

puff.

She's also an actor.

Fang Chuan secretly smiled to himself, feeling inexplicably proud of his beloved Boss Huang.

As expected of Huang Fuda.

Fang Chuan relaxed as he listened to the hearty laughter coming from behind him.

As the car entered the city, towering buildings and bustling crowds created a starkly different scene of prosperity. After turning a few corners, the car came to a smooth stop in front of a magnificent building with the four large characters "Jin Hai Tang Quan" (Golden Sea Hot Spring) on ​​it.

Fang Chuan, carrying his and his boss's suitcases, followed behind the group. Two rows of handsome men and beautiful women stood facing each other on either side of the shop entrance. Seeing the boss leading the customers in, they all bowed at a 45-degree angle and said loudly, "Hello, boss! Welcome to Jinhai Hot Spring!"

"Brother Wang, this place is quite impressive," Huang Fuda complimented.

"Hahahahaha," Wang Tielin put his hand on Huang Fuda's back and half-embraced him as they walked forward, "This is nothing, the real fun is inside!"

Fang Chuan was also visiting Northeast China for the first time and was quite curious about his surroundings. As a result, he entered a new world.

Everywhere you look, there are white bodies, some old, some young, some fat, some thin.

What are you doing?

Is this how you test cadres?

Fang Chuan had never been to a public bathhouse before. Although he had prepared himself beforehand, he was still a little taken aback by the suddenness of it all.

Xianye City is located in the northwest and does have public bathhouses, but when had a pampered young master like him ever been to such a place?

Seeing Fang Chuan's appearance, Huang Fuda raised an eyebrow, ignored him, and chatted with Wang Tielin while stripping naked and walking towards the shower room.

Fang Chuan stared as his boss took off his clothes, revealing his strong and well-developed muscles. His full glutes and pectoral muscles were on full display in his eyes.

Those legs are incredible, so long and straight.

Huang Fuda attracted attention from those around him from the moment he entered. He was tall and had long legs like a model, which was quite rare.

Now that he was completely naked, several people stood there openly staring at him, looking him over from head to toe.

Upon seeing this, Fang Chuan felt a surge of anger. Forgetting all about shame, he quickly took off his clothes and followed Huang Fuda, standing a step behind him to shield him from the gazes of those people.

They even wished they could conjure up a few more to completely surround Huang Fuda.

This led to some people even having opinions about Wang Tielin.

Important clients are here, why don't you clear the room?

Lost in thought, I didn't even notice that Huang Fuda had already entered the shower stall, and I rushed in after him.

"What are you doing following me in? There are seats available over there." Huang Fuda frowned upon seeing Fang Chuan's distracted expression, somewhat displeased.

Fang Chuan seemed to wake from a dream, staring wide-eyed at the naked Huang Fuda in front of him.

A lone man and a woman, alone in a room—or rather, a small cubicle—and completely naked.

His lower body seemed to have an automatic sensor, and it quickly sprang to life.

That thing was so prominent that Huang Fuda couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to. Seeing Huang Fuda staring at his crotch, Fang Chuan quickly covered it with his hand and pressed down hard, but unexpectedly, his penis disobeyed and sprang out from the gap on the side of his palm.

Fang Chuan's face burned; he wished he could slap that thing down there a few times.

Why are you so disappointing?

A burst of laughter came from above. Huang Fuda reached out and patted Fang Chuan on the shoulder, then brushed past him and walked past him. When he reached the door of the cubicle, he didn't forget to close the curtain for him.

Liu Fangchuan was left alone in the cubicle, staring at his older brother.

What a terrible thing to do.

Fang Chuan groaned inwardly as he turned on the tap, closed his eyes, and began to breathe heavily, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he moved his hands.

After finishing his business, Fang Chuan saw Wang Tielin's assistant waiting for him with a bath towel in his hand. He thanked him, took the towel, and wrapped it around himself.

Then the assistant led him around several screens to a group of pools. The two men, each with a towel around their waists, were soaking in one of the small pools, with fruit and tea on a small table beside them, looking quite relaxed.

The two subordinates didn't get too close to the front; instead, they found a pool that wasn't too far away and went in for a soak.

It's much more comfortable than his bathtub.

The waiter soon brought over the fruit and tea. If we set aside certain things—specifically, the insensitivity of some people and the incompetence of another—this publicly funded trip was truly very comfortable.

The two of them got off the plane at 5 o'clock, and after washing and soaking, it was almost 7 o'clock.

Wang Tielin's welcome banquet was also ready. The group went upstairs to a private room in the restaurant and sat down. The dishes were served one after another.

Wang Tielin can really hold his liquor; he downed two jin (1 kg) and still only seemed slightly tipsy. Boss Huang, a seasoned veteran of the drinking table, drank cup after cup with Wang Tielin without getting drunk either.

The assistant could also drink, but since he couldn't persuade the boss to drink, he tried persuading Fang Chuan, the driver, to drink instead.

Fang Chuan was the only one who couldn't handle it. After a few drinks, he became dizzy and his head was about to turn to mush. He decisively slumped onto the table and started pretending to be drunk.

He's so shrewd; if he were really drunk, how could he seduce his boss that night? So he closed his eyes and listened intently to their conversation.

Huang Fuda is indeed a shrewd businessman. Once this hotel + hot spring bath + entertainment project is completed, it will definitely leave other businesses far behind in Xianye. If it's still located in a skyscraper, it will simply be a must-visit destination for tourists.

And it's not just tourists; locals also try it out of curiosity. After all, in a place like Xianye that lacks entertainment, this is truly a rare treat.

Halfway through his thought, Fang Chuan suddenly heard Wang Tielin say something about massage. Listening more closely, he realized the subtext was that Wang Tielin wanted to send someone to Huang Fuda's bed.

Fang Chuan sneered inwardly, but his heart immediately tightened.

Huang Fuda surprisingly did not refuse.

He had no reason to refuse, did he? Whether it was out of consideration for Wang Tielin or his own physical needs, he hadn't had any sex for a week, and seeing Fang Chuan's youthful vigor while taking a shower had stirred his desire.

This was like sending a pillow to someone who was sleepy, hitting the nail on the head.

“That boy’s massage technique is really good, and he’s well-behaved. I’ll ask him to come to your room after dinner.” Wang Tielin looked at Huang Fuda, clearly having researched Huang’s preferences beforehand.

"Then thank you, brother." Huang Fuda didn't refuse and readily agreed.

The two continued drinking, their conversation growing increasingly grating on Fang Chuan's ears. He remained silent, continuing to feign drunkenness, though his hands under the table clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

massage?

boy?

Go to his room again?

It would be a miracle if you guys succeeded in making me, Fang Chuan, do this!

Huang Fuda didn't take Fang Chuan's thoughts seriously at all. By sleeping with someone else tonight, he could completely nip Fang Chuan's little ideas in the bud. It was like killing three birds with one stone.

He guessed that Fang Chuan was faking being drunk. Although they hadn't known each other for long, he knew that Fang Chuan was a cunning man.

When we had dinner together before, Fang Chuan mentioned that he hated the feeling of being drunk and would avoid it if he had to, and if he couldn't avoid it, he would pretend to be drunk.

Seeing that he was still lying there pretending to be drunk, Huang Fuda didn't expose him. A smart person should know when to back down early. Huang Fuda was always serious about his work, and Fang Chuan should stop having unrealistic fantasies and just be a dutiful driver.

With Fang Chuan out of the picture, Huang Fuda couldn't resist having a few more drinks with Wang Tielin, and ended up quite drunk.

Wang Tielin arranged for someone to escort Fang Chuan and Huang Fuda back to their respective rooms. Their rooms were next to each other, one on the left and one on the right. Just before entering, Fang Chuan quietly opened his eyes and made a point of checking which side Huang Fuda was staying in.

After writing it down, he closed his eyes again, his body pressing heavily against the person who was helping him. The person opened the door, put him on the bed, called his name twice, but he didn't wake up, so he got up and left.

As soon as the man closed the door, Fang Chuan on the bed behind him opened his eyes, his expression clear and lucid, showing no signs of being drunk.

He quietly walked to his door and pressed his ear against it to listen carefully to the sounds outside.

There were still some noises next door, which meant the person who was being helped hadn't left yet.

Click—

That's the sound of a door closing.

Then came the sound of footsteps.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

The footsteps could no longer be heard.

Fang Chuan waited quietly for another minute, then gently turned the doorknob and opened it a crack to observe his surroundings.

The hallway was empty; there was no one there.

Fang Chuan rolled his eyes, thinking: That old bastard better not have sent the guy into the room beforehand, otherwise I'll tie him up and make him watch a live sex show.

He went out and gently closed the door behind him. He quietly approached Huang Fuda's room without anyone noticing and knocked on the door lightly.

He lowered his voice, changed his tone, and pretended to be soft and weak.

"Hello, massage service."

There was no movement inside.

Fang Chuan knocked on the door again, this time with more force.

Knock knock knock.

"Hello, Mr. Wang asked me to give you a massage."

After a few more seconds, there was finally movement inside. Heavy and slightly disordered footsteps approached, followed by the click of the door opening.

Huang Fuda's vision was blurry, and the person in front of him looked familiar.

The person squeezed in through the half-open door and then quickly closed it.

Fang Chuan leaned against the door, looked up at Huang Fuda, who was unsteady on his feet and looked completely drunk, and then locked the door from the inside.

The doorway was dimly lit, and the person's eyes gleamed with a deep, enigmatic light, yet a smile played on their lips...