Good times

Fang Chuan's engagement party caused quite a stir, and now everyone knows that Fang Chuan eloped for love.

Some employees at Yundao even made bets privately about whether the two would reconcile.

"What did I say? Young Master Fang likes our boss so much, how could he really be engaged? Look at him this morning when he ran in and couldn't find the boss, he was like a lost soul." The employee slammed his hand on the table. "Money! Where's the money you promised? Hand it over now."

Everyone else around was quiet. The employee was puzzled and turned around to see Assistant Li standing behind him.

He smiled awkwardly, then opened Excel to continue working on the spreadsheet.

"How about we take another gamble and see if the boss will come today?" Assistant Li said.

The people around instantly became excited.

"I bet that workaholic boss won't be absent for more than half a day."

“I also placed a bet, betting 200. The boss was so eager to sleep in the company.”

Assistant Li wrote them down one by one, and then quietly kept them to himself.

Cheng Cheng also joined in the fun, but couldn't resist. It wasn't about love; it was just that working in the same office as the boss was too stressful.

If you were to ask who in the company most wants Boss Huang's leg to get better soon, it would definitely be Cheng Cheng.

But if we're talking about the whole world, then it must be Fang Chuan right now.

"When will your leg finally get better? I always have to do it all by myself, it's exhausting," Fang Chuan frowned. "And why am I always the one on the bottom?"

Huang Fuda released his hand from Fang Chuan's waist and gently touched the fingerprints on it.

"Aren't you up there?"

“Huang Fuda,” Fang Chuan grabbed his hand, “you need to be reasonable. I can give you whatever you want, so why can’t I?”

Fang Chuan seemed to remember something, his expression suddenly turned cold, and he got up and sat on the bed.

"I think you're just used to being waited on by others, that's why you always make me do this. Your lovers are all more obedient than me, why don't you go find them?"

The ever-smiling Fang Chuan was gone. He sat upright on the bed, extremely calm, with only a hint of fire in his eyes. Huang Fuda looked at him and smiled, lowering his eyes.

"Why do you always bring up other people in bed? I'll do whatever you want today. Be good, cheer up."

Fang Chuan's anger subsided slightly. "Just today?"

"from now on."

Fang Chuan looked at Boss Huang, whose clothes were half open, swallowed hard, and then looked at the chest muscles where the teeth marks were still visible. He tentatively gave the order, "Put your hands on your chest."

Huang Fuda paused for a moment, but still did as instructed.

"Give it a massage."

It wasn't just a rub, nor was it just a gentle massage. His boss, Mr. Huang, simply lifted his eyelids slightly to look at him, and the fire in Fang Chuan's eyes instantly disappeared.

He crawled to the front of Huang Fuda and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to see you do it yourself."

Huang Fuda's legs were very straight, with firm and smooth muscles, especially the back of his legs, which were particularly beautiful. Fang Chuan resisted the urge to touch them, watching Huang Fuda slowly move his hand down, and then stop in front of him.

"Not the front, it's the back," Fang Chuan said with a smile. "Didn't I tell you this morning that you should give it a try?"

Huang Fuda was about to put his leg down, but Fang Chuan held it up. Fang Chuan lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "See, you always listen to me, but you're lying to me again. You've touched it yourself before, so let me see what's wrong."

Seeing his behavior, Huang Fuda knew he was just throwing a tantrum, but he still indulged him.

Fang Chuan loosened his grip, his eyes unblinking. When he realized he couldn't take it anymore, he closed his eyes, but even with his eyes closed, he could still hear the sound of water, and it was even 3D surround sound. Fang Chuan swallowed a few times urgently, and suddenly felt his nose was wet. He reached down and touched it; it was blood.

He quickly blocked the way, glanced cautiously at Huang Fuda, and seeing that he wasn't paying attention, hurriedly grabbed a piece of paper, wiped the body, and threw it on the ground to destroy the evidence.

The sound of tissues being pulled out drowned out the sound of water. Huang Fuda looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I have a bit of a cold, please continue."

"Fang Chuan, it's been a long time, is that enough?"

Fang Chuan glanced at it, sensed something was wrong, hurriedly grabbed another piece of paper and covered his nose, saying in a muffled voice, "You have no sincerity at all, you haven't even gotten up yourself, you're just giving me the runaround."

"...I can't touch it."

Fang Chuan laughed, and his hand accidentally loosened its grip, causing the blood-stained paper to fall to the ground.

He quickly picked up the paper, held it under his nose, and pretended nothing had happened. But then he heard Huang Fuda laughing uncontrollably.

"Hahahaha, little brat, I thought I misremembered that I was drunk that day, but it turns out it was true."

Fang Chuan blushed, then stuffed the paper into his nose and leaned forward to bite Huang Fuda's mouth.

But when Huang Fuda saw him up close, he laughed so hard he couldn't catch his breath, and Fang Chuan couldn't stop him from laughing.

Fang Chuan's face grew even redder, making his eyes shine brightly. Reflecting Huang Fuda's smiling face, his heart melted. Huang Fuda finished laughing and looked at him quietly, then took his hand and pulled it down, softly saying, "I can't find it, help me."

The young man's fingers were longer and pressed tightly against Huang Fuda's hand, while his eyes were fixed on the face in front of him, watching how his eyebrows furrowed and how his eyelashes trembled.

"Boss, let me teach you to play the guitar."

Huang Fuda turned his dark eyes toward him, with a hint of doubt in them.

"The most basic thing is plucking, plucking the strings with the side of your finger. Like this—pluck it." Fang Chuan saw Huang Fuda's eyes widen, so he tried to suppress his smile.

"To strum the strings, use two fingers, relax your wrist, and glide the string in one stroke."

"There is a technique to pressing the strings. You can't just press randomly. Your knuckles should be bent so that you don't touch other parts. Then, keep your fingertips vertical and press down firmly."

Huang Fuda's wide eyes closed tightly again, his lips trembling slightly. The young man continued to say in his ear, "The teacher's hand is pressing the strings, you can't move. I just taught you how to pluck the strings, try plucking one."

Huang Fuda gently plucked the strings, and the guitar made a sound.

"Boss, isn't it a great song?"

Huang Fuda closed his mouth and swallowed, but did not speak.

"Then, the following steps are: hammering the string—picking the string—vibrato—string striking—string bending—"

"Boss, open your eyes! How can you learn if you don't open your eyes?" Fang Chuan smiled with narrowed eyes, watching his boss Huang's eyelids lift slightly, his eyes squinting lazily.

"There's also the technique of tapping the strings. The key to tapping the strings is speed, ruthlessness, and force."

Huang Fuda suddenly opened his eyes wide, tilted his head back and gasped for breath, then tried to pull his hand away, but was grabbed.

"I only taught you, you haven't practiced yet, how can you learn like this?"

"Fang Chuan, that's enough, hurry up."

"not enough."

Huang Fuda was covered in sweat and tried to leave several times, but was held back. His muscles tightened and relaxed, making Fang Chuan unable to look away. The paper in his nose was completely soaked with blood.

"Fang Chuan, that's five times today, that's enough."

"No, I haven't gone in yet."

Huang Fuda gritted his teeth, "Then why don't you go in?"

"No, I haven't seen enough yet."

Huang Fuda pulled Fang Chuan's face close and kissed him affectionately for a while, then pleaded softly, "Hurry up, if you don't take it now, it'll really be gone in a minute."

Fang Chuan's eyes darkened slightly as he listened to the rest. "Then let me ask you a few more questions..."

They played until there wasn't a drop left, then Huang Fuda was finally released and collapsed onto the bed. He didn't want to move a single finger and commanded, "Fang Chuan, I need to go to the toilet."

Fang Chuan had just climbed down and buried himself in the ground when he heard him say, "Boss, you're being unreasonable. Why didn't you go up earlier? It's finally my turn, and you're trying to take my place. Just bear with it for a bit."

"I've been holding back for a long time."

"Let's resolve this on the spot."

“No way,” Huang Fuda propped himself up and pointed to the bed, “This mattress costs 3.64 million. I can’t afford a second one right now.”

Fang Chuan was stunned. He looked at the mattress and pressed it. "How can you be so extravagant?"

"I can't sleep well, so of course I need a good mattress, and I wasn't short of money at the time. Fang Chuan, let me down."

Fang Chuan was not about to agree; there was no reason to ask someone to spit out half a meal. He grabbed the food directly.

"You can't afford it, and I can't afford to lose money either. So please bear with it, Mr. Huang."

Huang Fuda's eyes widened in surprise. "Fang Chuan!! Be gentle! Let go!"

Fang Chuan pushed the man down. "Boss, instead of talking about this, why don't you talk about something I like? That way I can finish faster."

Our boss, Mr. Huang, is such a noble and elegant person. He usually speaks softly and gently. But now he's yelling and cursing, and his throat is swollen from shouting.

The bathroom light shone brightly, making time seem to slow down. Their eyes were fixed on the same thing, and they waited quietly for a long time.

"Boss, is this thing broken? Why isn't it producing any water?"

Fang Chuan pressed on Huang Fuda's bladder again; it was very swollen, but he just couldn't release it. He glanced guiltily at his boss Huang's ashen face and cleared his throat.

"Um, well, how about we take a shower first? It's probably just tired; it'll be fine after a rest."

Huang Fuda remained silent, letting Fang Chuan carry him into the bathtub.

Fang Chuan felt guilty and anxious, and in his guilt, he couldn't help but say the wrong thing: "You can't blame me entirely. Besides, you had a great time at the end. You were shaking like that and you were clenching really tightly. Except for not ejaculating..." Huang Fuda slapped Fang Chuan on the back of the head, interrupting him.

"You brat, if you do it again, I'll break your hands and your genitals too."

Fang Chuan lowered his voice and said "okay" repeatedly. He couldn't help but imagine the scene of being broken up, and then he felt sad. He never thought that a six-year age gap, or rather, dating a man who was nearly 30 years old, would be so difficult.

We've overcome so much hardship before, and yet we still failed here.

It's all that mattress's fault. Even if it were missing a zero, I could have easily made up the difference and paid for it myself.

And then there's his boss, Mr. Huang, who was complaining about being poor to him every day recently. Who knew he used to live such a luxurious life?

Fang Chuan also soaked in the bathtub. It was a bit crowded, so he simply lay half-reclined on Boss Huang.

Huang Fuda then casually put his arm around Fang Chuan's waist and lay down quietly with his eyes closed.

"Boss, your mattress is more expensive than your house, isn't it?"

"yes."

"How much was the mattress in your suite?"

"It was over a hundred, I think, but I can't remember exactly."

"...My parents, who are university professors, are too frugal. They clearly have money, so why did they only buy me things worth a few hundred thousand?"

Fang Chuan played with the bubbles in his hands, brought them to his mouth, and blew them out.

"If you didn't have money back then, selling mattresses could have sustained you for a while. Why did you need to contact Yunge?"

"It's just a temporary measure. You're so ruthless, you dare to stop work today, you'll tear it all down tomorrow."

“.

Fang Chuan lowered his head, his voice also lowering, "But wouldn't half of your Cloud Island be gone in the same way?"

“But I haven’t lost anything; in fact, the returns in the future will be even greater than they are now. Moreover, the cooperation with the Yun family has been in preparation for several months; I just haven’t figured it out yet.”

Huang Fuda's left leg, which was resting on the edge of the bathtub, slid down a little. Fang Chuan saw this and helped it back up. The massage jets under the bathtub were making him drowsy. Just as Huang Fuda was about to fall asleep, Fang Chuan whispered, "Could you leave Yun's Group?"

He opened his closed eyes and said, "I've already said there won't be anything else, why do you insist on making me leave?"

"The thought of you meeting Yung makes me very uncomfortable."

"I see him at most once a month, and that's during meetings. Don't overthink it."

"If he wants to see you, would you refuse?"

He won't see me.

"Answer my question."

“…I can’t refuse him.” Huang Fuda touched Fang Chuan’s head. “Besides, it’s just a meeting, nothing will happen.”

Fang Chuan turned around and smiled brightly, "Boss, why don't you lock me up? Don't you have any secret rooms, the kind where you can hide me and no one can see me?"

"I am a law-abiding citizen. And what nonsense are you thinking?"

"Then strangle me."

Huang Fuda frowned and said in a deep voice, "Fang Chuan, don't joke like that."

Fang Chuan stared into Huang Fuda's eyes, then said, "You can't bear to part with him."

His gaze slowly shifted downwards. "I can't bear to part with it either."

Huang Fuda didn't go to work all day today, and he didn't go to work the next morning either. Yundao was in an uproar, and Assistant Li and Cheng Cheng were counting money until their hands cramped.

Their boss, Mr. Huang, was sitting on a bench in his home gym, completely ignoring what others were saying.

Fang Chuan also looked at his boss, Mr. Huang, with a puzzled expression.

Aren't you going today?

"Let's go again this afternoon."

Fang Chuan lay on the yoga mat next to him, propping his head up and looking at Boss Huang's muscles, which were covered with a light sheen of sweat.

You weren't like this before.

After Huang Fuda finished the last set, Fang Chuan helped him lie down on the yoga mat. "I'm here with you at home, don't you like it?"

Why didn't you go yesterday morning?

"That's because he drank too much."

"You don't want to work here anymore? Then just quit Yun's Group." Fang Chuan hit the nail on the head.

"Why would I quit? This is my life's work. I can get paid every day while lying at home. The company is managed by someone, and it will operate normally whether I go or not."

“Your previous company could operate normally whether you went or not, and you still went every day, didn’t you? When I was your driver, I was always sleep-deprived and had to get up at six o’clock to get ready, but I never saw you skip a single day.”

Huang Fuda chuckled, turned over and kissed Fang Chuan, then patted Fang Chuan's head and said, "You can sleep as long as you want now."

He pinched Fang Chuan's mouth, which was about to start grumbling, and said, "You should think about what to do in a while. I can't hide you for more than a few days."

The atmosphere instantly somber upon hearing this.

Sleeping with Fang Chuan made my afternoon nap feel even better. I kissed Fang Chuan's forehead and whispered that I was going to work.

Fang Chuan fought off his sleepiness and got out of bed to help Boss Huang, who was using his cane to pick out clothes in front of the wardrobe.

"This is loose-fitting and can cover the cast, and the waistband is elastic for convenience. I'll wear something casual on top, like this beige knit sweater."

Standing at the door to see Huang Fuda off, Xiao Zhang took Boss Huang from Fang Chuan, keeping his eyes down and not saying a word.

Fang Chuan observed this and realized that the driver's mouth wasn't actually that big.

Huang Fuda, dressed in his new clothes, took a stroll around the company, glanced at a few important documents, and held a short meeting to discuss increasing employees' social insurance from three to five. He heard that a document from above would be issued soon, and the change to five social insurances was an inevitable trend.

He also received news from the Yun family. The original design partner for Yunquanhui was Chenjing Jinhai Hot Spring, but because Yunshang Xiandao was too tall, the Jinhai design couldn't be used, so they changed partners. He needs to have a meal with them in a while.

General Manager Wu made several phone calls today, but Huang Fuda hung up on them all. Calls to the office were also intercepted in advance by his assistants.

He only went to the company for three or four hours a day, and spent the rest of the time at home. The two had just started dating and were enjoying a blissful period.

Fang Chuan pressed his stomach against the marble tabletop, struggling to turn around and look at Huang Fuda. "Didn't you say you'd listen to me from now on?"

Huang Fuda leaned over, leaning down and kissing his back with a smile, his hand resting on the edge of the table. "You actually believe what men say in bed?"

"Revenge? You're just seeking revenge!" Fang Chuan's sweat dripped onto the marble tabletop. His hand slipped, and he couldn't hold on. His hand suddenly went limp, and he slid off the table without warning. Huang Fuda immediately caught him by the waist.

I even flipped it over.

"Standing on one leg is difficult, sweetie, don't move around."

Fang Chuan felt pathetic for actually feeling sorry for his boss. He gripped the edge of the table above his head tightly, staring at the ceiling. His mind was spinning. He was already struggling to take care of himself, yet he was worried that his boss, Mr. Huang, might lose his balance.

Fang Chuan accidentally knocked the plate to the ground, and the wine spilled without him even realizing it. The red wine flowed from his lips down his thin jawline, and then from his Adam's apple to various parts of his body. Fang Chuan was completely immersed in the aroma of the wine.

Huang Fuda pulled up a chair from the side and sat down. The person at the table was then gently pulled into his arms and hugged, being comforted: "It's okay, don't cry."

Fang Chuan looked through the tears in his eyes at Huang Fuda's back. The river view was expansive, the autumn air was warm and the water was clear. It was a wonderful time to relax.

Time passed slowly, the waiting time felt slow, and the time spent together felt short. On the fifth day at noon, Huang Fuda received a photo on his phone. It was a screenshot from the video, but Huang Fuda's face wasn't shown.

Caption: Fang Chuan must go home at 6 PM tonight.