I thought about you all night.

Fang Chuan went home first and had a meal with them after a long time. During the meal, he even found everyone pleasing to the eye.

When you're in a good mood, everything is good. A night sky full of dark clouds is clear, a dog barking on the roadside is cute, a wind that makes it hard to walk is gentle, and even the old man who stubbornly wipes his car windows at the traffic light is kind. Fang Chuan even gave him an extra 200 yuan.

When I'm in a good mood, I want to watch something even better, like that video.

He lay on his bed in the apartment, drew the curtains, and projected the video onto the large screen in front of his bed, watching it over and over again.

He was genuinely happy; Fang Chuan felt as if the heavens were on his side. Anyone else would have been a bit of a stretch, but it just so happened to be Yang Zhengping, who happened to be the director of the Public Security Bureau.

Even if someone else is in dire straits, they can at least call the police. Would his boss, Mr. Huang, dare to do that? He wouldn't. He could only endure it, enduring it step by step, until finally he could only live within the small circle that Fang Chuan had given him, and he could only survive on his own.

The video played all night.

Fang Chuan fell asleep to his boss Huang's suppressed panting, and then woke up to his boss Huang's short cries.

He made a breakfast for Huang Fuda and ordered a bouquet of flowers for the Municipal Public Security Bureau before driving to Huang Fuda's house.

It was just dawn, but he couldn't sleep. He desperately wanted to see someone.

I took the spare card Huang Fuda gave me and went upstairs, then tried yesterday's password at the door again.

It's solved.

Afraid of disturbing Mr. Huang's peaceful sleep, he walked in barefoot, gently placed the breakfast on the table, hung his air-conditioned coat on the hanger, and quietly went to Huang Fuda's bedside.

Fang Chuan first unlocked Huang Fuda's phone and went through his chat history with Yang Zhengping, but there was nothing, not a single message.

It's unnaturally clean.

Fang Chuan curled the corners of his lips. No need to confirm anymore, it was him.

Fang Chuan put the phone back in its place and, like a big cat, quietly squatted by the bed, staring at Huang Fuda's face.

He was listening to how his boss, Mr. Huang, was breathing; it was heavy and disordered, as if he wasn't sleeping soundly.

Fang Chuan leaned closer, wanting to kiss him with tenderness.

His boss, Mr. Huang, will never cheat on him again and will be absolutely loyal to him. He can kiss him now.

So soft.

Unable to contain himself, he continued to delve deeper, observing Huang Fuda's expression. He saw Huang's eyes move under his eyelids, then his eyelashes trembled a few times, and he opened his eyes hazily.

His boss, Mr. Huang, woke up.

Huang Fuda turned his face to the side and pushed him away, feeling as if he were dreaming.

"Fang Chuan?"

Fang Chuan smiled, narrowing his eyes, and said, "Good morning, boss~"

Huang Fuda sat up, his pajamas disheveled at the collar. He picked up his phone and glanced at the time: 5:42.

So early.

He frowned, a little impatient.

"What are you doing here?"

"I missed you." Fang Chuan hugged his boss, Mr. Huang, and sniffed around on Huang Fuda's bare chest.

There were still traces of his own handwriting from the day before yesterday on it, and he couldn't resist licking them.

Huang Fuda frowned even deeper, grabbed Fang Chuan's chin and lifted him up, asking, "What's gotten into you so early in the morning? Didn't you say yourself that you couldn't sleep with me?"

Fang Chuan smiled after hearing this. "Things are different now. You won't have anyone else, so of course I can sleep with you. And I'm going to sleep with you right now."

I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. He had originally planned to keep their "first time" on his bed in his apartment, along with that video, but who told you to seduce me so early in the morning?

He removed Huang Fuda's hand from his face, intertwined his fingers with Huang's, and kissed him on the lips.

“I didn’t want to be like this so early in the morning, but I couldn’t help it. I’ve been thinking about you all night.”

All night long, I saw you in bed.

Fang Chuan climbed up, propped himself up above Huang Fuda, first leaned down and kissed him, then took off his short-sleeved shirt and placed Huang Fuda's hand on his waist.

"You like touching, don't you? You can touch as much as you want."

Huang Fuda's intuition told him that something was wrong with Fang Chuan.

He felt inexplicably flustered, grabbed Fang Chuan's hand that was kneading his body, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Fang Chuan looked up and noticed a hint of unease on his boss Huang's face.

And fear.

Fang Chuan's heart pounded like thunder, and a sense of satisfaction instantly filled his entire body.

He straddled Huang Fuda's lap, facing his boss, Huang.

"Don't you want it? You were so excited yesterday morning. Do you want me to help you?"

Fang Chuan reached out and touched her through her pajama bottoms, but his hand was immediately grabbed.

His boss, Mr. Huang, looked serious. His lips, reddened by his kisses, opened and closed, uttering words Mr. Huang didn't want to hear: "I don't want it. Get off me."

Fang Chuan froze, looked up at his boss Huang carefully, took two deep breaths, and then stopped moving.

He silently told himself that he was different from Yun Ge, that deadpan guy. He wouldn't force Boss Huang to do anything. He would make Huang Fuda willingly and gradually come closer to him.

Fang Chuan opened his eyes wide, his expression innocent.

"Can I hug you for a little while?"

His boss, Mr. Huang, did not refuse.

Fang Chuan took off his pants, crawled into Huang Fuda's warm quilt, and hugged him tightly.

Clothes were always in the way, so he slipped into Huang Fuda's oversized pajamas, rested his head on his shoulder, and pressed his skin against Huang's.

It's not even 6 o'clock yet, and Fang Chuan has fallen asleep on him, but Huang Fuda can't sleep.

Suspicious of Fang Chuan's attitude and actions, he tried Fang Chuan's phone password again while Fang Chuan was asleep.

The password was wrong three times in a row.

Actually, there's no point in confirming it now. He knows Fang Chuan; Fang Chuan likes him, so knowing that he can't completely control him with a video, he wouldn't show it to outsiders even if he did. Now, besides preventing him from finding out about Yang Zhengping, the only other concern is with General Wu.

He consistently maintained a firm distance from Fang Chuan, mainly because of Tiancheng Construction, and secondly because of his own slight reluctance and conscience. That was all.

But if Fang Chuan can disregard the presence of others around him, then he can disregard it too. Besides, he likes Fang Chuan's body, likes him always being around him, and likes the feeling of having another living, breathing person in the house.

As for whether it's fair or not, Fang Chuan insisted on forcing him; it was Fang Chuan's own choice.

As long as General Manager Wu doesn't find out during the project, anything goes.

Yesterday, Uncle Yang was unusually free. It seemed like the bureau was busy with something important, but Uncle Yang didn't say anything, and he didn't ask. However, after dinner, Uncle Yang praised him, saying that his property in Yunquanhui to the north was good, and that the surrounding area would also be developed soon.

Huang Fuda knew perfectly well; he had already guessed it. Laowa District, to the west, had already begun redevelopment. The south, a densely populated area that was neither new nor old, was destined for little change. The east, with its airport, might see a commercial district developed there in the future. And the north, nestled against the mountains, with nearby reservoirs and rivers, was perfect for tourism development.

The two Yunquanhui projects he is currently building are located to the east and north.

As long as he can get through this construction period, he won't have to worry about General Manager Wu anymore. Let Fang Chuan cause as much trouble as he wants; what does it matter to her if she can't control her son?

He still needed to talk to Yun Ge about the skyscraper. He just wanted to earn more and establish himself more firmly, but Yun Ge wanted more than just money; he also wanted some management control. That wouldn't do. He didn't want to tie his years of hard work to Yun Ge for the rest of his life. If that happened, he would be completely bound to the Yun family and unable to leave.

Huang Fuda looked down at Fang Chuan, who seemed to be having a sweet dream, even in his sleep he looked smiling.

Gently stroking Fang Chuan's head, I thought, "What is it about me that you like so much? It's just a face. You can find that anywhere. Why do you have to cry and laugh like this in front of me, making yourself look so ugly?"

Poor thing.

Fang Chuan didn't sleep for long, only about half an hour. After waking up, he first stole a kiss, and then massaged Huang Fuda's shoulders. Huang Fuda had been pressing down on him for so long, his shoulders must be numb.

While Huang Fuda was washing up, Fang Chuan went to the kitchen to heat up the breakfast and also washed some extra fruit, packed it in a box, and prepared to give it to his boss, Huang, to take to the company.

His boss, Mr. Huang, came out after changing his clothes; he was wearing a light blue shirt and gray trousers.

To be fair, he doesn't look bad; in fact, he makes Huang Fuda look a few years younger.

But Fang Chuan didn't like it.

"Boss, let's change into something else. I'll pick one out for you."

What's wrong with this outfit?

What's wrong? Actually, nothing much, it's just that Fang Chuan doesn't like it. He wants to see the boss wear dark colors, because dark colors make the boss look better.

"It doesn't look like what the boss is dressed for; he's too young and not mature enough."

As Fang Chuan spoke, he walked to the wardrobe, rummaged around, and said, "The boss wants to wear blue today, so I'll take this dark blue one." He also grabbed a pair of relatively casual black suit pants.

He carefully selected the best option and asked the owner to come in and change it, only to find that the owner was already sitting at the table eating breakfast.

She didn't even wait for him to come along.

Fang Chuan's heart sank. He walked up to Huang Fuda and asked, "Boss, don't you want to change?"

"It's just for work, so I can just wear anything."

"But I want to see you wear this."

Huang Fuda looked up at his serious expression and promised, "Next time."

"I want to see it now." Fang Chuan squatted down, rested his head on Huang Fuda's lap, looked up at him, and called out, "Huang Fuda."

Can I threaten you?

This wasn't an unreasonable request, and Huang Fuda could certainly fulfill it. He immediately wiped his mouth, got up, went into the bedroom, and began to change his clothes.

Fang Chuan didn't go in. He sat in Huang Fuda's seat and used Huang Fuda's spoon to drink the porridge that Huang Fuda had only half-finished.

It's much sweeter than what I usually drink.

After Huang Fuda finished changing, he saw that Fang Chuan had taken his seat, so he sat down opposite him.

"Why do you always like to eat leftovers? Aren't you disgusted?"

Fang Chuan chuckled softly, "What haven't I eaten? Why would I find it disgusting?"

"..."

Seeing his silence, Fang Chuan continued, "Boss, from now on, let me help you pick out your clothes for each day. You just need to tell me what you're going to do the next day, and I'll arrange and hang them up for you the night before, okay?"

"What's going on?"

"How about I be your free personal assistant?"

Huang Fuda put down his spoon and asked with a smile, "What will happen if it doesn't go well?"

"If that's not good, can I threaten you again?" Fang Chuan smiled innocently.

"If you have the energy, do whatever you want." Huang Fuda didn't pay much attention and continued eating his meal.

Fang Chuan ate a few bites and then stopped. He began to observe his boss, Mr. Huang.

The boss eats the egg yolk first, and saves the egg white for last to eat with pickled vegetables. It seems he doesn't like egg whites. Next time, I'll have to peel the yolks out for him.

The boss will wrap any uneaten food in plastic wrap before putting it in the refrigerator.

The boss is about to wear these leather shoes; he likes them, they're very pretty with their pointed toes.

The boss looks beautiful today.

He hugged his boss around the waist and whispered, "Before I leave, can I give you a kiss?"

Huang Fuda smiled helplessly, patted Fang Chuan's head, and briefly touched Fang Chuan's lips with his head. But as soon as his lips left, Fang Chuan pressed the back of his head against the door and kissed him wantonly and greedily.

After their passionate encounter, Fang Chuan leaned close to Huang Fuda's ear and whispered something while panting softly.

"Huang Fuda, come to my house after get off work tonight. This is a threat."