Uncle and nephew: "Mr. Xiao, do you want to pursue me? Or do you want to...

Fu You did not feel comfortable during the meal at the Xiao family's.

The two members of the Xiao family, one big and one small, were like two wolves, staring at him from the left and the right, as if Mr. Jiang's handsome face was more delicious than the food on the plate.

Fu You: ...

Feeling like he was about to suffer from indigestion, Fu You simply put down his chopsticks and asked with a smirk, "Is it because my eating manners are too unsightly?"

"How could that be? The way my brother eats is so pleasing to the eyes. It makes me feel good just looking at him." The sweet-mouthed little wolf cub quickly wagged his tail to respond.

The older one said nothing.

He slowly picked up a piece of steamed sea bass with chopsticks and placed it in Fuyou's bowl.

Fu You glanced at the dishes on the table, then looked at the fish in the bowl, then raised his eyes to look at Xiao Xi: "Mr. Xiao, it seems like you know my taste very well."

"I have a hunch that Xiao Jiang will always like to eat these." Xiao Xi also smiled, lowering his head slightly as he looked at Fu You. His high brows cast a shadow, making his eye sockets look very deep. "Maybe we have a telepathic connection."

Xiao Lehui, who was standing next to him, felt uncomfortable listening to the conversation.

As if unwilling to be left behind, he also picked up several dishes from the table for Fu You. As he did so, he said attentively, "Brother, eat more. You look so thin. Is it because Jiang Siran always irritates you and doesn't let you eat well? I'll teach him a lesson for you next time we see him!"

Fu You looked at the bowl that was sticking out and was a little speechless.

Are these uncle and nephew born to be pig farmers?

In front of the two of them, he used the serving chopsticks to transfer the untouched dishes to the new bowl, leaving a little at the end and ate slowly.

Fu You's posture as he ate was remarkably elegant, like a young master from a wealthy family who had been trained since childhood. His jade-white knuckles gripped the chopsticks, and he ate with tiny, delicate bites, chewing with minimal effort, a delightful sight.

The meal ended in this somewhat strange atmosphere.

After dinner, the three chatted for a while. While Xiao Xi was in the kitchen fetching some fruit, Xiao Lehui approached Fu You and said happily, "Well, brother, I told you my family wouldn't object to me pursuing you, right?"

Fu You glanced at him with a half-smile, and her clear and cold green eyes narrowed, which immediately made the heart of Master Xiao, who was obsessed with looks, beat several beats faster.

He gently touched Xiao Lehui's chest with his fingertips and pushed him away from him: "Brother Xiao, didn't you say we are just friends?"

"Brother, don't you want to be just friends with me?" Xiao Le blinked his puppy eyes and said in surprise.

Under the light, Fuyou's skin appeared extremely white, like fine paper, and her dark eyelashes were particularly breathtaking. They were gathered into a thin line at the end of her eyelashes, and a small black mole fell at the end of her eye, like a drop of ink dropped by a painter when he finished painting, vivid and colorful.

Those bamboo-green eyes were so elegant and beautiful that no painter could ever depict them.

After hearing what Xiao Lehui said, Fu You slightly curled his lips, as if he wanted to say something; however, before he could open his mouth, a fruit plate was placed on the coffee table in front of the two of them, making a light "clang" sound.

"Le Hui, what are you talking about with Mr. Xiao Jiang? It's not often that you look so happy." Xiao Xi sat opposite him, crossed his long legs, leaned back against the sofa, raised his eyes and asked with a smile.

The depth of his eyes was as dark as a cold pond.

Xiao Lehui, dazzled by the beauty, only then remembered Xiao Xi's existence. He was still a little cautious in front of his uncle, not wanting to show his feelings for Fu You too obviously.

Xiao Lehui sat back in his original seat, picked up a piece of apple and threw it into his mouth, then casually brushed it off.

After a while, Fu You said goodbye and went home, using the excuse that it was getting late.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Lehui hurriedly stood up to drive Fu You back home. After Fu You's refusal, he didn't force her, but instead gave her a pitiful look, like an abandoned puppy.

"Then brother, remember to send me a message when you get home."

"good."

As soon as Fu You left, Xiao Xi packed up and stood up, saying that something happened at the company and he needed to go there himself.

Xiao Lehui didn't think much of it. While his relationship with Xiao Xi wasn't as strained as that between Jiang Siran and Fu You, it wasn't much better either. The uncle and nephew exchanged a few halfhearted pleasantries, and then Xiao Xi left.

Xiao Le was left sitting on the sofa, sniffing the faint fragrance of bamboo forest lingering in the air, recalling his day with Fu You.

——He would never have thought that just outside the villa, his uncle who claimed to be going to the company actually walked directly into the car of his sweetheart.

"Boss Jiang is waiting for me." Xiao Xi sat in the driver's seat with a familiar manner, tilted his head, and smiled: "Just say we are in tune with each other."

"I always feel like Mr. Xiao has something to say to me." Fu You lowered his eyes and looked at him with a pure smile.

Xiao Xi stared at his face, and from this fake smile, he saw the once cold and aloof boy.

The space inside the car was very small, so small that Xiao Xi could hear the other person's soft breathing.

The man's smile suddenly deepened. He bowed politely and fastened Fu You's seatbelt. "This isn't a place for chatting. I wonder if I might have the honor of inviting Mr. Jiang to have a cup of tea with me?"

Xiao Xi exudes a faint, mellow, and deep Darjeeling fragrance. Combined with his handsome, profound features and his muscular figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist under his suit, he exudes the aura of a superior.

Such a person actually personally adjusted the seat and adjusted the seat belt for the sick and gentle young man, which was astonishingly considerate.

The man's hot hand pinched his waist, a strange feeling. Fu You lowered his eyes, a faint smile between his extremely cold eyebrows, but it was impossible to tell what he was thinking at the moment.

"Okay. Thank you, Mr. Xiao."

Xiao Xi drove and brought Fu You to a private teahouse club.

This place was probably also owned by the Xiao family. The manager greeted Xiao Xi warmly upon seeing him. After giving a few brief instructions, he led Fu You into the private room.

The room has a simple and luxurious style, with some antiques, calligraphy and paintings decorating the walls and tables. Fu You took a quick look and found that most of them were authentic.

Xiao Xi had specifically told everyone not to disturb him, and he took charge of the entire process of preparing the utensils and brewing tea. Even the CEO of such a large corporation was surprisingly thorough in his service.

A fine porcelain teacup with steam rising from it was handed to him. Fu You just lowered his eyes and glanced at it. His face looked so pale and indifferent under the bright light, like a handful of fine new snow.

He didn't take the tea, but suddenly smiled. Fu You leaned back in his chair, took out a pack of cigarettes and put them on the table. "Boss Xiao, you wouldn't mind if I smoke one, right?"

Xiao Xi was stunned for a moment, glanced at the box of cigarettes, then returned to his usual smile and said that he didn't mind at all.

Fu You then shook out a cigarette and held it between his fingers, then took out a lighter - he didn't signal Xiao Xi to help him light it, but the man actually took the initiative to step forward and took a cigarette from the cigarette box.

The distance between the two suddenly became closer.

Xiao Xi lit the cigarette between his fingers with very familiar movements, then moved closer to Fu You, his dark eyes meeting the young man's clear and beautiful eyes.

Two cigarette butts were placed next to each other, one lighting the other, and the orange-red flame was passed on.

Their breathing also intertwined.

The room was completely silent, the only sound being the gurgling of boiling water. Fu You, cigarette between her fingers, stared at him quietly, the cool bamboo fragrance seeping from her skin and flesh filling his nose.

It was so close that Xiao Xi could see Fu You's snow-white neck hidden beneath her fine hair when he lowered his eyes. The tiny spot between her black hair and the black turtleneck, the more tightly she covered the rest of her neck, the more alluring this exposed area seemed.

Xiao Xi stared at his neck, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

It was late at night, the atmosphere was ambiguous, and no one disturbed us.

There seemed to be a hint of bewitching in those green eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

It was unknown when the two bodies had become so tightly pressed together. Fu You's slender body was trapped between the rattan chairs by the man in a very domineering posture. She was alone, her waist seemed to be no wider than Xiao Xi's palm, so pitiful.

Their breaths blended together, and their desire and passion were so strong that their mouths became dry.

Xiao Xi bent his body, pinching Fu You's flexible waist with one hand, squeezing so hard that veins bulged on the back of his palm, as if he wanted to break the slender waist under his palm.

Overwhelmed by the tangible possessive desire, Fu You shuddered unconsciously, and the smile on his face faded. Xiao Xi's hand slid across the young man's waist and narrow hips, reaching back more brazenly.

"You're so thin, doesn't the Jiang family give you enough food..."

There was a chill in Fu You's eyes.

He let the man touch him, his brows were calm, as if he was lazy and patient. He held the cigarette that was about to burn out between his thin, blood-red lips and took a puff.

Then, he exhaled a puff of smoke onto Xiao Xi's face.

The man was caught off guard and choked, coughing. After finally recovering, he looked up at Fu You.

Through a layer of hazy smoke, Fu You's snowy skin paled, but her eyes remained as breathtakingly rich. Fu You held a cigarette between her fingers, her long eyelashes drooping, a tear-like glint at the corners of her eyes. She looked at Xiao Xi with a half-smile: "Mr. Xiao, are you trying to woo me? Or do you want to sleep with me?"

It was clearly a cold face, as fragile as ice.

In this situation, it is so sensational that one cannot bear to look directly at it.

Xiao Xi stared at Fu You with gloomy eyes, and even his eyelids seemed to turn red. His Adam's apple rolled and he made an obvious swallowing movement.

"Boss Jiang is so charming. After meeting you, I can't forget you. You're even in my dreams." The man sighed and leaned close to Fu You's ear. His voice was deep and hot, "I want to pursue you."

The word "chase" is more erotic than "sleep".

Fu You's skin was very thin, and his snow-white earlobes were instantly reddened by Xiao Xi's breath. But his expression remained unchanged. He glanced at his deep green pupils and curled his lips: "Mr. Xiao, your nephew is also pursuing me now."

"You're just a kid, you're tempted by beauty, your emotions come and go quickly, you're just fooling around." Xiao Xi acted nonchalant and still held Fu You's waist.

When Fu You heard this, his thin chest trembled slightly and he laughed even harder.

He moved the hand holding the cigarette around the man's strong waist, placed it on the armrest of the rattan chair, and shook the ash into the trash can at his feet.

"Boss Xiao has only met me twice, and he's already saying he wants to pursue me. Isn't that just lust after me?"

Fu You asked sharply. Xiao Xi didn't seem angry or embarrassed at all. He lowered his eyelashes to hide the light in his eyes and suddenly said:

"Fu You, do you believe in fate? From the first time I saw you, I knew..."

You should be mine.

It wasn't the one at the funeral, but the first time they met in the orphanage.

At this moment, the butterfly was right in front of him, just a few inches away.

The long gap was filled overnight. Xiao Xi pressed Fu You under him almost pathologically, sniffing the scent of the other person.

Fu You's black hair brushed against his nose. Her skin was cold, and it felt really good to the touch.

The real, living Fuyou.

In his hand. His.

As the atmosphere became increasingly out of control, a shrill ring from a cell phone suddenly broke the ambiguous silence in the private room.

Fu You's expression, originally cold and even a little bored, softened after he saw the caller ID. Xiao Xi had never seen such an expression on Fu You's face before.

It was like when the other person looked at a butterfly, no, it was even more...

"Well, Xiaoran, there are some things going on in the group. I've already taken care of them. I'll be back soon."

On the other end of the phone, the young man's tone was rude and defiant, very harsh.

But with Fu You's personality, he was able to be patient and respond to every word.

Xiao Xi sat back in his seat and looked at Fu You.

The fire burning in his chest was extinguished in an instant. Xiao Xi leaned back in his chair, his eyes dark as he looked at Fu You who was on the phone.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Xiao, my brother asked me to go home." It took Fu You several minutes to put down the phone.

Xiao Xi curled his lips to show that he didn't mind at all. He looked like a gentleman, considerate and mature president. It was completely different from the man who was saying those blushing love words to the handsome young man in front of him not long ago.

He stood up and saw Fu You off, and only walked back to the private room after watching the other party's car disappear from his sight.

In the room, the tea had gone completely cold, and the mist had subsided.

Xiao Xi sat down on the chair Fu You had just occupied, and his fingertips slowly touched the armrest, sensing the remaining body temperature of the young man.

Jiang is reckless. Xiao Le returns.

A bunch of drunken playboys, useless scoundrels who survive on the dregs that slip through his fingers.

How could these trash deserve Fuyou's attention?

The man held the remaining cigarette of Fu You, and like a pervert, he brought it to his lips and took a puff, then his expression seemed to become calm.

However, if you look closely, you can see that Xiao Xi's eyelashes are lowered, and there is a dark and gray look in his eyes that makes people's hair stand on end.

He lowered his eyes, thinking to himself:

I wish they all died.