Chapter 55 Hey! Stay
Zhu Yanshi felt that he was a little busy today, so he took the contract and carried his backpack and rode his electric bike to Fu Qian'an's residence.
Electric vehicles could not enter the villa area, so Zhu Yanshi parked the vehicle in front of the bus stop outside.
Holding my breath, I still had to walk a long way to reach Fu Qian'an's residence.
Zhu Yanshi took a breath with a dark cloud hanging over his head.
Just treat it as aerobic exercise.
He just walked without stopping until he reached the door of Building 6, raised his hand and rang the doorbell.
Fu Qi'an was taking a nap on the sofa in the living room, and the kitten was jumping around on him, playing parkour.
He was awakened by the doorbell, opened his eyes and looked at the surveillance camera at the door.
Printed with the face of a bright young boy.
Fu Qi'an just had a dream. In the dream, a hand pulled him forward, running against the wind, running regardless of anything.
He could feel the wind blowing through his hair and down his fingertips. He wanted to see the face of the boy who was pulling him.
Now that he suddenly found himself in the situation, he felt an indescribable sense of amazement in his heart.
I don’t know if the kitten had any sense, but it stopped its lightning-fast run and stood obediently at Fu Qi’an’s feet.
A cat-like face looked at him expectantly.
Saying——
Take me to see it! Take me to see it!
Fu Qi'an, with a paralyzed face and a cat lying on his shoulder, went to open the door for Zhu Yanshi.
The door opened, and the kitten jumped out like an arrow and snuggled into Zhu Yanshi's arms.
She rolled over, exposing her belly for Zhu Yanshi to grab.
“…”
Licking dogs and cats.
Doesn't it have any self-respect?
Fu Qi'an thought silently.
The kitten doesn't want it. The kitten just wants to expose its belly in the arms of the person it loves.
Don't rub Zhu Yanshi's arm with a cat-like face.
Meowing and complaining.
Zhu Yanshi found it funny. It is said that pets take after their owners, but Maoqiu and Fu Qian'an are not similar at all. Not only are they not similar, there is also a huge contrast.
Maoqiu looked attentive and happy, while Fu Qian'an had a blank expression as if someone owed him money.
Holding the cat, he followed the other person into the villa and Zhu Yanshi moved closer.
"You two, father and son, have quite different personalities."
"Wouldn't it be boring to stay together?"
"I'm not bored."
Fu Qi'an glanced at Zhu Yanshi with a fake smile on his face.
"I'm the boring one, you should ask my cat."
"Is it boring?"
“…”
So abstract.
Zhu Yanshi rubbed the kitten's head. When Fu Qi'an stepped into the villa, he stood at the door. The cat and the man looked up at Fu Qi'an.
"Become a door god?"
Fu Qi'an raised his eyebrows.
"Should I change my shoes?"
Zhu Yanshi asked while cooperating by making a gesture of a gatekeeper.
“…”
Fu Qi'an narrowed his eyes and took out a pair of clean disposable slippers from the shoe cabinet next to him.
"Furball, come in."
Shouted.
Maoqiu reluctantly jumped out of Zhu Yanshi's arms and started his subway run like a kitten to vent his anger.
He shamelessly jumped around on the tables, cabinets, and sofas, running all over the room without bumping into anything.
I ran so hard that I was exhausted that I lay dead on the ground.
When Zhu Yanshi was sitting on the sofa, he pointed at the ball of fur lying on the floor next to him.
"It seems a little dissatisfied."
"Won't."
Fu Qianan put the coconut water he took out of the refrigerator on the table and turned around and shouted.
"come over."
Unwilling to accept the defeat, he ran around and finally came to Fu Qian'an's feet, panting with exhaustion.
Put your cat head close to the other person and let him rub it.
Very spineless.
Zhu Yanshi never expected to see his own reflection in a cat...
Fu Qi'an's eyes slowly shifted from the cat to the young man in front of him.
silence.
The air was silent for a long, long time.
He is scolding me.
Zhu Yanshi thought expressionlessly.
The contract was placed on the table. Fu Qian'an took a rough look at the contents. There were four copies in total, mixed with what Zhu Yanshi had promised him.
It clearly states that Zhu Yanshi will be in charge of Chunshan's work affairs, and Chunshan's interests will be prioritized. Anyone who makes decisions on work matters without Chunshan's consent will be required to pay a penalty of 2 million yuan.
Zhu Yanshi even showed the other party all his savings very sincerely.
It’s less than 500,000.
Fu Qianan put down the contract and reached out to stroke the fur on the back of the fur ball in his arms again and again.
Leaning against the back of the sofa, he stared calmly at Zhu Yanshi's face.
"Yesterday, you helped me achieve this..."
"I'm not helping you, I'm helping myself."
Zhu Yanshi's tone suddenly became serious, and he looked at the man sitting opposite him with a serious expression.
"Because of this kind of thing, I feel like I've paid a lot. You're so kind."
The boy's voice was very soft, and this was the first time Fu Qi'an heard such a judgment.
The first time he heard someone describe him as 'kind'.
In all close or non-close relationships, the biggest evaluation of him is that he is cold and selfish, and no one thinks he is kind.
They just think that his efforts are worth it.
Most people are selfish.
Zhu Yanshi pushed the paper contract on the table forward a few points.
"Business as usual."
"I promised you a promise, and I will definitely protect your interests."
His eyes fixed on it, Zhu Yanshi tapped lightly a few times with his fingers on the paper contract on the coffee table.
The bright light above his head flickered in his dark pupils.
Fu Qi'an was stared at like this. When he heard the other party thinking about his affairs again, he always felt that his heart was beating violently deep in his chest.
The kitten in his arms restlessly stretched out its soft paw pads and scratched Fu Qian'an's arm.
The man came back to his senses and his eyes slowly dropped.
"No one calls me... kind."
"But Mr. Haruyama, you are already very outstanding. You are so outstanding that you have the right to make requests and deserve respect."
"You can't lower your principles just because others treat you well."
"He seems cold to everyone, but in fact, as long as he is a little nice to you, he can control you."
Zhu Yanshi held his chin with his hand, looking into Fu Qian'an's eyes with a smile in his eyes.
It’s like looking into someone’s heart through their eyes in an instant.
Seen through at once.
Fu Qi'an quickly looked away. He didn't dare to look at such a direct gaze and could only stare at his fingertips quietly.
After thinking for a moment, he picked up the pen and signed the contracts one by one.
"I hope you won't let me down."
After writing the last word, the man placed the pen on the table and slowly shifted his gaze back to the boy's eyes.
He is not as glorious as he seems.
He is sensitive and has low self-esteem, longing for love and the family affection that he could not get in his childhood or even now.
His ability to capture external emotions is even weaker, so every time he can only fall into self-consumption again and again.
Because of a little kindness from others, I encountered many inconveniences at work.
Fu Qi'an actually knows what this is called - a people-pleasing personality.
After the contract was signed, they took a break. Zhu Yanshi was about to leave, Fu Qianan went into the studio, and Maoqiu didn't know where he went.
Zhu Yanshi wanted to go and say hello, so he pushed open the door of the studio and saw the man with his back to him pause with his hand holding the paintbrush.
Then he casually kicked the ball of fur lying next to him.
The ball of fur quickly stood up, turned its head, and threw itself into Zhu Yanshi's arms, wagging its tail.
"Furball...I want to go back..."
Zhu Yanshi really wanted to pull the cat out of his arms, but the poor furry ball stared at him with its sapphire eyes.
His hand movements paused.
"Stay for dinner."
Fu Qi'an naturally put down his paintbrush and made this suggestion.
"Maoqiu wants to stay with you for a while longer."
Zhu Yanshi looked at the ball of hair, then his gaze fell on Fu Qian'an's face.
"I'm afraid it's inconvenient for you..."
"convenient."
Fu Qi'an answered the call quickly.
The studio became quiet. Zhu Yanshi looked through the man's slightly embarrassed face and saw the painting behind him.
It was a blurry face of a young boy, and the blue light stained by the sunlight penetrated the glass and fell on the boy's face.
He looked at me with bright eyes and a warm smile on his face.
"Are you drawing me?"
Zhu Yanshi had noticed it last time, and he curiously held the cat and stood next to the drawing board.
He pointed at the boy's face that appeared on the drawing board and turned to look at Fu Qi'an.
The man sitting in front of the drawing board looked at the boy's smiling face so close to him, and his pupils contracted.
Turn your head.
"No."
The earlobe turned hot and deep red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zhu Yanshi suddenly leaned closer and, ignorantly, stretched out his finger and gently touched Fu Qian'an's earlobe.
"But your ears are very..."
Before he could finish his words, the man turned around hastily, his hair brushing against hers, and Fu Qian'an's breath sprayed on Zhu Yanshi's cheek.
What came in transition was a familiar fragrance from the other person.
They looked at each other closely, their hair was entangled ambiguously, and their breaths were pulling at each other.
Fu Qi'an's Adam's apple rolled, and he slowly relaxed his held breath until the young man in front of him calmly carried the cat away.
Staring at the painting on the drawing board, his eyelashes trembled.
His heart was beating very fast, so fast that it was difficult to catch.
Zhu Yanshi didn't quite understand Fu Qian'an's weirdness. He walked around the living room with the cat in his arms twice, but couldn't find anything to entertain himself. So he simply turned on the TV, leaned back on the sofa, tilted his head back, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"I watched TV!"
In the open studio, you can see the living room through the crack in the door.
Faint musical accompaniment drifted in from the gap in the door. Fu Qi'an picked up the paintbrush again, dipped it in some light blue paint, and painted it inside the border of the painting.
Turning my head from time to time, I could see the young man leaning on the sofa with a heart-beating smile on his face.
The other party's voice seemed to still echo in my ears.
The paintings that were previously created based solely on the boy’s imagination now come alive because of the reference objects in front of him.
Fu Qi'an inexplicably felt a tinge of happiness in this kind of environment, in this most common situation for ordinary people...
The door of the room was gently pushed open, and Maoqiu ran to both sides, sneaking into the studio.
She leaned against Fu Qian'an's leg as if wanting to get a reward, and rubbed it gently.
The man stopped painting on the paper, reached out, and gently rubbed the kitten's head.
"I'll give you dried yellow croaker as a reward tonight..."
I can keep Zhu Yanshi.
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