Curvy figure
“But I want to make this clear beforehand, you can’t lie to me in the slightest with your answer.” Fang Chuan raised a finger and waved it in front of Huang Fuda.
"Then let me make this clear first, there are only two questions. Think them through before you ask." Huang Fuda put down his chopsticks and looked at him.
"Five!"
"One."
"4~"
"One."
"Three and a half?"
Huang Fuda couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head, "Maybe we shouldn't ask anymore."
Fang Chuan followed suit, shaking his head and putting on airs, "That works too."
...
The two fell silent and waited. Just as Fang Chuan was about to give in, Boss Huang spoke up.
"You little brat, there are only three. If you don't want to ask, then forget it."
"Three and a half."
"……OK."
Fang Chuan sat up straight, pointed at Huang Fuda's face, and asked, "Who hit him?"
Huang Fuda looked up at him and replied, "Yunge."
Fang Chuan's face darkened instantly. That dead-looking guy who looked like he wouldn't live long had actually hit him?
Suppressing his anger, he asked in a deep voice, "Why did I hit you?"
Huang Fuda looked at Fang Chuan's face; it was very bad. He knew that this matter wasn't ultimately Fang Chuan's fault, and if he told Fang Chuan directly, he would definitely overthink things. Huang Fuda tapped the table repeatedly, speaking vaguely, "Because the dog he keeps is disobedient."
Fang Chuan stared into Huang Fuda's eyes beneath his tousled hair and said, "I don't understand. You have to answer me in a way that I can understand."
"Because I'm disobedient. Do I have to spell it out like that?" Huang Fuda chuckled.
“You’re still trying to fool me. Huang Fuda, explain yourself clearly, what exactly is the reason? Don’t try to lie to me,” Fang Chuan continued. “This is your last chance.”
Huang Fuda leaned back in his chair and sighed, "There was something I needed to do, but I messed it up, causing him a lot of losses, so I called..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fang Chuan stood up to leave. Huang Fuda hurriedly grabbed him and said, "He was unhappy because he saw the marks on my body, so he hit me. Is that enough?"
How did this kid find out? You can't fool him anymore.
Fang Chuan had his back to him, his body stiff. He had only been testing him, and he wasn't sure if what he said was true or false. Who knew that he would actually get it, and for this reason no less.
Did I cause him to get beaten up? Why is that deadpan guy so angry? How close are they? I can't possibly be the third party, can I? No way. They're not close, but they must have slept together. Otherwise, how could that deadpan guy, who isn't even a brother, have the nerve to be so nosy?
He turned around, looked at the slap mark on Huang Fuda's face, gently squatted down in front of him, took his hand, and said, "Everyone says you are Yun Ge's adopted brother, but I know you two must have slept together, so what is your relationship now?"
“I told you, I am his dog. I usually beg for food outside, and when I am about to starve to death, I go back and wag my tail, begging him to give me some food.”
Fang Chuan lowered his head and gently rubbed Huang Fuda's still bruised wrist, saying, "Then how did you two go from being brothers to being in bed? I need to know the time, the place, the cause, the process, and the result."
"Isn't your question a bit too long?"
Fang Chuan ignored him and just urged him to speak quickly.
"Nine years ago, at the Yun family villa that you and I visited last time, on the second floor, the third room on the right."
"Why?"
"Does he think I'm good-looking? Why don't you call him over and ask him?"
Fang Chuan instantly realized that he had been forced, and he was stunned. After a long while, Fang Chuan asked again.
"...What happened next?"
"Are you sure you want to hear this?" Huang Fuda said with a half-smile.
Fang Chuan pursed his lips, somewhat regretful, but still asked, "And the result?"
"As a result, I left the Yun family. He compensated me with a piece of land and gave me some money, which I used to open a hotel." Huang Fuda patted Fang Chuan's head. "Aren't your legs numb? Stand up."
Fang Chuan stood up and looked down at his boss, Mr. Huang. The redness and swelling on his face had subsided a little, and he reached out and gently touched it.
Huang Fuda turned his face away, then held out his hand and said, "Alright, let me see the video."
Fang Chuan slowly withdrew his hand after hearing this, then ran quickly to the door. Without even changing his slippers, he grabbed the doorknob and prepared to slip away. But suddenly, a tall shadow loomed over him, and a hand landed on his shoulder.
Fang Chuan turned around, looked at Huang Fuda, and said, "This doorknob is nice. I'll replace it with one for my apartment later."
Huang Fuda stretched out his hand again, "So there's no video at all."
"Do you dare to bet?" Fang Chuan asked seriously.
Huang Fuda remained silent.
Upon seeing this, Fang Chuan smiled, his eyes narrowing.
"You see, you care far more than you said you did yesterday."
"Huang Fuda, I want too little."
He lifted Fang Chuan back onto the sofa and spun around on the floor, clutching his aching back.
"I've answered all your questions, Fang Chuan. You can't go back on your word. I just wanted to take a look, not ask you to delete it."
Fang Chuan casually twirled his phone and said, "Why do you want to know if I took the picture or not? It's because you're unsure if what I did was worth offending my mom, so you're still hesitating, right?"
Huang Fuda walked over and sat down next to Fang Chuan: "You're overthinking it."
"Am I overthinking things, or underthinking them?" Fang Chuan turned to look at him. "Yesterday, if you could still move, you wouldn't have let me go, right? If my mom hadn't suddenly called, you probably would have tried every means to make me stay. I'm so easy to manipulate. You could make me cry like that with just a few words. Once you recovered, a little coaxing would have made me obediently delete the video. After all, I like you and don't want you to be sad, right?"
Huang Fuda didn't say anything, he just smiled helplessly.
"Besides, you didn't tell me everything just now. You're hiding something from me."
What have I been hiding?
“You’re not someone who values chastity, so why would you leave the Yun family just because he forced himself on you? Since you’ve been hiding something from me, it’s fair that I don’t show it to you.”
Huang Fuda paused for a moment, then lowered his head somewhat dejectedly and said, "That has little to do with what you want to know." He gave a bitter smile and rubbed his temples. "If you don't want to show it to me, fine, whatever. The worst that can happen is that you put the video all over the place. I've lost face over the years, so that's not a big deal."
Seeing his expression, Fang Chuan realized he had gone a bit too far and instantly felt sorry for him.
“Um… if you don’t want to talk about it… that’s fine. I won’t show it to anyone else, so don’t worry.” Fang Chuan’s tone changed, and he added, “But don’t try to play tricks on me. I just like you, I’m not stupid.”
He got up, went to get the ointment, and gently applied it to Huang Fuda's face. "Let me stay here tonight. I can change your dressing in the middle of the night. Otherwise, there will definitely still be marks tomorrow. You can't wear a mask to work."
Fang Chuan's eyes darted around, and he hesitated before saying, "How about we don't go to work tomorrow? We can watch a movie at home or something, mainly so that Boss Huang can rest."
“Your boss Huang never takes a break.” Huang Fuda took the medicine and casually applied it himself. “But if you threaten me with the video, I can take a break.”
Fang Chuan blinked after hearing this and moved closer to his boss, Mr. Huang.
"...Then...should I...threaten him?"
When Huang Fuda came out of the shower, Fang Chuan was facing away from him, bending down to put the frozen beer on the bedside table. His short-sleeved shirt hung down with gravity, vaguely revealing his slender waist.
He carefully examined Fang Chuan's figure, then opened the wardrobe, picked out the smallest set of pajamas, and handed it to him.
"Wear this after you shower."
Fang Chuan took the clothes into the bathroom, quickly washed up, and then came out with his shirt wide open and his hands holding up his waistband. He looked just like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes.
Why did you buy such a big dress?
Huang Fuda looked at Fang Chuan, whose pajamas were unusually ill-fitting, flipped the beer off his face, and said, "It's more comfortable if they're loose."
"These pants are way too loose. If I don't hold them up by the waistband, they're going to fall down."
Huang Fuda waved to him.
"Let me see."
Fang Chuan obediently walked up to him and let go of his hand. Then his pajama pants started to slide down, eventually hanging on his hips. Huang Fuda saw this and tried to help him pull them up, but as soon as he touched the fabric, the waistband slipped down even further, getting stuck on Fang Chuan's curvaceous figure.
Huang Fuda joked, "It's a good thing you have a nice butt and you're a man, otherwise you wouldn't be able to hold on."
He pinched Fang Chuan's hip bone again and said, "Just wear these, you can't go naked."
Fang Chuan felt a tightening in his lower abdomen from the pinch, and seeing that his pants were about to fall down, he quickly reached out and pulled up his waistband.
"I've been wanting to tell you this for a while now. Your pajamas are so big, you could fit two of you inside. What's the difference between wearing them or not?" Fang Chuan said as he pulled up his pants and climbed onto the bed. Once on the bed, he threw his shirt on the stool and lay down, still pulling up his pants.
“I can’t just walk around naked at home. Besides, I’m not wearing any clothes, they won’t fall off.” Huang Fuda turned on the bedside lamp and lay down, then saw Fang Chuan smile while holding his phone.
"You can't guess my password. Don't try it next time. I've had it locked for half an hour."
Huang Fuda turned to the side, propped his head up, and looked at him. Then he handed over his phone: "My password is easy to guess. How about we switch?"
Fang Chuan couldn't let such a good opportunity slip by, so he took the phone and started trying it out.
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It's unlocked.
Fang Chuan looked up at him in surprise and said, "You change your door lock password every day, how come you set your phone password like this?"
Huang Fuda teased, "Isn't that because you always try my door lock password?"
Fang Chuan fell silent and began scrolling through Huang Fuda's phone. The messages were all work-related and uninteresting. He put down his phone, turned to face Huang Fuda, and hesitantly began to speak.
"...Can you break up with Yunge?"
Huang Fuda gently brushed his hand past Fang Chuan's ear, his voice soft, slightly hoarse from drinking: "Are you sure you want to talk about other men with me in bed?"
Fang Chuan's ears were itchy, so he squinted and rubbed his face against Huang Fuda's hand. Then a handsome, aggressive face came close, and warm, moist breath brushed against Fang Chuan's lips, making the surrounding air seem thinner.
Fang Chuan took two quick breaths, grabbed Huang Fuda by the neck, and flipped over to straddle his waist.
He leaned down, almost touching Huang Fuda's lips, and said, "You usually seduce people like this, right? You can easily bewitch them with a little trick and get them whatever they want. You've really mastered that face.
Huang Fuda's hands swirled around Fang Chuan's waist and hips, and he smiled gently, "So slender, is it 70?"
Fang Chuan was stunned, and said blankly, "67."
"No wonder, it's 8cm short, your pants are bound to fall down." The hand on the waist moved more forcefully. "I'll buy you a waist chain, it'll look really good when you move."
He slightly opened his mouth to kiss Fang Chuan's upper lip, but Fang Chuan turned his head away.
Fang Chuan said seriously, "Huang Fuda, I told you, don't try to play tricks on me, I won't fall for it."
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