He's a true genius.
The doorway was dimly lit, and the person's eyes gleamed with a deep, enigmatic light, yet a smile played on their lips...
Huang Fuda remembers that this was the person Wang Tielin sent to him.
The young man in front of me was dressed in a well-fitting suit, with a slender waist, short hair, and his face was completely exposed, making him handsome and refreshing.
She's his type.
Huang Fuda lowered his head slightly, his body reeking of alcohol, and stroked the back of the young man's head, pulling him close and kissing him domineeringly.
Just as he was engrossed in the moment, he was pushed away by the person in front of him, and Huang Fuda frowned in displeasure.
“Be good,” Huang Fuda said.
Fang Chuan looked at him with a smile, put his arms around Boss Huang's waist, and asked in a coquettish tone, "Boss Huang, who am I?"
Huang Fuda looked at him, blinked somewhat bewildered, and seemed quite troubled, without saying a word.
Seeing this, Fang Chuan was both amused and annoyed. He bent down, put his arm around Huang Fuda's legs, and carried his boss to the bedside.
The person in his arms struggled a few times but couldn't break free, then chuckled drunkenly and mumbled, "You brat...you're pretty strong..."
"I can even hold you and spin you around," Fang Chuan said, bouncing the man in his arms, and then he really did hold him and spin him around a few times.
Huang Fuda opened his eyes wide and laughed happily in Fang Chuan's arms. After Fang Chuan stopped, he was also tired of laughing, so he let his head relax and leaned against Fang Chuan's neck.
His warm, moist breath brushed against Fang Chuan's skin. He turned his head and kissed Huang Fuda's forehead before placing him on the bed.
Without getting up, he just lay down next to Huang Fuda, lifted his bangs with his hand, and looked at the drunkard: "You're in this state, and you still want to open the door for that little bunny? What can you do, huh?"
"Huang Fuda, Boss Huang, haven't I treated you well? I'm not some rich young master, but I'm not just some random Tom, Dick, or Harry. I drive you around and serve you food and drink every day, why don't you appreciate it?"
"He's always so businesslike with me at the company, but he's all smiles when he's with that old geezer surnamed Wang." He rubbed Huang Fuda's soft, wet lips a few times with his other hand, then spread his fingers to the sides, forcing a smile. "Come on, smile!"
Huang Fuda felt uncomfortable in his mouth, so he brushed the hand off his face, thinking to himself, "How can this person be so bold? He's just like that kid Fang Chuan."
...and looks like Fang Chuan.
He raised his hand and slid it down from the man's eyebrows and nose to his Adam's apple, then unbuttoned the collar with one hand and reached inside.
"You old lecher," Fang Chuan muttered smugly, then took off his shirt and bent down to entwine his tongue with Huang Fuda's.
Huang Fuda was incredibly enthusiastic, taking off most of his clothes himself and constantly stroking Fang Chuan's body, quickly becoming excited.
"Come in..." the drunkard mumbled between kisses.
Fang Chuan chuckled after hearing this, and then said, "I wouldn't dare. If I really went in tonight, you'd definitely think it was my idea when you woke up tomorrow, and you'd turn on me."
After saying that, he got angry again. It was the same last time. He turned around and left after using it, and I even asked for a fee. It made me so angry that I laughed.
Fang Chuan looked down at Huang Fuda and smiled again.
"It's your turn today."
Huang Fuda wasn't completely drunk, and he still had some business acumen in his mind. However, he was incredibly strong when drunk, sometimes rough and sometimes gentle. After a few rounds, Fang Chuan was covered in marks and quite exhausted.
After finishing, the person on top of him fell asleep on the bed. Fang Chuan turned his head to look at him and said, "You're more like a young master than me. I'm always the one who cleans up. I even washed the sofa cover last time."
He didn't have to wash the sheets today. He sat up, supporting his back, and looked at the mess beneath him, feeling that something was still missing.
His eyes rolled twice under his thin eyelids, then he smiled with narrowed eyes, biting the cut on his lip even bigger, causing blood to seep out. Fang Chuan smeared the blood on his hand and then wiped it on the messy spot on the bed.
He tilted his head and examined his work again, but still wasn't satisfied. So he got out of bed, found the hotel's sewing kit, opened it, pricked his finger with a needle, and rubbed it on the sheets a few times before he was finally satisfied.
To prevent the unraveling of the needle and thread from arousing Huang Fuda's suspicion, he tore off a few buttons from his shirt and then, like a smug fox, stood by the bed watching Huang Fuda, who was completely unaware of what was happening.
I can't wait to see what Mr. Huang will look like when he wakes up tomorrow.
It's definitely something to look forward to, because Huang Fuda woke up with a dark expression on his face.
This is extremely rare.
After all, Mr. Huang always presents himself as an elegant and polite gentleman in public, and even when he is angry, he always restrains himself.
Fang Chuan was secretly pleased to see him like this, but he appeared weak on the surface. When he tried to get up by supporting himself on the bed, his arm went limp.
He considerately transformed into a comforting presence: "Boss, don't take it to heart. I'm a grown man, it's nothing..."
After saying that, he made a move to get out of bed, but suddenly seemed to be in a lot of pain, and gasped for breath. With the bruises all over his body, Mr. Huang next to him looked like a beast.
Huang Fuda frowned, got out of bed, walked over to Fang Chuan, and scooped the young man up in his arms, carrying him to the bathroom.
Fang Chuan was pale, and when he was put into the bathtub, he even said thank you.
"I was drunk and acted recklessly this time. Just tell me what you want." Huang Fuda said calmly, habitually stating his conditions.
"Ha, it's the same old story." Fang Chuan sneered inwardly.
“It’s consensual…no need for this, it’s not like we haven’t done it before.” Fang Chuan changed the subject, “But speaking of which, this is my first time here. I heard there’s a Changbai Peak next door. If Boss Huang really wants to do something, come with me to take a look around there.”
After saying that, she seemed to suddenly remember something and tentatively looked at Huang Fuda: "But boss, you're quite busy and really don't have time... never mind."
Huang Fuda is indeed busy. After signing the contract with Wang Tielin, he's about to start major renovations on Yun Island. Driver Lao Liu is also coming back soon after finishing his business. There's still no news about the security camera issue, and he hasn't responded to what Yun Ge mentioned last time. And there's still the matter Lin Xiting brought up…
One thing after another, just thinking about them gave him a headache. But right now, there was another headache in front of him, and that was Fang Chuan.
Originally, I intended to hire him and simply have him as my subordinate, but things turned out differently and we ended up sleeping together. It wasn't that the cunning kid who took the initiative; it was my lustful desires that got the better of me.
But he also had doubts. He was drunk, but Fang Chuan wasn't. And how did he get in? Wang Tielin wouldn't be so stingy as to put the two of them in the same room.
Yesterday he said he would arrange for a massage therapist to come, but has he come? He has no recollection of it at all.
The hangover was already unpleasant, and after thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't come up with anything.
Huang Fuda suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and then his stomach began to churn. He turned around and leaned against the toilet, gagging, but only managed to vomit some stomach acid.
Seeing this, Fang Chuan stopped pretending, sat up from the bathtub, leaned over to look at Huang Fuda, who looked disheveled, sighed helplessly, and resignedly stood up to get the boss a glass of water.
He gently patted Huang Fuda's back, then handed him the water, thinking to himself that every time he was with Huang Fuda, he felt like he was just a servant.
Huang Fuda looked genuinely unwell, clutching his stomach and sweating profusely. It took him a while to recover and his complexion improved.
He stood up, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fang Chuan covered in marks, and his stomach suddenly clenched again.
Seeing Fang Chuan's worried expression, he said, "I'm fine, I just drank too much yesterday." He pulled Fang Chuan's arm and made the young man go back into the bathtub, then squeezed some shower gel to wash Fang Chuan.
“If you want to go, you can leave this afternoon after signing the contract this morning,” Huang Fuda said gently.
Upon hearing this, Fang Chuan couldn't help but laugh, his eyes shining.
Seeing how happy he was, Huang Fuda smiled even more gently. He had just finished washing the surface of Fang Chuan's clothes when his wrist was grabbed.
Fang Chuan's fear of blood was exposed, so he pretended to be shy.
"I...I can do it myself. You can go out."
After hearing this, Huang Fuda considerately left the bathroom.
Fang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, quickly cleaned himself up, drained the water, and nimbly stepped out to take a shower.
He never uses outside bathtubs, not for any other reason than he finds them dirty.
When he came out, he saw Huang Fuda looking at the needle and thread next to his shirt.
Fang Chuan's brow twitched, thinking to himself, "Luckily, I was fully prepared."
"The button was torn yesterday. I only took this shirt with me, and I have to sign a contract today, so I sewed it up myself, but I still can't find one button."
He walked over calmly and took the shirt and needle and thread into his own hands.
"I have another one here, it might be a bit big, you can make do with it for now."
Huang Fuda stopped thinking about the needlework and asked about other things: "Why did you come here yesterday? I know you weren't drunk."
Fang Chuan smiled and said, "Yes, I'm not drunk, but you are. I was worried about you, so I knocked on the door to check on you."
"It turns out you've mistaken me for someone else."
I'm such a genius.
Fang Chuan felt smug.
"Oh, by the way, the little rabbit that Wang Tielin gave me came knocking on the door halfway through, but you were busy with other things, so you let him go." Fang Chuan gave the boss a knowing look, without going into details.
Actually, that little brat had a room key. He kept knocking on the door and swiping the card, dawdling for a long time. Fang Chuan was in the middle of something and wouldn't let him cause trouble at the door. He shouted "Get out!" and the rabbit ran away in a flash.
Huang Fuda didn't dwell on what happened last night, only saying, "When you're with him in person, call him General Manager Wang, don't keep calling him Wang Tielin."
Fang Chuan nodded obediently.
Yes, we'll call that old geezer, Mr. Wang, in a bit. We can't let Mr. Huang lose face, or Huang Fuda will get angry.
The two got ready and went out. Fang Chuan was wearing Huang Fuda's shirt, with two buttons undone at the collar, deliberately showing off the marks on his neck as he walked through the streets.
After meeting Wang Tielin, neither party talked much about the massage from the previous night, and they happily signed the contract.
After attending Wang Tielin's farewell banquet, they packed their suitcases and prepared to leave.
As he was leaving, Wang Tielin looked at Fang Chuan's neck and smiled amicably at him.
That old geezer at least has some sense.
While Fang Chuan was packing his luggage in the room, Huang Fuda booked tickets for the two of them to Changbai Peak. So after Wang Tielin's driver took them to the airport, they took the next available flight to Changbai Peak.
This time, Huang Fuda booked first class for both of them, and their seats were next to each other.
Fang Chuan smiled, closed his eyes, and listened to the roar of the plane taking off. His real "honeymoon" had begun.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
