Peacock spreading its tail feathers
The car was parked in front of a club, and the owner didn't tell him to go in, so he obediently stayed in the car.
Unwilling to use the computer in the car to write his thesis, and feeling bored, he thought about everything that had happened since he met Huang Fuda, feeling that his life had become richer since then. So he opened his notes app and wrote "Driver's Daily Work Log - Day 1".
While he was entertaining himself, Huang Fuda inside was having a much harder time.
This meeting was organized by the president of the chamber of commerce. He said that several hotels had been having some unpleasantness recently, and to avoid damaging the harmony, they decided to discuss it face-to-face.
If it were someone else organizing the gathering, it wouldn't matter, but since it's the president of the chamber of commerce, everyone has to give him face.
As soon as Huang Fuda pushed open the door to the private room, the eyes of everyone inside immediately followed him, each with their own distinct expression and meaningful gaze.
The scene was divided into three groups: local hotels, recently arrived hotels, and Huang Fuda.
Everyone had a personal falling out with the outsiders, but they maintained a polite facade in public, exchanging pleasantries until...
Huang Fuda didn't leave the club until 1 a.m.
Seeing him come out, Fang Chuan got out of the car ahead of time and opened the back door for him. Boss Huang seemed to be in a bad mood and didn't say a word after getting in the car. Fang Chuan then closed the car door for him and got into the driver's seat.
"Boss, where are we going back to?"
"Yun Island on Xingyi Road".
The car reeked of alcohol, but the driver sounded sober. Why wasn't he home so late? Did he still have work to do? It was Fang Chuan's first day on the job, so he didn't dare ask too many questions and risk offending the driver. He obediently started the car and drove towards the hotel.
With few cars on the road in the early morning, Fang Chuan drove a bit faster. Huang Fuda rolled down the back window, and the wind rushed into the car, gradually dissipating the smell of alcohol.
Huang Fuda doesn't seem to have the habit of using hair gel; his hair always hangs down naturally. At this moment, the wind outside the window is blowing his hair wildly in front of him, and he is leaning back with his eyes closed, looking very comfortable.
Fang Chuan glanced behind him and then raised the window back up.
"I just drank a lot of alcohol, and the wind will give me a headache."
"Then open it a little wider."
"Let's keep the air conditioning on, it won't be good if we feel unwell the next day."
"The air conditioner is on, and the windows are open." Huang Fuda's voice carried a hint of impatience.
Fang Chuan didn't say anything more. On his first day at work, he had to be likable, Fang Chuan told himself.
Upon arrival, Fang Chuan got out of the car and opened the door for Boss Huang. Boss Huang was a considerate person towards his subordinates. Seeing that it was late, he told him that he could sleep on Yun Island.
Mr. Huang has a private suite on the upper floor of his hotel. The suite has two rooms, one for him and one for his own mattress. There are also several sets of spare clothes in the wardrobe.
After giving the room key to Fang Chuan, he went to the manager's office and told Fang Chuan to go to sleep first.
Fang Chuan agreed, entered the suite and looked around. There was nothing special about it; if he had to say, it was that it had a more lived-in feel than the other rooms.
The main and secondary rooms are clearly distinguishable. He thought that if other people weren't leaving, they would probably sleep in the smaller secondary bedroom.
After washing up, Fang Chuan went to bed. He was indeed exhausted today, and he fell asleep before Boss Huang returned.
Mr. Huang returned half an hour later, his brow furrowed. He went into his room and found his good driver lying on the bed, the blanket only covering his stomach, naked, sleeping soundly.
Fang Chuan did it on purpose, of course.
He didn't actually become a driver for the money.
Before getting into bed after taking a shower, he even seriously considered whether or not to wear pajamas, especially whether or not to wear Mr. Huang's pajamas.
Huang Fuda stood at the door, his mind somewhat sluggish from staying up all night and drinking.
In the end, he still couldn't wake Fang Chuan.
After a quick wash, Huang Fuda changed into his pajamas and lay down on the other side of the bed, where he slept soundly through the night.
Fang Chuan woke up the next day because of the heat. He was nestled in Huang Fuda's arms, wrapped tightly in the blanket.
Huang Fuda was still asleep, his warm breath brushing against Fang Chuan's head. He tried to move, but the arm around his waist immediately tightened. The sleeping man mumbled something indistinctly:
"wind……"
He glanced at the window; it was tightly shut. Fang Chuan ignored it, turned to face Boss Huang, and buried his head in the crook of Boss Huang's neck. The collar of his pajamas was disheveled, revealing half of Huang Fuda's full pectoral muscles. He brought his nose close to smell it, then gently kissed him. The traces left from last time hadn't faded yet, and the young man suddenly felt a little restless.
I was prepared to be woken up last night, but I slept until now. I glanced at the time, it was 5 a.m. Fang Chuan instantly felt sleepy again; college students' biological clocks are just so peculiar.
He closed his eyes, gently nuzzled his head against Boss Huang's chest, put his hand on Boss Huang's waist, and drifted off to sleep.
When Fang Chuan woke up again at 8:30, Boss Huang had already left.
He quickly washed up and got dressed, then grabbed his phone and car keys and headed out. He sent a message to his boss, but received no reply. So he ran down to the lobby to ask about Boss Huang's whereabouts. He eventually learned that Boss Huang was in the hotel manager's office.
He went to the office door and knocked.
"Come in." It was Huang Fuda's voice.
Fang Chuan opened the door and found a woman dressed in business attire who looked quite young inside.
She gave Fang Chuan a polite smile, then stood up.
"Mr. Huang, let's stop here for now. Please reconsider what I told you."
Huang Fuda also stood up and saw her out of the office.
“You need to think about it again, Xiting. Go back and think about it some more.” After he finished speaking, he turned to Fang Chuan, who was standing to the side, and said, “Xiao Fang, this is President Lin Xiting. Go and see him off.” The boss had spoken.
"You look young, have you graduated yet?"
"No, Mr. Huang kindly took me in for an internship."
After hearing this, Lin Xiting looked enlightened and then looked at Huang Fuda with a sense of loss, saying, "President Huang is still so kind."
Fang Chuan escorted the person to the hotel entrance.
"President Lin, please wait two minutes, I'll go get your car."
Upon hearing this, she covered her mouth with her hand and laughed uncontrollably.
"No need, my office is in the building across the street, next to Mr. Huang's. You're new here, you'll get to know each other better."
She patted Fang Chuan on the shoulder, then walked away.
Fang Chuan felt a little embarrassed. He had only started working last night and was not familiar with this. Judging from what she said, she should also be from Yun Island.
Fang Chuan returned to his office. Huang Fuda seemed to be busy. He looked up at him and said, "I was at the hotel this morning. Nothing much happened. Come pick me up at 3 pm."
"Go ask Assistant Li for a copy of my schedule. If you have any questions, just ask her."
Fang Chuan looked at Huang Fuda, who was being very businesslike, and felt a pang of resentment. His little scheme from last night had gone unanswered, like a child giving a gift to an adult, only to be ignored without praise or criticism.
At that moment, besides Huang Fuda, there were two subordinates in the office. He put away his inappropriate thoughts, adopted the attitude of a working man, said "okay," and then left.
He didn't drive the black and white striped Huang Fuda; it was too ugly for him. He left the hotel, took his laptop, hailed a taxi back to his apartment, and didn't want to do anything else but go back to the university library to write his thesis for a while.
He opened the door, took off his shoes, and then suddenly remembered that he hadn't cleaned the leather shoes in his shoe cabinet that day. So he opened the glass shoe cabinet, took out the shoe polish from the side shelf, and began to meticulously polish each pair.
His gaze fell upon a pair of tall military boots on the upper floor. He carefully took them down and couldn't help but imagine what Huang Fuda would look like wearing them. He pressed his nose against the boot shaft, carefully smelling the aroma of the leather, and finally let out a long sigh.
The task is arduous and the road ahead is long.
And I don't know what size he wears, so I'll have to take a closer look later and prepare accordingly.
After everything was tidied up, the slight annoyance I had this morning because of Huang Fuda vanished.
He set up his computer and was about to go to the library when his peripheral vision caught sight of the guitar on the wall. There was also a stand on the balcony. After looking at it for a moment, he had the idea to send a video of himself playing and singing to Boss Huang.
How could Fang Chuan, who had charmed countless women, possibly let go of such an opportunity to seduce someone?
Without further ado, I took the camera out of the drawer, put it on the tripod, pointed it at myself, and turned on the video recording mode.
The young man sat on the beanbag chair on the balcony with his guitar in his arms, and plucked the strings to tune it.
As for what to sing, it's love songs, of course.
He cleared his throat, shifted his position, and struck a graceful pose. His clear voice drifted through the empty room, carrying a strange sense of loneliness.
The wind rustles the windows and leaves.
Dreams wander to farther places.
The moon was only half-hidden in the sky.
I saw someone on the ground who still couldn't sleep.
...
After recording, Fang Chuan reviewed the video and decided to only edit the first 30 seconds or so. However, he hesitated on Huang Fuda's WeChat interface and ultimately posted it to his Moments.
It was getting late, so he immediately headed to the school library. Finding a sunny spot, Fang Chuan turned on his computer and started writing his paper, but he couldn't concentrate. He checked his WeChat Moments every now and then; there were constant likes and comments, but none from Huang Fuda.
Feeling agitated, Fang Chuan closed his laptop and decided to borrow a book to read.
He was so engrossed in reading that he only closed the book when his wristband vibrated at 2:15. He didn't go back to his apartment; instead, he took his laptop and hailed a taxi directly to a hotel.
He arrived at 2:45, just in time. He put his things in Huang Fuda's car, then went upstairs and waited at the door. At 2:55, he knocked on the door precisely on time.
When Huang Fuda saw it was him, he put down the report, got up and went to his suite to change his clothes.
The hallway was covered with a thick carpet, making only a slight sound when you walked on it. Fang Chuan followed closely behind him, his eyes following Huang Fuda's back as he entered the bedroom of the suite, where he was stopped by the door.
The boss was dressed very casually this time, in a white polo shirt and gray athletic shorts, and he looked much younger.
There was a full-length mirror standing by the door, and Huang Fuda stood in front of it adjusting his collar.
"Next time, sleep in another room. It's specially prepared for you. If you don't like it, you can go home. Travel expenses will be reimbursed." He casually and simply gave this instruction.
Fang Chuan didn't respond to that, but instead asked where they were going later.
"Tianhe Shengyuan." A very high-end villa area.
There weren't many cars on the road at three in the afternoon, and they arrived at the entrance of the residential area quickly. Huang Fuda asked Fang Chuan to stop for a moment, then got out of the car and went into a supermarket. The supermarket owner recognized Huang Fuda and greeted him with a smile, "You've come to see your grandfather?"
Huang Fuda smiled and nodded: "I've been busy lately and haven't been here for a long time."
"The same old thing?"
"yes."
A short while later, Boss Huang came out carrying four boxes: a box of milk, a box of eight-treasure porridge, a box of peach shortbread, and a box of Wahaha products.
Given Huang Fuda's status, it would be inappropriate for him to take these things. He is not an ordinary person, and giving these things away would only make the recipient feel that Huang Fuda, the big boss, is looking down on him.
Fang Chuan couldn't help but ask, "Is this all we need?"
“We really can’t do without these.” Huang Fuda didn’t explain further and gestured for Fang Chuan to drive into the residential area.
The villas in the community were quite far apart, and it took them a long time to get there. Fang Chuan took two boxes and followed the boss to a villa. When they got to the door, Huang Fuda said, "Give me your two boxes too, and then ring the doorbell."
He handed the items to Boss Huang. Looking at him, dressed casually and carrying a handful of gifts, he looked like a well-behaved student in his early twenties.
Fang Chuan rang the doorbell, and a person came out a moment later. He opened the door and saw that it was Huang Fuda. He hurriedly came in and said loudly, "Grandpa, Xiao Feng is here!"
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