The little green tea is showing its power.
The streets were bustling with traffic, occasionally punctuated by long car horns. Shared electric bikes were haphazardly parked on the sidewalks, and every now and then a few young people dragging suitcases would pass by, laughing and joking with each other, weary from their journey, as they entered the unique hotel rest stops in Xianye.
On a bench against the wall opposite the hotel sat a disheveled man. He wore a wrinkled suit, his hair was messy and covered his eyes, and he had some stubble on his chin.
He's been sitting here all afternoon.
As the streets gradually emptied and the sun slowly set, taking away the last ray of light, a discreet black sedan pulled up to the side of the road.
A young man with short hair got out of the driver's seat and walked to the bench.
He bent down and sighed.
"Huang Fuda, come with me."
"I'll take care of you."
The down-on-his-luck man raised his head, his face filled with dejection and dejection.
Fang Chuan couldn't help but recall the first time he met him.
That wasn't the first time he'd been fired.
Inside the Changhua Square in Xianye City, Fang Chuan, with a fresh handprint on his face, ignored all the surprised and disdainful looks and walked briskly toward the restroom with a natural expression.
After quickly taking care of himself, he stepped out of the stall, leaned on the sink, and quietly gazed at himself in the mirror.
The bathroom tiles were all white, and the overhead light was also white. Only Fang Chuan, dressed in all black, stood there, looking like some kind of filthy thing.
The light shone on Fang Chuan's flushed face. His dark eyes stared at his reflection in the mirror, and he smiled silently, his lips barely moving as he uttered two words:
abnormal.
Fang Chuan walked out of Changhua Square and stood on the street to hail a taxi.
Changhua Plaza is the city's only large high-rise building, standing at 17 stories. In comparison, this less developed small city appears dilapidated. Large areas of run-down brick and tile houses, commercial areas no more than 6 stories high, a dense tangle of electrical wires haphazardly weaving through alleys, and small advertisements plastered on the walls and floors of the streets.
A black cab arrived and asked Fang Chuan if he wanted a ride. Fang Chuan saw that the car was relatively clean, so he gave an address and got in.
"Did your girlfriend hit this young man?"
"What, so you're not charging for this order?" Fang Chuan asked with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the driver shut up and remained silent.
After Fang Chuan transferred from the School of Computer Science to the School of Humanities in his sophomore year, he moved out of the dormitory and rarely went back to live there.
His home is in Xianye City, which is very close to the school, but he doesn't want to go back to that home, so he rented an apartment near the school.
The apartment's living room has a large floor-to-ceiling window, and the whole house has a warm color scheme, creating a very homey atmosphere.
Back home, after changing into his pajamas and watering the plants, Fang Chuan stood in front of the shoe cabinet and began his routine maintenance of the shoes inside.
This is another of his hobbies.
He hummed a song as he polished his shoes, occasionally picking them up to smell them, seemingly in a very good mood.
Halfway through the work, Fang Chuan received a call from his former roommate, Liu Jiacheng, saying that he had left a USB drive in his apartment and needed Fang Chuan to deliver it to the banquet hall upstairs in Changhua Plaza.
Fang Chuan hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed. After searching around the house and finding the USB drive, he put on a mask and hailed a taxi.
Dusk enveloped the city, casting long shadows on the ground. It was rush hour, and drivers, their patience wearing thin, honked their horns incessantly.
When Fang Chuan arrived, Liu Jiacheng had already sent seven or eight messages urging him to come. He went upstairs according to the location on his phone and sent a message to Liu Jiacheng at the entrance of the banquet hall.
It wasn't that he didn't want to go in, it's just that he was wearing a mask, slippers, and shorts, which wasn't appropriate.
After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply, Fang Chuan disregarded everything and went straight inside.
The banquet hall was large and spacious, with people standing in small groups, talking quietly. His inappropriate attire did not attract much attention.
Fang Chuan looked around, trying to find Liu Jiacheng in the crowd, but was inadvertently drawn to a figure.
That man was Huang Fuda. Their meeting was a very cliché one, just a common case of lust at first sight.
Huang Fuda was half a head taller than the average person, making him stand out in the crowd. He was half-turned with his back to him, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His well-fitting black suit made him look exceptionally noble, and he stood out from the crowd.
Fang Chuan was so engrossed in watching that he didn't notice he was bumped hard.
Bang!
A sharp pain shot through my shoulder, followed by a firm stomp on my right foot.
Fang Chuan couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, are you alright, buddy?" The man who had stepped on his foot hurriedly apologized.
Fang Chuan was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat and didn't have time to pay attention to him.
A steady, unhurried footstep approached from afar and stopped in front of him, at the same time a pair of elegant leather shoes came into view.
"Xiao Zhang, what happened?"
That voice is so gentle.
Fang Chuan couldn't help but want to see who it was, and when he looked up, it was indeed that person. He was much more handsome from the front than from the back.
The person in front of me smiled very politely, their voice as gentle as their expression. But their eyes were hidden beneath the wisps of hair on their forehead, making them impossible to see clearly.
"Boss, I was in a hurry and accidentally stepped on this guy's toe."
Fang Chuan's thoughts were interrupted by the culprit. He snapped back to reality and looked at the two people in front of him who seemed to be in a superior-subordinate relationship. Then, unexpectedly, he met the man's eyes. Fang Chuan's heart skipped a beat. The man's eyes were very imposing, like an eagle's, and even somewhat gloomy. They were completely different from the gentleness he had shown just moments before.
The shop owner smiled and took a step towards him. He handed a business card with a gold trim to Fang Chuan's chest, his thumb covering half of the card, just enough to reveal the name: Huang Fuda.
"Hello, I'm Huang Fuda." He paused slightly, then continued, "I'm sorry about what happened today. This is my business card. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything."
"My name is Fang Chuan." Fang Chuan took the business card and extended his hand in a handshake gesture.
Huang Fuda shook his strong hand up and down, and smiled apologetically: "I'm really sorry, I have something to do, so I'll have to go first."
Before Fang Chuan could nod, Huang Fuda turned around and walked back into the crowd to continue the conversation.
Xiao Zhang, who had stepped on his foot, hurriedly apologized to him, saying he had something urgent to attend to, and then left.
The slight noise attracted Liu Jiacheng, and Fang Chuan handed him the USB drive, thus completing his mission.
"Chuan'er, why are you still wearing a mask?" Liu Jiacheng asked in confusion.
"I recently caught a cold and I'm afraid of infecting others."
Liu Jiacheng nodded in agreement. "Then you should go back and get some rest. Thank you for today. I'll treat you to a meal in a couple of days."
Fang Chuan agreed, but as soon as he started walking, he felt a sharp pain in his foot, which was probably either a fracture or a crack.
Seeing this, Liu Jiacheng offered to help him into a taxi. Fang Chuan was about to agree when he spotted Huang Fuda again.
By this time, Huang Fuda had already walked about ten steps away, quite a distance. He was talking to someone beside him about something, his shoulders shaking slightly with laughter, and he shifted his steps slightly, revealing glimpses of the red soles of his shoes.
Fang Chuan's heart pounded upon seeing this. He had two great hobbies: collecting leather shoes and watching handsome men wear them.
His eyes were fixed on that red dot, his mind filled with Huang Fuda's face. It would be incredibly difficult to encounter someone so attractive in every way again; he couldn't miss this excellent opportunity to get to know him.
"No need, you go ahead and do your work, someone will take me there." Fang Chuan made an excuse to send Liu Jiacheng away.
Liu Jiacheng didn't insist; he was indeed very busy at the moment.
After he left, Fang Chuan took out his phone, dialed the number on the business card, and stared intently at the figure not far away.
This man has pretty good hair; it looks very nice to touch under the light.
The call was disconnected the first time, but was answered on the second.
"Hello? How are you?" The voice was still very pleasant.
"Hello, I'm the one whose foot was stepped on just now, I'm standing behind you."
Huang Fuda turned his head to the side, and the red on his feet also turned a corner. Such a bright red didn't look out of place on him at all.
He saw Fang Chuan calling him, paused for a moment, and then turned around completely and stood still, looking at each other with their phones raised.
Fang Chuan continued.
"I think I've broken my leg and can't walk. I'll have to trouble you to take me to the hospital. I'm really sorry, but my friend is busy and can't leave." Fang Chuan gave Huang Fuda an apologetic smile.
Huang Fuda walked towards Fang Chuan while holding up his phone: "No need to apologize, it was my responsibility."
He stopped in front of Fang Chuan, still in the posture of answering the phone, and said with his head down, "I didn't quite remember what you said earlier?"
The voice on the phone and the voice in reality rang out one after the other.
"Fangchuan, Fang in square and round, Chuan in mountains and rivers."
Huang Fuda then took a closer look at him. He had short hair, very handsome eyebrows, and smiling eyes. Although he was wearing a mask, his nose seemed quite prominent.
She's a good-looking student.
Fang Chuan was also carefully observing Huang Fuda. His suit was well-tailored and business-like, but the shirt underneath resembled that of an 18th-century European aristocrat. The overall combination was contradictory, fussy, and dowdy. Fortunately, he had the physique and face to compensate.
Huang Fuda called someone to come and take him away. While waiting, the two stood there and chatted idly.
"It's so hot, why is Xiao Fang wearing a mask?"
"I have a cold, and I'm afraid of catching it," Fang Chuan's muffled voice came through his mask.
Fang Chuan's foot was hurting more and more, and he was now supporting himself on his other foot: "Boss Huang, my foot hurts, can you help me to sit over there for a while?"
Huang Fuda didn't take him there, but looked at him gently and said, "If it hurts, lift your foot and put your hand on my arm. Xiao Zhang will be here soon."
Without any hesitation, he braced himself on Huang Fuda's arm and pressed his entire body weight onto him. Huang Fuda stood firmly without swaying at all.
Fang Chuan felt the texture of the arm under his hand; this person's arm was quite muscular, which was not apparent from his clothes.
Fang Chuan wondered how the rest of Huang Fuda's body was. His gaze moved from Huang Fuda's arm to his waist, then to his chest and shoulders, before suddenly meeting Huang Fuda's eyes again. Huang Fuda didn't show any displeasure, just gave a polite smile.
If only he liked men.
But it's okay if you don't like it; it's good to see each other more often.
Sure enough, Xiao Zhang arrived shortly afterward, his tall and sturdy figure resembling a small mountain, heading straight for the two of them.
Huang Fuda arranged for Xiao Zhang to take Fang Chuan to the hospital, and politely told Fang Chuan that he could contact him if he had any problems. After saying goodbye, Fang Chuan was taken away by Xiao Zhang.
He was practically carried by Xiao Zhang the whole way; Fang Chuanfei was lifted out like a flying arrow, and his feet didn't touch the ground until he was in front of the car. He was completely dizzy and hadn't even realized what was happening yet.
You wouldn't believe it until you see it; besides the large areas of black and white paint, the car also had some gray stripes. According to the driver, Xiao Zhang, the car was personally designed by Boss Huang.
...a unique taste.
Xiao Zhang is a warm and talkative person, and through his conversation, Fang Chuan gained a deeper understanding of Huang Fuda.
He is about 28 years old this year. He started from scratch and went from being a homeless child to becoming the owner of a well-known chain hotel in the surrounding cities.
Fang Chuan grew up in Xianye City, so of course he knew about Yundao Hotel and had even stayed there. In a small place like Xianye, the experience at Yundao Hotel was comparable to that of a typical hotel in Jinghai, which was quite good.
Xiao Zhang started worrying about Boss Huang's life again. He's tall and handsome, but he doesn't like women, which is infuriating. He takes men to hotels every few days. Only someone like himself would dare to be his driver.
With such a gossipy mouth, how can your boss trust you to work for him?
“But to be honest, Xiao Fang,” Xiao Zhang frowned, his expression heavy, “sometimes I’m quite scared. If he really takes a liking to me, I definitely won’t agree to it.”
Just as they came over a speed bump, the fat on Xiao Zhang's face jiggled up and down like a fleshy sheath.
Fang Chuan fell silent after hearing this.
No, it's really not that bad.
But it's such a coincidence that he also likes men.
With few classes during his senior year, Fang Chuan focused on recovering in his apartment. Xiao Zhang would visit him occasionally, and they even became quite familiar with the security guard at the entrance.
Fang Chuan didn't forget Huang Fuda's last words to him, and he really did send him WeChat messages every day to harass him. Why? Of course, it was to develop some other kind of relationship.
I don't ask for endless affection and unwavering love, I only ask for a peaceful night together.
It wasn't that he felt unworthy of Mr. Huang, but he genuinely didn't mean it. He wasn't interested in romantic relationships and had always been someone who lived for the moment.
Fang Chuan and Huang Fuda couldn't take off their masks when they first met, so they made up for it in their daily chats, sending photos every now and then.
Huang Fuda entered society early and was very perceptive.
He's never short of women in bed, so he never brings it up himself, but he's basically open to anyone who comes along. Fang Chuan hasn't made it clear yet, so he won't say anything either, just giving casual replies.
That night, Fang Chuan took out his phone again to harass Boss Huang. He stretched his foot, which had just been removed from its cast, and thought about how to get him to come out.
Today, Brother Zhang took me to have my cast removed, and my foot is almost healed. I'm so sorry to have troubled you so much during this time. If it's convenient, I'd like to treat you to a meal.
[3s video]
The video shows Fang Chuan wearing only athletic shorts, shaking his legs in front of the mirror.
However, the feet are hidden at the very bottom of the screen, and in the middle of the frame is a handsome face with young and well-proportioned muscles.
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