The Snail Girl
Huang Fuda spent the night at Fang Chuan's house. The unfamiliar bed made him sleep uneasy, and the fact that he was not wearing pajamas made him feel awkward. Only Fang Chuan, who was naked in his arms, was familiar.
His dreams were chaotic; he couldn't remember anything, only clinging tightly to the warm source in his arms. Every time he woke up, Fang Chuan would also wake up, and then Huang Fuda would pat his back, and the two of them would fall asleep together in each other's arms.
No matter how badly he slept, Huang Fuda would still go to work the next day without fail.
When he used to manage nine hotels, his days were quite fulfilling, and he would occasionally travel to a neighboring city for business. Now that he only manages four, his workload has decreased dramatically, and he sometimes feels a bit empty in the office. But no matter what, he can't change his habits.
At first glance, he was only slightly larger than Fang Chuan, but he couldn't fit into any of Fang Chuan's formal attire. Huang Fuda had longer legs, a larger frame, and a bigger chest, so he could barely button up his clothes by squeezing them in.
Reluctantly, I could only pick out an oversized orange hooded jacket and white athletic shorts for him. This was an outfit Fang Chuan often wore and liked very much.
Huang Fuda felt extremely awkward in the clothes; he had never worn such a bright color or such a youthful style before. But Fang Chuan kept hugging and cuddling him, refusing to let him leave for work.
Fang Chuan held her and cuddled her for a long time before the two of them finally went out.
Huang Fuda habitually sat in the back seat, only to see Fang Chuan looking back at him from the driver's seat.
"Does the boss still want to sit in the back?"
Huang Fuda belatedly sat in the passenger seat, which felt strange, but he quickly adapted and even chatted with Fang Chuan quite naturally.
Fang Chuan was looking straight ahead while driving, but his hand quietly reached out and took Huang Fuda's left hand.
He took Huang Fuda's hand, brought it to his lips, kissed each finger, and said with a smile, "Boss, let's go buy a ring when we have some time."
"It will be discovered."
"Then let's wear them secretly at home, okay?"
Huang Fuda chuckled softly, "If you say it's good, then it's good."
Just as they were passing a red light, Fang Chuan stepped on the brakes and turned around to look intently at his boss, Mr. Huang.
"You'll listen to everything I say. Then if I want you to tattoo my name on your face, will you listen to that too?"
Huang Fuda was a little confused by him. "What's wrong with you now? I did agree to let you wear the ring, why are you so angry?"
Fang Chuan opened his mouth as if to speak, but couldn't say anything, so he just drove in silence.
This indescribable feeling persisted until Huang Fuda entered the house. He silently picked out a suit for his boss for the day, then leaned against the door and watched Huang Fuda change.
Huang Fuda was wearing Fang Chuan's underwear, the ones he wore yesterday had been torn. He wanted to change into these ill-fitting ones, but the gazes behind him made him unable to take them off.
He simply didn't take them off, and just put his trousers on over his clothes.
As soon as he put it on, Fang Chuan came over and unzipped his pants, saying somewhat resentfully, "Do you want to suffocate yourself? If it's too small, just change it. Why do you have to keep wearing it?"
Fang Chuan hooked his hand around the edge of Huang Fuda's underwear, looked up at him, and asked, "Do you want to change it yourself, or should I help you?"
"..." Huang Fuda removed Fang Chuan's hand and teased, "I'm afraid you'll feel inferior."
"You're so confident, we should make good use of you."
He clenched his fist, then immediately pulled it away. Huang Fuda kissed his forehead.
"Sweetie, you still have to go to work."
Fang Chuan saw his boss, Mr. Huang, dressed and standing at the door, so he went over to help him tie his tie.
"Huang Fuda, it's going to be another day before I see you. Can I give you one last kiss before I leave?"
Fang Chuan looked up at Huang Fuda expectantly, and then received a soft and lingering kiss as he wished.
Boss Huang has his own driver at the company and doesn't need Fang Chuan. Fang Chuan also has important business to attend to, so they parted ways.
The two hadn't seen each other all day, except at noon when Fang Chuan asked Huang Fuda what he had eaten.
The Yunquanhui project, which was disrupted yesterday, has resumed its normal progress. Huang Fuda was relieved and took some time in the afternoon to visit the orphanage.
Little Star hadn't seen him for a long time and clung to him the whole way. She kept calling him "Dad," and Huang Fuda had tried to get her to change it many times, but to no avail, so he just let her be.
When Huang Fuda was first taken in by Yang Zhengping, he didn't know what to call him. But as time went on, he really wanted to call him "Dad".
Before he came to Xianye, he didn't have a proper name, just a casual nickname, "Lai Ge'er". He didn't like this name, and neither did Yang Zhengping, so they usually just called him "Xiaohai'er" (Little Boy).
The bureau helped him search for his biological parents for six months, but there was no news. So Yang Zhengping took him to get a new ID card. When asked what name he wanted, Huang Fuda said he wanted the surname Yang, and asked Yang Zhengping to name the rest of the name.
Yang Zhengping patted his head and said that Huangjiang is the mother river, and from now on you will be surnamed Huang, and your given name will be just the character An, which means peace and safety.
"Dad, I want to be called Yang An." The boy grabbed Yang Zhengping's sleeve and looked at him nervously.
"Little boy, call him Uncle Yang."
Huang An called Yang Zhengping "Dad" twice, the second time being during his third year at the Public Security Bureau.
Yang Zhengping was on a mission when he was shot twice by poachers; the bullets were only one centimeter away from his heart.
The day of the accident was the last day of Huang An's high school entrance exam. He didn't go to the exam; instead, he went to the hospital and stood crying outside the operating room, refusing to leave.
When Yang Zhengping woke up, he cried and hugged Yang Zhengping's hand, saying, "Don't be a policeman anymore, be his father. When I grow up, I'll take care of him in his old age."
Yang Zhengping didn't say anything, but after learning that Huang An hadn't taken the exam, he almost fainted from anger again. He gave Huang An some money and kicked him out of the police station. Huang An was 16 years old that year.
He walked along the streets of Xianye, crying, not knowing where to go, until he ran into Yunfeng, who was out buying groceries.
Yunfeng took him back to his rented apartment and said, "You have no home, and I'm all alone. From now on, we're brothers." And so Huang An gained a 13-year-old younger brother.
But a few years later, his younger brother also passed away.
Huang Fuda picked up Xiaoxing and swung her on the swing. He asked her if she wanted anything for her birthday. Xiaoxing thought for a moment, then tugged at Huang Fuda's sleeve and said cautiously that she wanted to spend a day with her dad for her birthday.
He calculated the days and then marked that day as free.
We need to tell Fang Chuan about this, otherwise that kid will cause trouble again.
Fang Chuan lay on Huang Fuda's lap and said he wanted to come along that day too.
“Boss Huang, look, the two of us, plus a little star, doesn’t it look like a family?”
Huang Fuda pondered silently for a moment, then said, "Yes."
Fearing being seen by other people or acquaintances while traveling with their child, the couple drove to the provincial capital.
Children always love amusement parks. On the way to the amusement park, Huang Fuda thought he saw Yang Zhengping at the entrance of a government building, but it was just a fleeting glimpse.
When asked, Fang Chuan said he was busy driving and didn't see it at all. Then he added that Boss Huang was probably thinking about Director Yang.
Little Star and Fang Chuan were both exceptionally energetic. They each wore a fox ear headband, and Fang Chuan also had a fox tail tied around his waist. Little Star held onto two large hands, chattering like a little bird.
That evening, after sending Little Star back to the orphanage, Huang Fuda collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted.
After resting for a while, Huang Fuda said, "Let's order takeout."
Fang Chuan pressed on Boss Huang's stomach, which was flat. "I knew you weren't full... I'll cook for you. You can't eat much takeout anyway."
He got up, took a shower, and then went to the kitchen wearing only a pair of yellow Fuda pajama pants.
He rolled up his waistband several times, but it didn't fall down even though it was stuck on his hip.
Seeing that he was dressed like that and about to burn oil, Huang Fuda had no choice but to get up and put an apron on him.
"Do I look like the Snail Fairy?"
Huang Fuda chuckled gently twice, then tied a bow around the back of the fairy.
Fang Chuan didn't eat. His boss, Mr. Huang, doesn't like hamburgers and fries, but he and Xiao Xingxing do, and they were full for dinner.
As the old saying goes, once you're warm and well-fed, you start to think about something else. Anyway, he's thinking about that thing now.
After watching his boss finish eating, the Snail Girl told him to take a bath and change into his pajamas. She quickly washed the dishes, took off her apron, walked to the full-length mirror, and put on the fox ears and tail she had bought at the amusement park.
Fang Chuan squatted at the bathroom door, lowered his rolled-up waistband, and the pajama pants hung loosely on his hips again.
Huang Fuda was pounced on by the little fox as soon as he came out.
The fox wrapped its arms around his neck and its legs around his waist, wanting Huang Fuda to hold it and refusing to get down.
Huang Fuda could only support his buttocks with one hand and hold his waist with the other, leading him to the sofa outside.
"...What are you doing outside?"
"I still have some work to finish today."
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Fang Chuan was shocked to see his workaholic boss actually pick him up and sit him on the sofa, and then, without caring that there was someone in his arms, he picked up his computer and started working.
He stood there for a while, then rubbed against his boss, Mr. Huang, with great force.
Boss Huang pinched his waist, signaling him to behave.
She can't be obedient at all.
He climbed down, buried his head deep inside, and ate with relish, trying to awaken his conscience as Boss Huang.
The unscrupulous boss ignored him, simply patted the ears on his head, and continued working.
A moment later.
"Hiss... Little fox, retract your teeth, be gentle."
Fang Chuan left his mouth empty for the moment, "Anyway, this thing is useless, so I might as well swallow it."
"Yes, swallow it. Swallow it however you want," Huang Fuda said dismissively, and continued to press his head down.
Fang Chuan squinted and smiled, then crawled out from inside. Ignoring Huang Fuda, he walked around the sofa with his bare upper body, tail wagging, and his pants hanging down.
Huang Fuda ignored him after circling around twice. So he straddled Huang Fuda again, saying, "You seem to have lost weight lately from work. Let me feel you."
Nobody paid him any attention.
Fang Chuan forcefully removed Huang Fuda's hand from the computer and placed it on his waist.
"I've been working really hard lately, and I think I've lost weight. Can you feel me and see?"
Huang Fuda measured Fang Chuan's waist with his hand, then kissed his ear, letting him play by himself while he continued working. The person on top of him was very unwilling, dawdling and making small movements, but each time he just happened to block Huang Fuda's view.
Huang Fuda reluctantly put down his computer and measured the little fox inch by inch until he was covered in sweat. Only then was Fang Chuan finally satisfied.
"Tighten your core and let me see how well Xiao Fang has developed his abdominal muscles."
Fang Chuan tightened his muscles, making the sweat-drenched muscles even more prominent. The rough fingers moved slowly over them as Fang Chuan asked, "How is it? Is it good?"
Huang Fuda pressed hard on his lower abdomen, then looked at Xiao Fang's suddenly changed expression and said with a smile, "It's really good."
Fang Chuan felt very unbalanced after being thoroughly manipulated by his boss, Huang Fuda. Once Huang Fuda finished his work, Fang Chuan forcefully put the ears and tail back on his boss, clearly telling him that he was going to take them back right now, immediately.
His boss, Mr. Huang, nodded, then wagged his tail and pinned him to the sink, thoroughly disciplining the little brat.
Are you staying with me tonight?
Fang Chuan felt incredibly lazy, but he still said, "No, I need to go back and finish what I missed today, otherwise I won't be able to keep up with the project team tomorrow."
Huang Fuda pinched Fang Chuan's chin, "...You're so enthusiastic about your own work, then why didn't you let me do any work just now?"
"Didn't I ask you to finish it in the end?" Fang Chuan asked confidently.
"..."
After seeing Fang Chuan to the car, Huang Fuda said, "Tomorrow I'll have Xiao Zhang return all the things you took last time to you."
Fang Chuan tilted his head, squinted, and smiled at him: "Aren't you going to keep a copy for yourself?"
"Of course we kept it."
Fang Chuan drove away, but was called back home by Dean Fang midway.
He gained two more half-siblings.
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