This is a tip.
As Huang Fuda spoke, he pressed his lips to Fang Chuan's, their breaths mingling, and Fang Chuan unknowingly knelt down.
He pushed Fang Chuan's head away, his hand against Fang Chuan's neck, and asked, "Up or down?"
"Either is fine." Fang Chuan took the hand around his neck and kissed it, his voice hoarse.
He crawled a few more steps on his knees, pressed his face against Huang Fuda's thigh, his eyes slightly narrowed with a smile, staring intently at the pair of eyes that had been drawn to him.
Huang Fuda has deep-set eyes, his eyebrows are close together, and his eyes are sharp. Just looking at his eyebrows and eyes, he appears very gloomy. He himself is aware of this. When he was young, he would smile at himself in the mirror whenever he had free time. When he smiled, he would first raise his eyebrows, then lower the corners of his eyes, and the curve of his mouth could not be too big, otherwise it would look fake. He did this over and over again until the smile was welded onto his face.
He couldn't relax his brow at that moment, and could only manage a forced smile, a rather fierce one.
Fang Chuan's technique was indeed quite good, just as he had said. Huang Fuda casually stroked Fang Chuan's hair. The itch in his heart finally eased a lot, and his eyes softened considerably.
When he came out, Fang Chuan choked and coughed, covering his mouth with his hand and looking down. But Huang Fuda grabbed his chin and lifted his face. Liquid was flowing from his mouth and nostrils, his eyes were red, and his face was covered with tears and saliva.
Huang Fuda wiped him clean, then put his leg on Fang Chuan's shoulder and smiled calmly and gently.
Fang Chuan pulled off the pair of short trousers that had been an eyesore for so long with one hand and threw them far away.
When his fingers met the owner's, Fang Chuan couldn't help but laugh.
"Mr. Huang, are you in such a hurry?" he teased, looking at the face.
Huang Fuda frowned, his usually smiling mouth stretched into a thin line, and if it weren't for the sweat on his face, he would have looked like a fierce demon. He swept his sharp eyes across Fang Chuan.
He said:
"hurry up."
After they finished, the two rested in their original positions for a while. Huang Fuda opened his eyes, moved his ankle which was being held, signaling Fang Chuan to let go and leave before putting his leg down.
When it was time for a smoke, the two sat side by side on the sofa and each lit one.
"I used up all the points on my driver's license just to come see you today. You're in charge of that." Huang Fuda looked down at Fang Chuan, teasing him in a good mood.
"How much was deducted?" Fang Chuan asked in surprise.
"Littering from car windows, last two points."
"Oh, take mine and use it to clear out later. It's just these two points; I don't have any more."
It didn't matter whose driver's license he used, but since Fang Chuan had said so, he didn't refuse.
Huang Fuda turned to look at the young man beside him. He was so young, full of youthful vigor. The young man leaned back on the sofa, revealing a smooth profile. His mouth seemed to be whistling as he exhaled a thin wisp of smoke, like a snake's forked tongue.
The young man's shirt was damp with sweat, clinging to his muscular chest and wrinkled slightly.
Seeing this, Huang Fuda, with a cigarette in his mouth, took off his sweat-soaked shirt with Fang Chuan's help, leaving their two bare chests pressed together.
Fang Chuan was feeling very comfortable, so he started acting cheeky and deliberately blew smoke in Boss Huang's face. Huang Fuda ignored him and just turned his head away.
Seeing this, Fang Chuan continued, blowing smoke in whichever direction Fang Chuan's face turned.
Huang Fuda grew impatient, turned his head and saw Fang Chuan's smug, smiling face. He took a big drag on his cigarette, then grabbed the back of Fang Chuan's head and forced the entire cigarette down his throat.
Then, somehow, they started kissing. Huang Fuda threw his cigarette butt into the ashtray and put both his hands on Fang Chuan's shoulders.
He was in high spirits, while Fang Chuan looked somewhat tired.
"Is it no longer possible?" Huang Fuda asked.
"I just need Mr. Huang's help."
Fang Chuan placed Huang Fuda's hand on his neck, and gradually tightened his grip until it sank into the young flesh.
Fang Chuan tilted his head and smiled with narrowed eyes: "Take it easy, don't strangle him."
Huang Fuda was old-fashioned in some ways; he had little interest in these things and even looked down on them.
But the die was cast, and since he wasn't the one being pinched, he gave it a try. He didn't dare use too much force, afraid of causing someone's death, and he was much more tired than usual after the session.
He released his grip on Fang Chuan's neck and leaned down to rest on Fang Chuan's shoulder.
What a ridiculous hobby.
The young man beneath him lay sprawled on the sofa, his eyes rolled back, his body twitching occasionally. His head was hot and throbbing, and it took him a while to recover. He was panting heavily, his head slick with sweat, his eyes bloodshot, and his vision blurring intermittently.
The sun had long since set, and the room was dimly lit.
His eyes were wide open, unfocused, making him look innocent and pitiful.
"Brother. It feels so good."
A snicker came from his shoulder, and a rough hand touched his neck, rubbing near the marks on his neck.
"abnormal."
Huang Fuda did not stay overnight. The driver, Xiao Zhang, knew Fang Chuan's home and came directly to pick up Boss Huang.
As soon as Xiao Zhang entered the room, he smelled the odor and saw Fang Chuan's wet hair. He shook his head in exasperation.
After getting on the bus, with no one around, Xiao Zhang changed how he addressed him.
"Brother Da, shall I deliver it to your house?"
Mr. Huang sat in the shadows in the back seat, his eyes closed, looking very tired.
"No need, just find a cloud island nearby, then you can go back."
After a while, he asked again, "How do I look today?"
"That's awesome! Da Ge is so cool!"
Mr. Huang nodded in relief.
Yundao is a hotel chain he owns, with five locations in Xianye City and eight in the neighboring city. It's not a large enterprise, but it holds a certain status in Xianye City. He founded Yundao when the hotel industry was booming in China. He benefited from the fact that Xianye City was a relatively remote third-tier city; other companies were busy expanding rapidly in first- and second-tier cities and didn't compete with him in Xianye City. He was fortunate enough to establish himself in Xianye City and its surrounding areas. However, when he wanted to expand elsewhere, there was no place for him anymore.
He was content, just able to hold onto this. But in recent years, Xianye City has been riding the wave of development, leaping forward rapidly, attracting all sorts of powerful and dangerous forces from outside.
He was scared.
No matter how deep someone's feelings are, after nine years, they'll inevitably fade. If you can't offer enough benefits, they'll be devoured sooner or later.
Huang Fuda woke up in a cold sweat from his sleep. He glanced at the time; it was only 2 a.m. He curled up, hugging his pillow, and mumbled to himself.
You have to protect me.
"I'll buy you ramen, no scallions, extra vinegar, and an egg..."
"Wait for me, don't go..."
The next morning, Fang Chuan was woken up by knocking on the door.
The door opened, and there stood our General Manager Huang. He was dressed relatively casually today, just a shirt and trousers; tall and with a straight back, he was pleasing to the eye.
Fang Chuan welcomed the people in.
"We agreed to meet at 9 o'clock yesterday, why did you arrive at 7:30?"
"Huh? Is that so? I misheard. I'm really sorry, did I disturb your sleep?" Huang Fuda came in and looked around. He walked slowly, his leather shoes making a clattering sound on the tiles, which was particularly pleasing to Fang Chuan's ears.
Fang Chuan wasn't angry. What was there to be angry about? This was a handsome guy's morning wake-up service.
Huang Shuai rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door.
"If you're sleepy, sleep a little longer. I'll make you breakfast."
After saying that, she turned back and gave Fang Chuan a gentle smile.
Fang Chuan was so amused by the laughter that he was momentarily distracted. When he came to his senses, his ears turned red as he hummed in agreement and then left.
Less than half a minute later, he came out again with a toothbrush, brushing his teeth while watching Boss Huang cook.
Mr. Huang rinsed the rice and put it into the pot, as if he was about to cook millet porridge. Then he quickly fried four eggs, his movements practiced and efficient.
After Fang Chuan washed up and got dressed, Boss Huang's porridge was ready and served.
Although Fang Chuan usually cooks for himself, he generally buys ready-made breakfast or skips it altogether. He has never actually eaten a freshly made breakfast at his apartment.
Now, after this comforting meal, he looks at Boss Huang with new respect, even seeing her as a shining mother figure.
Fang Chuan drove very steadily, but he was driving his own car because Boss Huang had come by scanning a shared electric scooter.
Huang Fuda climbed up from the bottom and never cared about these trivial matters. He didn't care what outsiders thought of him; face was insignificant to him.
Fang Chuan was a little curious as to why they hadn't called a driver. He looked at the person in the rearview mirror and asked, "Where's Brother Zhang?"
"He's on vacation."
"Aren't there any other drivers?"
“I have other business to attend to. I live not far from you, there’s no need for them to make a special trip.”
Fang Chuan joked, "Where can you find such a great boss? After I graduate, I'll fight tooth and nail to work for you."
Huang Fuda smiled after hearing this, "That's really my good fortune, Xiao Fang."
The two arrived at the traffic management office while chatting and laughing. Fang Chuan took out his driver's license and ID card from the passenger seat and went inside with Huang Fuda.
The two arrived early and were quickly put in line. The person in charge was a young woman who seemed to be new to the job, while a slightly older middle-aged man would occasionally glance at her.
"Did you bring your ID card and driver's license?"
Fang Chuan handed over his.
"At 5:42 PM on September 22nd, someone threw trash out of a car window. Was that you?"
Fang Chuan remained calm and replied, "Yes."
The girl turned her head and glanced at Fang Chuan, then at Huang Fuda standing to the side, and asked, "Is this really you?"
Fang Chuan remained calm, "It is indeed him."
"What is this? The camera captured your face clearly; you can't deduct points for someone else. And you over there, where's your driver's license?"
The two were criticized and educated, and both expressed that they deeply realized their mistakes.
Huang Fuda had his driver's license suspended and was given a chance to take the test.
It was almost 11 o'clock when they came out, and Huang Fuda politely offered to treat Fang Chuan to dinner.
We chose a Hunan restaurant, which was quite far away in Laowa District. Laowa District is considered the old town of Xianye, and it's been undergoing renovations recently, with road construction everywhere. Due to traffic congestion, it took us 30 minutes to get there.
The shop was on an old street, and you could tell it was an old shop just by looking at the storefront. Huang Fuda walked ahead, raised his hand to lift the plastic beaded curtain at the entrance of the shop, and turned around to signal Fang Chuan to come in.
The shop was very clean and tidy. When the proprietress saw the customer arrive, she said to Huang Fuda in a loud voice from the bar, "The boss is here! Sit here, sit here."
"There was a traffic jam when we arrived, and we thought there wouldn't be any empty seats."
"Don't even mention it," the proprietress complained. "You haven't been here for six months, so you don't know. Changhua Plaza was built here, and a lot of restaurants opened. Since then, my family hasn't been as numerous as before."
She continued,
"But it's good that Xiaoman is in junior high now, he'll be a bit more relaxed, and I'll have more time to keep an eye on him."
Huang Fuda nodded in agreement: "Yes, business is tough. Xiaoman is a good kid, she's easy to manage."
"How can you be so worry-free? It seems like he's found someone recently, and he's not even fully grown yet, what's he doing? If only he were half as worry-free as your Fengzai."
Huang Fuda just smiled and didn't say anything more.
Fang Chuan, however, was somewhat concerned about "Feng Zai." Huang Fuda was married? Was this his child? He opened his mouth to ask, but then swallowed his words. There was no rush.
The food wasn't served very quickly, but the two chatted about various things and seemed to enjoy their conversation.
After the meal, Fang Chuan drove Mr. Huang back to Yun Island and then drove back to his apartment.
Fang Chuan didn't know what Huang Fuda thought of him, or if they would have a chance to meet again. Yesterday's meeting went relatively smoothly; if the latter part of the conversation didn't scare him, they should be able to meet again.
Just a few minutes later, I received a message from Boss Huang.
Thank you for driving me today, this is a small token of my appreciation.
[Transfer of 3000 yuan]
People can actually laugh when they're angry; that big boss is just using him like a duck.
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