wedding
After Fang Chuan put the ring on Huang Fuda's finger, he jumped onto Huang Fuda.
"Boss, where should we get married?"
Where do you want to go?
Fang Chuan held Huang Fuda's ear and said coquettishly, "I want to get married all at once, you have to come with me."
Okay. I'll do whatever you say.
The morning sun was shining brightly. Huang Fuda carried Fang Chuan to the sofa and gently stroked him. "Fang Chuan, aren't you angry?"
What happens if you get angry?
Huang Fuda kissed Fang Chuan's eyelids and said, "I'll coax you."
Fang Chuan opened his eyes in surprise and said loudly, "If you're not angry, you won't coax me?"
"coax."
Fang Chuan stared at him intently and asked, "What if I get angry and leave?"
"I won't let you go." Huang Fuda hugged him tightly. "You won't leave either."
Fang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, then leaned back on Huang Fuda's shoulder and continued to ask, "What if we can't coax him?"
"Then keep coaxing him until he's better." Huang Fuda grabbed Fang Chuan's hand and placed it on his chest, then whispered in Fang Chuan's ear, "I was afraid I wouldn't be able to coax him properly, so I specially put on the thing you hid in the drawer."
Hidden in the drawer? Fang Chuan squeezed it; there was something hard. He quickly unbuttoned Huang Fuda's shirt, his eyes gleaming, and began to grope him.
"You...you wore this to the company all morning?"
“I was planning to take it off in the office to show you.” Huang Fuda tugged at the chain on his chest. “This thing is so hard to put on. I spent ages trying to put it on in the bathroom this morning.”
Fang Chuan opened his mouth, then said in a hoarse voice, "Didn't you say you wouldn't mess around in the office...?"
"Didn't I have to coax you?" Huang Fuda pinched Fang Chuan's waist with satisfaction. "I even lay down on the desk, but I didn't expect you to actually not do it. You've really grown up."
"Didn't you say you wouldn't mess around in the office?!" Fang Chuan was filled with regret. He cupped Huang Fuda's face, kissed him hard on the lips, and said, "You owe me one time in the office."
After saying that, he picked her up and headed straight for the bedroom. The bedroom had a big bed and lots of toys.
He pounced on the man like a hungry wolf, his mouth and hands never stopping, and soon he had stripped him naked, leaving only the chains on his shoulders and chest, which shimmered with his movements. Fang Chuan sat up and examined him closely, growing more and more fond of him with each look.
The person beneath him propped himself up, his bangs falling loosely across his forehead. His sharp eyes softened, and he smiled indulgently at Fang Chuan, saying, "So eager."
Fang Chuan felt itchy from being stared at, and pounced on the man again, saying, "I'm so anxious, please help me, I can't hold back anymore."
"Then come in." Huang Fuda wrapped his legs around Fang Chuan's waist. "I prepared everything this morning."
Fang Chuan was stunned when he realized what Huang Fuda meant.
Good heavens, if you had told me earlier that giving him the company would have brought such happiness, I would have been living such miserable lives all these years.
The sheets were a mess from being rolled around in the bed; they'd done almost half a month's worth of work in one day. Fang Chuan wanted to go again, but Huang Fuda turned around and pinned him down. His boss, Huang, was covered in sweat and his lips were red. He said, "Alright, didn't you want to see where we're getting married? Hurry up and look, let me rest for a bit."
Yes, there's more important business to attend to.
Fang Chuan took the phone, hugged the person, and began to ramble on about each country. Unfortunately, he couldn't visit every country, so he decided on the Netherlands.
He kissed Huang Fuda on the top of his head and asked, "How about in the Netherlands?"
Huang Fuda didn't speak, his whole body pressed heavily against Fang Chuan, his cheek against Fang Chuan's chest, only a few soft snores could be heard.
I'm exhausted.
Fang Chuan felt an indescribable sense of comfort and satisfaction. He stroked Huang Fuda's back, thinking carefully. Fortunately, Huang Fuda had taken it willingly, so things were even in Huang Fuda's heart. If he had given it to him himself, it might not have had the same effect.
He recalled what Huang Fuda had said years ago: Huang Fuda said that there are many things worth pursuing and caring about in a person's life, and many things that are more important than what one likes.
Fang Chuan only cared about Huang Fuda. He earned money to support his boss, Huang, and he had never lied about that. So what did the company matter? If Huang Fuda wanted it, he would give it to him.
As long as Huang Fuda is with him.
But his boss, Huang, was different. Huang Fuda was tired of working down there. What Fang Chuan didn't care about or value was what Huang Fuda had been persistent in for many years. He didn't understand before, didn't understand that this was really more important than dignity?
important.
That was Huang Fuda's lifeline, the source of almost all his sense of security, something that ethereal love could not provide.
How lucky he is that Fang Chuan can give.
How lucky he was! Huang Fuda cared about him, and even though he didn't seem to mind, he took back his things without much effort, and even tried to appease him in different ways to avoid making him angry.
Trying different methods...
Fang Chuan's throat bobbed as he tightened his grip on Boss Huang, reaching inside to stir things up, only to be unconsciously squeezed a few times.
He stared intently at Huang Fuda's bare shoulders, his eyes revealing a deep understanding.
I want more.
The wedding was a month later, but Fang Chuan wanted to drag Huang Fuda to sign the guardianship agreement the very next day. Huang Fuda had no relatives left, so it was perfect for him to be Huang Chuan's guardian.
After signing, they took Huang Fuda to take photos, the kind with a red background like a marriage certificate. The hairstylist brushed Huang Fuda's hair away from his forehead to reveal his eyes, and then arranged for them to sit on stools to start taking pictures.
The photographer had the two of them sit shoulder to shoulder.
"Come on, smile."
Click.
The photographer glanced at the photos, then looked up and said, "Hey handsome guy on the left with slightly longer hair, come on, relax and smile like me—"
Huang Fuda raised his eyebrows, lowered the corners of his eyes, and smiled kindly with a polite curve at the corners of his mouth.
"No, no, handsome, relax a bit." The photographer made a smile with both hands over his mouth, then demonstrated how to smile, "Like this."
Huang Fuda's expression changed several times, becoming increasingly stiff, before finally looking at Fang Chuan with a hint of helplessness.
"Boss, don't be nervous, just smile at me and see."
"Okay." Huang Fuda looked at Fang Chuan and gave a slightly stiff smile. "Will this work?"
Fang Chuan grasped Huang Fuda's hand, his eyes crinkling with a smile. He leaned in and kissed Huang Fuda on the lips, asking, "Is it sweet?"
Huang Fuda gradually relaxed, a smile appearing in his eyes, and said softly, "Sweet."
"As long as you're sweet, you look good like this. Keep it up," Fang Chuan said, holding Huang Fuda's hand and facing the camera with him. "I'll give you an even sweeter one after the shoot."
Huang Fuda laughed out loud.
Click—
Their smiles were captured in the photo.
Downstairs, Fang Chuan picked up the photo, held it up to the sun, and became happier the more he looked at it. He nudged Huang Fuda's arm with his elbow and said, "Boss, you have a really nice smile."
As they passed a manhole cover, Huang Fuda reached out and pulled Fang Chuan close, then rubbed his face and said, "Your face is practically frozen from smiling."
"You weren't nervous speaking to thousands of people, so why are you so nervous about taking a picture?" Fang Chuan teased him, drawing out his words. "When you get married, you'll probably be speechless!"
Huang Fuda smacked Fang Chuan on the head. "You brat, you're joking with me now."
He took the photo, lowered his eyes and touched it, then put it in his pocket and asked with a smile, "You just said there was something sweet to eat."
Fang Chuan looked at him with a smile, said nothing, walked to the fruit stand by the roadside, opened a coconut, asked for a straw, drank from it himself, and then fed the straw to Huang Fuda.
Is it sweet?
"sweet."
"I prefer it to my taste."
"If you can't tell the difference, you have to let me taste it."
Fang Chuan blushed. He looked at Huang Fuda in shock and said, "This is on the street..."
Huang Fuda looked at him with a smile and teased, "I said I wanted to try a coconut, what did you think it was?"
They stopped strolling along Fangchuan Street and found a hotel by the roadside, trying to drag Huang Fuda inside. Huang Fuda, clutching his back, begged for mercy.
Her gaze swept over to the flower shop next to the hotel, and she hurriedly pulled Fang Chuan over, asking, "What kind of flowers do you want? I'll give them to you."
Fang Chuan raised an eyebrow and said lazily, "Sending flowers should be a surprise; otherwise, it loses its charm."
“No need for surprises,” Huang Fuda said with a smile. “I will bring you flowers every day from now on.”
Fang Chuan blushed in surprise, then quickly pounced on Huang Fuda, hugged Huang Fuda's neck and kissed him, "Boss, I love you so much."
Passersby's gazes lingered on the two of them before quickly darting away. The florist, her eyes wide, finished wrapping their flowers and even gave them an extra blue rose.
After thanking Huang Fuda, Fang Chuan accepted the rose and said, "Boss, this is the first wedding gift we've received."
The couple did not invite anyone to their wedding. The ring was chosen by Huang Fuda; it was a thin ring, which he said suited Fang Chuan's finger better.
They exchanged vows, rings, hugged, and kissed in the church.
Everyone says that you'll be so happy you'll cry when you get married, but Fang Chuan doesn't think that's right. He just feels happy right now and doesn't feel like crying at all.
He laughed, clinging to Huang Fuda and making a fuss, and even made Huang Fuda repeat the "I'm willing" that he had just stammered out.
Huang Fuda talked about everything from inside the church to outside, and then to the bed.
"Boss, this is your wedding night."
"yes."
Fang Chuan pressed down on Huang Fuda and deliberately asked, "So who's on top today?"
Huang Fuda chuckled and said, "I'll do whatever you say."
"Oh..." Fang Chuan picked out a few vulgar words, then asked with emphasis, "So today, do you want to fuck me, or do you want me to fuck you?"
"...I'll do whatever you say."
Fang Chuan insisted that Huang Fuda say something.
After much deliberation, Huang Fuda reluctantly pressed Fang Chuan's head down and sighed, "Then you should stay up there. I don't want to see you cry anymore..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Chuan's eyes reddened. He sat up from Huang Fuda and then tilted his head back to take a deep breath.
He was wrong. It turns out that people can cry when they are happy.
Tears began to fall uncontrollably. He wiped them away and apologized to Huang Fuda.
"I shouldn't have cried. Boss, wait for me a moment. I'm going downstairs to calm down."
Huang Fuda hugged him and gently wiped away Fang Chuan's tears. "It's okay. Our little Fang looks beautiful even when he cries, like a pear blossom in the rain."
"Classmates? I graduated years ago."
Huang Fuda was quiet for a moment, then said softly, "Don't you always call me boss too?"
Fang Chuan's nose suddenly stung, and he couldn't hold back his tears. His voice trembled with sobs as he asked, "Boss, will we be together forever?"
"Yes." Huang Fuda gently placed the person on the bed. "We still have many decades to live our lives at our own pace."
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