What a coincidence!
Huang Fuda got off the plane, walked through the crowd, and saw Lin Fengxiao at the exit. Lin Fengxiao opened his arms from afar, smiling gently. After a brief hug, he took Huang Fuda's suitcase and led him to the car.
Huang Fuda looked at Rose in the passenger seat and chuckled, "How old are you? Why are you still doing this?"
Lin Fengxiao turned her head and looked at him gently. Perhaps it was because she had been a psychologist for a long time, but she had an inexplicable sense of approachability.
"I specially took a day off today to pick you up."
“I told you not to pick me up anymore. I’ll be traveling a lot for work, and you can’t come every time.” Huang Fuda put the roses on the back seat, then saw a bag. He opened it and saw some leather goods. He paused. “Why did you buy this?”
Lin Fengxiao smiled and winked at him, saying, "We're going to the hotel today."
"You use it?"
"You use it."
“I don’t need it. I don’t like it.” Huang Fuda fastened his seatbelt and rolled down the car window. “Besides, I have other commitments to make, and I can’t have marks on my body that won’t go away.”
Lin Fengxiao sighed, "I knew I shouldn't have persuaded you to become a model. Not only are you always on business trips, but you also have so many concerns."
"I'm already 33. There are so many young people out there, and I can't work for many more years. What about my children?"
“It was specially delivered to my mom’s place; it’s just the two of us today.”
Huang Fuda laughed, "Dr. Lin has been planning this for a long time."
"Yes, but unfortunately, one of the models disagreed."
Huang Fuda didn't respond. He remained silent for a while before telling Fang Chuan about his encounter with him.
Lin Fengxiao raised an eyebrow and said, "What a coincidence? Is he the only one? Is his wife here?"
"It's just him. Miss Chen has something to do at her company."
"Stay away from him; contact with him is bad for your recovery." He held Huang Fuda's hand. "Did you take your medication and go to sleep again last night?"
Huang Fuda pinched his eyebrows. "I drank some wine last night and went straight to sleep."
“Look, you’ve been in a bad mood ever since you came back from Luozhou… Oh, by the way… what was the name of that person you ran into in Luozhou last time?”
"It's Fang Chuan too."
Lin Fengxiao smiled kindly and said, "That's quite a coincidence. Did you exchange contact information?"
"We added each other on WeChat."
"Delete it. Seeing this occasionally will affect your condition." Lin Fengxiao gently squeezed Huang Fuda's hand. "And to be honest, I'm a little jealous. You don't want to abandon our family and rekindle your old flame with him, do you?"
Am I that kind of person?
Lin Fengxiao laughed twice and said, "Of course you're not. So hurry up and delete it, I'm really jealous."
"good."
Huang Fuda turned to look out the window; a plane streaked across the sky, leaving a white trail. Fang Chuan also stood by the window, gazing at the sky, his thoughts drifting far away. There was a knock on the office door. Fang Chuan turned around and sat back in his office chair, letting the person in.
He flipped through the documents, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper. "Huang Fuda isn't in the registration records?"
“There are examination records from other doctors, but not from Dr. Lin Fengxiao.”
Fang Chuan leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the table in deep thought. He then whispered a few words to his subordinate before dismissing him.
He was going to the hospital with Chen Qing the day after tomorrow. Old Chen was nearing the end of his life, but he still wouldn't budge and insisted on keeping a boy with the surname Chen. So Chen Qing made a fake pregnancy test report, intending to deceive them.
Fang Chuan wholeheartedly agreed. He couldn't wait to divorce Chen Qing, so that Huang Fuda wouldn't bring up his marriage every time they met. He couldn't say it openly because of Chen Qing's sake, which was very frustrating.
Mentioning this made him a little angry again. He knew that he only liked men, so how could he have actually believed it?
I opened WeChat, wanting to send Huang Fuda a message, but I didn't know what to say. Then, I noticed a cat hair on his suit jacket. Oh, a cat!
I came across a recent video of a cat and a dog fighting, and carefully selected a few photos to send to Huang Fuda.
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Deleted?!
When was it deleted...?
Fang Chuan stared blankly at the empty chat interface. The two of them had never spoken since they added each other, and they were already deleted?
Did we pursue him too closely in Haishi last time?
There was nothing that crossed the line.
He subconsciously pulled out Huang Fuda's phone number to call him, but stopped himself at the last minute. If Huang Fuda knew that he was secretly investigating him, he would probably get angry again.
Fang Chuan tossed his phone onto the table, sulking.
Do you have a lover? Do you have a family?
Fang Chuan showed no sign of being happy for him. He hoped Huang Fuda would be doing well, but not in this way.
Besides, is that Lin guy even good enough for him? He's penniless, unattractive, lacks physique and height, has no medical ethics, and has a child. He's an old man. What's so great about him? He'd rather Huang Fuda be all alone for five years.
Either you never show up again, or you end up hanging on to some old man, stuck in a limbo.
I really wanted to just tie him up and bring him back, but that would anger Huang Fuda, and if I pushed him too far, I could threaten him with my life by touching the scar.
angry.
He slammed his water glass down on the table, picked up Huan's upcoming schedule—a car show the day after tomorrow. Unfortunately, it clashed with Chen Qing's plans.
Old Chen was at the Beijing Municipal Hospital. After Fang Chuan and Chen Qing landed, they went to have a big meal first, as Chen Qing said, to make their bellies bigger.
Yueyue slept soundly beside him, while Chen Qing ate and observed Fang Chuan.
Why does Mr. Fang seem a little unhappy?
Fang Chuan exited the chat interface with Huang Fuda, cut his steak hard, smiled at Chen Qing with narrowed eyes, and said, "No, I'm in a good mood."
"I thought you'd be happy to see Mr. Huang."
The knife and fork made a jarring sound. Fang Chuan stopped what he was doing and said, "Did you choose the model on purpose?"
Chen Qing casually said, "It wasn't intentional. I just happened to see him while I was looking. Even without you, I would still have chosen him. After all, his image is there for all to see; he's a living advertisement."
"Do you know if he has someone with him right now?"
Chen Qing raised an eyebrow. She really didn't know, but she finally understood why Fang Chuan was in a bad mood.
She comforted him, "It's okay, if this one doesn't work out, there's always the next one. Mr. Fang is handsome, rich, young, and promising; he can have whatever he wants."
Frustrated, Fang Chuan took out his cigarette case, but after glancing at Yueyue out of the corner of his eye, he put the cigarettes away again.
"Ms. Chen, could you do me a favor this afternoon?"
"Um?"
"Come with me to a car show. You don't need to do anything; just stand there."
The two took Yueyue to see Old Chen, but Old Chen still wouldn't budge after looking at the pregnancy test results, saying they had to wait until the baby was born. Chen Qing was furious when she came out, "He just wants to give that illegitimate child to that good-for-nothing, who's addicted to gambling, drugs, and prostitution. What makes him any better than me? It's like having more dicks means more options. I hope I find a chance to chop his genitals off."
Fang Chuan felt a sharp pain in his groin and felt somewhat embarrassed, so he didn't say anything.
It was still early, only 11 o'clock, so Fang Chuan immediately took Chen Qing and Yueyue to Qingdao. There was a large auto show on Qingdao today, and Huang Fuda was there.
"I heard you recently bought a new car?" Chen Qing said, looking at the cars around him.
"Um."
What's the use of a new car? It's just like throwing a flirtatious glance at a blind person.
Fang Chuan searched for Huang Fuda in each exhibition hall, finally finding him after twenty minutes. Huang Fuda was tall and conspicuous.
Chen Qing also noticed it at a glance. "Tsk, Fang Chuan, you have a good eye for men. Boss Huang is over thirty, but he's still so good-looking."
"Miss Chen, don't call him Boss Huang later."
"Wait a minute," Chen Qing grabbed him, "Are you going to become the other woman?"
Fang Chuan stopped and turned around to smile politely at Chen Qing.
"Don't say such harsh things. Besides, in terms of who came first, he's the third party. Huang Fuda and I haven't even broken up yet."
Fang Chuan took Chen Qing for a stroll nearby, and then, after Huang Fuda finished, he immediately pretended to bump into him and went to greet him.
"Fang Chuan?"
"What a coincidence." Fang Chuan smiled with narrowed eyes. "I came to accompany Aqing to the exhibition today, and I unexpectedly ran into you again. Aqing, this is Huang Fuda."
Chen Qing smiled gently, extended her hand to shake hands with Huang Fuda, and said, "Hello, Mr. Huang."
"Hello, Ms. Chen."
Fang Chuan picked up Yueyue again and pointed at Huang Fuda, saying, "This is Uncle Huang."
Yueyue blinked her big eyes, reached out her hand to Huang Fuda, and sweetly called out, "Uncle~"
Huang Fuda's heart melted. He smiled gently and offered his hand, "Hey~ what's the little one's name?"
"Chen Chunyue~"
Fang Chuan smiled and squinted, saying, "Isn't she cute? I'll send you some pictures of her when she was little; she's even cuter."
He handed Yueyue to Chen Qing, then, seeing Huang Fuda's obviously panicked expression, he opened the cleaned-up chat window, sent a photo, and said, "Huh? Why did you delete it..."
Huang Fuda looked at Fang Chuan, then at Chen Qing, and awkwardly took out his phone. "I probably deleted it by mistake."
"It's okay, just add it again, scan me."
Fang Chuan handed over the QR code, watched Huang Fuda scan it, and then quickly approved the application.
"Hey, what's your phone number? Send it to me too."
He listened as Huang Fuda finished reciting the number, then casually dialed it, but Huang Fuda's phone didn't ring. Fang Chuan looked at him suspiciously and said, "Did I hear the wrong number? Say it again."
Huang Fuda resignedly gave out the phone number, then watched Fang Chuan and his family of three leisurely leave, feeling inexplicably annoyed.
He suffered in silence. For five whole days of the exhibition, he was in a bad mood every single day. He kept dreaming about the day he received Fang Chuan's wedding invitation. Huang Fuda had forgotten what he felt at that time. He only remembered that he seemed to be in a good mood. He drank with Dr. Lin, and then Dr. Lin confessed to him, saying that he wanted to give him a home and stay with him for life. He agreed.
He got off the plane with a headache, returned home, didn't unpack his suitcase, went to bed and fell asleep. He didn't know how long he slept, but was woken up by Lin Fengxiao's voice scolding the children.
Huang Fuda walked out wearing slippers. There was a test paper on the ground. He picked it up. Mathematics: 89 points.
"If you only got this score in elementary school, what will you do in middle school! I've told you to study hard, but you just won't listen!"
Huang Fuda stood in front of the child, hugged Lin Fengxiao and said, "It's already very good. He's just careless. Don't get so angry. Chenchen, go back to your room and do your homework."
Chenchen went back to the small bedroom and locked the door. Lin Fengxiao's anger gradually subsided, and he hugged Huang Fuda's waist.
"Sorry to wake you. There's some rice left for you in the pot, eat it quickly."
Lin Fengxiao sat at the dining table with Huang Fuda, but he still looked worried.
Huang Fuda asked, "What's wrong with you today? Did something happen at the hospital?"
"I don't know who spread the rumor, but they said I committed marriage fraud and that Chenchen's mother was angered to death by me. It reached the dean's ears, and he called me in today and gave me a lecture."
"Didn't Chenchen's mother die of illness? Who's spreading these rumors?" Huang Fuda frowned.
"have no idea."
Lin Fengxiao looked at Huang Fuda, his expression softening. "You must be tired these past few days. I saw you sleeping when I got back."
"I'm not tired, it's just too hot. I was outdoors for two days and I might have gotten a bit of heatstroke. I have a headache."
Lin Fengxiao got up and walked behind Huang Fuda, massaging his head. "Then you should go to sleep early later."
After tidying up, the two turned off the lights and went to bed. Huang Fuda was thinking about the extra WeChat message and didn't know how to explain it to Lin Fengxiao. Just as he was worrying, a phone call came in on Huang Fuda's phone. Huang Fuda looked at the unfamiliar number and answered it with a puzzled expression.
"I'm sorry to bother you so late."
Fang Chuan?
Huang Fuda glanced guiltily at Lin Fengxiao, then asked Fang Chuan, "What is it?"
"I'm going to Sichuan on a business trip tomorrow. It's a rare opportunity for me to go, so please treat me to a meal."
Lin Fengxiao leaned closer and whispered, "Who is it?" Huang Fuda thought for a moment and then told him the truth. After hearing this, Lin Fengxiao smiled at Huang Fuda, then took the phone and said to Fang Chuan, "Okay, Fang Chuan, right? My wife and I will definitely do our best to be good hosts tomorrow."
Fang Chuan chuckled lightly on the other end of the phone and said, "That's wonderful. I've wanted to meet Dr. Lin for a long time."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Fengxiao sat up and silently looked at Huang Fuda, then asked, "Did you run into him again at the auto show this time?"
"………yes."
"In less than a month, in three cities, we bumped into each other three times." Lin Fengxiao smiled. "What a coincidence."
He leaned close and looked Huang Fuda straight in the eye. "You don't know what he means, do you?"
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