Fu Yan was aroused by him, but thinking that Xiao Xin had to go to work the next day, he tried his best to restrain himself, hugged Xiao Xin and said, "Brother, go to sleep."
Xiao Xin felt uncomfortable from his tickling and couldn't help but laugh: "How can you sleep?"
Fu Yan pursed his lips and did not answer, his hot breath burning Xiao Xin's face.
Xiao Xin kissed the corner of his lips, then placed his fingers to her own lips. "Here or hand, choose one..."
Fu Yan understood what he meant and said in a hoarse voice, "Only children make choices. I want both."
"Okay." Xiao Xin smiled, lifted the covers, and crawled into bed.
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The next day, Xiao Xin, unusually, got up early, climbing out of bed at 7:30.
As soon as he finished washing up, Fu Yan pulled him to the dining table. It was a simple Western breakfast: pan-fried egg toast with ham and a cup of hot, fragrant milk.
Looking at the perfectly presented breakfast, Xiao Xin stared at Fu Yan in disbelief: "What time did you get up? How did you finish making it so quickly?"
Fu Yan took a bite of ham and replied, "Six-thirty. Look at my alarm set for seven-thirty, I'm an hour earlier than you."
He had class at 8:40 in the morning, so he had plenty of time to make breakfast for Xiao Xin.
Xiao Xin's work start time is nine o'clock, but the company is a bit far away, requiring a half-hour drive. To avoid traffic jams, she has to get up early.
Xiao Xin drank her milk, looked up at Fu Yan, and said thank you.
Fu Yan noticed a ring of milk stains around Xiao Xin's lips, so he stood up, bent down, and licked Xiao Xin's chin clean.
Xiao Xin's face flushed, and she glared at him angrily: "..."
Fu Yan smiled, not feeling embarrassed at all. He sat back down and said matter-of-factly, "I already said, if you really want to thank me, use this."
He touched the corner of his lips with his finger.
Xiao Xin snorted coldly and continued eating breakfast with her eyes down.
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For the next two weeks, the two were tacitly busy. Xiao Xin was busy making songs, while Fu Yan and Feng Lu's project assignments were submitted to a competition by their tutor. If their project ideas were adopted by the judging company, they could receive a considerable design fee.
When the professor saw Fu Yan and Feng Lu's assignments, he immediately felt that they were above the professional level.
He knew Fu Yan had returned from abroad, but he didn't expect her to surprise him so much.
Fu Yan said he felt nothing about it; he had simply done what he was supposed to do.
Feng Lu was different; he had the illusion that his efforts were being recognized and that he was about to become a big celebrity.
The company owned by the Feng family was not large, far smaller than that of the Fu family. Feng's father saw that he was a good-for-nothing and scolded him all the time for being useless.
Feng Lu was already fantasizing about using this design to slap his father in the face.
He excitedly dragged Fu Yan along that day, ready to find a restaurant to celebrate.
Feng Lu drove Feng Xiaoxiao and Fu Yan to a popular restaurant in City A for a photo op.
As soon as the three of them stepped out of the elevator, Fu Yan saw a familiar figure disappearing at the restaurant entrance.
Seeing him standing there in a daze at the elevator entrance, Feng Lu turned around and grabbed his wrist: "What are you standing there for? Let's go."
Fu Yan was being led by the hand towards the restaurant when he said, "I think I saw my brother."
"Who is it? Your wife? Where is she?" Feng Lu looked around but didn't see anyone.
"What are you talking about? Can't you sit down and talk?" Feng Xiaoxiao took their arms from the middle and walked towards their reserved spot.
The waiter led the three of them to a window seat, and Fu Yan immediately spotted Xiao Xin sitting at a table across from them.
Xiao Xin was eating, and there was a man sitting opposite her. The man had short, wolf-tailed hair, and because his back was to them, Fu Yan couldn't see what he looked like.
But what you could sense was that the man was excitedly talking about something, while Xiao Xin on the other side had a detached expression and wasn't very interested; the two didn't seem to be communicating on the same wavelength.
Feng Xiaoxiao and Feng Lu were busy looking at the menu and didn't notice Fu Yan standing there in a daze.
Xiao Xin had a grain of rice stuck to the corner of his mouth, and Mo Xuan jokingly remarked with a smile.
As soon as Xiao Xin looked up, she met Fu Yan's gaze, and a sense of panic inexplicably flashed through her heart.
Seeing him in a daze, Mo Xuan reached out to pick the grain of rice from Xiao Xin's mouth, but his wrist was pulled back by a tremendous force, as if to break his hand.
Fu Yan pulled Mo Xuan's chair away, grabbed his hand, and threw him to the ground.
He landed hard on his buttocks, felt a sharp pain, looked up and saw Fu Yan, and his anger flared up.
Mo Xuan rubbed his backside, stood up from the ground, and cursed Fu Yan through gritted teeth: "Are you sick?"
Fu Yan ignored him, wiped the rice from Xiao Xin's mouth with a tissue, and asked, "Brother, who is he?"
Xiao Xin stared at Fu Yan for a moment, then finally said, "He's my colleague."
When Mo Xuan saw Fu Yan, he straightened up and deliberately provoked her: "Xin Xin, I confess my feelings to you every day, how can our relationship be just that of colleagues?"
Fu Yan gritted his teeth, released Xiao Xin, clenched his fist, turned around, and punched Mo Xuan in the face.
Mo Xuan was stunned by the blow and staggered back two steps, accidentally falling into Feng Lu's arms.
Feng Lu frowned and glanced at him: "Isn't it inappropriate to throw yourself into someone's arms like this in public?"
After he finished speaking, he took a step back, and Mo Xuan fell straight backward and crashed to the ground.
Fu Yan pressed down on him, grabbed his collar, and said angrily, "Take back what you just said."
"What, you want to hit me? Can you afford to hit my face...?"
"Pfft..." He had barely finished speaking when he turned his head to the side and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Fu Yan grabbed his collar, his eyes darkening: "Still want to talk?"
Mo Xuan's mouth was filled with the taste of blood. He opened his mouthful of bloody teeth and laughed instead of being angry: "Madman..."
Fu Yan was about to hit her again, but her wrist was grabbed.
Xiao Xin grabbed his hand and called out to him, "Fu Yan, get up."
Fu Yan turned around and saw Xiao Xin. His anger subsided, and he slowly breathed heavily, "Brother, he just..."
Xiao Xin frowned when she saw he didn't move. "Get up!"
Xiao Xin's anger was obvious, and only then did Fu Yan get up from Mo Xuan.
He walked up to Xiao Xin and took Xiao Xin's hands in his own: "Brother, I'm sorry, I was very angry at what he did to you just now..."
Xiao Xin glanced at the passersby taking pictures nearby, immediately pulled her hand away from Fu Yan's hand, and awkwardly looked away from Fu Yan's face: "This is not a reason for you to hit someone. The way he spoke to me just now was my business..."
Fu Yan acted too impulsively.
Fu Yan looked at his empty hands, then at Xiao Xin's evasive gaze, and felt as if a thread in his heart had suddenly snapped.
He reached out to pull Xiao Xin again, but Xiao Xin dodged and took a step back, glancing guiltily at the people holding up their phones to them.
Fu Yan followed his gaze and saw that someone five meters away was taking pictures of them with their phone.
Feng Lu stood next to Xiao Xin, blocking the camera for him, and pointed to Mo Xuan, who was still lying on the ground next to him, and said, "If you want to film, film him."
Mo Xuan regained his senses, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned his head and roared, "I'll fucking see who dares to film this!"
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