Chapter 117

I don’t know if it’s because of the drop in temperature during winter, but Fu Yian felt a little cold while standing in the company lounge.

He calmly picked up the cup filled with coffee, put it to his lips and took a sip.

The coffee without sugar or milk tasted too bitter. Fu Yian frowned slightly, then he realized that he had brewed the wrong tea without realizing it.

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Yian poured out the coffee in his hand and left the lounge.

Yan Qi placed the reprinted document on Fu Yian's desk and was about to leave when he suddenly heard Fu Yian's voice.

"Refund Yu Cheng's flight ticket."

Yan Qi was stunned, looked at the boss who was too silent, moved his lips, but still did not ask any inappropriate questions.

"OK."

Fu Yian glanced at the camera on the table, collected all the chaotic thoughts in his heart, re-signed the document, and reviewed the content of the cooperation to be discussed the day after tomorrow.

Fu Yian, who usually works all day long, is inexplicably distracted at this moment.

He stared at the time on the lower left corner of his computer desktop, looking deep and wondering what he was thinking.

*

After leaving the office, Yan Qi stood in the corridor for a while.

He hesitated for a moment, but still clicked on Jiao Xian's contact information.

"What will your boss do the day after tomorrow?"

Although the business trip and flight duration were only two days, his boss should not have split up to take action.

Jiao Xian replied quickly: "The boss has his own things to do, I don't know what they are."

Yan Qi replied with a "hmm" and said nothing more. He returned to his office, not knowing how to comfort Fu Yian who was obviously not in good shape.

*

Fu Yian has never been good at dealing with emotional issues, let alone such a delicate issue that he doesn't know how to approach.

He used work to numb the vague depression in his heart. After two busy days, he boarded a flight to England in the afternoon.

After getting on the plane, Fu Yian habitually turned his head to look at another seat in the same row, but the door on the other side was closed and Yu Cheng's smiling face was no longer there.

Fu Yian withdrew his gaze, closed the door on his side, reclined in the chair, put on an eye mask, and closed his eyes to rest.

Yesterday's interaction was normal, except that Yu Cheng didn't come with us today.

The business trip only lasted eighteen hours. It had happened before, but maybe Yu Cheng really didn't have time this time.

Fu Yian covered his slightly cold fingertips with a blanket, and fell asleep with his brows pinched.

*

Yu Cheng hung up the phone and turned his head to listen to Jiao Xian: "Before the plane took off, Yan Qi asked me again what you were doing."

Jiao Xian shook his phone. The chat history on it was very brief, but from yesterday to now, he asked three times in a row what Yu Cheng was busy with.

Jiao Xian was also somewhat helpless: "Mr. Fu's subordinates are as introverted as Mr. Fu."

Being asked this question three times in a row by a rigid person like Yan Qi, it can be seen that Mr. Fu’s condition is definitely not good.

But he never said a word about going together, and just kept it to himself.

Yu Cheng glanced at him, his eyes full of thought.

Yan Qi's subordinates have asked so many times. Yesterday, he spent the whole day with his brother, but Fu Yian didn't mention anything about going with him.

The dissatisfaction in his heart was piling up more and more. Yu Cheng narrowed his eyes and suppressed the desire in his heart to completely control his brother.

His feelings towards Fu Yian were not simply possessiveness, but a more complex one. He wanted to be honest with her and wanted Fu Yian to depend on him.

He also hoped that Fu Yi'an's feelings for him would be stronger, or in other words, he wanted his brother to be completely relaxed in front of him.

He wanted to completely enter Fu Yian's heart, but the door was closed too tightly.

Even though his brother indulged him to no end, he never took the initiative to tell him any of his emotions.

All of Fu Yian's evasive behavior now shows that he has never fully revealed his true feelings to Yu Cheng.

Deep in Yu Cheng's dark eyes, a strong sense of prejudice gradually rose.

He curled the corners of his lips, put his phone in his pocket, turned around and left the office.

How could he allow the person he loved most to have any gap between him and himself? Even if there was only a tiny gap, Yu Cheng would forcefully break it.

He always gets into his brother's true heart.

However, for someone as stubborn and cold as his brother, even if he asked directly, he would definitely only get a stubborn answer.

I can only think of other ways.

Yu Cheng lowered his eyes, appearing extremely gentle.

In their relationship, the elder brother always puts himself in a higher position.

It seemed that in Fu Yian's heart, those who were a few years older than him were destined to be more tolerant of him.

If it was a hobby, Yu Cheng would naturally be very happy.

But if after being together for such a long time, my brother is still so insecure, then he is completely useless.

After Yu Cheng left the office, he looked thoughtful.

It was obvious that he had been with his brother since he was very young.

For ten whole years, he had never had anyone else around him, let alone any interest in anyone.

Yu Cheng couldn't understand why his brother was always worried and looked like he didn't believe him.

He was in deep thought, always feeling that there was something he had overlooked.

*

"Capricorns are sensitive, have strong self-esteem, care about face, lack a sense of security, but appear calm on the surface."

While Yu Cheng was busy with the things in his hands, he quickly scanned the contents on his mobile phone. His lips moved and he suddenly felt that what he said made some sense.

Jiao Xian sat aside and was speechless when he noticed what he was searching for.

"Did you get a knock on the head?"

He simply couldn't understand why his boss, who never believed in anything, suddenly started searching for horoscopes.

Is love such a thing that can make people stupid?

Yu Cheng glanced at him, ignored his complaints, and continued reading the introduction on his phone.

He really didn't believe what was said there, but he thought it might be of some value if he used it as a reference occasionally.

Yu Cheng put his cell phone aside, put aside a bunch of white and soft jasmine that he had just trimmed, then skillfully picked up another bunch and carefully trimmed off the slightly damaged leaves on it.

Jiao Xian, with a frown on his face, carefully carried the jasmine that Yu Cheng had trimmed to the other side of the room, inserted it into the base, and then used the finest nozzle to sprinkle a thin layer of mist on the petals.

Yu Cheng said in a faint voice: "The left branch is pressed."

Jiao Xian immediately pulled out the crushed branch and reinserted it into the green sponge mud, making sure that the flowers would not touch each other.

"Why on earth would you want me to work overtime on a plane with you overnight?"

"Do you know how many women I turned down tonight?"

Yu Cheng didn't even look at him and continued to arrange the bouquet carefully.

Jiao Xian looked at the bouquets of white flowers that filled the room and sighed, somewhat confused.

"Wouldn't it be better to let someone else take care of this?"

Yu Cheng carefully arranged it with a pair of scissors, with a smile on his face. He didn't think it would be a waste of time to do these trivial things by himself.

It’s my brother’s birthday, so of course he should prepare everything himself.