Chapter 14 Okay, I won’t leave, I’ll go to sleep

The low, hoarse voice exploded in Fu Yi'an's mind like thunder.

As he spoke, Yu Cheng's hot breath fell beside Fu Yi'an's ear.

Fu Yian could feel Yu Cheng's lips brushing against his earlobe.

The body that had just relaxed suddenly tensed up.

The earlobes and neck are too sensitive, and Fu Yi'an subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

Yu Cheng's hands were very strong, holding him tightly in his arms.

Fu Yian couldn't move.

"Um?"

Yu Cheng didn't get an answer, so he leaned his forehead further against Fu Yi'an's shoulder. Feeling the increasingly stiff body of the person in his arms, Yu Cheng felt increasingly depressed.

“No…no.”

Lie.

If there really wasn't anything, why would it be so stiff?

Yu Cheng sneered in his heart.

Fu Yian always felt that something was wrong, and his stiff mind was thinking quickly.

Are there really brothers who are so sticky that they sleep in the same bed and hug each other?

He fell into deep self-doubt.

Maybe this is what children who lack love are like?

After all, Yu Cheng could only act coquettishly with him since he was a child.

But why doesn't he himself have the need to act coquettishly?

Maybe everyone is different?

Fu Yi'an's thoughts were complicated.

He could only try to ignore the itchy scent spraying down his neck.

He moved slightly and raised his hand to touch Yu Cheng's head.

"Okay, I won't leave. I'm going to sleep."

His movements were so natural, just like the movements I made countless times when I comforted him to sleep after giving him extra lessons at night when he was a child.

Yu Cheng, who had been gloomy at first, suddenly stiffened and softened as if his fur had been smoothed.

He whispered:

"Good night, brother."

"Good night."

Fu Yian originally thought it would be difficult to fall asleep being stuck like this.

As a result, after a while, he became a little confused.

Before falling asleep, Fu Yian always felt that he had forgotten something, but his body was filled with warm air and his brain didn't want to move at all. He simply leaned on Yu Cheng's shoulder and fell asleep.

*

The next morning.

Fu Yian was busy putting on his clothes.

He stood in front of the mirror and washed up hurriedly.

Feeling angry, he walked out of the bathroom and glared at Yu Cheng who was still lying on the bed.

"Don't turn off my alarm next time."

Yu Cheng lazily lay on the bed and responded vaguely.

He hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time.

Whether it was the softness of the mattress at home or the warmth of the person in his arms, everything made him feel very relaxed.

The moment he heard the ringtone in the morning, Yu Cheng muted it without thinking.

As a result, Fu Yi'an just got up at around nine o'clock.

There are already three or four calls from my assistant on my phone. My flight is at 11:30, and if I wake up a little later I won’t be able to catch it.

He forgot to tell Yu Cheng yesterday that he was going on a business trip today. At this moment, Fu Yi'an finished washing up and stood in the cloakroom to match accessories. He said to Yu Cheng: "I'm going to Beijing today. If it's fast, I will be back tomorrow, or maybe the day after tomorrow."

Yu Cheng, who was still yawning on the bed, suddenly sat up and woke up.

"Why are you going to Jing City?"

He hadn't even returned to China when his brother left.

Then what’s the point of him coming back if he can’t see Fu Yian.

Yu Cheng quickly got out of bed: "I'll go too."

Fu Yian said coldly: "If you want to go, you should look at the tickets instead of staring at me."

The tickets were sold out one hour before departure, and if Yu Cheng didn't hurry up, he would have to miss the next flight.

Yu Cheng washed his face casually with water, then took Fu Yian's mobile phone to compare the flight number.

In the end, he bought a business class ticket for a flight that was about to take off at a price nearly twice that of Fu Yi'an.

Fu Yian looked at the boy with fluffy hair standing next to him and felt his palms itchy.

He touched it, and in return Yu Cheng rubbed his cheek vigorously.

After booking the flight tickets, Yu Cheng handed his phone and cell phone to Fu Yian and went to brush his teeth.

The two quickly picked up their luggage and went out.

*

The assistant has been waiting in the parking lot for a long time.

After Fu Yian got into the car, he was thinking about something.

When Yu Cheng went out, he was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and blue and white jeans.

Very casual, just a completely harmless and innocent college student.

Sitting next to Fu Yian, who was wearing a shirt and trousers, he had a completely different style.

Fu Yian looked at Yu Cheng quietly, and suddenly thought of the scenes in his dream.

It is so different from reality.

In the dream, Yu Cheng was always wearing an expensive black custom-made shirt and long trousers that highlighted his perfect pair of long legs, looking very imposing.

Much more unruly than now.

He is tall and good-looking, and is always the most eye-catching one at business parties.

Countless girls fell in love with him.

Many socialites took great pains to get invitations to the party just to say hello to Yu Cheng on the spot.

Any photo you take can quickly become a hot topic.

But it will be taken down soon.

All in all, the grown-up Yu Cheng looks like a noble young man who is very good at manipulating people's hearts.

Fu Yian has been observing for a long time.

Yu Cheng sat on the other side, not knowing what was on his body.

He swallowed and inadvertently tilted his head slightly to look out the window, revealing the best profile he had simulated in front of the mirror.

It can show off his perfect jawline and nose bridge.

Fu Yian didn't notice Yu Cheng's little trick. He just thought that Yu Cheng didn't seem to be very interested in taking over Fu's.

She was even very resistant to his decision to completely withdraw from the Fu family to avoid suspicion.

How can we let Yu Cheng take over Fu Group like in the plot?

Is it really going to be like in the dream, that the two of them will become enemies, and Yu Cheng will take away Fu's family with his own hands in order to take revenge on him?

Fu Yian thought for a while, but could not come up with a clear answer, so he simply took out his computer and started working.

His schedule is almost accurate to the minute. He got up late this morning and had a lot of things to do.

The world is changing rapidly now, and there are many things he needs time to understand.

Fu Yian quickly skimmed through the news and read through the headlines in the financial section.

After a long while, Yu Cheng no longer felt that intense gaze and finally relaxed a little.

He felt unhappy again.

What is his brother looking at if he isn’t looking at him?

Yu Cheng glanced at Fu Yian who was working, then turned his head away angrily.

He took out his cell phone, looked at it, and put it back.

Although Hua Yin also has a company in mainland China, it is obviously not suitable for handling now.

Yu Cheng thought about it, then simply leaned to the side and fell asleep with his head on Fu Yian’s shoulder.

*

America.

The exterior of an inconspicuous single-family house.

The man, who had been lying in the thick bushes for almost a day, was feeling a little irritable.

He was sure that this was the boy's home.

But a whole day had passed.

No one came out, and no one went in.

He couldn't even see anyone, so there was no way he could complete the task assigned to him.

Suddenly.

His shoulder itched.

Thinking it was a bug that had gotten into his clothes, he raised his hand and patted his shoulders a few times.

After a while it started itching again.

The strong man was a little annoyed and turned his head suddenly.

There was an icy hole on his forehead instantly.

The honest old black man smiled and said, "What are you doing squatting here?"

The man who had just looked annoyed suddenly stepped back in fear.

"Hold!"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Lao Hei pulled the trigger without blinking.

The dull sound of gunfire was followed by a shrill scream.

Because of the pain, the man even threw the sniper rifle aside.

Lao Hei looked at the blood on the ground that was about to stain the lawn red with some worry, "Call the police, they will take care of you."

The man lying on the ground, holding his bleeding thigh, looked at the person in front of him as if he was looking at a ghost.

Who should call the police?

"You have threatened my life by squatting at my door with a gun for no reason."

"I had no choice but to attack you."

There seemed to be some regret on Lao Hei's face, as if he didn't want to hand the person over to the police.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiao Xian drove his car and parked outside the western-style building.

He glanced at the person lying on the ground and sneered, "You are lucky."

"You can still survive if the boss is not here."

He fished a knife from his pocket and walked toward the man curled up on the ground.

The man, who was almost fainting from the pain, struggled backwards after seeing the knife clearly.

But Jiao Xian obviously had no intention of killing him.

He simply undressed the man, cut off a few strips of cloth and threw them at him.

The meaning was obvious, let him tie the wound to stop the bleeding.

Disability is a disability, but people cannot die.

Otherwise, they will not be in the right when the court opens.

Jiao Xian picked up a leaf with disgust and wiped his knife.

"Take him away."