Chapter 26 Good Brothers Together

Fu Yian obviously didn't notice the gazes of others.

His mind was a little active and he had difficulty concentrating. He would look at the flowers in his hand from time to time.

He just thought, no wonder Yu Cheng could easily win the hearts of so many women in the plot.

He can do this just for his brother.

If Fu Yi'an hadn't clearly known that he was in a huge harem novel, he would have doubted Yu Cheng's sexual orientation.

But now they are just good brothers.

After all, in the plot, the protagonist is very generous to his subordinates, so he is now considered to be working for the protagonist?

Fu Yi'an was in a mess. When he got into the car, Yan Qi was already waiting in the driver's seat.

He saw the bouquet of flowers that Fu Yian had been holding and gradually fell silent.

He talked a lot to the boss on the way here, and it was probably all resolved by this bouquet of flowers.

Yan Qi stared at the traffic light in front of him with dead fish eyes.

Why didn't he realize before that his boss seemed a little slow in dealing with emotional issues?

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After returning to the old house, Fu Yian rummaged through the storage room for a long time before he found a suitable vase among his grandfather's collection.

After briefly processing the bouquet, he diluted some of Mr. Fu's nutrient solution specifically for growing flowers and placed the jasmine in the vase.

Yu Cheng’s eyes never left Fu Yian.

Two full hours had passed.

His brother's attention was fixed on the bouquet of flowers.

At first he was happy.

Gradually, Yu Cheng's mood became depressed.

Finally, after Fu Yian finished an online meeting, his eyes habitually fell on the jasmine flowers beside the desk, and Yu Cheng, who was sitting on the other side of the study, stood up.

He raised his hand, moved the precious vase away, and met Fu Yi'an's gaze.

"Brother, is that flower prettier than me?"

"You're so beautiful that you forgot you have to spend the evening with me?"

Fu Yian: …

He coughed lightly, withdrew his attention from the flowers, and looked helplessly at Yu Cheng who was standing in front of his desk.

"You're still calculating about what you gave me."

Yu Cheng pulled a chair and sat opposite Fu Yian.

He looked down at the armrest between the two chairs, and simply pulled Fu Yian to sit on the black leather sofa in the study.

He sat closely beside Fu Yian, and the temperature between their thighs was quickly transmitted through the thin summer fabric.

Fu Yian moved to the side and Yu Cheng followed immediately.

"What's wrong with what I sent? Is what I sent better than me?"

Anything Yu Cheng says can become his truth.

Fu Yian couldn't convince him and pushed Yu Cheng's thigh.

When Fu Yi'an's fingertips touched his hot thigh muscles, they trembled.

When did this boy grow so strong?

Fu Yian pretended to take his hand back naturally: "Move it to the side, is it hot?"

Yu Cheng pointed to the central air conditioning next to him.

It is clearly marked “20℃”.

Fu Yian could only let him stick to him and refuse him again. This kid's glass heart was broken and he was the only one who could comfort him.

"Tell me, what do you want to learn?"

He picked up a pen and paper, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Yu Cheng.

Yu Cheng was a lot bigger than him, and Fu Yi'an realized that when he sat down, he could just see Yu Cheng's clear jawline by turning his head to the side.

The man had a straight nose, fair skin, long eyelashes, and delicate facial features without looking effeminate.

Especially those long and beautiful eyes, which are full of tenderness when looking at people.

The Yu Cheng today is no longer the youthful person he was three years ago.

Fu Yian returned his gaze to the paper.

He still remembered that when he spoke to Yu Cheng three years ago, he still looked at him straight in the eye.

Yu Cheng lazily rested his chin on Fu Yian's shoulder.

He raised his hand, placed his palm on the back of Fu Yian's hand, held Fu Yian's hand holding the pen with his big hand, and wrote and drew casually on the paper.

"Brother, I want to settle down near your company."

The posture between the two was so intimate that even without turning his head, Fu Yi'an could feel Yu Cheng's hot breath on his cheek.

Before he could react, Yu Cheng's words distracted him.

"The land rents around Fu's are too expensive and not suitable for the development of a new company."

Yu Cheng said indifferently: "I got the inheritance from my biological father."

Fu Yian had never specifically inquired about things in Hong Kong, but he paid some attention to it when the news of Chairman Hua Yin's death became a hot topic a few years ago.

He knew that Yu Cheng's father used to be the person in charge of Hua Yin, but Yu Cheng's father passed away very early, and after he passed away, Hua Yin had been in the hands of Old Yu.

He didn't expect that Yu Chengpin could get the inheritance by virtue of his status as an illegitimate child.

Fu Yian crossed out the word "rent" and said, "Then I'll give you some more money and you can buy a few floors directly."

CY is an investment company and does not need a very large venue.

The first floor of Haicheng Center CBD is definitely enough.

Yu Cheng nodded.

He rested his chin on Fu Yi'an's shoulder, which made him feel a little itchy.

"Don't rub it."

Fu Yian habitually raised his hand and touched Yu Cheng's soft hair, then drew a simple list.

"I will ask my assistant to help you with some formalities. You are not yet accustomed to the domestic policies."

Yu Cheng has been dealing with matters in Hong Kong and the United States in recent years and does not know much about the domestic situation.

However, he learned quickly and quickly understood the ideas after listening to Fu Yian's explanation.

He curled his lips and deliberately repeated what Fu Yian had just said.

"Why did you do this, brother?"

Fu Yian paused and explained it to him again.

He had long been accustomed to Yu Cheng's occasional slowness.

It was not until late at night, after Fu Yian had finished talking to him, that he realized that he was being held in Yu Cheng's arms.

Yu Cheng put his hands on his waist, rested his chin on his shoulder, smiled and spoke to him with his head tilted.

Fu Yian’s body stiffened.

He slapped Yu Cheng's arm away, stood up from the sofa and moved around.

"When did it become so sticky?"

Fu Yian handed the paper and pen to Yu Cheng, "Review it yourself. I'm going to take a shower first."

Yu Cheng didn't even look at it, just threw it on the table and grabbed Fu Yi'an's wrist, "Brother, I'll wash it too."

Fu Yian couldn't stand it any longer: "Can't you wait a moment?"

"I can't wait to pick one out of all the bathrooms out there."

Yu Cheng didn't say anything, he just held Fu Yian's hand and looked at him eagerly.

Ten seconds later.

Fu Yian pulled the man's arm weakly and led him into the bathroom.

Before closing the door, Fu Yian pointed weakly at the shower.

"You go take a shower."

He turned and walked towards the bathtub.

Yu Cheng locked the bathroom door with a click and followed Fu Yian to stand beside the bathtub.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Fu Yian pretended to be angry: "Can't you wash it yourself?"

Yu Cheng diligently filled the bathtub with water.

"It's too dangerous for my brother to take a bath alone. I have to watch him."

The bathtub is big enough to accommodate two people without any pressure.

Fu Yian was finally forced to lie in the huge white porcelain bathtub with Yu Cheng.

He sat in the bathtub, thinking coldly that perhaps it was normal for good brothers to take a bath together.

It must be because he was an only child in his previous life and had very little experience.