Chapter 32 My brother and I were eating outside

Fu Yian paused, it seemed that Yu Cheng's subordinates had followed him over.

He followed Yu Cheng downstairs without even meeting Yu Cheng's driver.

As soon as I walked out of the office, I ran into Meng Qingqing who was holding documents.

"Mr. Fu..."

She stood at the door holding documents and was about to knock.

Fu Yian looked at the work in her hands and said, "Put it on the table first. I will deal with it when I come back in the afternoon."

She looked at Yu Cheng and gritted her teeth: "The investment meeting at ten o'clock..."

Fu Yian thought for a moment and said, "Let Old Xie go."

"Brother, let's go."

Yu Cheng grabbed Fu Yian and took him away easily.

Before leaving, Yu Cheng turned around, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Meng Qingqing who was still standing at the door of the office.

"You don't need to order lunch, Secretary Meng. My brother and I will eat outside."

Meng Qingqing looked at Yu Cheng, her eyes were full of fire, her face was gloomy but she still smiled and said, "Okay."

Fu Yian watched the scene where Yu Cheng and Meng Qingqing were confronting each other, and always felt that something was wrong.

Before he had time to think, he was pulled into the elevator by Yu Cheng.

After going downstairs, Fu Yi'an saw from a distance an American SUV parked outside the lobby door.

There was no such ostentatious car in Fu Yian's garage. It seemed that Yu Cheng bought it in the United States.

He must have come here specifically to buy potted plants.

Now that the domestic license plate has been hung, I guess all the formalities have been completed.

Fu Yian got into the car and closed the door. Instead of the strong smell of leather as he had imagined, there was a light car aroma with a hint of citrus.

The car had been modified and the window glass was very thick, obviously bulletproof glass installed later.

But it is not very useful in the country.

The two middle seats are separated, and the back seat is folded down so that you can put flowers in it later.

Fu Yian raised his eyes and looked towards the driver's seat, where a muscular white man was sitting.

Noticing Fu Yi'an's gaze, the person in the driver's seat smiled at Fu Yi'an innocently through the rearview mirror.

"Brother, his name is Bob. Just call him Lao Hei. He can understand Chinese, but he has an accent. You can tell him to run away directly."

He is obviously a white person, but he insists on giving himself a black person's name.

In the plot that Fu Yian knew, there was only one.

Fu Yian's eyes flashed and he responded in a low voice.

The fingers on my leg moved and clenched.

It was rare that Yu Cheng didn't say a word along the way.

He saw Fu Yian's hands clenched tightly on his legs, so he raised his hands and held them.

Fu Yian looked at him.

Yu Cheng thought Fu Yi'an thought it was unsafe for white people to drive in China, so he explained, "Don't worry, brother. Lao Hei has been to China and has a residence permit and a domestic driver's license."

Yu Chenggun's hot palm fell on the back of Fu Yian's hand, warming his slightly cold hand.

Fu Yian retracted his gaze: "Is he someone you met in the United States?"

He looked at Lao Hei, and it felt like a hole suddenly appeared in his heart.

In the plot, Lao Hei was clearly someone Yu Cheng met after he took down the Fu family and returned to Hong Kong City. Why did he appear next to Yu Cheng now?

What exactly did he overlook?

Why did the plot get messed up?

Could it be that the plot has been going on all along and he doesn't know about it?

What did Yu Cheng do in the past three years in the United States?

What did he overlook?

Fu Yian forced himself to calm down.

The warmth on the back of his hand was still there. Yu Cheng forcefully pried his hand open, inserted his fingertips into his hand, and interlocked their fingers, instantly disrupting his thoughts.

Fu Yian:?

He looked at Yu Cheng.

Yu Cheng said as a matter of course: "Brother, just hold me."

Fu Yian twitched his fingers, but failed to break free from Yu Cheng's bondage.

"Whose man is holding hands?"

He raised his other hand and wanted to pinch Yu Cheng's ear.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Yu Cheng held it.

Fu Yi'an was helpless.

"let go."

"My brother said he likes me the most."

Fu Yi'an was stunned.

When Yu Cheng was young, he could just say it, but now that he has grown up, how can he open his mouth?

He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything even though his ears turned red.

Yu Cheng did not relax the strength in his hands at all.

He looked like he would not let go unless Fu Yi'an told him.

After a long while, Fu Yian whispered, "I like you the most."

Yu Cheng immediately let go of his hand and rubbed Fu Yian's arm diligently.

"Brother seemed to be in a bad mood just now, are you feeling better now?"

Fu Yian raised his eyes and met Yu Cheng's clear eyes. The panic that he felt about the plot being out of control gradually disappeared.

He was too nervous.

This world has long ceased to be a simple novel to him.

Since he traveled through time, the original plot has changed.

He doesn't need to dwell on the details of the plot.

Fu Yian raised his hand and touched Yu Cheng's fingers that were clenched red by him.

"Sorry, I just remembered something."

A dark light flashed in Yu Cheng's eyes, and he said softly: "It's okay, brother. I will always be by your side."

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It's just past the morning rush hour, so there aren't many cars on the road.

They arrived at the nearest flower and bird market smoothly. After getting off the car, Fu Yian looked around with some curiosity.

He had hardly ever been to any market before.

Most of what he saw were economic surveys of related markets, which turned the bustling market into rows of cold numbers on paper.

There are stalls here as well as exquisitely decorated shops.

The stalls were filled with a variety of flowers and plants, and many bird cages were hung on the rows of railings.

Fu Yian and Yu Cheng walked through the stalls and were curious about the birds of various colors in the bird cages.

"This color..."

Yu Cheng quietly lowered his head and whispered in Fu Yi'an's ear: "This row is all dyed with Sparrow."

Fu Yian paused and asked how there could be such bright feathers.

As Yu Cheng walked, he explained to Fu Yian some of the flowers and birds he saw.

He spoke in a low voice, very close to Fu Yi'an's ear. He always felt his breath itchy on his ear, which made him want to hide to the side.

Suddenly, an arm restrained Fu Yian's waist.

He turned his head to look at Yu Cheng, and when he turned around, Fu Yian realized that the distance between them was a little too close.

Fu Yian's body was a little stiff, as if they were stuck together.

"If my brother keeps hiding, he will end up at someone else's stall."

Fu Yian glanced at his feet and silently leaned towards Yu Cheng again.

The two finally stopped in front of a very old store.

There was a huge fan hanging from the ceiling of the store, whirring back and forth.

The store is divided into two sides, left and right, with huge counters on both walls filled with ceramic vases from various eras.

According to Fu Yian's vision, the left wall is full of authentic works, while the right wall is full of modern craftsmanship, which is simply called high imitation.

There was no one in the store.

There is a door in the middle with a plastic curtain.

Yu Cheng carried Fu Yian through the door and into the yard.

After passing the door, Fu Yian looked at the open yard in surprise.

The storefront in front is not big, but the yard is very spacious.

There are all kinds of flowers planted inside, and some of them are even specially made sunrooms.

"I asked around before coming here. This store sells the most varieties. Brother, take a look and see if you like anything."