Chapter 37 He went there himself

Yu Cheng got on the plane with Fu Yian with a sour face.

Even though Fu Yian repeatedly assured him that he and Huo Ji really had no other relationship, he failed to appease Yu Cheng.

Finally, he let Yu Cheng hold it and take two bites before stopping.

There were teeth marks all over one's neck, which had not disappeared by the next morning.

Yan Qi looked at his neck in horror, and Fu Yian didn't know how to explain.

It seems like no matter how you explain this, it's not right.

*

When we got out of the airport, the person who was going to pick us up was already waiting outside.

The Fu family also has a company in Italy, and Fu Yi'an has a manor here, which was bought for him by his grandfather.

Later he gave it to Yu Cheng.

Because one winter vacation, he had originally agreed to bring Fu Yian here to spend the winter, but unfortunately the company had some troubles, so he had to take Yu Cheng to Canada, where it was even colder.

As time was tight for this business trip, Fu Yian simply went directly to the Bulgari Hotel.

The hotel was renovated from an ancient palace in the 18th century. The unique courtyard garden design and the Zimbabwe marble paving are exquisite and luxurious.

Yan Qi handed the luggage to the hotel staff and went back to the room.

Mr. Fu is very nice to his subordinates, and usually he always stays in a business class superior room when he goes on business trips.

Fu Yian calculated the time before his business trip. He would land at night, so he planned to adjust to the jet lag in the hotel.

He never wanted to hurt his body again in this life.

As soon as we entered the room, the hotel sent us some welcome desserts.

Yu Cheng closed the door and pressed the do not disturb button. He ate the exquisite snacks in three or two bites, leaving one for Fu Yian's mouth, then turned around and stuck to Fu Yian's back.

"Brother, the macarons here are too sweet."

Fu Yian raised his hand and slapped the man on the shoulder.

"Don't rub your hands on my clothes."

What he was wearing was a new product just delivered by Hermes, not a mouth wipe for Yu Cheng.

Yu Cheng watched eagerly as Fu Yian carefully took off his suit jacket and hung it in the closet.

"How can I compare to my brother's suit?"

"He touched the suit carefully, but left me with a slap."

Yu Cheng wanted to say a few more words, but was blocked by Fu Yian.

"Even clothes need to be yin and yang."

Fu Yian had no way to deal with him.

"There is a chess and card room in the room. Do you want me to play with you later?"

He remembered that in the plot, Yu Cheng was very good at playing cards.

Not sure if Yu Cheng would be able to do that now, he just asked casually to change the subject.

Yu Cheng was indeed distracted by the conversation. He was a little surprised: "Brother, do you know how to play poker?"

Fu Yian nodded: "Not very proficient, but I understand the rules."

A long time ago, when he went to the United States to discuss business, a boss there loved playing poker and saw that he was a newcomer so he deliberately invited him to play.

Fu Yian was a quick learner. After becoming familiar with the rules, he mercilessly won more than one million US dollars from the boss.

Rich people always have their own hobbies. Fu Yi'an loved saving money all his life.

The figures in his personal account have reached alarming proportions.

But after dying once, he became more interested in buying things.

Also likes to give Yu Chenghua money.

Even though Yu Cheng had never asked him for money, Fu Yian would give him money every time he thought of him.

Especially when Yu Cheng was a child, he had never been around other children, and the only way to show his kindness was to give Yu Cheng money.

Yu Cheng raised his hand, gently stroked the corner of Fu Yi'an's eye, lowered his eyes to look into his eyes, and said righteously:

"Brother taught me."

"I can't fight."

Fu Yian: “…”

He simply didn't believe that Yu Cheng, who had been in the United States for three years, didn't know how to play cards.

Forget it, forget it, it's just a way for children to act coquettishly.

"Go downstairs and have a meal. I'll come back and teach you after I take a shower."

*

Before going downstairs, Fu Yian took his wallet from the suitcase.

You really need to carry cash with you for tipping when you are abroad.

Fu Yian and Yu Cheng went downstairs, found a seat by the window and ordered food.

The waiter came over quickly and introduced the dishes to them with a smile, and was even more polite to Yu Chengxiao.

It was a bit strange that Italians spoke English, and the menu was all in Italian. Fu Yian had not studied Italian specifically, so he just ordered a few dishes that looked delicious and handed the menu to Yu Cheng.

The waiter who was originally standing next to Fu Yian walked towards Yu Cheng with a smile.

After Yu Cheng added a few more dishes, the waiter immediately left.

None of the tips Fu Yian prepared were used.

Yu Cheng stood up and said, "Brother, I'm going to the bathroom."

Fu Yian nodded.

Under the light, Fu Yian's light-colored eyes were shining as he watched Yu Cheng's back disappear around the corner with ease.

He withdrew his gaze, and his white fingers fell on the table, touching the white roses on the table.

Yu Cheng is very familiar with this place, and the people here are also quite familiar with him.

It seems that during the three years they were apart, Yu Cheng did a lot of things that he didn't know about.

Fu Yian lowered his eyes, his hair falling on his forehead. He didn't understand why Yu Cheng hid these things from him.

In silence, a shadow fell in front of Fu Yian.

"Hi honey, can I sit across from you?"

The blond-haired, blue-eyed man spoke in broken Chinese and sat down opposite without waiting for Fu Yian's reply.

Fu Yian's thoughts were suddenly disrupted, and he frowned slightly: "Sorry, please stand up, there is someone on the opposite side."

In case this person didn't understand, Fu Yi'an repeated it in English.

The man sitting opposite didn't care, "It doesn't matter, this is my seat now."

He has a very arrogant attitude and obviously holds a very high status here.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Marion Harriet. Yes, the Harriet you're thinking of."

Fu Yian had no interest in continuing to tangle with Harriet. It would be even more troublesome if Yu Cheng saw him.

He asked the waiter here to ask the person to leave.

Marion couldn't believe it: "Why do you want me to leave? Is my status not as good as the person you are waiting for?"

He wanted to continue pestering her, but the hotel staff could not be easily offended. Marion was taken away by the waiter without even getting the person's name.

Soon a waiter came over to apologize and replaced all the chairs and tableware on the other side.

Fu Yian only then remembered that Harriet was the business family he had come to discuss cooperation with.

He frowned, not in a good mood.

Not long after, Yu Cheng returned to his seat. He saw the tableware had changed its position and his eyes dimmed.

"Brother, I just ran into someone I worked with before and chatted with him for a while."

He fiddled with the tableware gently. "It seems someone was asked to leave here just now. Did you see it, brother?"

Dishes were served one after another. Fu Yian was thinking about tomorrow's work, a little absent-minded: "Just now he wanted to sit in your seat, and asked the waiter to take him away."

Yu Cheng slightly tightened his grip on the dinner knife, and the smile on his face grew colder.

He was only gone for ten minutes.

In just ten minutes, someone came to harass my brother.

Fu Yian took a bite and then remembered what he had just said.

Originally, Fu Yian didn't want Yu Cheng to know, so he quickly added, "It doesn't matter. The tableware and chairs have been replaced."

Yu Cheng didn't ask any more questions.

"Brother, the night view here is not as beautiful as Haicheng."

As he spoke, Fu Yi'an's attention was drawn to the window.

The night is colorful.

This world was not much different from the one he had lived in his previous life.

Fu Yian took a sip of the exquisite Italian soup, thought about it, and then spoke.

"Acheng, have you ever been to Italy?"