Chapter 44 Art Exhibition

Even after breakfast, the tips of Fu Yian's ears were still blood red.

He subconsciously wanted to look at some documents to calm himself down, but after taking out his cell phone, he remembered that he was currently accompanying Yu Cheng for fun.

If you keep looking at your phone, you will definitely be disappointed.

Fu Yian put his phone away again.

He rarely has such a completely empty time.

Even in the past, when we were in the car, various news and new systems introduced from above would be played all the time.

Fu Yian felt at a loss as he suddenly had some free time.

He was not used to wasting time in a daze, so he subconsciously focused his attention on Yu Cheng.

After breakfast, Yu Cheng was talking to the housekeeper on the other side of the living room.

It seems like he is planning tonight's dinner.

Fu Yian vaguely heard a few words.

"...bathroom...cleaning..."

He jerked his head to one side.

A pool of messy water, and you just let others clean it up?

Doesn't everyone know what they did in there?

Fu Yian suddenly felt a little uneasy.

After Yu Cheng finished explaining, he turned around and found Fu Yian looking a little embarrassed.

He raised his eyebrows, walked to Fu Yian, and motioned him to look at the back of the busy housekeeper.

"Brother, these are all normal things."

“They don’t say anything.”

The butler was already old, with gray hair and beard.

But he was obviously a cheerful foreigner. He bowed politely to Fu Yi'an and said something in English.

Fu Yian didn't understand.

His knowledge of Italian is limited to daily greetings.

Moreover, with his status, not only would he bring his own translator when he goes out, but his partners would also considerately bring a Chinese translator.

Yu Cheng explained softly: "He was saying that we have a really good relationship."

In fact, it means that they are really in love.

Fu Yian was skeptical: "Do you know Italian?"

Yu Cheng nodded: "I took Italian and Latin as electives in school."

Fu Yian didn't ask any more questions.

He looked at Yu Cheng again, obviously waiting for his next arrangement.

The young man with delicate features raised his head slightly, and in his light-colored pupils there was only the reflection of Yu Cheng.

The trust in his eyes almost drowned Yu Cheng.

Like a beautiful cat, it raises its chin and waits for the servant to serve it.

Yu Cheng suppressed his restlessness and carefully tidied Fu Yian's clothes.

"There is a very famous palace here. There happens to be an art exhibition today. How about you go with me to see it?"

Fu Yian usually wouldn't dampen Yu Cheng's interest, so after hearing what he said, he agreed directly.

"go."

*

Even in summer, the climate here is not hot, it is a very pleasant Mediterranean climate.

When driving on the road, you can look out the window and see the vast sea on the other side.

Fu Yian looked at the driver and said casually, "Are the housekeeping services here so complete? There are even drivers?"

Yu Cheng smiled and said calmly, "Both. Maybe foreigners pay more attention to these details."

Fu Yian nodded.

Indeed, people who have stable jobs abroad almost all love their jobs.

If there is enough capital, the business will be expanded.

Fu Yian is too busy every year and has hardly ever been to Italy. The Fu family has also developed more in France and Germany.

He tilted his head and looked at the vast sea with a relaxed look.

When Yu Cheng takes over Fu's, he will be able to be as relaxed as he is now.

Yu Cheng, who had no idea what Fu Yi'an was thinking, curled his lips slightly and took the person beside him completely into his eyes.

Only when he is with him can he feel most relaxed.

There were no other women and no annoying men.

There were only two of them.

If only it could be like this forever.

When will my brother accept him?

However, now that he had done that, his brother did not hate him. Did it mean that his brother had actually accepted him in his heart a long time ago, but he himself had not realized it yet?

Yu Cheng closed his eyes in thought.

*

We drove across the large lawn in front of the Capodimonte Palace and parked the car in an empty space on the side of the palace.

Fu Yian got off the car and looked around. There were very few pedestrians and only a few workers who were in a hurry.

Yu Cheng held Fu Yian's wrist and walked into the former site of the royal palace under the guidance of the staff.

The first thing you see is the luxurious ceiling in white and gold. Inside the bright and spacious palace, the huge reliefs and murals are shocking.

The white marble steps are magnificent and the palace is empty and majestic.

Fu Yian carefully observed the murals and reliefs on the wall, marveling at this once glorious yet desolate site of a dynasty.

Yu Cheng stared at Fu Yian's back.

Perhaps he was not an elegant person and could not appreciate the huge and majestic palace at all.

In his eyes, nothing was more important than the person in front of him wearing a simple white shirt.

This palace, which took nearly a century to complete, has now become a museum that attracts tourists.

Especially many women like to come here to take pictures.

Yu Cheng chose a closing day.

My brother was content to just take a look at these dead things, but he would not allow anyone else to disrupt his plans.

It was still early when they came out. It was just past ten o'clock, and the whole palace was unusually bright under the sunlight.

Fu Yi'an walked up the stone steps, looked at the dilapidated throne, and then reached the area on the other side which was specially used for exhibitions.

There are not many exhibits in this palace itself, and there are many empty rooms. Fu Yian followed Yu Cheng into a side hall specially used for exhibiting paintings.

The huge oil paintings mounted on the walls are bright in color and open in content.

The unique style of 17th century Europe made Fu Yian stunned for a moment when he suddenly saw these paintings.

He calmly withdrew his gaze and looked at the oil painting hanging on the wall.

The flowing robe outlines the curves of the human body.

Fu Yian watched these paintings in silence.

With so many paintings, it's hard to find any that show people dressed neatly.

The people in the painting move freely and are full of emotions, but they are a little too open.

Naked men and women, men and men, women and women...

Fu Yian coughed lightly and turned to look at Yu Cheng: "Where are we going for lunch?"

When people are embarrassed, they always say something polite for no reason.

Although he himself does not accept homosexuality, he still respects this circle.

Besides, these are all left over from historical development, and Fu Yian doesn't think there is anything wrong with them.

It's just that he doesn't really like this kind of open...um, environment.

Yu Cheng lowered his head and saw the resistance in Fu Yian's eyes, and he realized that this was his brother's limit.

He felt a chill in his heart. He had never expected that Fu Yi'an would find it so difficult to accept an unusual relationship.

He lowered his voice and whispered in Fu Yi'an's ear: "Brother, don't you like this place?"

Fu Yian thought for a moment and said, "It's OK, but they clearly want to develop the tourism industry here, but they haven't thoroughly cleaned up the environment..."

Yu Cheng put his finger on Fu Yian’s mouth.

"Okay brother."

Fu Yian looked at Yu Cheng apologetically.

He really just has an occupational disease.