Chapter 47 Lover

After Yu Cheng left, Huo Ji stood there with a sullen face.

He took out his cell phone and called his assistant who stayed in the country.

After the call was connected, Huo Ji asked him bluntly: "Who did you ask about Fu Yi'an's schedule?"

The assistant was puzzled as to why Huo Ji sounded so angry, and said cautiously, "Isn't that wrong? I asked Mr. Fu's former secretary about the daughter of the chairman of Tianyuan Group."

Mr. Fu’s information is the most difficult to obtain among these CEOs.

Mr. Fu doesn't go to clubs, doesn't have any entertainment, and the assistants around him keep their mouths shut. He even often goes on sudden business trips.

He put a lot of effort into getting the information. If he hadn't met Meng Qingqing this time, he would have failed like before.

Huo Ji could make him run so fast just one word.

Huo Ji was upset and said, "Don't ask her next time. That woman is too stupid."

The assistant quickly responded.

He had no chance to find out, as Meng Qingqing had complained to him last time that she no longer worked for Mr. Fu.

He doesn't know where to ask next time.

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After Yu Cheng had lunch and rested with Fu Yian, they went to the beach in the afternoon.

Fu Yian changed into a pair of shorts and wore a short-sleeved shirt with the collar half open.

It is very different from the previous serious and orderly appearance.

Looks casual and carefree.

The calves that had not seen the sun for years were white and straight. The sea water had submerged the ankles, and through the light one could see the white insteps of the feet with obvious veins beneath the water. The round toes stepped on the beach and sank a little, leaving only the red knuckles exposed.

The sea breeze blew past, lifting up the strands of hair on Fu Yian's forehead.

Her light-colored eyes glowed golden in the sunlight.

The collar of his shirt was blown open, revealing a large area of ​​smooth, white chest.

There were not many people on the beach, and they were just watching in groups of two or three, far away from them.

There were a few people playing volleyball in the distance.

Apart from that, it was deserted. The small shops around the beach were all open, and it was very quiet with the sun shining down.

This is a famous scenic spot, but there were not many people here probably because it was a weekday afternoon.

Fu Yian didn't think much about it.

He turned around, his cold eyes covered with soft sunlight, and looked at Yu Cheng who was walking slowly behind him.

"Acheng."

Yu Cheng stopped.

He looked intently at Fu Yian who was bathed in the warm yellow sunlight.

He is so gentle and pure, as if he does not belong to this world at all.

Fu Yian saw Yu Cheng standing still, so he walked towards him until there was only one step between them.

Yu Cheng looked into Fu Yian’s eyes.

Those clear amber eyes were still indifferent and pure.

It was so clean that not even a single person could be seen.

Without him.

Fu Yian never had him in his eyes.

Just like he was not in Fu Yian's future plans, even if he was standing in front of Fu Yian now, he was still not taken seriously.

This feeling made Yu Cheng almost unable to suppress the rage roaring in his heart.

As soon as Fu Yian walked over, he found that Yu Cheng, who had been very normal just now, was angry again for some unknown reason.

He raised his hand hesitantly and touched Yu Cheng's head.

"Why aren't you moving?"

Yu Cheng's violent temperament stopped and he stared into Fu Yian's eyes.

It doesn’t matter, my brother just hasn’t figured it out yet.

He has always been the most important person to his brother.

Yu Chengping calmed down, held Fu Yian's hand and rubbed it against his face.

Fu Yian's eyelashes trembled.

So cute.

Like a puppy begging to be petted.

He controlled his hand that wanted to pinch, and reservedly rubbed his soft cheek with his palm as Yu Cheng moved.

Yu Cheng kissed Fu Yian’s palm.

His movements were natural and left no trace, and he let go of Fu Yian's hand before he could react.

Fu Yian only felt something soft rubbing against the palm of his hand, and before he had time to think, a volleyball rolled at his feet.

A voice with an accent came from far away.

"Hey, bro, help me throw the ball!"

Fu Yian let go of the strange feeling in his palm, bent down, picked up the ball and threw it towards the volleyball net.

He caught the ball accurately and said thank you.

Fu Yian and Yu Cheng walked to a pavilion nearby and sat down to watch them play ball.

They looked like a group of friends who played together often and cooperated well with each other.

Fu Yian watched for a moment, and the person who had just asked him to pick up the ball went off the court to rest.

He walked to the side, picked up the cup of water, drank it in one gulp, and walked in front of the two people with a smile.

"Hey, do you want to play with me?"

The other party spoke English with an accent and seemed to be a local in Italy.

Fu Yian politely declined.

He couldn't bear the volleyball hitting his clothes with sand.

"Thank you, but no."

The man did not force it and simply sat down on the other side of the table and watched the game with them.

He was a cheerful white man, chatting with Fu Yi'an while watching.

"My name is Field, and I live in the town across from the beach. Are you here for tourism?"

Fu Yian originally only planned to take a walk by the beach. He was not used to chatting with people, so he just said, "Yes."

Field didn't mind his indifference. He looked at Yu Cheng, who was sitting next to Fu Yi'an, curiously: "Are you together? Are you a couple?"

Fu Yian paused, frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.

"No, he is my brother."

Yu Cheng was sitting on the side. He lowered his eyes when he heard the words and held Fu Yian's hand on his leg.

No words.

Field quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, there are always many lovers coming here to travel."

He pointed to the town in the distance and said, "People who live here are all lovers."

Fu Yian didn't mind. People abroad are very open-minded. It was enough for him to know that he and Yu Cheng didn't have that kind of relationship.

He turned his gaze toward the volleyball court.

The sea breeze blew by, and the only conspicuous man on the field who was wearing long sleeves raised his hand and wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve.

Seeing the silver metal arm under the long sleeves, Fu Yian was slightly startled.

Field also noticed Fu Yi'an's gaze.

His eyes were full of pride as he introduced her to Fu Yi'an: "That's my love, Lal."

Fu Yian looked at Field.

When Field mentioned Lal, his eyes lit up.

"He's a very strong man and it just happened to him by accident."

Field was a little frustrated: "His arm became like that in order to save me."

"He is a person who cares a lot about his appearance. Even though I kept encouraging him, he never wore short-sleeved shirts again."

Fu Yian's lips moved.

After hearing Field say that the man was his lover, he subconsciously wanted to get up and leave.

In Fu Yi'an's impression, this group has always represented chaos and filth.

Although he didn't discriminate, he didn't want to get close to her at all.

But after hearing Field's words, Fu Yian still did not stand up.

There was a hint of loneliness in Field's eyes.

"He and I were both unwanted children. We grew up relying on each other."

"I always think, if only I had been the one hurt by the robbers that day."

Fu Yian pursed his lips.

My hand was suddenly grabbed.

He looked at Yu Cheng who had been silent, and then looked away.

If Yu Cheng gets hurt one day, he will still stand in front of Yu Cheng.