Chapter 49 How to Wear My Clothes

The next morning, Fu Yian expressionlessly tore away the hands that were wrapped around his chest and got out of bed.

Yu Cheng, who was lying on the bed, trembled his closed eyes and chuckled.

Fu Yian's body stiffened, then he forced himself to calm down, pretended not to hear, and ran into the bathroom.

Yu Cheng seemed somewhat satisfied, and he didn't make any more complaints this morning.

After breakfast, Fu Yian was called into Yu Cheng's car.

They are preparing to return to Milan.

Before leaving, Fu Yian turned around and looked at the two rows of maids standing in front of the manor gate.

I don’t know if it was his illusion, but these maids didn’t look like houseworkers at all. They looked more like well-trained killers.

Fu Yian shook off the outrageous thoughts in his mind.

The woman with the scar on her neck whom he had seen on his first day here was gone.

Fu Yian was not sure whether she was the character in the plot, so he could only ask Yan Qi to focus on finding out what was happening in Britain.

*

It was almost afternoon when we arrived in Milan.

Before Fu Yian had the chance to meet his assistant, Yu Cheng dragged him to take a walk on the streets of Milan.

The weather is nice and the sky is blue.

Walking along the streets lined with Gothic-style buildings and looking up to see the sky with white clouds is a lifestyle that Fu Yi'an has never experienced.

The wealthy areas abroad have been well maintained. Fu Yian used to see homeless people occasionally when he was on business trips, but this time when he was following Yu Cheng, it seemed that there were even fewer tourists around.

Yu Cheng brought a camera.

Sometimes I would lag behind Fu Yian by a few steps to take pictures of him.

Fu Yian was not comfortable standing in front of the camera. The only sign of this was that his face became increasingly tense and he looked very cold.

There was clearly no expression on his face, and all the photos showed the same look, yet Yu Cheng was having a lot of fun taking the photos.

It was not until Fu Yian took the camera and saw that it was full of his headshots that he could no longer bear it and slapped Yu Cheng.

Yu Cheng felt wronged.

Anyway, when he was taking the photo, he was in no mood to look at anything other than Fu Yian's face.

Fu Yian was helpless. He walked to the side of the road, talked to passers-by, and asked them to take a photo of him and Yu Cheng.

The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder under the magnificent Baroque church. Yu Cheng put his arms around Fu Yian's waist and looked down at him.

The superior appearance brightens up the whole picture.

After thanking the passers-by, Fu Yi'an looked at the photos and handed the camera to Yu Cheng.

They didn't stay outside for long and soon returned to the hotel, and Fu Yian went to a busy meeting.

*

Fu Yian stayed in Milan for nearly a week, and spent most of his time visiting various tourist attractions with Yu Cheng.

My camera is almost full of photos.

Fu Yian didn't understand what the difference was between Yu Cheng taking so many close-up photos, and he couldn't see the scene behind him.

After meeting with Mrs. Harriet again to confirm the cooperation process, Fu Yian brought Yu Cheng back to China.

He glanced at Yu Cheng who followed him all the time, wondering where he got so much time.

Every time he finished his work, Yu Cheng would appear in the study on time.

Either urge him to eat or urge him to go to bed.

Yu Cheng also owns two companies, and he seems to have never seen Yu Cheng work seriously.

However, the performance of those two companies has been good.

Fu Yian had doubts in his heart, but soon he felt that it was the halo of the protagonist.

After returning to China, Fu Yian returned to his previous job.

After playing with Yu Cheng for so long, Fu Yian still felt a little lazy when he suddenly returned to the office.

Fu Yian had never experienced this kind of situation before.

Therefore, he wanted Yu Cheng to take over Fu's business as soon as possible.

However, Yu Cheng's company had just started in Haicheng, so after I came back, I could only see him at mealtime. Most of the time, he would eat in a hurry and leave in a hurry.

Looking at the busy Yu Cheng, he softened his heart again and was reluctant to put more pressure on Yu Cheng.

*

There have not been any major changes in the domestic company, and Fu Yi'an now has a much less workload.

He focused more of his energy on the branch companies outside Haicheng, and there was still no major news about the Yu family in Hongcheng that he had investigated.

After so long, only one piece of news came: the new person in power is very young.

But that's the same as no news.

Yu Chongan has so many grandchildren, which one of them is not young?

And in Hong Kong City, only the Yu family branch remains.

It is called a branch, but in fact it is a force composed of the illegitimate children of the Yu family over the generations, and the center of gravity has long been gone.

After Yu Yan died, Yu Chongan immigrated to Vancouver. If he wanted to find out more information, he would have to go to Canada.

But Yu Cheng stuck to him all the time, and Fu Yian didn't have time to go there in person, so he could only ask people in Los Angeles to help find out.

Fu Yian put down a pile of information and rubbed his brows.

He always wondered if he had overlooked something.

The phone on the table vibrated.

Fu Yian picked it up and originally thought it was a message from Yu Cheng, but instead he saw Fu Yishao's name.

He suddenly remembered that Fu Yishao was on a business trip in Vancouver.

Fu Yian opened the message and was stunned when he saw Fu Yishao's words.

He was about to reply when the office door was suddenly pushed open.

The only person who came in without knocking was Yu Cheng.

Fu Yian turned off his phone subconsciously and looked towards the door.

Yu Cheng was wearing a white shirt today, with a gentle smile on his face, and had a kind of gentlemanly temperament.

Fu Yian was silent for a moment, "Why are you wearing my clothes?"

He was nearly eight centimeters shorter than Yu Cheng, and his shirts were tailor-made, so they were inevitably a little tight on Yu Cheng.

Especially his chest muscles. The clothes were tightly tied to his body, making him look inexplicably sad, which reminded Fu Yian of bad memories.

He hadn't noticed it when he went out this morning.

Yu Cheng blinked, as if he had just discovered it: "I took it this morning and put it on."

Fu Yian didn't believe his lies.

He contacted his personal assistant and ordered a few more sets of clothes for Yu Cheng.

Before, when Yu Cheng returned to China, he always dressed like a child. Fu Yian didn't care much about his clothes and left them all to his assistant.

Now that Yu Cheng has to manage the company, he naturally can't dress casually like before.

"When can you take measurements?"

Yu Cheng walked to Fu Yi'an and asked, "Brother, can you measure it for me?"

Fu Yian was still thinking about the message sent by Fu Yishao, and touched Yu Cheng's head absent-mindedly.

“There are professional tailors.”

"Brother, you know I don't like others touching me."

Yu Cheng whispered coquettishly.

Fu Yian met his eyes.

Her watery black eyes were full of dependence on him.

Ten seconds later, Fu Yi'an was defeated.

"Wait for the tailor to come and instruct me to measure you."

Yu Cheng pushed further: "Then I want to wear the same style as my brother."

Fu Yian's clothes were all basic styles, and he didn't understand what was so good about them.

He had seen Yu Cheng's wardrobe before, and there were many styles.

"Didn't you say I was old-fashioned before?"

Yu Cheng paused, the corners of his lips raised.

"Now I like the same things as my brother."

Fu Yi'an let him go, Yu Cheng always had his way.

After contacting his assistant, he looked at the message from Fu Yishao.

Before he could reply, Yu Cheng took him away for dinner.