Chapter 83 It Can Only Be Mine

After blowing his hair dry, Fu Yian lowered his head and sniffed his collar.

“Is the smoke strong?”

He himself couldn't smell it, only the faint scent of Yu Cheng shampoo could be smelled at the tip of his nose.

Yu Cheng lowered his eyes and watched Fu Yian's every move. He always felt that something seemed to have changed about him.

I can't tell what the change is, but it doesn't feel bad.

Yu Cheng suddenly bent down and kissed Fu Yi'an's lips without warning, forcefully seizing Fu Yi'an's breath and infusing it with his own scent.

Fu Yian's pupils shrank, and he raised his hand but didn't push him.

After a moment, Yu Cheng grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms with a smile on his lips.

"Brother, this little bit of strength seems to be more like a willingness to resist."

A layer of oxygen-deprived pink appeared on Fu Yian's fair cheeks. His light-colored eyes were watery as he stared at Yu Cheng with gritted teeth.

His lips were hot and itchy, and Fu Yian felt a little angry and embarrassed when he heard Yu Cheng's teasing.

But in the end, he was not killed.

But a voice in my heart became increasingly clear.

It seemed like he was really finished.

After facing up to the relationship between him and Yu Cheng, Fu Yian realized that after being forcefully kissed by Yu Cheng, all he felt in his mind was annoyance, shame, and even confusion.

There was no resistance.

He always thought that his love for Yu Cheng was greater than what he did, and that he himself still could not accept men.

But now all kinds of realities have shown that his tolerance for Yu Cheng is completely unlike what should exist between brothers.

Fu Yian closed his eyes and said harshly, "Shut up!"

Yu Cheng raised his fingers and touched Fu Yi'an's ears, which were red enough to bleed, and his low, hoarse voice was filled with pleasure.

"If my brother kisses me, I'll shut up."

Fu Yian didn't even look at him and turned and left the room.

Yu Cheng hurriedly chased after him and apologized quietly: "Brother, I was wrong."

"Brother, I apologize to you, okay?"

The two of them walked out of the suite one after the other. Jiao Xian, who followed behind, pushed his glasses and turned to look at Yan Qi.

"I guess this is the first time you've seen such a lively aura from Mr. Fu."

Yan Qi remained silent.

Jiao Xian was right. Although he never agreed with President Fu and Yu Cheng being together, he had to admit that since he had been with President Fu, President Fu would only show some humanity when Yu Cheng was around.

Jiao Xian waved his hands: "If the boss is in a good mood, shouldn't we, as subordinates, be happy too? Why should we stop him?"

Yan Qi glared at him, ignored him, and followed the two people in front of him out of the room.

Jiao Xian rolled his eyes and threw his hands together helplessly.

"As expected of Mr. Fu's subordinate, you are still as rigid and adorable as ever."

*

Fu Yian did not return to the banquet. After saying hello to Cheng Fan, he went straight home.

After getting in the car, Yu Cheng sat beside him pitifully, looking at him with resentment from time to time, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Fu Yian processed all the documents in the mailbox before turning to look at Yu Cheng: "What are you aggrieved about?"

"I've let you kiss me, and I've helped you vent your anger, but you're still not satisfied?"

Yu Cheng pressed on, "Brother has never taken the initiative before..."

Fu Yian clenched his fists and resisted the urge to slap him.

The driver sitting in the front had a tense face and wished he would lose his hearing on the spot.

No wonder the Fu family has not figured out why President Fu cares so much about an outsider for so long.

It turns out that these two have such a relationship...

If Yu Cheng will marry into the Fu family sooner or later, then it seems reasonable for Mr. Fu to clean up some of the mess for him? ?

If he could drive without being distracted, he would have wanted to report this matter to the Fu family's driver group immediately.

Alas! They are so slow.

They must be reminded that Yu Cheng will become Mrs. Fu sooner or later, and they must not provoke the other future owner of the Fu family!

Fu Yian didn't know what the driver was thinking about. He ignored Yu Cheng's expectant gaze and turned his head to look out the window. The night scene was prosperous.

He just wanted to think seriously.

Should he take the initiative?

He did not resist Yu Cheng's kisses and touches, probably because he was used to Yu Cheng's clinginess since he was a child.

When he was a child, Yu Cheng would also cling to him and hold him to sleep.

He thought that the reason why he did not resist Yu Cheng might be because of habit?

After all, nonresistance and initiative are two completely different things.

Fu Yi'an's mind went blank. When he thought about how he had pressed Yu Cheng against the wall and kissed him, goose bumps suddenly appeared on his arms.

impossible.

Not saying no is his limit.

The street lights shone through the car window into Fu Yian's eyes, illuminating the loneliness hidden under his thoughts.

Anyway, he and Yu Cheng are not from the same world.

After a moment's silence, Fu Yian put these inexplicably pretentious words out of his mind, and suddenly felt warmth on the back of his hand on his leg.

I don't know when Yu Cheng came over.

He pinched Fu Yi'an's white and soft fingertips, his dark eyes gloomy and stubborn: "Brother can only be with me."

No matter whether Fu Yi'an will fall in love with him or even hate him.

Yu Cheng would not give Fu Yian another choice.

It would be best if my brother could fall in love with him.

If he couldn't fall in love, he would force his brother to say he loved him.

Fu Yian must always be by his side.

*

After returning home, Yu Cheng went to the study to work.

Fu Yian thought about it, changed his clothes and went to the kitchen to prepare some food.

Neither of them ate anything at the banquet, but they drank some wine. It is not good for the body to go to bed without eating.

The eating routine of three meals a day is almost engraved in Fu Yian's mind.

He picked up a new apron hanging in the kitchen; the fluttering fabric felt a little fragile.

Fu Yian tugged at the lace on her apron curiously, and there were several belts that she didn't know how to tie.

Usually, it was Yu Cheng who cooked, and he seldom came to the kitchen. He didn't know what Yu Cheng's hobby was, and he even wanted to buy him an apron that was full of girlishness.

Fu Yian looked around again and didn't find any other aprons.

The apron he asked his assistant to buy had been thrown away somewhere by Yu Cheng.

Although the apron was a little small, it was better than nothing, so Fu Yian put it on.

The pink apron is tightly wrapped over the white shirt, revealing Fu Yian's broad shoulders and narrow waist that were trained through years of exercise, looking abstinent and sentimental.

Fu Yian couldn't see it himself, and although he found it a little strange, he didn't think much about it.

He opened the refrigerator, scanned the ingredients at a glance, took out everything that could be used, and put them in the sink to wash and set aside.

*

Yu Cheng returned to his study and held two consecutive meetings. After confirming once again that what happened tonight would not cause any mistakes that would affect the Fu family, he remembered what he had instructed his subordinates to do in the afternoon.

The courier should have brought it back.

I hope my brother will like it.

There was an unclear thought in Yu Cheng's eyes.

I don’t know if it was his illusion, but tonight, after he asked his brother that question, his brother’s attitude towards him changed.

Although his brother did not respond to him, his emotions seemed to be more exposed in front of him, and he was no longer as cold as before.

It's more like... giving up after being unable to resist?

A dark light flashed across Yu Cheng's eyes.

He always knew that he wanted to possess Fu Yian completely.

He hoped that Fu Yi'an had the same intention towards him, so he kept going deeper and testing him.

He kept finding that his brother would always give in step by step and reset his bottom line when facing him.

From sleeping together to touching each other.

My brother always tolerates him.

Even today, even after hearing him say such betrayal, I still stood in front of him again.

This made Yu Cheng more excited. If he was a little bolder, what would his brother do when he could no longer tolerate him?

Yu Cheng glanced at the wallpaper on the computer. A refined and noble young man was standing on the balcony, lowering his head and sniffing a branch of pure white jasmine in his hand.

The warm yellow sunlight of the afternoon fell on him, melting some of the coldness around him.

The long drooping eyelashes are gentle.

Yu Cheng's fingertips stroked the screen, as if traveling through time, and he touched the person he didn't dare to touch when he took this photo.

"elder brother……"

It can only be mine.