Chapter 90: Holding Yu Cheng’s Hand

In the quiet office, Yu Cheng's left arm was red. He sat obediently on the chair next to Fu Yian's desk, looking very obedient.

Fu Yian rubbed his wrist. The blush on his face had not completely faded, but the anger and shame between his brows had dissipated a lot.

As expected, Yu Cheng still needs to be taught a lesson.

He will become obedient after being hit once.

"You're not allowed to say these things in the office."

Fu Yian gave Yu Cheng the rules in a cold voice.

Yu Cheng blinked his clean black eyes: "Can we do it directly?"

His eyes fell on Fu Yian's spacious desk, his eyes flashed, and his thoughts drifted away.

Even in summer, it was a bit cold to sit directly on the desk, but it didn’t matter, there was a two-meter blanket in the lounge…

Fu Yian couldn't bear it any longer, so he raised his hand and slapped Yu Cheng on the back again.

Her face is so beautiful that I can’t bear to fan it, so I can only fan the unimportant parts.

Yu Cheng staggered and quickly promised: "From now on, only talk about it at home and don't mention it anywhere else!"

His clean eyes blinked.

Anyway, my brother is so simple that he will be aroused by just a kiss, and he will have the final say on where to go.

Yu Cheng glanced at Fu Yian's neat and clean shirt and felt that he should put spare clothes in several places where he often stayed.

He didn't prepare the set because he thought his brother wouldn't like it.

Fu Yian thought that Yu Cheng was just being obedient, so he stopped being aggressive with him and sat down at his desk to look at the project documents that had been delivered today.

Signatures have been put under each document, and for the few that have not been approved, the inappropriate parts have been circled.

Just like Fu Yian’s attitude towards work in daily life, even the handwriting is exactly the same.

Fu Yian silently watched Yu Cheng imitate his handwriting: "When did you learn this?"

Yu Cheng looked at the documents, with a tenderness hidden in his eyes that he himself had not noticed: "When my brother signed my test papers and homework."

It was also at that time that Yu Cheng began to pay attention to his own handwriting.

He has many, many habits, all of which he learned from Fu Yian.

It was precisely because of these careful habits that he was able to stand out from the many heirs of the Yu family more easily.

Fu Yian didn't expect that Yu Cheng would imitate his handwriting at that time.

Having signed too many documents in his previous life, his handwriting had already been finalized and is not much different from now.

But for some reason, Fu Yian still felt the tips of his ears a little hot.

Fu Yian forced himself to calm down, and read the document approved by Yu Cheng again. After making sure there were no mistakes and even that some of his insights were very unique, he turned and went to the conference room.

"I'll go home after this meeting."

Yu Cheng looked at Fu Yian's back as he seemed to be running away, and smiled with his lips curved.

"So, brother, how will you get along with me tonight?"

*

Fu Yian is not a boss who deliberately procrastinates meetings.

He briefly reviewed the approved items and briefly explained the shortcomings of the items that were not approved, asked people to revise the plans, and ended the meeting within half an hour.

After getting out of work, Fu Yian looked at the people in the office and frowned, "Why don't you leave? Stay overnight?"

The subordinates didn't dare to look at Mr. Fu's ambiguous neck anymore and quickly packed up and left.

After everyone in the conference room left, the silent fourth uncle walked up to Fu Yi'an, lowered his voice and patted Fu Yi'an on the shoulder.

"Actually, it's not bad for you to be with him."

Fu Yian nodded faintly, but in his heart he had almost cursed Yu Chengxun dozens of times.

He just took a nap.

How come he is the only one in the entire Fu family who doesn’t know about his love affair?

This guy spreads gossip quickly.

Even though Fu Yian no longer wanted to face Yu Cheng alone, he still walked out of the conference room.

Yan Qi followed behind Fu Yian: "Young Master Fu has not returned since he was taken away by President Yu. I heard from President Yu that he has returned to the capital."

Fu Yian felt a headache when he thought of the extremely sharp words Fu Yishao sent him on WeChat.

It seems that Fu Yishao is right. He has rich emotional experience and many insights.

"Don't worry about him, let him go, and by the way, give the Jinshang contract to the Beijing side, and let Fu Yishao take care of it."

He really gave Fu Wenwei too little work.

Yan Qi paused, looked at Fu Yian's profile, and still didn't mention that Fu Yishao cried for help when he was sent away.

Jiao Xian is indeed right about one thing.

Mr. Fu is indeed happier and gets more rest when he is with Mr. Yu.

He had followed Fu Yi'an for so many years, and he knew very well what a good boss Fu Yi'an was.

He also hoped that Fu Yi'an would have an easier life.

Yan Qi responded and turned back to work.

Fu Yian stood in front of his office and prepared himself mentally for a long time before pushing open the door.

Yu Cheng sat in his office chair, tilted his head and spoke softly: "Brother, are you going home?"

*

Fu Yian, who originally didn't talk much, became even more silent at this moment.

After realizing his own feelings, Fu Yian felt indescribable awkwardness every time he was alone.

Even when they were interacting normally, Fu Yian couldn't help but get distracted.

The journey was too peaceful. The driver parked the car in the garage and left.

The back of his hand suddenly felt warm. Fu Yi'an shuddered and resisted the urge to pull his hand back, but Yu Cheng held it tightly.

"Brother is so stiff."

"It's time to get off the bus, brother."

The warm words fell on Fu Yian's ear, turning the entire ear pink.

Fu Yian endured the itching in his ears, raised his arm that was being held by Yu Cheng, and looked at Yu Cheng with an obvious look.

How to get off the car holding hands?

Yu Cheng pinched his soft fingertips before he was reluctant to let go. After Fu Yian got off the car, he immediately held the white and slender fingers in his hands again.

The man's palm was broad and warm, with an unnoticeable hint of warmth as it rubbed the back of Fu Yian's hand. There was an unspeakable ambiguity in the palm of his hand.

The distance from the parking lot to the elevator was only a few hundred meters, but Fu Yian felt like he had walked a century.

It was obvious that all the excessive things had already been done, but it was just such an innocent hand holding that made Fu Yian's cheeks turn a light pink.

This had happened many times before, but never had Fu Yian been as helpless as he was tonight.

Yu Cheng's hand movements were very light, and there was a tiny gap between their palms.

Unlike the previous time when he was restrained by Yu Cheng's fingers intertwined, this time, as long as Fu Yi'an wanted to, he could break free from Yu Cheng's hands without any effort.

Yu Cheng gave him the choice.

Such a stubborn person is willing to put the right of choice in his hands.

Fu Yian's fingertips trembled slightly.

She gently held Yu Cheng's hand back.