The next morning, Yuan Che got up on time, his expression was as usual, and there was not even a trace of hangover hangover on his face. After eating breakfast, Fang Ru didn't find anything wrong, and Yuan Che didn't ask what happened after he got drunk.
Fang Ru secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that he doesn't remember, luckily.
After tidying up the dishes, Fang Ru briskly walked into the kitchen. Just as he turned around, Yuan Che suddenly raised his head, staring straight at his back, probing and thinking.
Back in the study, Yuan Che turned on the computer and began to sort out the materials, but he still couldn't concentrate.
He lit a cigarette, thinking about the kiss at the club yesterday, the feeling of holding him, and the slack when he was drunk last night.
In fact, he was rarely drunk, and even when he was drunk, he would not let down his vigilance, and would even be more tense than usual. But after returning home last night, he allowed himself to get drunk for the first time. In his chaotic consciousness, although he couldn't remember many details, it didn't prevent him from making a certain judgment—Fang Ru's existence reassured him.
While thinking, there was a soft piano sound outside the door.
Yuan Che got up and went to the living room, leaning against the wall, quietly watching Fang Ru play the piano. This was the first time he heard Fang Ru playing the piano, his eyes were half closed, his expression was intoxicated, his soft hair fluttered gently with the music, and the warm sunlight shone on him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if coated with a golden layer. Light and shadow, like a dream.
Watching and listening, Yuan Che actually felt a hazy feeling of wanting to fall asleep.
He sat on the sofa and relaxed his body, sleepiness hit him in waves, but he didn't want to close his eyes, his eyes were always focused on that person.
After playing a song, Fang Ru turned to look at Yuan Che, and said with a smile, "Mr. Yuan, if you want to sleep, go to sleep. Anyway, today is the weekend. Take a little rest, and I will play some more comfortable music for you."
Yuan Che closed his eyes as he said, and the melodious piano sound sounded again.
While playing, Fang Ru looked at Yuan Che out of the corner of his eye. Sure enough, he was not as energetic as he appeared on the surface, and the fatigue caused by the hangover could only put a greater burden on the nerves through depression. Yuan Che is a workaholic. Even on holidays, he seldom rests. This kind of working state is more like venting his energy. The mental arousal caused by mania can leave him with active thinking, short sleep, and if he has nothing to do, he will become irritable and anxious.
He had difficulty stopping his thoughts on his own and was unable to get enough sleep. Therefore, as long as it is a method that can improve his sleep quality, Fang Ru wants to try it.
After playing for about half an hour, Fang Ru stopped and looked at Yuan Che leaning on the sofa with a relaxed expression and steady breathing, obviously falling asleep. This is a good sign, which means that music can soothe his emotions to a certain extent.
Fang Ru got up and went to the room to fetch a blanket, covered him lightly, left a note and went out.
There were not many ingredients in the refrigerator, so he had to go and buy some, and he also bought a few cans of sour plums by the way. I was a little startled by his disturbance last night, and I must always prepare it in the future.
Yuan Che woke up, the room was empty and silent. He rubbed his forehead and muttered to himself, "I actually fell asleep?"
Seeing the note on the coffee table, he casually took it over and glanced at it. go out? Yuan Che looked at the time, it was almost 11 o'clock, why didn't he come back
He stood up, the blanket that was covering his body slipped off slightly, he picked it up and flipped through it for a while, then carried it into the study.
At noon, Fang Ru cooked a sumptuous lunch. Yuan Che ate very happily, and even picked up a few chopsticks on vegetables that he usually hates.
After eating, drinking, and sleeping well, he was busy in the study all afternoon, sorting out the company's development plan and various project materials for the next few months, and his work efficiency was very high.
Drinking the milk tea and sour plums brought by Fang Ru, Yuan Che felt so relaxed and comfortable at work for the first time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
After nightfall, Yuan Che walked into the bathroom, and a few beautiful images inadvertently appeared in his mind. He looked at the bathtub, then at the wall, and vaguely remembered that he seemed to have kissed Fang Ru here? The dense moisture, wet clothes, fiery breath, soft lips, the touch of skin to skin... Yuan Che only felt his lower abdomen tighten, and his desire surged up.
He covered his mouth, his body was a little hot.
Damn it! Just thinking about it, he actually had a reaction.
Turning on the nozzle, Yuan Che rinsed himself hard with cold water.
That night, Yuan Che had an erotic dream. He pressed Fang Ru under his body, kissed, touched, entered, and was extremely lingering. Fang Ru's seductive look made a gasping moan, her legs clamped around his waist, and she swayed with him.
Opening his eyes suddenly, Yuan Che's lower body was as hard as iron, his desire was bursting, and his body was as hot as burning.
He rushed to the bathroom quickly, and walked out with a gloomy face after a long while.
Is it too long to relax? Yuan Che fidgeted with his hair.
Looking up at the door, Fang Ru's bedroom is opposite, and he should be sleeping soundly at the moment.
Yuan Che walked out of the room, came to Fang Ru's door, and slammed on the door: "Fang Ru, get up!"
Fang Ru was awakened by Yuan Che's knock on the door like a drum, and looked at the time in a daze, it was only 4 o'clock in the morning. He struggled to get out of bed, opened the door, looked at the guy outside the door who had lost his nerve in the middle of the night, and asked wonderingly, "Mr. Yuan, what's the matter?"
Yuan Che stared at his bleary-eyed appearance for a while, and said, "I'm hungry, get me something to eat."
"at this time?"
"That's right, it's this time."
Fang Ru asked resignedly, "What would Mr. Yuan want to eat?"
"Something that reduces fire."
Fang Ru walked into the kitchen, followed by Yuan Che.
"Mr. Yuan, go to the living room and have a meeting first, I'll be fine soon."
"You are busy with your work, I will stand here." Yuan Che leaned against the kitchen door with his arms crossed.
Fang Ru was speechless, it felt oppressive to stand beside such a big man.
Yuan Che looked at his busy back, and his eyes invaded him from the beginning to the end, the back of the neck, shoulders, back, waist, hips, thighs... His hips are very upturned, it should be quite tactile to the touch; his legs are slender, can be It wraps around his waist easily; compared to his size and his figure, it may not be easy to enter and needs to be lubricated, but the feeling of entering must be great, tight and ecstasy...
Yuan Che's eyes gradually became fiery, and his lower body began to move around.
At this time, Fang Ru said: "It's too late now, I just boiled a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and I'll make you a glass of pear juice later."
He stirred the pot with a spoon for a while, then scooped up half a bowl, and handed it to Yuan Che: "How about you taste it?"
Yuan Che took it and drank it in one gulp.
"Hey, it's very hot!" Fang Ru didn't have time to stop him, so he could only watch his face distorted by the heat.
"let me see."
Yuan Che stuck out his tongue, Fang Ru leaned forward to check it, then took out a few ice cubes from the refrigerator, held one and handed it to his mouth: "Come, hold it."
Yuan Che opened his mouth and held it without saying a word.
Fang Ru scolded: "Mr. Yuan, you are also the manager of a big company after all, why do you sometimes act like a child? You don't even know how to drink porridge well."
Yuan Che couldn't speak, so he could only express his protest with his eyes.
Fang Ru completely ignored it, and continued: "You will drink a glass of pear juice first, and then check if there are any bubbles in a few minutes."
Yuan Che followed Fang Ru to the living room step by step, watching him busy.
"The ice has melted." Yuan Che said suddenly.
"Sit down, and I'll look at your tongue again."
Yuan Che straddled the sofa, and Fang Ru sat between his legs, his whole body seemed to be half-wrapped by him.
"Fortunately, it's not very serious." Apart from some redness and swelling, there was no other abnormality in the tongue. Fang Ru felt relieved and said with a smile, "Your tongue is quite strong."
"Yeah, so it's very suitable for kissing." Yuan Che replied lightly.
Fang Ru teased: "Then your future girlfriend will be blessed."
"I think so too." Yuan Che nodded seriously, looked at him, and suddenly asked, "Do you want to try again?"
Fang Ru was taken aback, is this guy teasing him? Looking at the handsome face close at hand, he leaned back, waved his hands and said, "No need, Mr. Yuan, I'd better keep practicing with my girlfriend."
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Yuan Che narrowed his eyes, and his tone was a bit hostile.
"Not yet. But," Fang Ru smiled gently, "there will always be."
Yuan Che snorted coldly, leaned lazily on the sofa, and ordered: "I'm hungry, go and bring me the porridge."
Fang Ru hurriedly got up and went to the kitchen to serve porridge.
"It's already warmed up, so it shouldn't burn your tongue anymore."
Passing the porridge to his eyes, Yuan Che glanced at it and said, "Hey me."
"Ah?" Fang Ru was stunned, wondering if he was hallucinating
"Hey me." Yuan Che repeated, "I'm too tired from typing in the afternoon, my arms are sore, I don't want to move."
This reason is really far-fetched. Fang Ru was speechless.
"Hurry up." Yuan Che patted the sofa, dissatisfied, "Sit down, don't waste time, I have to sleep later."
Tolerate! Just treat him as a giant baby who needs to be fed. Fang Ru was doing self-hypnosis silently in his heart.
After being drunk the night before, Fang Ru deeply realized that there was an arrogant and stubborn second personality hidden in this guy's heart. Under normal circumstances, it's best to follow him, lest he turn into a fried lion, which will be difficult to deal with.
Feeding them spoon by spoon, Fang Ru didn't notice that the distance between the two was getting closer, and Yuan Che's forehead almost touched his hair.
"Fang Ru, will you stay by my side forever?" Yuan Che stared at him.
"Huh?" Fang Ru thought for a while, then smiled, "As long as Mr. Yuan doesn't dislike it..."
"I don't dislike it." Yuan Che affirmed, "So you can be my person with peace of mind in the future, and you don't have to think about other messy jobs."
He remembered that Fang Ru only signed a one-year contract, and he would draw up another life-long contract later. Even if they disagreed in the future, it didn't matter. However, this matter must be carried out in secret, and he cannot be known for the time being.
"Also, don't call me 'Mr. Yuan' anymore, just call me by my name."
Fang Ru hesitated for a while, and tentatively called out: "Yuan...Che?"
"Just call it like that." Yuan Che patted his head. He wanted to do this since the first time we met. Fang Ru's hair was soft and slightly fluffy, just like fox fur, and it felt good to the touch.
Fang Ru tilted his head, stood up and said, "It's getting late, so... Yuan Che should go to bed early?"
Yuan Che looked at his back with a satisfied look on his face.
"By the way." Yuan Che said to Fang Ru in the kitchen as if remembering something, "If there is any party in the future, you can go with me."
In the club before, with Fang Ru by his side, his anxiety was much less, and he even tolerated the closeness of others.
"Okay." Fang Ru's voice of agreement came from the kitchen.
Only then did Yuan Che walk back to the room with satisfaction. After washing, he hugged Fang Ru's blanket and fell asleep peacefully.
He hasn't really realized what his desire for Fang Ru represents, but subconsciously classifies him as his own domain and regards him as his own property. In this way, everything you want to do in the future is justified.