After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Wen Yinuo, who was forced to sleep in indignation and was prepared to wake up the next day to settle the score with Fu Jincheng, had completely forgotten about the matter when he woke up.

He climbed out of bed in a daze, with his eyes half open, and was given a good morning kiss by Fu Jincheng.

It was almost an hour after he woke up and got up from bed.

In the study, Wen Yinuo was wearing a hooded bunny pajamas, leisurely curled up on the lazy sofa by the window, rubbing Meow Meow with his left hand, and flipping through the freshman professional course textbooks borrowed from his alma mater where he had enrolled but took a leave of absence with his right hand.

In the front left, Fu Jincheng was sitting at his desk in a suit and tie, seemingly processing documents, but in fact he would sneak a peek at Wen Yinuo every less than a minute.

The more he looked, the more puzzled he became.

It was clearly Xiaobao who was secretly peeking at him before, how come the situation has suddenly reversed now?

This is only the first day of their official relationship. Could it be that Wen Yinuo is tired of him?

No, absolutely not.

After failing to attract Wen Yinuo's attention for the seventeenth time, Fu Jincheng threw down his computer, ran to Wen Yinuo in two steps, squatted down, and looked up at Wen Yinuo pitifully.

"You've ignored me for thirty-seven minutes." Fu Jincheng complained, "Don't you like me anymore?"

Wen Yinuo: ...

Who, last night, in such a romantic atmosphere, righteously told him to go to bed?

Now you feel embarrassed and feel that you have been ignored.

Facing Wen Yinuo's accusing gaze, Fu Jincheng felt even more aggrieved:

"Xiaobao, can you please take care of me?"

Wen Yinuo rubbed Fu Jincheng's hair several times using the same technique as rubbing a rabbit:

"Be good, Dabao, go and work hard."

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

He finally understood that every time Fu Jincheng got into trouble when they were young, when Wen Jian settled the score, it was always a lot of noise but little action.

Just like now, he had clearly said the rejection, but seeing Fu Jincheng still looking aggrieved with his non-existent ears drooping, not only could he not say the words to ask him to go to work for the second time, he also had to slap himself in the face.

"Brother, come here." Wen Yinuo put down the book in his hand and stretched out his hands to Fu Jincheng, "Come and hug me."

Mr. Fu, who had high blood pressure caused by his employees early in the morning, snuggled in his lover's arms and recovered quickly.

This is not enough.

Fu Dabao has mastered the skill of pole climbing since he was a child, and no one can compare to him.

"Just one hug?"

Wen Yinuo thought silently for two seconds: "Then kiss again?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the breath was snatched away from his lips.

This kiss was completely different from the one he had secretly kissed Fu Jincheng the night before.

Beyond love and desire, what is brought along is not tenderness, but a strong desire for possessiveness.

The personality Fu Jincheng displayed in front of him on a daily basis was completely different.

There was a slight pain between his lips, and Wen Yinuo half opened his eyes, falling into Fu Jincheng's eyes that were completely filled with desire.

The boy was distracted for just a moment before his teeth were pried open.

The tongue that did not belong to him invaded his mouth and gently swept across his palate, causing Wen Yinuo to lose his strength in an instant.

She fell limp in Fu Jincheng's arms, letting him do whatever he wanted.

A breeze rushed into the study through the half-open window, lifting the gauze curtains.

The veil fell, vaguely covering the kissing couple leaning against the window.

Miaomiao squeezed out with great effort, jumped from the sofa to the ground, hopped to another corner, squatted down and continued to sleep.

After the kiss that was enough to recharge him, Wen Yinuo's eyes were misty and moist.

Fu Jincheng was in such a good mood that fireworks were about to explode.

He kissed the boy's eye and said in a hoarse voice:

"Xiaobao, practice your lung strength. Kiss us longer next time."

Wen Yinuo glared at him in embarrassment and turned around with the sofa, facing away.

*

Anton felt that his boss was crazy.

When faced with a pile of documents and plans that were returned in the early morning, only one sentence lingered in Anton's mind:

He and his colleagues will not live long.

Nothing good will happen during this afternoon’s video conference!

There is a high probability that they will all be thrown into a desolate place.

Unexpectedly, during the afternoon video conference, Fu Jincheng not only did not mention the annoying pile of documents in the morning, but he even suddenly laughed during the meeting.

Should he be kept and executed in the autumn?

No, no, a short pain is worse than a long one.

The tone of voice has been like a knife hanging over one's head, not knowing when it will fall, so it is better to take the initiative.

As the meeting was about to end, Anton hurriedly reminded:

"Boss...Mr. Fu, what do we do with the documents and plans that were returned this morning?"

Other senior executives at the meeting: …

You're crazy! Isn't it good to be alive?

Fu Jincheng: "Give it back to me after you have revised it."

"What else do you want to do?"

The top management breathed a sigh of relief.

Anton continued to ask: "What about that person? Do we need to deal with him?"

Other senior executives: …

The law does not punish the group as a whole, so it's okay for them to kill Anton together, right?

Fu Jincheng's tactical retreat:

"Are you in company?"

Anton nodded.

Fu Jincheng said coldly: "If you don't want to live, I suggest you leave the company and find a bridge to jump off."

"Meeting dismissed."

The top leaders seemed to be pardoned and all ran away in less than a second.

Only Anton was left.

Without outsiders, Anton would be even more likely to commit suicide.

"Boss, I'd like to ask you a question."

"Did you take the wrong medicine today?"

Fu Jincheng didn't care at all what Anton asked.

He smiled with great pride, like a fool who could be swindled out of two hundred dollars:

"How do you know that Xiaobao and I are together?"

Anton: "...Don't you guys always live together?"

There's nothing to brag about.

"It's not about living together." Fu Jincheng exuded the pride of a male who had successfully courted a mate, "It's about being together."

Anton: "Oh I know...wait, what?!"

"'Together', do you mean together as I think?"

Fu Jincheng nodded: "Of course."

Anton was petrified with shock.

No, his eldest brother is such a coward that he doesn’t even dare to express his feelings, let alone hint.

In the end, he actually caught up with the person!

He doesn't believe it, he absolutely doesn't believe it.

It must be fake!

"Boss, please find some time to go to the psychiatric department and make an appointment, seriously." Anton said earnestly, "I know that secret love is hard."

"But no matter how hard it is, you can't lie to yourself!"

Fu Jincheng: "You don't believe it?"

Anton tried his best to express it in euphemistic language:

“It’s not a question of trust.”

It's simply a fact.

Anyway, he has never seen anyone who can really win the heart of his or her lover through pure secret love.

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Dabao: I don’t mean anything else, just seducing you

Xiaobao: Quickly take the bait