After Bai Yueguang came back, the substitute left

"It's really blocked." Old Wu glanced ahead, he was still far away from going out.

"Are you in a hurry to get off work?"

Fu Shiwen was in a good mood and asked one more question.

Old Wu was a little flattered, usually Fu Shiwen would rarely speak to him proactively, he carefully glanced at Fu Shiwen's expression in the rearview mirror, the boss seemed to be in a good mood today.

Is there anything good about it?

"There is no boss." These wage earners, how dare they say that they want to leave work in front of the boss.

"I'm in a hurry." Fu Shiwen said.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly. After all, the sweet and sour pork ribs are not tasty when they are cold.

Old Wu: ...It seems that the boss has shown it to me.

The raindrops slapped on the glass windows, converging into thin streams of water, and the sky gradually darkened.

Fu Shiwen looked at his phone, wondering if he should reply to Little Rabbit's traffic jam message.

At this moment, Bai Yue sent a photo.

When that photo appeared on the phone, Fu Shiwen's breath stopped.

"Brother Fu, take a look, he really looks exactly like An Cheng, I was shocked when I saw it."

The photo was taken secretly by Bai Yue, with dim light and low-quality picture quality.

There is a boy in white in the photo.

Fu Shiwen stared fixedly at the photo, holding the phone tightly with his slender fingers, as if he wanted to crush the phone.

It's him.

Yes, it's him

He is still alive.

The car was stuck in a half-pay, and finally passed the congested section.

Old Wu said, "Boss, I'll be home soon."

"Turn around and go to Jinyue Hotel." Fu Shiwen said in a deep voice.

Old Wu was a little puzzled, aren't you going home?Isn't the boss in a hurry?

Old Wu glanced in the rearview mirror, and was startled by the boss's low-pressure breath.

Is this what happened?

The boss's face was so solemn, Old Wu didn't dare to ask more questions, so he turned around at the intersection ahead.

...

The rain outside was getting louder and louder, crackling on the glass window, the clock on the wall was ticking, and the pointer was walking around.

Lin Yu fell asleep on the sofa.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Yu was awakened by the sound of the door opening, and then he heard a slap, and the sudden incandescent light dazzled him a little.

Fu Shiwen came in with a gloomy face and pulled his tie. His slender fingers untied his coat impatiently, and hung it on the sofa casually.

Lin Yu rubbed his eyes, the pointer on the wall had already pointed to one o'clock in the morning.

Lin Yu got up from the sofa.

"Sir, you're back, have you had dinner? If not, I'll heat it up for you?"

"The ribs I bought today are very fresh and taste good."

As always, enthusiastic like a dog waiting for its owner to come back.

However, today the owner of the dog is not in a good mood.

Fu Shiwen stopped in his tracks, and he looked at Lin Yu with great indifference.

Such eyes made Lin Yu feel very strange, and Lin Yu was at a loss, "Sir, did something happen?"

Fu Shiwen's dark eyes stared at Lin Yu for a few seconds before slowly closing his eyes, and then walked straight towards the bathroom with no expression on his face, and said in a cold tone, "No, I'm going to take a shower."

"Ok."

Lin Yu felt a little regretful. The pork ribs tasted really good tonight. I really want my husband to try it.

Soon, the sound of water splashing in the bathroom resounded.

You seem to be in a bad mood, sir. Is it something about the company?

Lin Yu was puzzled.

He picked up Fu Shiwen's coat that was on the sofa and hung it on the cloakroom. Suddenly, a faint scent burst into Lin Yu's nose.

The smell is very good, a bit like the smell of perfume, the scent of lemon mixed with cardamom, the fragrance is not greasy.

Lin Yu felt that the smell was a little familiar, as if he had smelled it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

After a while, Fu Shiwen came out of the shower with a snow-white towel hanging around his waist. He was in such a good shape that Lin Yu didn't dare to look directly at him.

Lin Yu couldn't help but blushed after just one glance, and said with lowered eyes, "Sir, let me blow your hair for you."

"En." Fu Shiwen responded lightly.

The husband's face was much calmer than when he just came back. Lin Yu picked up the hair dryer and dried his hair carefully.