The ultimate teasing of a fishing beauty

When Xu Che hurried over with tea leaves and simple tea sets, he saw Fu Xiuyan and Xia Yang sitting face to face in the living room.

There were three cups of coffee in front of each of them. Xu Che looked puzzled.

Xia Yang was looking at Fu Xiuyan opposite him jokingly, and Fu Xiuyan looked a little guilty.

Quite a strange atmosphere.

"Mr. Fu, here are the tea sets and tea leaves you requested." Xu Che placed all the items in front of Fu Xiuyan in an orderly manner.

Fu Xiuyan hummed softly: "Pick these up."

Xu Che responded and started to organize.

"Tea tastes good too. I'll make some for you to try."

"I don't like tea."

"Don't like it or are you too lazy to soak?"

"......" As if he knew him very well.

"Drinking coffee all the time is bad for your health."

Fu Xiuyan's movements when brewing tea were very beautiful, his fingers were slender, and every move was elegant. Xia Yang felt that the tea brewed by such hands was very sweet just by watching.

Without waiting for Xia Yang's response, Fu Xiuyan looked up at him, only to see that he was staring intently at his hands as he was swinging the tea set.

A smile flashed across Fu Xiuyan's eyes: "If it tastes okay, I'll make it for you next time."

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Xu Che, who hadn't left for a long time, and said calmly, "Why? You want to stay for a drink too?"

"No...I dare not. I still have a lot of work to do." After saying that, he quickly took the coffee cup to the kitchen to rinse it and ran away.

Just kidding, even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to sit here and drink the tea made by the boss.

Especially the way he fawned over that young master...tsk tsk tsk tsk, it was simply unbearable to watch!

"Try it." Fu Xiuyan poured a small cup of brewed tea and placed it in front of Xia Yang.

"It's a beautiful cup." Xia picked it up and examined it carefully. The porcelain was finely textured, with a pure white glaze, as smooth and glossy as jade.

It turns out Fu Xiuyan also thought this set of cups was pretty good.

Until this moment, seeing Xia Yang holding it, I felt that this set was still too rough, not delicate enough, not white enough, and was many times worse than Xia Yang's hands.

"Be careful, it's hot." Fu Xiuyan warned.

Xia Yang took a sip and said critically, "It's too bland."

"It's late, it's not good to drink strong tea."

Xia Yang drank the rest of the drink, put the cup back, and frowned: "It has no taste."

Fu Xiuyan smiled faintly and said nothing, refilling Xia Yang's cup with tea.

He poured it, and Xia Yang drank it. Later, he could taste the fragrance and sweetness.

"The coffee is not very good, but the tea is pretty good."

Fu Xiuyan touched his nose awkwardly: "I thought it would be fine if I just ground it up."

Xia Yang raised an eyebrow: "Mr. Fu doesn't drink coffee normally?"

"Yeah." Fu Xiuyan tilted his head slightly and continued to add tea to Xia Yang.

Only then did Xia Yang notice that the cup in front of Fu Xiuyan had hardly been touched, and he had been refilling his tea.

"Why didn't you say anything when I gave you coffee?"

Fu Xiuyan raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were very serious: "Xia Xia made it, of course I have to drink it."

It was an expected answer, but Xia Yang still smiled.

"Mr. Fu, are you teasing me?"

Fu Xiuyan also laughed: "Is this flirting? I'm just expressing my true thoughts."

Xia Yang didn't react on the surface, but took a breath in his heart: It turns out that old men are more capable.

"What time do you get up tomorrow?" Fu Xiuyan asked.

"We'll know after we wake up tomorrow." Xia Yang drank half a belly of tea, and felt lazy again, so he leaned back on the sofa.

"Then tell me when you get up, and I'll make you some tea." Fu Xiuyan looked at the lazy cat-like person, his heart full of joy.

"Um...how should I tell you. Go knock on your door?"

"Can't I make a phone call?"

"But I don't have your phone number."

Fu Xiuyan was waiting for these words. He took out his pen and said, "I'll write it to you."

Xia Yang looked at his actions and laughed: "What era is Mr. Fu from?" He did not hide his ridicule at all.

Then he pulled out his phone from the corner of the sofa and threw it over: "Save it, your phone doesn't have a password?"

Fu Xiuyan was blatantly mocked by him, but he didn't get angry. He picked up his phone and saved his number, then paused before continuing to type...

"Add me on WeChat too. I don't like making phone calls." When Xia Yang's voice came, Fu Xiuyan froze.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, I'll add you when I get back." Fu Xiuyan said calmly, then called himself using Xia Yang's phone.

After returning the phone to Xia Yang, Xia Yang put it aside without any intention of looking at it.

"But I'm still used to drinking coffee, so tea is not necessary. I won't bother Mr. Fu."

Fu Xiuyan didn't feel disappointed at all. He already had the contact information. Nothing else mattered. He had plenty of reasons to knock on Xia Yang's door.

Fu Xiuyan began to look around the room.

It has a simple modern style, just like the style of the building. The large floor-to-ceiling windows allow you to see the sunset from this angle, which is a beautiful view.

There are few decorations, but each one is exquisite and precious, just like Xia Yang.

When Fu Xiuyan's gaze turned to a certain place, he saw something familiar and curled the corners of his lips almost imperceptibly.

"Is that my clothes?" Fu Xiuyan pointed at the coat and asked knowingly.

Xia Yang turned around and saw that it was the coat he had thrown down two days ago. The coat was originally hanging in his bedroom, so he could see it whenever he looked up. The moment he saw it, he thought of Fu Xiuyan, and his heart could not calm down. He also remembered that this man had not come to see him for several days, which made him even more upset. In a fit of anger, he threw the coat down to the first floor.

Fu Xiuyan came over suddenly, and he had completely forgotten about this matter.

"Oh...that..." Xia Yang nodded, then asked nonchalantly, "Mr. Fu, are you going to take it away?"

Fu Xiuyan just opened his mouth to speak when Xia Yang added, "But it hasn't been washed yet. I'll take it to Mr. Fu after it's clean."

Fu Xiuyan said with regret: "Okay...but I didn't keep Xia Xia's dress well. My moving house was too messy and I couldn't find it for a while..."

Xia Yang said calmly: "It doesn't matter. No need to look for it."

Fu Xiuyan lowered his brows and smiled faintly in a corner where Xia Yang couldn't see him. Then he said seriously, "I'll go back and look carefully. I will definitely find it, but it will take a few days."

Xia Yang shrugged: "Mr. Fu, please feel free to do as you please. If you can't find it, don't force yourself."

Although he really liked that dress, and it was a limited edition, so it probably couldn't be bought now, when he threw the dress to Fu Xiuyan that day, he had no intention of taking it back.