The ultimate teasing of a fishing beauty

Fu Xiuyan understood. The security here was different from other places; most of them were retired military personnel. They held their country in the highest regard. Naturally, they respected Xia Yang, a professional scholar who not only trained outstanding professors for the nation at a prestigious institution but also earned international accolades for his country through his expertise.

Fu Xiuyan inexplicably felt a sense of honor and smiled and nodded at the security guards.

The security guard, who is usually very professional, walked a long way away and still looked back at the man following Xia Yang, whispering something.

This community is very large, but most of it is public space and green space.

The houses are far apart, providing excellent privacy, and each has a different architectural style.

Xia Yang remained silent. Fu Xiuyan, still unsure of his temper, assumed he was still grouchy from waking up. He simply followed him, taking in the surroundings.

Not long into the journey, Xia Yang stopped in front of a door. This building was relatively small compared to the others he had seen along the way. It looked to be three stories high.

This is a building in the simplest modern style. Mainly using black and white colors, it has a strong sense of space, and the overall structure is very simple and clean.

"Is this your home?" Fu Xiuyan looked around his residence.

"Yeah." Xia Yang raised his arm lazily, took off his coat and handed it to Fu Xiuyan.

"Thank you for the clothes, bye."

Fu Xiuyan didn't answer: "That's it?"

Xia Yang was a little impatient: "What else?"

Fu Xiuyan glanced at the coat in his hand and laughed helplessly: "Is this the reason you asked me to bring you in?"

Xia Yang took Fu Xiuyan's hand out of his trouser pocket and stuffed the clothes into his hand: "It's cold on the road. If you don't wear a coat, I will catch a cold when I walk in."

Actually, I can drive you in. Fu Xiuyan swallowed the words back after a moment's pause. If he could think of it, Xia Yang could certainly think of it too. Since he was feigning confusion, there was no need for him to expose it.

"You can wear it."

Xia Yang raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "Mr. Fu..., you want to keep in touch with me? However, this method is a bit old-fashioned."

"Since I borrowed the clothes, I have to return them. How do I return them? Of course I have to add my contact information. When I return the clothes, as a token of my gratitude, I should also treat Mr. Fu to a meal or a cup of tea? Mr. Fu then uses this as an excuse to treat me back. Back and forth..."

Fu Xiuyan finally heard Xia Yang say so many words in one breath, so he waited for him to continue. His voice was really nice, with a curled ending that made him feel itchy.

"And I have to clean it for you, please."

"Young Master Xia, you wash clothes by hand?"

"Isn't it hard to send laundry?"

"There is a butler."

"Too lazy to open the door."

Well, Fu Xiuyan didn't expect this person to be so lazy, and was suddenly speechless.

Seeing that he remained silent, Xia Yang thought he agreed and yawned as she was about to leave.

But as he turned around, his shoulders felt heavy, and the familiar fragrance lingered again.

Then came the perfunctory voice that made his ears numb: "Put it on. It's quite a distance to the yard. I don't want the clothes anymore, so you don't have to wash them."

Xia Yang naturally would not refuse the kindness that was offered to him.

"However, your coat is still in my car. I'll bring it to you some other day."

Without even turning around, Xia Yang opened the door by scanning his face, then waved his hand with his back to Fu Xiuyan: "It's dirty, I don't want it anymore. Throw it away."

Fu Xiuyan waited until the lights in the villa's room came on before turning around and leaving.

Xu Che saw him returning from afar and hurriedly got out of the car to open the door for him.

"Boss Fu, have they sent the person back?"

"Yeah." The voice was cold and icy. It was completely different from when he was talking to Xia Yang just now.

Fu Xiuyan got in the car and started taking out paper documents to sign.

Xu Che watched the man finish his work and spoke again, "Mr. Fu, is this really the first time you and that... uh, beautiful young master have met?"

Fu Xiuyan looked up and glanced at him.

"That shouldn't be the case. Why would you initiate a conversation with a stranger? Besides, the atmosphere between you two, no matter how you look at it, is that of... well, very familiar friends who have been together for many years." Xu Che rolled his eyes and changed the sentence he was about to say: "We've slept in the same bed for many years."

"Is that so? Xiao Wang?" In order to confirm his words, Xu Che turned around and asked the driver.

Xiao Wang nodded solemnly.

"What's the atmosphere between us?" Fu Xiuyan asked.

"Yeah, it was such a harmonious scene. It was like we'd known each other for eight hundred years."

Fu Xiuyan also thought about their conversation and laughed. It didn't sound like something someone would say to someone they'd just met. It felt like something old friends would say.

Xu Che didn't hear Fu Xiuyan's words, so he turned to look at him. He saw him tilting his head to look out the window, and then he thought of something.

"Mr. Fu, where are your clothes? Didn't the young master return them to you?"

"Why do you call him Young Master?" Fu Xiuyan wanted to ask.

"That's right, he's the kind of pampered young master who's so precious he doesn't care about worldly matters. Noble and arrogant."

Fu Xiuyan's smile grew: "Yeah."

Xu Che didn't hear his words clearly: "What did you say?"

Fu Xiuyan put away his smile and said, "I gave the clothes to him."

Xu Che muttered, "That's the latest model I just customized for you. It cost seven figures..."

Fu Xiuyan glared at him. Xu Che changed his tone: "Fine, as long as you're happy. You always have more clothes than you can wear anyway."

Fu Xiuyan looked at Xia Yang's coat which he had folded neatly and placed aside, and the corners of his lips curved even more.

I also remembered that in front of the villa, Xia Yang took off his coat and was only wearing a thin white shirt.

It was a V-neck shirt. Maybe because Xia Yang was too thin, the collar was very low, and a large area of ​​delicate white skin fell into Fu Xiuyan's eyes.

His gaze slid from Xia Yang's neck to her collarbone. Her skin was as delicate as fine porcelain. Fu Xiuyan couldn't help but want to explore whether it was the same elsewhere...

He was disgusted with himself at the time for having such thoughts about a kid he had just met. He quickly averted his gaze, only daring to stare at his face.

But now, that glimpse of skin kept drilling into his mind, and his heart became more and more irritated. Fu Xiuyan didn't expect that at his age, he would act like a teenage boy.

Xu Che continued to ask, "Boss Fu, is that young master an adult? How old is he? It doesn't seem right to attack a minor. Also, you haven't told me how long you have known each other?"

Then, thinking of the young master's appearance, he said, "Is he an actor who's still in school? Is he very famous? I haven't seen him before. What dramas has he acted in? I'll go find him and take a look."

Fu Xiuyan continued to flip through the documents in his hand and said lightly, "The project in Africa does need someone to look after it. I see you don't seem very busy."