After the fake drama with the big guy was really done, it became popular

Matsutake looked at the black card in his hand, his eyes were warm and nostalgic, the corners of the card surface were a little worn, he had been wearing it close to his body, and his own body temperature was still on it.

He finally remembered how this card got into his hands.

It was a lightly raining Sunday, and he was led into the gate of Fu's Building for the first time.

Because it was the weekend, there were not many people in the company, which saved Matsutake a lot of embarrassment.

Before knocking on the door of that office, Matsutake cheered himself up and tried to relax himself, but when he saw the figure in the black suit, he still felt his heart beat faster.

When Fu Zhoushan casually raised his eyes, Matsutake's heart skipped a beat.

The person sitting behind the table pushed the card in front of Matsutake, but said ruthlessly: "I can support you. During this time, you are mine alone. You can make any request, I only hope that you I can listen."

Matsutake nodded, and he accepted the black card, which was the first thing Fu Zhoushan gave him.

Even though Matsutake felt that he had done a good job, the indifference in Fu Zhoushan's eyes still hurt him.

Maybe Fu Zhoushan thought it was their first meeting, but not for Matsutake. The first time he met Fu Zhoushan can be traced back to a ribbon-cutting ceremony.

At that time, Matsutake was taken by Matsuyi, in the euphemistic name of seeing the world, getting to know more high-class ladies, so that it would be easier to find a partner in the future.

Matsutake dismissed this, and none of the ladies he had ever met was as good-looking as he himself.

But this time he miscalculated.

He held a glass of champagne and sat quietly in the corner drinking it, which was enough to attract attention, like a flower blooming in the corner, lonely and gorgeous.

From time to time, someone came forward to strike up a conversation, but Matsutake saw the tall figure in the crowd at a glance, and that person had a calm and indifferent attitude that was completely different from that of his elder brother.

He was standing in the busiest place in the center of the crowd, but he didn't seem to be here.

He obviously listened carefully to the other person's conversation and was able to strike up a conversation at the right time, but it just gave people a feeling of indifference, and it was not appropriate to say that he was wandering away. He just didn't care about you.

Matsutake thought this man was very interesting, and looked at him silently all night.

A teenager's heartbeat is often just a moment.

When Song Yi came back, Matsutake couldn't wait to ask him about it, but Song Yi was not very familiar with Fu Zhoushan, and only said that he was the future heir of the Fu family.

Matsutake silently remembered it in his heart. When he wanted to find a benefactor, he was the first to think of Fu Zhoushan.

A male god who can sleep until he is thinking about it can also get money, kill two birds with one stone, and a fool will not do it.

However, when it was time to go to bed, Matsutake still flinched. When he was a boy, he grew up listening to the love stories of his parents and the sad stories of his brother and sister-in-law.

He cannot accept sex/coupling without an emotional basis.

During the first days with Fu Zhoushan, Matsutake was always neglected.

He also gradually realized that even though he entered Fu Zhoushan's life, to Fu Zhoushan, he was no different from other people.

Matsutake had no choice but to tidy up himself, no longer put his focus on Fu Zhoushan, but turned his head and devoted himself to his work.

Even if it is love at first sight, how deep is the relationship?

Matsutake is not an emotional person.

But no matter how busy he is, Matsutake will try his best to spare a few days every month to go back to the small apartment in Q City, waiting for Fu Zhoushan to come.

However, after Fu Zhoushan really came, Matsutake was awkward and didn't want to go forward. He was liked since he was a child, and he was spoiled at home and school, and he didn't know how to please others.

Carefully holding a cup of tea, in Fu Zhoushan's eyes, he must look like an idiot.

Thinking of these past events, Matsutake couldn't help but smile.

It turned out that the self two years ago was so stupid, no wonder he couldn't get along in the entertainment circle.

He really wanted to go back to that time, grabbing his collar and yelling to himself: wake up!You have to take the initiative!If you move your fingers a little, that fool Fu Zhoushan has already fallen in love with you!Where are you waiting until now.

Just as he was thinking about it, a figure crouched in front of him.

Fu Zhoushan held Matsutake's hand, with the familiar warmth of Matsutake in his palm, stared at the person in front of him seriously, and asked softly, "Do you want to go?"

Matsutake also looked back at him, and now Fu Zhoushan's eyes were no longer indifferent as when he first met him, but there was more guilt that made Matsutake feel at a loss.

Before he could react, Matsutake's hand had already stuck to Fu Zhoushan's cheek, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but Fu Zhoushan grabbed it tightly.

Matsutake showed some apology on his eyebrows, and said softly: "I have no identity to leave behind."

"Why not, your name is on the real estate certificate. You see, I am the one who lives and eats for nothing in other people's homes." Fu Zhoushan didn't care much, his eyes were full of tenderness, as if he was afraid that he would not see the people in front of him. I'm afraid of disturbing him.

Such tenderness made Matsutake feel even more uneasy: "Stop joking."

"I'm not joking with you." In order to prove his words, Fu Zhoushan actually took over the real estate certificate, and Matsutake's name was impressively listed in the column of the owner.

Matsutake took it over and glanced at it, and was also stunned, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart.

Holding the real estate certificate between two fingers, he looked at the man he had liked for a long time and said, "Then I will kick you out, will you leave?"

"Yes, I will listen to you." Fu Zhoushan said without hesitation.

Shocked by his straightforward tone, Matsutake stared at him for a while.

The surroundings were very quiet. The two confronted each other in the bedroom for a while, only the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves outside the window could be heard. A magpie landed gently on the tree outside the window, looking at the two people in the room with its head poking its head.

In the end, it was Matsutake who was defeated, looked away, played with the black card on his fingertips, and whispered casually: "...I have a cold, it's not my heart."

"Do you feel sorry for me?" Fu Zhoushan asked back.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was glared at by Matsutake again, and he was convinced that Matsutake didn't seem as angry as he imagined.

Fu Zhoushan held Matsutake's hand tentatively, seeing that he didn't respond, he quickly leaned forward, heaved a sigh of relief, and pressed Matsutake's ear and said, "You scared me to death."

There was a smile on Matsutake's face, and he kissed Fu Zhoushan's Adam's apple, and looked up at him as if he was favored and proud: "I'm also afraid that you don't want me."

"I have lived for more than 20 years, and there is only such a baby. How could I not want it?" Fu Zhoushan said.

Matsutake turned his eyes away awkwardly. He still held the real estate certificate in his hand and deliberately showed it to Fu Zhoushan: "How much is this house worth now? Is it enough to buy me? My worth is not the same now as the gold owner's father."

Fu Zhoushan casually snatched it from Matsutake's hand, put it on the bed, took Matsutake's hand, kissed lightly on the ring of the middle finger, stared at Matsutake with deep eyes, and said, "This house is a free gift."

Matsutake raised eyebrows: "Is it the benefits of old customers?"

"You are the only customer, can you apply for a permanent card? Highly recommended." Fu Zhoushan said sincerely.

Matsutake's eyes were curved, and the water-like pupils suddenly became turbulent, so beautiful.

He raised his hand to hook the gold master's neck, and his slightly cool fingertips slid across the back of Fu Zhoushan's neck, and said with a smile: "President Fu brought the goods himself, then I have to think about it."

"Will you think about it for a long time?" Fu Zhoushan said, looking at Matsutake with pitiful eyes.

The smile in Matsutake's eyes deepened, and he poked his neck slightly: "The time limit is up to me."

"Okay, okay, you decide." Fu Zhoushan was helpless and pampered, and he couldn't do anything about the coquettish matsutake.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Matsutake rubbed Fu Zhoushan's chin with his forehead and asked intentionally.

"You know." Fu Zhoushan said.

Matsutake's eyes were curved, looking more and more like a mischievous child, deliberately teasing people: "I don't know, what are you talking about."

Fu Zhoushan took the child's white hand and said reverently, "You know, I love you."

Matsutake's heart trembled, and the remaining uneasiness in his heart was crushed. He was shaken all over and almost burst into tears.

Nothing is more important than Fu Zhoushan's love for him.

Fu Zhoushan kissed Matsutake's lips and continued, "I love you very much."

Matsutake climbed up the pole, stared at Fu Zhoushan and asked, "Since when did you love me?"

"Love at first sight." Fu Zhoushan looked at him seriously, "I wanted to tie you by my side, but I did something wrong, can you forgive me?"

Fu Zhoushan didn't know how much Matsutake wanted to cry when he heard the words "love at first sight" from him.

He forcibly suppressed the soreness in his eyes, and Matsutake never rejoiced at any moment for the acting skills he had learned, for being able to manage his expressions well anytime and anywhere.

Matsutake blinked vigorously, looked at Fu Zhoushan's chest absent-mindedly, and suddenly said: "You can't return the permanent card."

Fu Zhoushan chuckled: "I can't ask for it."

When Matsutake heard his laughter, he became angry from embarrassment, and suddenly raised his head and glared at Fu Zhoushan, thinking that he should not send himself out so easily.

He snorted softly and pouted his lips in dissatisfaction, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, his cheeks were flushed, and he said bravely: "A man with a smooth tongue is the most unreliable."

Hearing this sentence, the smile on Fu Zhoushan's face finally spread to the bottom of his eyes. He rested his forearm on the top of Matsutake's head, and gently brushed Matsutake's temples with his right hand. And relieved, he chose to let himself go.

To this day, Fu Zhoushan has actually thought about many consequences in his heart.

The current situation is the best he can hope for.

He kissed Matsutake on the forehead, and said seriously: "It's not glib. Even if you don't want it any more, you can still keep it as a souvenir. I said I will support you forever, that is forever."

Matsutake's heart moved, he looked at him with some doubts, and asked obediently: "When did you say that?"

"In my heart." Fu Zhoushan said, took Matsutake's hand and put it on his heart, and the strong beating heart beat under Matsutake's hand, "Did you hear that?"

The two of them clasped their fingers, the rings on their middle fingers complemented each other, and there was a worn black card in their palms.

During the intertwined breathing, Matsutake seemed to have suddenly returned to the state when he dared not face Fu Zhoushan before. He lowered his eyes a little shyly, and heard Fu Zhoushan say: "I love you, will you marry me?"

At that moment, Matsutake's heart was beating like a beating, and he didn't even realize that he was exerting strength unconsciously in his hands. Looking at the deep and deep eyes of the person in front of him, a tear slipped quietly from the corner of his eyes.

He seemed to have been waiting for this sentence for a long time.

But because of amnesia, it didn't seem long.

Matsutake lifted his body and left a kiss on Fu Zhoushan's lips, with the piety of a saint: "I am willing."

No matter how the situation changes, time is wasted, and the eternity of this moment cannot be shaken.

Farther than far away, longer than long.

My butterfly, my angel, my little fox.

You and I will never be apart again.