Jiang Xun ranted furiously inside, but outwardly, he acted as though nothing had happened as he tucked the ID card into Fu Yanli's trouser pocket, taking the opportunity to cop a couple of feels of the man's abs.
"All right, carry on with the dishes."
A vein at Fu Yanli's temple twitched slightly, but he asked no further questions and loaded the dishes into the dishwasher one by one.
He had already realized just now that Xiao Xun had found out when his birthday was.
Jiang Xun only went back to school the next day. He still felt a little uncomfortable, but at least he was walking normally again.
He spent the morning classes struggling to stay awake as usual. At noon, he went to the school cafeteria with Lin Jian.
With Fu Yanli away, Jiang Xun wanted to sneak an order of spicy dry pot.
Who would have thought that the moment he reached the serving window, a message from Fu Yanli would arrive: Xiao Xun, no spicy food for lunch.
The corner of Jiang Xun's mouth twitched. Had Fu Yanli installed a surveillance camera to watch him twenty-four hours a day?
And so, he could only order a mild bowl of crossing-the-bridge rice noodles.
They found an empty table and sat down. Propping up his chin, Jiang Xun picked at the bean sprouts on top of his noodles with a look of utter despair, nibbling them one by one.
"Lin Jian, what do you think I should get Fu Yanli for his birthday?"
"President Fu doesn't seem to lack anything," Lin Jian said. "But if it's from you, he'll like it no matter what it is."
As he spoke, he inadvertently caught sight of a suggestive mark peeking out on Jiang Xun's neck, and his cheeks grew a