"What is it?"
Fu Jingzhou opened the locker, took out a familiar bottle of flavored yogurt, and handed it to Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan, feeling wronged, took the yogurt and explained the situation in detail.
Fu Jingzhou's voice softened. "They were planning to go public anyway, so going a little earlier isn't a big problem."
Jiang Nan pursed her lips and said, "But if they didn't intend to go public, then tonight I was forced to go public, and in the end, I was still wrong."
Fu Jingzhou didn't speak again. He lowered his eyelashes and looked at the boy's fair and rosy cheeks, his eyes unconsciously darkening.
Jiang Nan was oblivious to his expression, still lost in her own world, growing increasingly saddened.
"This incident has caused quite a stir; their teams will definitely be working all night on PR... It's all my fault."
The man reached out and ruffled the boy's pink hair, not with much force, but his fingertips slipped into the boy's hair.
Warm fingertips gently massaged Jiang Nan's scalp, as if offering a silent comfort.
Fu Jingzhou didn't say anything, he just gently patted his head.
Although Jiang Nan often makes surprising remarks, he is very clean and washes his hair every day.
Fu Jingzhou could still smell a faint scent of his shampoo.
Fu Jingzhou felt a little surprised.
Jiang Nan appears optimistic and carefree, but she is actually terrified of getting into trouble and lacks a sense of security. Sometimes she falls asleep while watching TV on the living room sofa, and even then, she's curled up in a cramped position.
He was always smiling, but he felt a great deal of guilt.
It's hard to imagine that a child with this kind of personality was born into a wealthy family with loving parents and a good family atmosphere.
It's as if she's never been loved or pampered.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Jiang Nan sobbed, her nose stuffy. "You've been silent the whole time. Do you think what I'm talking about is just a very small thing, not worth getting upset about?"
Before Fu Jingzhou could speak, the young man nodded to himself, "That's definitely what you're thinking. After all, you're such a big CEO, you spend all your time on your career, you must think I'm petty and upset about these trivial things, that I'm not presentable, sob sob sob... You're probably already calculating in your mind when the best time to divorce me is..."
"I shouldn't have bothered with you back then... I'm so sad! Why can't I even buy a cup of coffee properly? That idiot manager earns more than me, why won't he pay for my coffee? Waaaaah..."
Fu Jingzhou missed one opportunity to speak, and thus lost the chance to speak altogether.
He listened to the boy's nonsensical accusations, his head aching slightly, and said, "That's not what I meant."
Jiang Nan was no longer listening to what he was saying; she just kept crying.
At first, he just wailed a few times, but then he remembered how hard he had worked to buy coffee, and the director wouldn't give him a single penny, and he burst into tears.
Fu Jingzhou took out two tissues and wiped the boy's cheeks.
He vaguely sensed something was wrong, leaned closer, and exchanged a glance with Jiang Nan.
He was crying terribly, his eyelashes were wet and clumped together, the corners of his eyes were red, and his lips were pouting in dissatisfaction.
Being very close, Fu Jingzhou could faintly smell a scent of rose geranium and a hint of alcohol.
He raised an eyebrow slightly and asked in a low voice, "Have you been drinking?"
Jiang Nan didn't reply. He looked at the man's face so close to his own, and his breathing unconsciously became lighter.
It's really beautiful.
His eyes were deep-set and slightly upturned at the corners, with a single red mole adorning one of them. He looked like a captivating male demon from " Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio from a Chinese Studio."
But his expression was indifferent, and when he looked at people, he would unconsciously lower his eyelashes.
It's not that I'm afraid to look at others, but rather that I'm too lazy to look at them, completely oblivious to others.
Divinity and demonic nature were perfectly blended.
Jiang Nan licked his lips, then poked the man's chin with his index finger. All the sadness in his mind vanished, replaced by the memory of a beautiful woman standing before him.
" Zhouzhou," Jiang Nan said, her eyes still misty, "I want to buy a piece of land from you."
This familiar beginning, this familiar rhythm...
Fu Jingzhou's lips curved slightly. "What place?"
Jiang Nan said earnestly, "I'll buy your unwavering devotion."
Fu Jingzhou was silent for a moment, then ruffled his hair. "No need to buy it."
--I've long since given up on it.
Jiang Nan didn't understand, and pouted in grievance. He glanced at the yogurt in his hand, tore open the lid, and took a big gulp.
The yogurt wasn't very big to begin with, and Jiang Nan finished it in three sips.
He held the yogurt container in his hand, intending to get off the bus and find a trash can to throw it away.
Fu Jingzhou sat to the side and watched him.
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The car finally stopped in front of a villa.
Fu Jingzhou gestured to the driver to carry the wheelchair upstairs, while he himself half-dragged and half-carried Jiang Nan upstairs.
He was completely drunk, unable to distinguish east from west, slurring his words, and his mouth never stopped moving.
He mumbled something that no one else could understand.
Fu Jingzhou helped him change his shoes and then helped him into the bedroom.
He went to the bathroom, wet a clean towel, and wiped Jiang Nan's cheeks.
Jiang Nan was stunned by the rubbing and said unhappily, "Can't you just be quiet for a while? Why did you hit me???"
Fu Jingzhou didn't bother to say a word, stood up and tossed the towel aside.
He hesitated for a moment by the bed, then sat down on it. His fingers hovered over the elastic drawstring of the boy's casual pants. After thinking for about half a minute, he helped Jiang Nan take off his pants.
The lights were on in the room, revealing the boy's long, slender, and fair legs, except for his bright red underwear Shining Brightly.
Fu Jingzhou glanced at it and immediately felt completely calm.
He pulled the blanket over the boy.
Just as she was about to leave, someone suddenly grabbed her neck. Jiang Nan opened her eyes and her face was very close to his.
Jiang Nan asked fiercely, "Do you look down on my red underwear?"
Fu Jingzhou's mind wasn't on the problem, so he just gave a casual reply.
Jiang Nan took this as tacit agreement and became even angrier.
"I didn't like red underwear at first, but I grew to like it after wearing it for a while," Jiang Nan said earnestly. "The material is very good, and the fabric is very comfortable."
Fu Jingzhou stared intently at his lips, which were full and small, yet red and moist.
His mouth isn't very big, and I don't know why he talks so much every day.
Jiang Nan stared intently at him, and Fu Jingzhou had no choice but to say, "Whatever makes you happy."
The man thought for a moment and added, "I don't discriminate against red underwear."
Jiang Nan was furious and wanted to bite someone.
--You have to bite a really painful spot.
He hesitated for a moment, then finally looked up and bit the man's thin lips, which were usually pale.
Fu Jingzhou paused, his breathing suddenly becoming rapid.
He opened his lips and licked the boy's soft lips, tasting the flavor of yogurt.