Boss, Please Don't Be Manic - 7
The next morning, Yuan Che got up on time and looked as usual. His face didn’t even show a trace of hangover. After breakfast, Fang Ru didn’t find anything wrong, and Yuan Che didn’t ask what happened when he was drunk.
Fang Ru breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that he doesn’t remember what happened, fortunately.
After clearing up the dishes, Fang Ru walked into the kitchen briskly. As he turned around, Yuan Che suddenly raised his head and stared straight at his back, showing a bit of thoughtfulness and inquiry.
Back to the study, Yuan Che turned on his computer and began to sort out the data, but he couldn’t concentrate at all.
He lit a cigarette, thinking about what happened at the club yesterday, the feeling of holding him, and the relaxation when he was drunk last night.
In fact, he seldom gets drunk, and even if he gets drunk, he will not relax his vigilance, he will be even more tense than usual. But when he came home last night, he let himself let loose for the first time. In the chaos of consciousness, although he could not remember many details clearly, it did not prevent him from making a certain judgment – the existence of Fang Ru could make him feel at ease.
While he was lost in thoughts, there was a soft piano sound outside the door.
Yuan Che got up and went to the living room. Leaning against the wall, he quietly watched Fang Ru play the piano. This is his first time listening to Fang Ru play the piano. His eyes are half closed, and his expression is intoxicated. His soft hair moves gently with the music. The warm sunshine shone on him through the French windows, as if plated with a layer of golden light and shadow, like a fairytale.
Watching and listening, Yuan Che suddenly had a hazy feeling of wanting to sleep.
He sat down on the sofa, relaxed his body, but he was unwilling to close his eyes, his gaze always focused on the person on the piano.
After playing a song, Fang Ru turned to Yuan Che and said with a smile, “If Mr. Yuan wants to sleep, then go to sleep. Anyway, it’s the weekend. Take a rest. I’ll play some more comfortable music for you.”
Yuan Che closed his eyes, and the pleasant piano sound rang again.
As he played, Fang Ru looked at Yuan Che from the corner of his eyes. He is not as energetic as he seems on the surface. Fatigue caused by hangovers can only bring more burden to his nerves. Yuan Che is a workaholic. Even on holidays, he seldom takes a rest. This kind of working state is more like he is exerting his energy. The mental excitement caused by mania will make him active in thinking and short of sleep. If he has nothing to do, he will become irritable and anxious.
It’s hard for him to control his continuous thoughts on his own and he cannot get enough sleep. So, as long as it is a way to improve his sleep quality, Fang Ru wants to try.
After playing for about half an hour, Fang Ru stops and looks at Yuan Che leaning on the sofa. His expression is calm and his breathing is steady. He is obviously in a state of sleep. This is a good phenomenon, which means that music can calm his mood to a certain extent.
Fang Ru got up and went to the room to get a blanket, covered him gently, wrote a note and went out.
There is not much food left in the fridge. He has to go and buy some. He also needs to buy some cans of plum. He was a little frightened by Yuan Che’s nuisance last night, and must be prepared for the future.
When Yuan Che woke up, the room was empty and lonely. He rubbed his forehead and muttered to himself, “I fell asleep?”
Glancing at the note on the tea table, he took it and took a look. Went out? Yuan Che looked at the time, it’s almost 11 o’clock, how is he not back yet?
He stood up, the blanket that had been covered his body fell gently, he picked it up and stared at it for a while, then carried it into the study.
For lunch, Fang Ru made a big meal. Yuan Che ate very happily. He even picked a few vegetables with his chopsticks.
(tl: I swear, Yuan Che has the appetite of a little child)
After eating, drinking, and sleeping well. He was busy in his study all afternoon, sorting out the company’s development plans and various project materials in the next few months. His work efficiency was very high.
Drinking milk tea and sour plum from Fang Ru, Yuan Che felt that work was so relaxing and comfortable for the first time, and a smile came out of the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
At night, Yuan Che walked into the bathroom, and some beautiful pictures appeared suddenly in his mind. He looks at the bath and the wall, vaguely remembering that he seemed to be here with Fang Ru before? Dense moisture, wet clothes, hot breath, soft lips, skin touch. Yuan Che only felt a tightness below, and the Yu look up.
(tl: the “Yu” was originally like that and was written in English, which I guess was to trick the Chinese censorship. Correct me if I’m wrong, hihi. I even used various translation sites, and the results are always the same.)
He covered his mouth and his body was flushed.
Damn it! Just thinking about it, he actually had a reaction.
Turning on the shower, Yuan Che showered himself severely with cold water.
That night, Yuan Che had a wet dream. He pressed Fang Ru underneath him, kissed him, caressed him, entered, and worked hard. (tl: ʕʘʟ_ʘʔ) (pr: lololol, work hard indeed, poor Fang Ru)
He suddenly opened his eyes. Yuan Che’s Shen was hard as iron, and his body was burning hot.
(tl: The “Shen” too was originally written in English. Actually, there are a lot of them. I just altered the others so that it can be understandable. But I am leaving a few ones so that you can laugh with me.)
He rushed to the bathroom and came out with a gloomy face for the rest of the day.
Is it too long? Yuan Che fiddled with his hair irritably.
Looking up at the door, Fang Ru’s bedroom is on the opposite side. He should be sleeping now.
Yuan Che went out of the room and came to Fang Ru’s door. He beat the door hard. “Fang Ru, get up!”
Fang Ru was awakened by the sound of knocking on the door like a drum. He looked at the time vaguely. It was only 4 a.m. He struggled to get up, opened the door, looked at the anxious guy outside, and asked, “Mr. Yuan, what’s the matter?”
Yuan Che stared at his drowsy appearance for a long time and said, “I’m hungry. Get me something to eat.”
“At this time?”
“Yes, at this time.”
Fang Ru acknowledged his fate and asked, “What would Mr. Yuan like to eat?”
“Something that can reduce heat.”
Fang Ru first went to the bathroom to freshen up, and then went into the kitchen, Yuan Che trailing behind him.
“Mr. Yuan, you should go to the living room first and have a seat. I’ll be done in a minute.” He felt a really oppressive aura like a ghost planted on his back.
“Go do your work. I’ll be here.” Yuan Che crossed his chest and leaned against the kitchen door.
Fang Ru shrugged his shoulders and could only ignore his existence as much as possible and keep himself busy.
Yuan Che looked at his back, his eyes swept his hair, nape, shoulder, back, waist, hip, thighs. His hips are curved beautifully, which should feel good to touch; his legs are slender, which can easily wrap around his waist. Compared with his own size and his figure, it may not be easy to enter, so it needs to be done smoothly, but it must feel great to enter, tight.
Yuan Che’s eyes gradually became hot, and his Shen also began to be eager.
At this time, Fang Ru said, “It’s too late now. I’ll make a bowl of century egg and lean meat congee. I’ll squeeze you a cup of orange juice later.”
He stirred the pot for a while with a spoon, then scooped a small bowl and handed it to Yuan Che. “How about you taste it?”
Yuan Che took it and took a sip.
“Ah, it’s hot!” Fang Ru had no time to stop him. He could only watch his face distort because of the burning.
“Let me see.”
Yuan Che stretched out his head and Fang Ru came up to check it. Then he took out a few ice cubes from the refrigerator and handed one to his mouth. “Here, hold it.”
Yuan Che opened his mouth and held it in silence.
Fang Ru said. “Mr. Yuan, you are also the manager of a large company. How can you be like a child sometimes? You don’t know how to sip a good porridge. ”
Yuan Che could not talk, so he could only express his protest with his eyes.
Fang Ru completely ignored it and continued, “You’ll have a cup of orange juice later, and then we’ll see if there’s any blistering in a few minutes.”
Yuan Che followed Fang Ru to the living room and watched him.
“The ice is melting.” Yuan Che suddenly opens his mouth.
“Sit down and I’ll look at your mouth.”
Yuan Che sat on the sofa, and Fang Ru settled in between his thighs, as if he was half wrapped up in him.
“Fortunately, it’s not very serious.” Apart from some red and swollen spots, there were no other abnormalities. Fang Ru relaxed his heart and laughed, “Your mouth is very strong.”
“Well, that’s why it’s perfect for kissing.” Yuan Che replied lightly. (pr:dammn boi, no delicacy)
Fang Ru joked, “Then your future girlfriend will be blessed.”
“I think so, too.” Yuan Che nodded his head seriously, looked at him and asked, “Do you want to try again?”
Fang Ru was stunned. Is this guy playing with him? Looking at the handsome face close at hand, he leaned back, waved his hand and said, “No Mr. Yuan, I like to keep it to myself and practice with my girlfriend.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Yuan Che narrowed his eyes and his tone was not good.
“Not yet. However,” Fang Ru said with a gentle smile, “there will always be one in the future. ”
(tl: Gurl, you’re literally in between his thighs.) (pr: Fang, dear, just lower your eyes a bit…)
Yuan Che gave a cold snort, leaned lazily on the sofa and ordered, “I’m hungry. Go and bring me the congee.”
Fang Ru got up and went to the kitchen to serve congee.
“It has become warm. I don’t think it’s going to burn you again.”
He handed the food to him. Yuan Che glanced at it and said, “Feed me.”
“Ah?” Fang Ru was stunned and doubted whether he was hallucinating.
“Feed me.” Yuan Che repeated, “I’m too tired from typing all afternoon. My arm aches and I don’t want to move.”
That’s a far-fetched reason. Fang Ru was speechless.
“Come on.” Yuan Che patted the sofa and said, “Sit down. Don’t waste time. I’ll have to sleep later.”
Endure! Think of him as a giant baby to feed. Fang Ru was doing self-hypnosis in his heart.
After the drunkenness the night before last, Fang Ru deeply realized that this guy had an arrogant and stubborn character hidden in his heart. In general, it’s better to follow him, in case he turns into a lion.
Spoonful by spoonful, Fang Ru didn’t notice that the distance between them was getting closer and closer. Yuan Che’s forehead almost touched his hair.
“Fang Ru, will you stay with me all the time?” Yuan Che stared at him intently.
“Hmm?” Fang Ru thought for a while and said with a smile, “As long as Mr. Yuan doesn’t dislike it…”
“I don’t dislike it.” Yuan Che affirmed, “So you can be my person in the future, and you don’t have to think about other messy work.”
He remembered that Fang Ru only signed a contract for one year, and later he drew up another lifelong contract. Even if he was not needed in the future, he could still afford to support him for a lifetime. However, this matter must be carried out in secret and cannot be disclosed to him for the time being.
“Besides, don’t call me Mr. Yuan any more. Just call me by my name.”
Fang Ru hesitated for a while and tentatively called, “Yuan… Che?”
“That’s it.” Yuan Che touched his head. He wanted to do this from the first meeting. Fang Ru’s hair was soft and slightly fluffy, just like a fox’s fur. It felt very good.
Fang Ru tilted his head, stood up with the empty bowl and said, “It’s late. Yuan… Che, why don’t you go to bed early? ”
(tl: yeah, cause 4am is veeerry early. I think it would be 5 now, after all that cooking and talking. And it’s a Monday bruh.)
Yuan Che watched his back disappear in the kitchen, and his face showed an unexplainable look.
“That’s right.” Yuan Che thought of something and said to Fang Ru in the kitchen, “If there is any party in the future, you can come with me.”
When he was at the club before with Fang Ru, his anxiety seemed to lessen and he could even tolerate being close to others.
“Okay.” Fang Ru’s voice came from the kitchen.
Yuan Che went back to his room with satisfaction. After showering, he held Fang Ru’s blanket (the blanket Fang Ru gave him when he fell asleep at the sofa) and fell asleep peacefully.
He did not really realize what the other party’s desires represented, but subconsciously classified him into his own realm as his own possession. In this way, everything you want to do in the future is justified.
(tl: my man, things do not work that way.)
(pr: Yuan don’t care, Yuan hug Ru all the time)
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