69novels Chapter 16 Baby
Chapter 16 Baby
It was already noon after finishing a bottle of hanging water, Chi Baiwan dragged his heavy body back to the old house, when he entered the door before taking off his shoes, he was hurriedly surrounded by servants.
"Mr. Chi, you're back. It rained too much yesterday, and the wind blew off the "Unswerving" plaque in the rose garden, smashing the roses all over the place. If you know that Mr. Chi is back, you won't alright! "
Chi Baiwan is a person who cherishes flowers, and he usually takes care of the roses in the garden, so he gently patted the servant on the shoulder, "It's okay, I'll go and have a look."
The servant was relieved, as long as Chi Baiwan was willing to carry it for them, then he would be able to carry it and they would not suffer.
Chi Baiwan washed his hands and went to the rose garden. As soon as he opened the door, the roses that had experienced a night of wind and rain had already withered all over the ground. Fortunately, there were many roses, and only a small part of the flower garden was destroyed.
The plaque with the words "Unswerving Commitment" is made of old wood, huanghuali, from the Ming Dynasty. The old objects have souls and cannot be broken easily.
Chi Baiwan once witnessed the exquisite workmanship of old antiques, on a quiet spring night when white roses turned into red roses.
Chi Baiwan has always been a stubborn person. He and Fu Sihan have quarreled for so many years.
I still remember the most quarrelsome time, just because of an unintentional perfunctory.
Chi Baiwan is indeed a person who doesn't know how to cook. He can cook like today because he loves Fu Sihan deeply. Because of this love, he wants to cook for Fu Sihan from the bottom of his heart. He even foolishly thought that Fu Sihan could love himself more because of this.
That night, Chi Baiwan accidentally cut his hand while cutting vegetables, and he frowned in pain, even a little delicate, and even shed a little tear.
Chi Baiwan was depressed and his wound hurt. Although Fu Sihan had already paid attention to his emotions when he returned home, he still noticed that he was absent-minded between his words.
At that time, Chi Baiwan did not tell Fu Sihan that his hand was cut.
Maybe it's because of love, maybe it's because of small thoughts, Chi Baiwan just wanted to test how much Fu Sihan liked him, whether he would find his wounds, and then coax him softly.
At that time, the boy's mind was very simple. He wanted his lover to find out his injury, and then asked him thoughtfully if he was in pain with a gentle kiss.
But Fu Sihan didn't.
His face turned cold because of Chi Baiwan's perfunctory tone.
It was the beginning of spring that day, and the weather was still a bit cold, so Fu Sihan took him to the rose garden without saying a word.
"Who taught you to talk to me like this?"
"Look, I never knew how many white roses there are in this rose garden, go and pick them."
Chi Baiwan bit his lip and looked at him timidly, but Fu Sihan was determined to punish him, so he didn't give him a sympathetic look.
Chi Baiwan still complied, he is just so spineless.
He is, he is afraid of people like Fu Sihan, just sneered at him, Chi Baiwan instinctively wanted to avoid the quarrel.
But how easy is it to pick a white rose full of thorns?
When Chi Baiwan picked it to the end, his slender, cold and beautiful fingertips turned red.
The scar cut by the knife has been mixed into it and can't be seen.
Fu Sihan stared at him, wearing an expensive and luxurious pajamas, his pale skin became whiter and more radiant under the moonlight, making his face extremely handsome.
But what he did was far worse than Satan's.
Fu Sihan picked off the white roses that Chi Baiwan picked one by one, and spread them patiently on the cold marble floor.
He looked at the white rose petals stained with blood, and didn't feel sorry for Chi Baiwan who picked the flowers.
Chi Baiwan's hand was scarred by rose thorns, but he still didn't feel any pain.
At that time, he picked the flowers like a madman, he was afraid, he was afraid that Fu Sihan would abandon him if he got angry, he didn't want to live on the street anymore, he didn't want to be chased and bitten by wild dogs, he was really scared.
Seeing him kneeling on the ground unable to move, Fu Sihan leaned over and pinched his chin and asked him, "Do you know how to talk to me next time?"
At that time, Fu Sihan was even younger and full of vigor. He had returned from abroad to display his ambitions, and his brows and eyes were full of arrogance. When talking to him, not only his face was as handsome as a sculpture, but his voice was as elegant as a heroic accent. deep.
"I see, sir."
Chi Baiwan looked at his face, nodded timidly, and let him hug himself to the top of the white rose.
That night, he tried several times to hide from the marble floor but failed, and I felt sorry for him crying.
Because Fu Sihan recorded the video.
This video has been kept in Fu Sihan's secret files, and from time to time he has to take it out and play it for Chi Baiwan to watch.
Chi Baiwan didn't want to watch it every time, but had to.
Fu Sihan would pinch his cheek where he cried the loudest and ask, "Do you think I should be angry with you, huh?"
Chi Baiwan squinted his eyes in pain, rubbed his hand flatteringly, and replied in a different way: "Brother Han, I love you, and I will always love you."
When Chi Baiwan didn't know what to say, he would say, "I love you".
Fu Sihan also liked to hear this sentence.
To be honest, Chi Baiwan no longer remembers how he felt every time he watched this video.
He only remembered that the table of dishes he made for Fu Sihan that night remained untouched, and the servants threw them all away when they got cold the next morning.
And the mottled flower thorn wound on his hand took a full month to heal completely.
The four words on the plaque are "unswerving determination".
But unswerving determination is something Chi Baiwan can't get after all.
He's just a lover, he's self-aware, he knows it.
Chi Baiwan jumped out of his memory, thought for a while, and decided to go to Fu Sihan's company to find him, and told him that he wanted to go out for a while and the relationship between them had already cracked. If they couldn't break up, then let him go. Let him take a breath.
Before leaving, Chi Baiwan thought of one thing.
In the past, he would pick a fresh rose and give it to Fu Sihan every day.
This time, he brought a rose as usual.
He wanted to put the white rose next to the computer at Fu Sihan's desk, for no reason, he was just used to it.
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Fu Sihan has been handling affairs in the company, and he still listened to Lao Jiu about Chi Baiwan leaving the apartment building.
"He's home?" Fu Sihan said calmly, put down his pen and leaned back on the leather chair back, rubbed the center of his brows with his slender fingers, bent his arms and lit another cigarette.
In recent days, the cigarette clip in his pocket has visibly thinned out quickly.
Lao Jiu: "Yes, Mr. Fu."
Lao Jiu saw a trace of irritability and hesitation on his indifferent face, and knew that this rainy night between them must have been sleepless.
Fu Sihan really couldn't do without Chi Baiwan, not only his body, but also his inexplicable paranoia.
However, Lao Jiu couldn't help but sweat for Chi Baiwan.
Is such a slender young man getting injections alone now?
He was so exhausted that he went home alone, so humble that he didn't dare to call Mr. Fu and ask him to see him off.
Lao Jiu's heart was as sour as lemon juice, but he didn't dare to say anything. After deliberating for a moment, he still said, "Mr. Fu, I think he seems to be sick."
Fu Sihan parted his lips slightly. In the light smoke, he paused for a moment, then extinguished the cigarette butt with his lower hand, and lit another one: "It's good to be sick, so I won't run around."
Lao Jiu had nothing to say, so he had to open the door and leave, but happened to bump into Ling Luo, the young master of the Ling family.
Ling Luo smiled brightly: "Is it Uncle Jiu? Is Mr. Fu here?"
In the office, Fu Sihan kept smoking, flipping through the documents with one hand. It seemed that the cigarette between his fingers was more worthy of attention than Ling Luo's problem.
He didn't answer, but just lit some ash in the jade ashtray.
Lao Jiu could only smooth things over in a gentle manner: "Master Ling is here, you sit down, and I won't bother you."
Ling Luo: "Thank you Uncle Jiu."
Ling Luo's clothes are very cool today, so cool that it shouldn't be a match that should appear in this season.
A silk shirt that can be torn easily, jeans that outline the shape of the legs, and a pair of TROUT3 baseball shoes, the whole person looks clean and fresh.
Lao Jiu has been abroad with Fu Sihan for too long, and his horizons are really wide.
He probably understands that Fu Sihan loves many places in Chi Baiwan.
Clean, sincere, regardless of return.
Apart from Chi Baiwan, there was no such pure and gentle person around Fu Sihan.
Lao Jiu has also seen many people throwing themselves into his arms, but this is the first one with such a prominent background as the Ling family.
Lao Jiu sighed for Chi Baiwan in his heart, opened the door and went out.
As soon as the door was closed, Ling Luo disappeared and said, "Mr. Fu, have you forgotten the deal between us? You know that there are secret things around you or I told you. You promised me, and I told you to ambush Who is the spy by your side, you will let our Ling family survive, and let this round of financing between us and the Huo family proceed smoothly."
Fu Sihan lowered his eyes, and said "Yes" noncommittally, "Yes."
Ling Luo didn't expect him to be so eloquent, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Fu Sihan's expression was very strange.
Did he already know who it was, or didn't he care who it was?
No matter what he thought, Ling Luo suddenly had some other thoughts.
"Mr. Fu, I heard that you are well-known TOP1 in foreign circles, and there is a long line of people who want to try with you. However, they can't get close to you, and they won your favor. Have not heard."
Fu Sihan raised his chin slightly, and silently glanced at him with his long and noble eyes.
The meanings in this glance were too complicated, Ling Luo's scalp was numb, and his heart skipped a beat.
Mr. Fu, 28 years old, has eyes like a lion, a tiger, and a falcon. He is so handsome that people feel weak when he looks at him.
Ling Luo bit the bullet and spoke softly: "Why don't you call me baby? I've grown up so much, and no man has ever called me that. I want to hear it too. Say these two words from Mr. Fu's mouth. What does the word feel like."
Fu Sihan just stared at him intently.
Ling Luo's smile is very different from Chi Baiwan's. His lips are very attractive, a little blunt and thick, giving people a very innocent feeling. No matter what he says, he will not be annoying.
But Fu Sihan just hated it.
He hates anyone and imitates Chi Baiwan in front of his eyes.
Not even a little gentle tone.
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Chi Baiwan arrived in front of Fu Sihan's office, wanted to knock on the door, but stopped suddenly.
He was startled by the voice coming from the office, he seemed to have interrupted a strong ambiguity.
Fu Sihan's voice was very indifferent. It could even be said that his tone was colder than ever before. The deep and magnetic voice seemed to seep out of ice, which made Chi Baiwan's heart tremble.
However, he said patiently, "Baby."
Baby?
He's calling someone... baby?
Chi Baiwan couldn't bear it any longer, he opened the door and walked in.
Ling Luo didn't pay attention to Chi Baiwan at all, but froze on the spot: "You...you really call me that?"
No one, no one was called that by Fu Sihan.
Ling Luo's cute rabbit-like eyes flashed a surprised expression, and then swallowed his saliva.
He tremblingly grasped the Lululu in his bag, "Mr. Fu, since you are sincere, then I won't carry it..."
Chi Baiwan saw Ling Luo slowly undo his clothes one by one, turned around, and looked at Chi Baiwan hesitantly.
There was still a tremor in the voice.
"Do you still want to stay here and watch?"
Chi Bai wanted to leave at night, he couldn't see Fu Sihan going to fuck another person in front of him, moaning that person coquettishly, watching their figures lingering all night...
He even heard Fu Sihan call him, baby.
Fu Sihan had never called himself that.
Not even in the most distraught moments.
But Chi Baiwan seemed to be nailed to death on the sofa, his eyes were dazzled by misty tears, Chi Baiwan bit his lip and did not move.
"No, I'll just sit here and watch."
I'll just sit here and watch him sleep with you and watch you do what I'm supposed to do.
then……
and then?
Then obediently go back to the room and wait for his luck?It's better to wait for him to come out and say, Chi Baiwan, I'm tired of you, get out.
Just like a few days ago, Fu Sihan left him on the road, wandering?
What chilled Chi Baiwan the most was that Fu Sihan didn't speak, but just gave him an indifferent glance. Then, holding a Fuchun Mountain House between his fingertips, he got up and stood in front of a huge French window, looking at his business. The territory, one lamp after another, is like a spark that ignites a prairie fire.
He didn't explain to Chi Baiwan.
Chi Baiwan knew it, but he didn't bother to explain.
Ling Luo only cared about one thing, folded his arms, and asked Chi Baiwan in a low voice: "Is he around for a long time? Is he big enough?"
Chi Baiwan couldn't answer Ling Luo, he looked at the beautiful white rose that hadn't faded, put him gently to his mouth, and ate the petals one by one.
Ling Luo stared at him dumbfounded as he finished eating the flowers and put the rose branches in his pocket. His gentle voice was still so nice, but it sounded fragile and heartbroken, "He will satisfy you."
The handsome young man in an ordinary sweater turned and left. He held the rose branch in his palm tightly without saying a word, and quickly disappeared around the corner of the elevator.
Chi Baiwan grabbed the rose branch, letting the thorns pierce his palm until it dripped with blood.
He will satisfy you, Ling Luo.
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Ling Luo has been abroad for a long time, and I've heard that Fu Sihan doesn't like to play these things. It's not so much that he has kept himself clean for many years, it's better to say that his eyes are higher than the top.
Ling Luo is a free love advocate, and I don't know if Chi Baiwan has slept with others before, but Ling Luo has slept with others.
Therefore, it is not impossible to have a one-night stand with Fu Sihan. If you can have sex with him once, you can also use it to show off.
Fu Sihan's voice came from the French windows.
"Tell me, who is that eyeliner."
"You dress like this, do you really want me to fuck you?"
"Otherwise?" Ling Luo smiled, "I never tell lies, I want to try to have sex with you once, I'm not at a loss, I'm an adult, why bother to be so serious."
Ling Luo said pointingly: "Except for the canary you keep at home, he might be really sad."
Fu Sihan said indifferently: "I will explain to him."
Ling Luo sighed: "But this baby, I really enjoyed listening to it. Just these two words, I can tell who you are."
Ling Luo spread his hand over his mouth and whispered, "I said it was Chi Baiwan, do you believe it?"
Fu Sihan didn't speak, which was expected by Ling Luo.
Ling Luo: "You don't believe me?"
But Fu Sihan took out a monitor pen from his suit pocket in the next second, and said in a cold voice: "I didn't want to use this method, Ling Luo, you delivered it yourself. Guess, if this audio leaks Go out, will Huo Jue marry you? Will your Ling family and Huo family live in harmony?"
Ling Luo suddenly felt creepy, "You..."
Fu Sihan actually hid the monitor?
He admitted that he was a little scared.
However, Ling Luo quickly hooked his lips and smiled.
Fu Sihan used all means to achieve his goal, but he, Ling Luo, had already achieved his goal.
Now that Chi Baiwan knew that Fu Sihan slept with him, isn't that great?
In this way, Chi Baiwan can be completely owned by the Ling family.
It's time to find the memory he lost.
Ling Luo thought, he kills two birds with one stone.
Fu Sihan lowered his eyes and didn't even look at Ling Luo, as if scolding a despicable villain, "Get out."
Ling Luo readily accepted, he was not a fussy person, he would sleep if he didn't sleep, no one had ever slept with Fu Sihan in the first place.
But before leaving, he glanced back at Fu Sihan: "Aren't you going to call your little lover?"
Fu Sihan looked at the thousands of lights outside the window, and the vehicles passing by on the viaduct were speeding like lightning. Only those in high positions can appreciate such a scenery.
"Don't fight." Fu Sihan's voice was deep and trembling, "Let him adjust this unnecessary fragile emotion."