Once it started raining in the northern city in the autumn, it often didn't stop for a while. It was cold and gloomy with overcast weather.
Pedestrians hurried past on the street, holding umbrellas, and cars splashed small amounts of water as they passed by.
Sang Qiao squatted under the eaves at the street corner, his trench coat's hood pulled up, patiently waiting for Fu Xingzhou to take him back home.
Though the eaves above his head could shield some of the rain, some water still managed to trickle down, chilling his head.
Sang Qiao had only had a large apple from the mental hospital since morning and was shivering from the cold at the moment.
Ah, so cold.
If only he had stayed at the mental hospital for lunch.
Sang Qiao waited for ten or twenty more minutes, with no intention of urging Fu Xingzhou.
After all, Mr. Fu was a busy person, and the northern city was so large. The fact that he could spare the time to personally come and pick him up made Sang Qiao very moved.
Sang Qiao sneezed, took out his phone to check the time, and leaned against the wall with his clothes wrapped tightly around him, playing a game on his phone with his head down.
This game needs card draws, and card draws require money.
Sang Qiao had just topped up 200 yuan a few days ago, but he didn't even draw a single SSR card.
However, Sang Qiao's financial situation was a bit better than before. Shivering in the rain, he convinced himself for two minutes and then, trembling, topped up another 200 yuan in the game.
Just after topping up, he hadn't even drawn a card.
A black umbrella opened over Sang Qiao's head.
The rain that was originally rolling down the eaves was blocked by the umbrella.
Sang Qiao was startled for a moment and instinctively looked up.
The umbrella was large, with a heavy and spacious black canopy.
When it hit his head, there was a sense of security as if it could cover the sun.
Fu Xingzhou stood next to him, holding the umbrella with one hand, wearing a pure black coat similar in color to the umbrella, and standing tall and straight, blocking the direction of the wind.
Sang Qiao immediately put his phone in his pocket and stood against the wall, smiling: "Manager Fu, you came so quickly?"
Fu Xingzhou shifted the umbrella towards Sang Qiao, with a somewhat disapproving look in his eyes: "What did you call me?"
Sang Qiao: "???"
Sang Qiao was shameless by nature and would not call someone "husband" unless he was in a pitiful situation.
He rolled his eyes and smiled as he stood next to the person: "Fu Xingzhou, aren't you busy today? Thank you for coming to save my life."
In fact, Fu Xingzhou was very busy today, turning down at least three waves of invitations and waiting at home for Sang Qiao.
However, Sang Qiao did not return home, so Fu Xingzhou made the call.
To his surprise, he found Sang Qiao looking so pitiful.
And he didn't even call him "husband" properly.
Fu Xingzhou put on a stern face, took off his coat and covered Sang Qiao with it, then turned around: "Get in the car."
Sang Qiao: "……"
He tried so hard to get close to this person, but he's so indifferent.
This is probably what rich people are like.
Sang Qiao quickly analyzed himself, touched his nose with self-awareness, and obediently climbed into the car behind Fu Xingzhou.
Fu Xingzhou's car was completely different from the wild style of the Maserati from before.
Parked on the street was a three-box Maybach, pure black and understated in design.
Sang Qiao, wet, squeezed into the front passenger seat of the car under Fu Xingzhou's umbrella, and eagerly watched Fu Xingzhou getting into the car from the other side.
He wanted to ask Fu Xingzhou if he could turn on the air conditioning in the car.
But before Sang Qiao could speak, the air conditioning in the car had already turned on.
Sang Qiao: "……"
The temperature was warm, not too cold or too dry.
The sound of the engine starting was very light and gentle in the rain.
Sang Qiao carefully folded Fu Xingzhou's coat and neatly handed it over, folding it even better than the staff at the dry cleaner's.
Then he carefully glanced at Fu Xingzhou, who was driving, and stealthily handed over the coat to him, little by little, starting pushing it.
Only halfway through pushing it, Fu Xingzhou's cold and indifferent voice sounded: "Put it on."
Sang Qiao: "……"
Sang Qiao wasn't very willing. It was a bit too hot, so he said with pursed lips, "It's okay, the air conditioning is on."
Fu Xingzhou turned the steering wheel: "Don't make me say it a second time."
Sang Qiao: "……Oh."
Rich people really are so fierce.
Sang Qiao put on the coat again.
Fu Xingzhou glanced at the seatbelt on Sang Qiao, then looked away, changing the subject: "Why did you come here?"
This was the Fourth Ring Road North, their new house, or more accurately speaking, the villa where Sang Qiao was staying, was a half-hour drive from here.
Naturally, Sang Qiao wouldn't tell Fu Xingzhou that he had come to get medicine, and made up a story: "I came with some other friends, they wanted to buy something."
Fu Xingzhou asked: "Which friend?"
Sang Qiao made up a name: "A trainee I met on a show, you don't know them."
Fu Xingzhou turned on the wipers: "Oh? What's their name?"
Sang Qiao: "……"
Today, has Fu Xingzhou lost money for the company? Or did he eat the barbell?
You're so annoying.
Sang Qiao thought and couldn't come up with a reliable name, so he had to drag his roommate out and lay blame on him: "Call Jiang Kai, it's that Jiang with the grass character at the beginning, and 'kai' as in 'open the door for good luck!'"
Fu Xingzhou had already thoroughly investigated Sang Qiao's roommate, even knowing about Jiang Kai's grandfather's job as a knife sharpener. Upon hearing this, he finally eased his mind a bit and stopped asking questions.
Sang Qiao quickly took out his phone and chatted with Jiang Kai at lightning speed.
Muyou Qiao: In or not in? In or not in? In or not in!
Jiang Jiangxiangle: What's up?
Muyou Qiao: If someone asks you what you did today, say that you were with me in the morning, and we went to the north Fourth Ring Road! Got it?!
Muyou Qiao: After it's done, I'll recharge your game! Clapping hands
Jiang Jiang Xiang opened up: ojbk, done! Who's on your tail? It's just one day off and they have to check. They're begging for a scolding.
Sang Qiao was also very upset, typing away sadly.
Muyou Qiao: Yeah, I'm the culprit.
Jiang Jiang Xiang opened up: ...
Jiang Kai was silent for a moment and then replied.
Jiang Jiang Xiang opened up: Say hi to my rich uncle for me. Does my rich uncle need an adopted son? Anxiously waiting
Muyou Qiao: ???
Sang Qiao hadn't finished battling with Jiang Kai yet.
Fu Xingzhou, sitting next to him, looked over again and said, "Don't look at your phone in the car; it's bad for your eyes."
Sang Qiao could only fire off a few quick retorts, then put his phone in his pocket, and placed his hands neatly on his knees, looking like a child waiting for the teacher to give him an apple.
Fu Xingzhou's eyes lingered on Sang Qiao's slender fingers for a moment, then he spoke in a low voice, "You said you wanted to buy clothes before?"
Sang Qiao suddenly remembered Huang Hui's shirt and patted his head, "Yes, yes! It's a long string of English words, so hard to pronounce."
Fu Xingzhou stopped the car on the side of the road and turned around, "Let me see."
Sang Qiao took out his phone again, opened the memo, and showed Fu Xingzhou the name of the brand, described the style of the clothing, and emphasized, "I want to buy size XL!"
Fu Xingzhou was quite familiar with this brand.
When he came to the city earlier this year to hold a big show, both the venue and the sponsorship were negotiated with the Fu family.
But with Sang Qiao's body, he definitely couldn't wear XL-sized clothes.
The pajamas and casual wear that Sang Qiao wore to the competition were all handpicked by Fu Xingzhou. Not only the size of the tops but also the waist and pants length were customized in meticulous detail.
Fu Xingzhou furrowed his brows almost imperceptibly, "175-sized clothes, who do you want to buy them for?"
Sang Qiao, undeterred, stood tall and said to Fu Xingzhou, "I just want to wear two sizes bigger, boyfriend… boyfriend-style!"
Fu Xingzhou: …
Fu Xingzhou was silent for two seconds and switched to using a Chinese name for Sang Qiao, "Boyfriend fashion?"
Sang Qiao didn't feel ashamed of his lack of culture at all, and showed a big smile, "Yes, yes, yes. I think peacock blue suits me very well, but I went to the store of this brand and they don’t have it. Fu Xingzhou, do you know where I can buy it?"
Some luxury brands don't display all their clothes and bags, and you need to spend a certain amount to get the exclusive style introduced by the salesperson.
Fu Xingzhou looked into Sang Qiao's bright eyes, then downwards to his somewhat pale lips.
They were very enticing lips.
When the owner of the lips was sick and had a fever, they appeared vibrant yet dry. The touch remained soft.
It just so happened that it was pouring rain.
Sang Qiao didn't notice the flash of darkness in Fu Xingzhou's eyes. He even reached out and lightly touched the man's cuff, compromising and said, "If the clothes are particularly expensive, just deduct it from my allowance."
Fu Xingzhou: …
Fu Xingzhou took a deep breath, looked down at the position between his legs under the steering wheel.
Fortunately, the suit was loose and there was no visible sign.
But it was painful.
Fu Xingzhou's voice carried a trace of imperceptible hoarseness, “No need.”
Sang Qiao: Huh?
Fu Xingzhou's expression darkened, rolling the Maybach off the side of the road, "No need to buy. The brand's branch in the city will send the full set of new products for the next season tonight. If you like it, just try them.”
Sang Qiao: ??
Sang Qiao was dumbfounded.
He just wanted to buy a piece of clothing to make up for Huang Hui, not to wear some boyfriend fashion.
If Fu Xingzhou really had the brand send him a piece according to XL size for every item, he'd definitely wear it!
The translation of the provided text is as follows:
"Discontented look on Sangqiao's face.
After pondering for a long time, Sangqiao reached out and poked Fu Xingzhou, speaking in a super soft and sweet tone, saying, "Honey, besides that one shirt, can the store send other sizes for the rest of the clothes?"
Fu Xingzhou was almost driven off the green belt by Sangqiao calling him "honey."
Just as he turned the corner, he hit a red light.
Fu Xingzhou swallowed hard, and said in a deep voice, "Fine, I'll have them send a set for each size."
The author has something to say:
Fu Xingzhou: Who bought matching outfits for his wife and his love rival with his own hands?
Fu Xingzhou: It was me.
Fu Xingzhou: I'm really foolish, truly.
Qiao Qiao: Still presenting flowers to Director Fu today【Passing】
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Tomorrow is the end of the National Day holiday=3= Everyone, fighting for work and school!
Good night, muah!