President Fu Is Great at Pretending, and the Frail Young Master Has No Way to Deal With Him

Gu Wenning was not someone who would suffer a loss. Originally, if Fu Yanhe had not been there, he could have watched it for as long as he wanted. From tonight to tomorrow morning, it would have been no problem—unless he fell asleep in the middle of it.

Now that Fu Yanhe was in charge and his time to watch TV was limited, Gu Wenning felt a little depressed, but he also knew that Fu Yanhe was doing it for his own good. So, even if Gu Wenning was not so willing, he still lay down obediently after being carried into the bedroom.

Fu Yanhe thought for a moment and then said, “Come on, say it.”

An episode of SpongeBob SquarePants lasted about twenty minutes, cut from beginning to end, and it would end at 11:30. By then, his wife would have watched it and could sleep happily without getting into trouble.

Fu Yanhe pricked up his ears in anticipation.

Gu Wenning pursed his lower lip lightly, closed his eyes, and, with a brave expression on his face, said in a soft and delicate voice, “Gege.”

Wasn’t it just a title? He could just shout it, and it wouldn’t cost him anything.

However, Gu Wenning’s ears burned uncontrollably.

A title that seemed to have no special meaning could become different if it was called out by different people, to different objects, and in different situations.

For example, now—it was charming.

Fu Yanhe’s soul wandered for a moment.

It was nice to hear.

It sounded great.

The finish was soft and truly pleasant.

It was a pity he hadn’t recorded it with his mobile phone.

“I didn’t hear you clearly. Wife, it doesn’t count. Please call me again, okay?”

Fu Yanhe tried to cheat.

However, Gu Wenning didn’t fall for it this time. He glanced at him lightly and said in a calm tone, “That’s your problem. Why should I take responsibility?”

In fact, Gu Wenning felt that Fu Yanhe had heard it. Otherwise, why would he be smiling so happily?

Fu Yanhe wrinkled his face and sighed quietly in his heart.

His wife was too smart to be fooled. It was hard to gain anything. He always saw through him halfway through.

But no matter how difficult it was to fool his wife; it would be even harder for anyone else. That way, no one could lure his wife away with wild flowers and weeds outside.

He knew that his wife had been the star of the department since entering Beijing University and was very popular.

If others liked his wife, it was because they had good taste. After all, the shine of beautiful people and things was hard to cover up. But his wife could only be his, and everyone else had to step aside.

Fu Yanhe was a little disappointed when the trick didn’t work, but he still fulfilled his promise. He took Gu Wenning out, finished the remaining three minutes of the SpongeBob episode they had been watching, and even watched another episode.

After all this fuss, the time came to half past eleven, and this time, Gu Wenning had to go to bed.

Gu Wenning was quite satisfied and went to sleep obediently.

Before Fu Yanhe hugged him, Gu Wenning stood up and walked to the bedroom.

Fu Yanhe, who was a step slower, looked longingly at Gu Wenning’s back as he turned away without hesitation. He felt a little angry with himself and couldn’t help but beat his chest.

He had been so mesmerized. Now it was too late—he couldn’t hold his wife anymore.

Then Fu Yanhe remembered that he still had the goodnight kiss, so he quickly ran into the bedroom again, hugged Gu Wenning, and kissed him on the cheek.

“Good night, wife.”

Fu Yanhe not only wanted to take care of Gu Wenning personally but also wanted to ask for a goodnight kiss from him.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Gu Wenning expectantly.

“Honey, where’s my kiss? You have to give me a kiss too. It’s only fair that you and I do it in turn.”

Fu Yanhe was a shrewd businessman who knew how to fight for his own interests. In addition to talking and laughing at the negotiation table, he also worked hard to get more benefits for himself with Gu Wenning.

Under the warm light, the backlit man’s brows and eyes looked even more profound. Gu Wenning’s heart skipped a beat. He didn’t want to refuse and simply followed his heart, kissing Fu Yanhe.

“Okay, I’m going to bed. Mr. Fu should also rest as soon as possible.”

Gu Wenning pretended to be calm as he issued the evacuation order. His eyes wandered for a moment before returning to their natural state.

Fu Yanhe, overwhelmed by surprise, was basically in a state where whatever Gu Wenning said, he agreed. He nodded, covered the half of his face that had been kissed, and left.

Exactly three minutes later, Fu Yanhe’s mind returned to him after he had left. He had an urge to sing loudly in his heart. His heart surged, and he could not control his excitement.

Kissed!

His wife had kissed him!

It was his wife who had taken the initiative to kiss him!

The first time!

If his wife had shifted from passive to active, it meant he must like him more.

Absolutely yes, definitely yes, without a doubt.

He understood his wife’s temperament; he was not someone who compromised easily.

If he could seduce his wife with just a few words, then he would be happy with it. Unfortunately, he didn’t have that skill, and he wasn’t the reincarnation of a vixen.

Therefore, his wife must have kissed him because he liked him—it couldn’t have been for any other reason.

Fu Yanhe came up with a set of logic that was very smooth, at least in his opinion. He was so happy that he had the words “joyful” written all over his body.

As soon as he felt happy, Fu Yanhe wanted to express his joy by posting on WeChat Moments.

Fu Yanhe was a man of action. If he wanted to post on WeChat Moments, he did so immediately.

[The stars and moon are shining tonight, and the goodnight kiss from my wife is more moving than the moonlight.]

He simply wanted to tell his relatives and friends about his latest relationship progress, so he had no intention of showing off—at least, that’s what Fu Yanhe told himself insincerely.

As for his circle of friends, it didn’t take long for someone to see the post.

Mrs. Fu, who was far away from home, nodded happily. She felt that her eldest son was finally of some use. The good genes inherited from his parents had not been wasted. He was tall, handsome, and had a sharp tongue. It seemed that the old Fu family would soon have a new member.

But for some people, their mood was not so wonderful.

Under the same night sky, some people were deeply in love with one another, while some could only have unrequited love.

Unrequited love was not the most heartbreaking thing—being disliked for one’s age was.

Why didn’t Old Fu’s partner dislike his old age?

Xuan Chiyi was extremely depressed.