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

After all, Gu Wenning was not Fu Yanhe. He was not that thick-skinned, so he didn’t want to smell others like an idiot like Fu Yanhe, at least not at that time.

Fu Yanhe had expected this and wasn’t disappointed. Instead, he started planning with great interest.

Opportunities were best if they existed. If they didn’t exist, they had to be created. A good life was achieved through struggle, and personal happiness had to be fought for.

After entering the room and just putting on his slippers, Gu Wenning was blocked by Fu Yanhe and pressed against the wall. Fu Yanhe kissed him for a long time, leaving him with no choice.

Fu Yanhe really loved kissing against the wall and other things.

Who wouldn’t want to corner his wife and kiss him passionately and deeply, unless it was someone who didn’t have a wife?

But Fu Yanhe was not one of those people; he had a wife and wasn’t alone.

So, he thought about it too much, thinking about it every day.

Their breaths intertwined, their lips and teeth touched, and occasionally their teeth collided, all driven by instinctive throbbing.

When there was only a thin amount of oxygen left in Gu Wenning’s chest, he finally couldn’t help but protest and pushed the person away.

Gu Wenning’s eyes were red, with a faint blush remaining in the corners of his eyes. His mutton-fat white jade-like face had a light pink hue, and his lips were red and swollen, with a moist glow.

Fu Yanhe held Gu Wenning’s face with one hand, wiping his thumb from the temple to his lips. His bright black eyes were filled with a condensed darkness.

He moved slowly, got closer, and put their foreheads together. In a low, muted voice, he sincerely and seriously made his request: “Do it again, okay?”

Without waiting for Gu Wenning’s consent, Fu Yanhe put his lips together again and sealed it with a kiss, blocking Gu Wenning’s unspoken disagreement.

Almost every kiss, except for the brief ones, any longer and deeper kiss, whether intense or gentle, was a bit too much for Gu Wenning.

At first, he hadn’t known how to breathe during the kissing process, but now, with some experience, his thoughts couldn’t keep up with his actions. He was always fascinated by being kissed and didn’t know what was going on.

Fu Yanhe, however, was still measured, and when Gu Wenning’s cheeks turned red, he ended it thoughtfully and in a timely manner.

Gu Wenning pursed his lips, which were a little sore from being disturbed, and glanced sideways at the cheerful Fu Yanhe.

He thought Mr. Fu was a weird kisser. Ever since their first kiss, it was as though some switch had been turned on. Fu Yanhe was always thinking about kissing, and it was impossible not to kiss him several times a day.

They had obviously kissed each other in the car before, but as soon as they came back, they kissed again—twice.

If he included sneak attacks, kisses on the face, between the eyebrows, etc., the number of times was even greater.

This wasn’t what a kisser did.

Gu Wenning secretly cursed in his heart.

On the other hand, Fu Yanhe didn’t know what Gu Wenning was thinking. If he did, not only would he not be embarrassed, but he would also admit it frankly.

He just wanted to kiss his wife more. What could be wrong with that?

Besides, his wife didn’t refuse. If he didn’t refuse, he was acquiescing.

After Fu Yanhe’s persistence, more than a month later, he finally got the right to stay overnight again. Although he could only sleep on the sofa, Fu Yanhe was not picky.

Even if he slept on the sofa, his wife’s sofa was the best place to sleep.

The luxurious bed at home was nice, but not good enough. Without his wife, what was the point of just sleeping in it?

But it would be even better if one day he could lay on the big golden bed at home with his wife.

If he wanted to stay overnight, he would naturally wash up. After Fu Yanhe came out of the shower, he saw Gu Wenning sitting on a single-seat lazy sofa watching TV and walked over without saying a word.

Under the warm yellow light, Gu Wenning held his chin with one hand and sat cross-legged lazily. From his brow to his collarbone, as well as his exposed ankles, his skin was dazzling white, shrouded in light. He looked gentle, beautiful, and delicate.

Fu Yanhe walked over, wearing the same loose pyjamas with a Spongebob pattern on them as Gu Wenning. His hair was still wet with moisture. After finding the hair dryer with ease, he asked Gu Wenning to help him blow dry his hair.

Gu Wenning, who was watching SpongeBob SquarePants with great interest, didn’t notice Fu Yanhe speaking at first. It wasn’t until such a large humanoid creature stood in front of him, blocking his view of the TV, that Gu Wenning looked up at a handsome face with aggrieved eyes.

“Honey, does SpongeBob look good?”

Gu Wenning nodded slightly, hesitantly.

The reason he hesitated was that Gu Wenning wasn’t sure what Fu Yanhe was trying to express.

“Is it good-looking, or am I good-looking?” Fu Yanhe asked again.

His pursed lips already revealed a bit of dissatisfaction.

Humph, it was just SpongeBob SquarePants. No matter how beautiful it was, it couldn’t be as good as him.

Gu Wenning carefully stared at Fu Yanhe for more than ten seconds. The man was as tall as a pine tree, with clear, handsome eyebrows, strong and handsome facial features, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. The muscles exposed on his arms were beautiful and textured. In terms of appearance and figure, he was impeccable. In terms of good-looking, of course, Fu Yanhe was good-looking.

If compared to SpongeBob…

As soon as he noticed Gu Wenning’s scrutinizing gaze, Fu Yanhe silently adjusted his posture to show his most charming side in front of Gu Wenning.

“Mr. Fu is better looking,” Gu Wenning said softly.

Although SpongeBob was also good-looking, it was good-looking in terms of the storyline. In terms of appearance, Gu Wenning had always felt that SpongeBob was cute and interesting.

Fu Yanhe’s brows suddenly lit up with joy, and a surprised smile broke out on his lips.

He won. He was better looking than SpongeBob. This wasn’t something he said himself. It was verified by his wife himself, or the answer he gave after careful consideration.

He just knew that his wife had him in his heart.

How could his looks, his charm, and his love for his wife be matched by SpongeBob SquarePants?

Obviously, of course, his wife would choose him.

“My wife is also good-looking, no, he’s the prettiest.”

As Fu Yanhe spoke, he bent down and touched Gu Wenning’s cheeks, getting close and clingy.

“Can my wife blow dry my hair?” Fu Yanhe took the opportunity to ask.