Chapter 42: Deliver Boy in Porsche

Translator: Flying Lines

Lu was absent-minded at the meeting in the morning, and he kept thinking of the indifferent expression of Fang when the guy looked at him. Feeling slightly hurt, Lu began to miss that Fang Qiao of the past who used to be stupid but cute.

As soon as the meeting ended at noon, Lu went to Fang’s shop immediately. He didn’t know which shop Fang was in at the moment, so he sent a text message to ask before setting off, but he didn’t get any reply, and had to go to these shops separately.

Lu had travelled between the two shops every day when he had been looking for Fang some days ago. So he was quite familiar with it, and even figured out routes to avoid heavy traffic.

Now it happened to be lunch time, Lu stopped by the restaurant that Fang liked halfway, and packed some food for Fang.

However, when he got to Fang’s shop, Fang gave him the cold-shoulder again. Lu asked, “Why didn’t you reply to my message?”

Fang even didn’t raise his eyelids, “My phone was out of power.”

The moment he finished that, Fang got a massage, and his phone-screen was lit. Just so awkward!

Casting a glance at the fried prawns in Lu’s hand, Fang said, “Just leave now, and I don’t like prawns.”

“Then what do you want to eat? I can buy tomorrow.” Lu was attentive.

“Your pig hooves! (In Chinese, “A pig hoof” is used by women to refer to womanizers.)

Fang had said it just to send Lu away, but he didn’t expect Lu should really bring a bowl of braised pork trotters to his shop the next day.

Now that “the pork hoof” invited him to eat the real pork trotters, Fang accepted reluctantly.

Lu was greatly encouraged, and he insisted on bringing food to Fang’s shop every noon in the following days, and enjoyed the process very much.

The new clerk took Lu as a delivery boy, and he kept sighing with emotion to Fang, saying ‘Now the food delivery is just so booming that a delivery boy could even deliver food in his Porsche.”

The words broadened Fang’s management concept immediately, and Fang launched the “Mr. Fang’s Home Service” just a couple of days later. Besides, he hired the most handsome deliver boys of the city to deliver cakes, and the hotline of his shop got jammed within days.

“The delivery boy”-Lu still kept coming to see Fang every day, and Fang finally couldn’t control himself on the tenth day. He put down the cake he was making and asked, “Mr. Lu, I’m no longer a star of your company, and our —sponsor-lover-relationship has ended as well. So why do you keep coming to see me?”

Lu was honest, “I want to see you.”

“But I don’t.”

“Why?”

“It’s gonna keep me from finding a boyfriend”, Fang lowered his head, and didn’t look at Lu, “I want to be in a relationship, a real one.”

Actually, Lu had lots of things he wanted to say, but fell into silence again in front of the topic.

“Just go, and don’t come any more.” Fang sighed, knowing he couldn’t get the answer he desired from the guy. He went on making his cake after collecting himself.

Lu didn’t leave as Fang had demanded, but instead stood beside Fang and watched the guy quietly without saying anything.

Fang’s thoughts grew more and more confused under Lu’s constant gaze. When he had travelled alone some days ago, he had persuaded himself not to have any contact with Lu any longer. He had thought that it would make no difference to Lu with or without him, since the guy got various lovers to choose from. Even if the guy was slightly reluctant to let go of him, the affection wouldn’t last long.

However, he hadn’t expected Lu could grow so clingy to him just like a piece of sticky candy that was hard to get rid of. It wasn’t like him before. Fang was afraid if the guy went on this way, he couldn’t help but become softhearted, and then fell into the same old trap again.

Fang was lost in thought, and he accidentally squeezed the cream used to decorate cakes out onto his hand while clearing up things. As soon as Lu saw the mess, he pulled out a tissue and handed it over immediately. Fang didn’t pick it up, but stuck out his tongue and licked the cream on his finger.

Lu gasped, and many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

Closing his eyes, Lu tried to drive the dirty thoughts out of his mind. He said seriously, “Actually, I’m here for something serious.”

“What?”

“I’ll have my 30th birthday next month, so I want to book a cake here.”

Fang wouldn’t refuse any business, so he asked Lu, “What size?”

“Don’t have to be big. Just for two.”

“What style?”

“What do you like?”

“Ah?” Fang raised his head in confusion.

“No….I mean you can recommend one to me.”

Lu had been dawdling in Fang’s shop for quite a long while and finally decided on the style of the cake. He didn’t leave until he couldn’t find any other excuse to stay any longer.

In the evening Lu lay on his bed feeling lonely. As soon as he closed his eyes, the scene of Fang licking cream today just appeared in his mind.

In his mind, Fang was licking the finger softly with his pink tongue while looking at him with teary eyes, and then Fang sucked the cream into his mouth bit by bit.

While imagining, Lu couldn’t help putting his hand into his underwear to keep rubbing his little bro. He hadn’t relieved himself sexually since last time he stayed overnight at Fang’s home. So soon some creamy stuff shot out.

Lu, the big boss, hadn’t done it, manually, for many years, and when he felt his wet underwear, he got ashamed for the moment.