President Fu Is Great at Pretending, and the Frail Young Master Has No Way to Deal With Him - Chapter 19

Gu Wenning looked steadily at Fu Yanhe for a few seconds, moved his lips slightly, and spit out an answer that Fu Yanhe wasn’t happy to hear.

“No.”

“Mr. Fu, you should do things in moderation and not overdo it.”

If he still wanted to sleep in his bed, where would Gu Wenning sleep?

Sleep together?

No, he wouldn’t be taken advantage of!

Although Gu Wenning had been hugged by Fu Yanhe several times, it seemed he had been taken advantage of. But there were reasons for everything, and it couldn’t be regarded as being taken advantage of.

At least when Gu Wenning was conscious, it was impossible for him to take the initiative to invite someone with evil thoughts about him, someone with ulterior motives, to sleep with him. Wouldn’t that be a proper way to “lead the wolf into the house”? He would be inviting a big pervert.

Anyone with a thin skin would have been blushing and feeling embarrassed at that moment, but Fu Yanhe was different. He was so thick-skinned that there was no trace of embarrassment on his face. Instead, he said confidently, “When enough is enough, it depends on the situation. To pursue the person you like, you have to know how to go beyond the limits. Otherwise, how can I get my wife back?”

Gu Wenning was speechless.

At Gu Wenning’s prompt, Fu Yanhe found a set of pyjamas, which were the same style as the ones Gu Wenning was wearing. Even the colour was the same. They were simple and plain. Pyjamas were generally made to be roomy, but when Fu Yanhe wore them, they didn’t feel too loose; they just felt tight.

This was normal. Fu Yanhe was taller than Gu Wenning, and the clothes he wore weren’t all the same size. Gu Wenning bought pyjamas in his own size. Of course, they didn’t fit well on Fu Yanhe; they were barely acceptable but not bad.

“Honey, are these the pyjamas you wore?”

When Fu Yanhe first picked up the pyjamas, he thought that if these were the pyjamas his wife had worn, he would be wearing something his wife had worn. These were a couple pyjamas; it was the same set and even had been worn by his wife. He could chat with his wife about it.

Gu Wenning glanced at him and said calmly, “No.”

In fact, it was a set of pyjamas he had bought too many of. Gu Wenning didn’t have a habit of buying two identical items, and because he was too lazy to return them, he had kept them.

But since the pyjamas were washed, Gu Wenning let Fu Yanhe wear them.

Fu Yanhe sighed silently.

Suddenly, he moved closer to Gu Wenning and complained in a low voice, “This underwear is too small, my wife. You can buy two sizes larger in the future.”

The pyjamas Fu Yanhe wore belonged to Gu Wenning, and the underwear was also new underwear provided by Gu Wenning. Before going out, Fu Yanhe had never thought he could “break into the house,” so he hadn’t brought anything else except himself. If he had brought something, Gu Wenning would definitely have felt that he had been planning for a long time, and it might have backfired, preventing him from staying.

Gu Wenning’s face suddenly turned red, even the roots of his ears.

For a moment, he felt angry, embarrassed, and a little depressed.

Although he wasn’t as big as Fu Yanhe at first glance, he still felt angry and thought he was being ridiculed for no reason.

And why would he buy underwear that was two sizes too big? How could Fu Yanhe make such a request to him as a matter of course, just because he wanted to get married?

What a big face.

“One thing Mr. Fu needs to understand is that I am not an employee of your company, and there is no need to listen to your arrangements.”

Fu Yanhe tilted his head as if puzzled and said, “But you are my wife. Of course, my wife has to buy such a private item like underwear.”

“Don’t you know how to buy it yourself?” Gu Wenning raised his voice slightly, and a hint of helplessness and doubt flashed in his beautiful eyes.

‘If you had a wife, wouldn’t you even buy your own underwear?’

“I already have a wife; why should I buy it myself?”

Fu Yanhe looked matter-of-fact, and his words were filled with pride, as if having a wife was such a great thing, and he was beaming with joy.

“That’s okay. Wife, you buy it for me, and I’ll buy your underwear. This way, my wife won’t have to work so hard. One person doesn’t have to buy for two people.”

Fu Yanhe said enthusiastically, his tone filled with joy.

Just thinking about it made him happy. He could buy underwear for his wife and dress him up according to his own wishes.

That scene, ah! He couldn’t think about it in detail, because if he did, it would turn into dangerous subject.

Gu Wenning couldn’t help but roll his eyes and said in a cool tone, “According to Mr. Fu, then I have to thank Mr. Fu for his consideration?”

Instead of buying two people’s underwear, he only needed to buy one person’s pants. It sounded so considerate and thoughtful.

Fu Yanhe was stunned but didn’t realize that there was a bit of yin and yang in Gu Wenning’s words. He was obviously connoting him and mocking him. He said happily, “No, no, no, it’s my duty to be considerate to my wife. You don’t need to say thank you, wife.”

Gu Wenning took a breath and felt that he had too much time to discuss who should buy underwear with a crazy guy who kept yelling about wife at night.

If he had this free time to talk about random things, he might as well sleep.

Gu Wenning pointed to a cabinet in the corner and told Fu Yanhe that there were spare sheets and quilts inside. Then he laid down and closed his eyes to sleep.

Several bad things had happened that day, which made him feel tired. If it weren’t for the cold jokes told by Fu Yanhe, which cheered Gu Wenning up a little, he might have fallen asleep by then.

Seeing this, Fu Yanhe said “good night” and left quietly. He found a medium-thick blanket in the cabinet, spread it on the sofa, and found a quilt, both for cushion and cover. But there was no pillow yet.

Fu Yanhe went back to the bedroom, his eyes stopped for a while on a SpongeBob plush doll that was half a meter tall and standing arrogantly on the bedside, only ten centimetres away from Gu Wenning’s head. He was already jealous inside. His face was beyond recognition, twisted and ugly.

Damn it, before he climbed into his wife’s bed and slept with him head-to-head and feet to toes, a little doll had actually done it in front of him. It could appear on his wife’s bed openly and boldly. How dare it occupy that part of the bed? Why was it allowed?

Did it sleep there just because it was cute?

Obviously, he could be too.

But his wife just didn’t give him a chance to climb into bed.