Fake Young Master Acts Weak and Attacks the Disabled Tycoon

Chapter 5: Seducing The Boss.

“Ahem ahem ahem, sorry, sorry boss, cough cough, very sorry.”

Yu He quickly put the water bottle in the corner and tried to suppress his coughing. He squatted down to pat the water off Fu Yunzheng’s body. Amidst his own choking, he seemed to hear Fu Yunzheng sigh.

This is a disaster. The job is ruined.

Can it not be ruined? He choked on water and splashed the boss all over, soaking the boss.

Fortunately, Fu Yunzheng had a piece of camel wool blanket on his legs. Yu He lifted the blanket, shook it, and wiped the water off Fu Yunzheng’s body with the dry part.

“Cough, cough, cough, is there still any water on you?” Yu He raised his head and unexpectedly met Fu Yunzheng’s gaze.

Fu Yunzheng’s expression was calm, as if he didn’t think it was a big deal, but also like the calm before a storm.

It was said that Fu Yunzheng was very sensitive about his injured leg after his disability, which was why he always covered it with a blanket. Anyone who looked at it too much would be in big trouble. And yet, Yu He had just lifted it like that… His heart skipped a beat and he froze in place, waiting for Fu Yunzheng’s anger.

Fu Yunzheng reached out his hand, and Yu He was like a small white mouse caught by a snake, his muscles tense and unable to move.

The warm hand fell beside Yu He’s nose, and Fu Yunzheng used his thumb to wipe away the water below Yu He’s nose as if dealing with a mischievous child.

Not only was he not angry, he seemed to be indulging Yu He.

Fu Yunzheng said, “You have a runny nose.”

Yu He remained silent.

Fu Yunzheng took the blanket back from Yu He’s hands, casually flicked the tassel, and discreetly wiped his hands with the woollen blanket.

Yu He remained silent.

If he said that Fu Yunzheng was disgusted with him, Fu Yunzheng wouldn’t wipe his nose with his hand.

If he said that Fu Yunzheng wasn’t disgusted with him, Fu Yunzheng wouldn’t secretly wipe his hands.

If you just wipe it openly, how could I blame you?

Yu He opened his mouth, but couldn’t decide where to start, and stood up. “Let me accompany you to change your clothes,” he said.

Fu Yunzheng’s mood suddenly improved, and he nodded. “Let’s go to my room.”

After washing his hands, Fu Yunzheng turned and walked past Yu He, who was still standing there in a daze.

As he followed along, Yu He walked into the bedroom and noticed his mouth was dry.

It was on this bed that he had relentlessly demanded too much from Fu Yunzheng last night.

Yu He had never been with anyone else before, neither on top nor on the bottom, and he didn’t know if it was just naturally this comfortable, or if it was due to his extreme compatibility with Fu Yunzheng.

Fu Yunzheng’s wheelchair stopped, “What are you following me for?”

Yu He half squatted down, supporting the armrest of Fu Yunzheng’s wheelchair, looking straight at him, “To serve you.”

Fu Yunzheng was in a really good mood today, completely different from his gloominess and depression last night.

There was a hint of a smile in his eyes, and his gaze passed over Yu He and looked at the blanket in the laundry basket, asking back, “Do you know how to serve someone?”