𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐭

Chapter 112

After many years

…

It was a winter morning that was no different from usual.

Su Zening stretched out from Fu Xiao’s arms.

Fu Xiao opened his eyes, and patted Su Zening’s thin and fair back.

Su Zening closed his eyes and whimpered, he rubbed against Fu Xiao’s arms, and stretched out his arms and hugged Fu Xiao coquettishly: “Don’t, don’t get up, I’m so sleepy.”

Fu Xiao kissed Su Zening’s black hair, and said in a hoarse and helpless voice: “Wake up. Who asked me to wake you up last night? Today you have to go to see how the concert preparations are going. En.”

That final syllable is extraordinarily sexy.

Su Zening’s eyes were still closed, but he couldn’t help but move his mouth to Fu Xiao’s face, and kissed Fu Xiao’s face indiscriminately: “Let’s sleep a little longer.”

Fu Xiao patted Su Zening amusedly, while feeling Su Zening’s wet and unruly kiss, he asked: “Are you sure?”

Su Zening nodded in a daze.

Fu Xiao shook his head, but while tightening his arms around Su Zening’s waist, he said: “Okay, then I’ll inform Rong Hang that the meeting will be postponed.” He squinted at Su Zening and made a gesture to get the phone from the bedside table, and stretched out a hand to unlock the screen.

The screen lit up, showing a beautiful profile photo of a snow-white fluffy kitty with a bow tie.

The business elites who have had the privilege to see the mobile phone of the young and promising CEO of Heishan Investment, often find it difficult to connect Mr. Fu’s stern and serious face with the pretty little kitty in the mobile phone.

Su Zening rubbed against him, and quickly grabbed Fu Xiao’s phone and said: “No, I’ll get up right away.”

The young man stretched out a hand, and pulled out an unknown piece of clothing from a pile of clothes on the carpet beside the bed, and hurriedly put it on. The young man was standing on the bed beside him, and a large white shirt was casually draped over the young man’s slender and thin body. Under the shirt, the young man’s legs were straight, and the skin on his beautiful muscles was fair and delicate.

Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around the young man’s waist from behind, and the scorching heat came from the shirt behind him. Fu Xiao only wore a pair of pajama pants, his upper body was bare, he stuck to the young man’s back and chuckled softly: “Wearing the wrong thing again.”

Su Zening turned over, stood on tiptoe and kissed Fu Xiao on the face: “Don’t care about such details.”

This is already the sixth year since Fu Xiao left Xingchen.

After Fu Xiao rested at home for half a year, Su Zening, who was gearing up to support his family, entered the entertainment industry diligently. Going out early and returning late every day, his chin became even sharper due to thinness. Fortunately, Su Zening soon gained a place in the entertainment circle with his own voice.

Fu Xiao couldn’t bear to watch his Little Sugar Cake being too busy to go home every day, so he quietly cooperated with Rong Hang to establish a new studio and signed Su Zening back.

Over the past few years, Su Zening has become the number one cash cow of the studio. And not long ago, he also won a world-wide important music award, which was exactly what Feng Jiaming was dreaming about.

For a while, Su Zening was in the limelight in the circle. He wanted to hold his own concert again at the largest concert venue in this city and the country.