My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 137 A Good Movie

Chapter 137: Chapter 137 A Good Movie

Last time she forgot to take back the clothes she brought out. Now they came in handy.

Fu Ying came out after her bath, dressed neatly. Shen Liguang leaned on the balcony, smoking, and couldn’t help but laugh when he saw her.

"Last time, I’ve seen some parts already."

Fu Ying’s hand trembled as she touched Qibao, her cheeks flushing, remaining silent.

The man put out his cigarette and walked over to sit beside her.

"Your face is red again."

Fu Ying kept her head down and said nothing.

"Fu Ying."

He called her by her name.

Full name, very rare.

His voice, so pleasant, deep and gentle, calling her name tenderly.

Fu Ying looked up at him: "What is it?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to call your name."

His gaze was a bit strange, filled with tenderness, easy to fall into.

At least she did.

Fu Ying looked away and reached for the remote control. She selected an animated movie, then held the cat in her arms, watching intently before suddenly standing up to retrieve a bag.

"I have a gift for you."

Shen Liguang leaned on the sofa, supporting his head, somewhat expectant.

Under his expectant gaze, Fu Ying pulled out a knee pad.

"Brother, this is for you. You work so dangerously every day, this will definitely be useful."

Shen Liguang thought the young girl would present something very romantic, typical between couples, but didn’t expect such a practical gift.

Shen Liguang lowered his gaze, his tone apologetic: "I didn’t prepare any gift for you."

"No worries, as long as you are safe and sound every day, that’s the best gift for me."

Sometimes Shen Liguang really wondered if she had had many boyfriends, to speak so sweetly.

She always warmed his heart.

Shen Liguang: "Have you eaten?"

The girl shook her head: "Not yet."

Shen Liguang asked, "What would you like to eat?"

She smiled: "I’m not picky."

...

Fu Yan was cooped up in his bedroom playing ranked games with his friends, and couldn’t believe they banned his hero, when Jin Can called him.

Silence from the other side.

Fu Yan frowned, cursed under his breath about choosing a hero.

Another call came through.

Fu Yan answered, cursing: "Jin Cangcang, why aren’t you sleeping at this late hour, are you sick?"

"I’ll send you an address, come over."

The other party didn’t wait for him to respond and just hung up.

Fu Yan, remembering he lost a bet on football last time and agreed to be someone’s lackey for a month, available at a moment’s notice, gritted his teeth and told his friends to pick a five-lawyer team.

The address Jin Can sent turned out to be a KTV, at three in the morning, a gutsy move for a girl to be at such a place.

When Fu Yan followed the suite number Jin Can had sent and found her, she was being held by a middle-aged man.

She wore a red dress, her makeup exquisite, and her wavy hair loosely draped.

Fu Yan frowned, walking over: "What the hell, you called me all the way here to see you and a man live broadcast? And an old man at that! He could be your father!"

Jin Can opened her mouth, silent, seemingly saying: Take me away.

Fu Yan: "..."

Fu Yan hesitated for a moment. Normally, if he said this, wouldn’t Jin Cangcang have reacted violently by now?

This time, she wore a forced smile, her eyes pleading.

Fu Yan slightly furrowed his brow, seeing her silent cry for "Take me away," he reached out and pulled Jin Can into his embrace.

The soft body of the woman fell into his arms, causing him to slightly pause.

While he was stunned, the man stood up, "Who the hell are you?"

"I’m her boyfriend."

"You’re her boyfriend? That’s fucking ridiculous. Her parents sold her to me. She belongs to me now."

Fu Yan: "How much?"

"How much? I doubt a young punk like you can afford it."

Fu Yan chuckled lightly, after all, he was a rich second generation, having just arranged a marriage alliance yesterday.

"Name your price."

The middle-aged man paused, stretched out five fingers: "Fifty thousand."

"Fifty thousand." Fu Yan couldn’t help but scoff, "I’ll give you one hundred thousand, to buy her outright."

"One hundred thousand?"

Fu Yan went to the car, took a cheque, filled it out for one hundred thousand, and handed it to the man.

The middle-aged man’s eyes lit up at the sight of money and he walked away with it.

One hundred thousand, for a woman.

And a woman who had photos of herself in women’s clothing.

Fu Yan scratched his head, feeling like he was going crazy.

He turned to look at the back seat.

Jin Can’s gaze was dull, looking outside, lifeless, a contrast to when he was being bullied.

The atmosphere in the car was silent, Fu Yan inappropriately asked, "Were you sold to that old man by your parents?"

"Ridiculous, right?"

Fu Yan paused, then nodded lightly, "Ridiculous."

"Why though?"

"Because of money."

Fu Yan: "Then why did you agree to it?"

Jin Can shook his head: "Don’t know why, I was asleep then woke up there,

"What do you want to do now? Also, you owe me one hundred thousand yuan."

"No money."

Fu Yan thought he had done her a huge favor this time and expected a bit of gratitude, but she was still so arrogant.

Just as he was about to swear, Jin Can said, "I’ll pay it back slowly."

The swear words stuck in Fu Yan’s throat, and he swallowed them back.

"Please find a hotel for me, I want to take a shower."

Being good to the end, like sending the Buddha to the West, Fu Yan thought maybe this good deed could break the curse of him being constantly cuckolded, and found a nearby hotel for Jin Can.

At the reception, the clerk looked meaningful.

"Is it wrong to bring my girlfriend for a room?" Fu Yan frowned, fiercely in tone, and took Jin Can up to the room.

She went straight to take a shower right after entering the room, and it took quite a while.

Fu Yan listened to the sound of water in the bathroom, took a deep breath, and shouted, "I’m going back, take care of yourself."

The moment he left the room, Fu Yan felt he had never been more honorable.

He went into the hotel, the girl was still showering, and he just left like that, got back into the car and received a text from Fu Ying.

Fu Ying: Bro, I’m with Brother Li Guang, what should we do?

Fu Yan: Man and woman alone, what do you think? Did you use all the condoms I sent last time?

Fu Ying: Be serious.

Fu Yan: I am being serious.

Fu Ying: ...

Fu Yan licked his lips, suddenly having a bad idea, and replied to Fu Ying: Watch a movie.

Fu Ying: We often watch movies, tired of it.

Fu Yan: Such a bother, you can’t even plan a date, do I need to teach you? Watch what I sent, you definitely haven’t seen it, it’s very interesting, I often watch it.

Then, Fu Ying received the movie Fu Yan sent.

She still remembered the incident with the condoms last time, and she suspected whether this movie was decent.

"Always staring at your phone while you’re with me?"

She had been looking at her phone for a long time, and the man was a bit displeased.

He pulled her into his arms, Fu Ying could feel his body was somewhat hot.

Shen Liguang looked down at her phone: "What video did your little brother send you?"