boyutpedia Chapter 189 My Xia Jiaojiao
Chapter 189 My Xia Jiaojiao
"About a month ago."
"A month ago?" Xia Yang was puzzled: "How did he know I would come here this year?"
Butler Zhang smiled and said, "This is your and your husband's property. You may come here at any time."
Xia Yang took another close look at the room he was in. Most of the utensils were what he was used to. It was obvious that they hadn't been prepared in a hurry. Just for the "possible" possibility of his visit, Fu Xiuyan had already started rearranging the room to suit his living habits.
"What a coincidence. I happened to get here so quickly, otherwise I wouldn't have known he went to such great lengths."
Butler Zhang said respectfully, "In fact, every one of your properties used for vacation rentals, just like this one, has already been prepared a month ago. Some of your custom-made items take a while to complete, so I'll have to make do with what I have this time."
Even Xia Yang, who was so picky, couldn't find the point of "making do" in what Butler Zhang said. In Fu Xiuyan's mind, how spoiled he was.
"Everywhere?"
"Yes, little sir."
"Butler Zhang is more than just a butler, right?" Otherwise, how could he know the layout of every place so clearly.
Butler Zhang smiled faintly, "Yes, butler. I am responsible for coordinating all the vacation homes under your name. This time when you came, you didn't trust others to accompany you, so I had this honor."
Xia Yang tutted, "He's just making a fuss. I'm not that squeamish. Thank you for your hard work this time."
"You're welcome. As I said, it's my pleasure. I won't bother you anymore. Feel free to call me if you need me."
Butler Zhang left, and Xia Yang began to wander around the room. He had seen some of the paintings hanging on the walls at auction houses before.
Every detail is to his liking. Looking out from the window of this room, you can see a sea of roses and lavender flowers.
Xia Yang took out his cell phone, turned on the camera, and spun the camera in circles. Every frame was a work of art.
Xia Yang took a photo facing the window, capturing the romantic sea of flowers in her lens, and gave it to Fu Xiuyan.
[Xia Yang: Thank you Mr. Fu for the sea of flowers. I'm giving you a beautiful view in return.]
Fu Xiuyan was having dinner with the director and screenwriter, discussing the upcoming filming, when a sudden burst of music with a particularly strong presence startled both Director Li and the screenwriter.
Fu Xiuyan took out his cell phone very calmly, with happiness that could not be hidden in his eyes.
【Fu Xiuyan: Very beautiful.】
【Xia Yang: Mm, it smells really good.】
【Fu Xiuyan: It is indeed very fragrant.】
【Fu Xiuyan: It's also very soft even when I hug it.】
[Xia Yang: ??? What are you talking about?]
【Fu Xiuyan: My wife.】
[Xia Yang: What I sent you was a sea of flowers.]
Fu Xiuyan: What I saw were people taking photos of the sea of flowers.
【Fu Xiuyan: Fragrant, sweet, and soft, absolutely delicious.】
"It's Xiao Xia again, right?" Director Li asked Fu Xiuyan as if he understood everything.
Fu Xiuyan didn't even raise his eyelids: "Yeah."
Soon Xia Yang sent another photo, with the same angle as the previous one, but the other scenery had become the background.
[Xia Yang: If you want a selfie from me, just tell me. I'll give it to you.]
Fu Xiuyan enlarged the photo and would video chat with her whenever he had time every day. He would also send messages to Xia Yang during the breaks in filming, but it still felt like they hadn't seen each other for a long time.
【Fu Xiuyan: It's my Xia Jiaojiao.】
[Xia Yang: How am I spoiled? What kind of image are you trying to portray me as?]
【Fu Xiuyan: People are more beautiful than flowers.】
【Xia Yang: Have you eaten? 】
[Fu Xiuyan: Eating now.] Then he took a picture of the dining table and the two people sitting across from him and sent it to Xia Yang.
Fu Xiuyan: I ate with the director and the choreographer. I didn't sit next to either of them. The seat next to me was reserved for my Xia Jiaojiao.
[Xia Yang: Won't your friends and colleagues dislike you if you're out like this?]
Fu Xiuyan: I don't care. As long as my Jiaojiao doesn't despise me, that's all I need.
[Xia Yang: Are you addicted to calling out new nicknames?]
[Fu Xiuyan: This isn't a nickname, it's what my heart desires.]
[Xia Yang: Are you drunk?]
【Fu Xiuyan: Yeah, a little dizzy.】
[Xia Yang: Did you ask Xiao Wang to prepare some hangover medicine?]
Fu Xiuyan: Alcohol remedies can't cure my symptoms.
[Fu Xiuyan: I was stunned by my wife's beauty. No one can explain it.]
Xia Yang was speechless for a while and rolled his eyes countless times.
[Xia Yang: You're not dizzy, you're sick.]
Fu Xiuyan: Yes. He's terminally ill and doesn't want treatment. He just wants to be forever lost in the beauty of my wife.
[Xia Yang: Okay, approved. You continue to sink, I need to adjust to the jet lag.]
Fu Xiuyan: Yes, if you're hungry, just press the button on the bedside, and Butler Zhang will bring you food.
[Xia Yang: I'm in my own home, how can I starve? Please leave.]
Fu Xiuyan was very pleased that Xia Yang was so self-aware.
Director Li waited quietly until Fu Xiuyan finally put down his phone: "Do you love me so much? You're laughing like this just chatting on WeChat."
Fu Xiuyan put away his smile and said, "In the workplace, it's better not to ask about your colleagues' private affairs."
Director Li said to the screenwriter, "Look at this kid, how shameless! Now he's arguing with me about public and private matters." The screenwriter didn't dare to respond to Director Li's words. Only he dared to tease Fu Xiuyan like this. He and Teacher Fu didn't have such a relationship.
Director Li turned back to Fu Xiuyan and said, "Then let's discuss business. I've made an appointment at the recording studio. Please find time to go and record the theme song."
"Not these two days. He's not in the country."
"Of course not in these two days. Your schedule before Spring Festival is packed. Where would you find the time? After Spring Festival, find a time when you and Xiao Xia are both free."
"Well, he went abroad to receive an award. He should be able to come back after the Spring Festival."
Director Li looked puzzled. "What award takes so long? It's already past, and I'm not sure I'll be able to come back for the Spring Festival?"
Fu Xiuyan put down his chopsticks and said proudly, "It's not a big award. It's just one of his research projects that the school casually sent to a competition. And then he won an international award, which is quite important in their field. I don't know the award ceremony process. People like us who are uneducated don't understand such high-end fields."
Director Li was sure he was showing off, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "I'm not uneducated. I also have a doctorate in two disciplines."
Fu Xiuyan raised his eyebrows: "Oh? So you know physics?"
Director Li shook his head.
Fu Xiuyan asked again: "Do you know what quantum mechanics is?"
Director Li shook his head again.
Fu Xiuyan's eyes were playful, and Director Li could see that he was being amused by his lines.
"Do you understand?" Director Li asked back.
"I don't understand." Fu Xiuyan answered calmly: "So I said we are uneducated."
"Okay. I'm lucky to be on the same level as you." Director Li was relieved.
"How can Xiao Xia be so amazing? Others at his age would still be in school. But he's already a professor and has won an international award. In my opinion, you're really out of your league."
The screenwriter, who didn't quite understand, was worried for Director Li, saying that Mr. Fu was trying to get above his station and that the director would definitely be angry.
Who knew Fu Xiuyan would raise his eyebrows and say, "Of course, this is all because of my family's ancestors. If I weren't so thick-skinned, chasing after her so closely and shamelessly, I wouldn't be able to catch up with my Xia Xia."
The screenwriters were stunned!
He only knew that Ye Xia was Fu Xiuyan's boyfriend. He just heard the conversation between Director Li and the others. Does he have a dual identity?
"Well, is there any story you want me to know?" the screenwriter asked weakly. As a writer, he felt that there were stories here that should not be missed. He wanted to learn about them and maybe use them in his future works.