They were interrupted when Hanjun’s personal phone rang. Hanjun ignored it, but whoever it was, they were insistent and immediately called again.
Hanjun finally picked up the phone to see who it was: Uncle Yiheng. Hanjun blocked the call and turned off his phone.
“Who was that?” Li Ying asked, wiggling off his pants.
“Uncle,” Hanjun said dismissively and returned to the more important matters at hand, tossing off his own shirt before resuming to suck on his man’s mouth.
But then rang his work phone. Li Ying had to giggle at how absolutely pissed Hanjun looked.
“I guess it’s important, maybe you should take it?” Li Ying said.
Hanjun got up and went to get his work phone.
Li Ying leaned his head into his hand and supported himself up by his elbow, looking at the fine sight of his Hanjun, shirtless and, by heavens, so hot when he was visibly pissed, Li Ying thought.
“Damn, I hope it’s not trouble with the press or the police,” Li Ying muttered while Hanjun was already answering the phone:
“Hello?”
“Answer your phone when I call you!” Uncle Yiheng barked over the line.
“I’m busy.”
“Is Li Ying there?”
“That’s who I was busy with.”
Li Ying gasped: look at his man, sassing at his uncle! Li Ying removed his hand from his mouth to form the word silently: ‘naughty!’
Hanjun was looking at him with dark eyes that promised sweet trouble, but as Wu Yiheng kept talking, he grew serious:
“I need to meet her before she leaves.” Wu Yiheng sounded as strict and business-like as always.
“Why?”
“I need to talk to her. The day is still inauspicious for house visiting, so have her come to the office.”
“Is there trouble?” Hanjun asked, looking at Li Ying with concern.
“Nothing for you to worry about. Have her come to my office in an hour, give her your keycard so she can move freely as the office is still closed until tomorrow.”
“Understood.”
“Good. Hanging up.”
Li Ying had already gotten up, and was taking off the rest of his clothes to change into something more presentable, and to do his boobs and the rest.
“You heard the boss.”
Hanjun drove Li Ying to the company headquarters down in the Pudong financial district once Li Ying had gotten himself in order.
They could only speculate what this was about, and neither really wanted to. It could be anything, recent events considered.
“You don’t think he’s going to… I don’t know.” Li Ying fretted, fidgeting with the hem of his black pencil skirt.
Besides that, he was wearing nude stockings and the black suede heels, and a simple white silk blouse. He rather looked like he was going to a job interview.
“Hm?”