Mr. Fu's cuteness is super sweet

Han Zhou was already very sleepy.

He said listlessly to Fu Shiyu: "Ayu, can we go back today?"

"I won't go back." Fu Shiyu said.

"Ah?" Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, "Aren't you going back?"

"Well, I won't go back."

Han Zhou was still wondering, if he didn't go back, would he have to sit here overnight at Moon Lake?

Although the night view of Moon Lake is beautiful, he doesn't want to spend the night here!

Unexpectedly, when Fu Shiyu said not to go back, he meant to stay in a hotel for one night.

There is a five-star hotel near Moon Lake, the Imperial Palace Hotel.

It takes only 10 minutes to walk from Moon Lake to the Imperial Palace Hotel.

Fu Shiyu led Han Zhou all the way to the Imperial Palace Hotel, where he directly opened a presidential suite.

Probably because today is the holiday, there are a lot of people coming to the hotel for the holiday.

In order to meet the occasion, the hotel has carefully arranged each room, which has a very festive atmosphere.

The presidential suite has a dedicated personal butler, and the personal butler is more careful in arranging the room.

There is a sense of romance everywhere in the room.

After Han Zhou entered the room, he was dumbfounded, and seriously doubted whether the way he pushed the door was wrong?

This is entering the...pink ocean, right?

The layout in the room is really too dreamy, too girly, too pink...

"Ayu, this..." Han Zhou looked at Fu Shiyu with a complicated expression, "Is this room... someone else booked it?"

This kind of arrangement has a theme at first glance, very much like the marriage proposal scene carefully prepared by the domineering president for his beloved in the TV series.

Han Zhou thought that the hotel staff must have made a mistake and gave them the wrong room booked by someone else.

Fu Shiyu said: "Today is a holiday."

"So?" Han Zhou asked weakly.

"Most of the people who come to the hotel during festivals are couples who come on a date." Fu Shiyu said, "So, this is specially arranged by the hotel for couples who come to celebrate the festival."

Han Zhou: "..."

"But I don't like pink." Han Zhou pouted, expressing his displeasure.

Fu Shiyu said: "Then you wait for a while, I will let them change to the color you like?"

"Do you know what color I like?" Han Zhou asked.

"Of course." Fu Shiyu replied calmly, "You like orange."

"How do you know?" Han Zhou was a little surprised, his eyes widened, showing disbelief.

He should have never told Ah Yu what color he likes, right?

Fu Shiyu said: "You like orange because you say orange is the warmest color, bright and warm, and it is the color that brings happiness to people."

"Yes." Han Zhou nodded, feeling even more strange, "But I never told you."

"Then it's probably because of the mutual understanding between you and me." Fu Shiyu said.

"Really?" Han Zhou accepted Fu Shiyu's statement immediately, and expressed his happiness.

He and A Yu are really in love.

Only true love can be so tacit.

Fu Shiyu planned to call the housekeeper over to change the layout of the room.

Han Zhou thought about it, felt that it was too late, and didn't want to bother too much, "There is no need to change it, there is no need to be so troublesome, this arrangement has been seen for a long time...it seems to be okay."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Fu Shiyu said dotingly.

"Then... Ayu, what's your favorite color?" Han Zhou asked, tilting his head, thinking about it in distress, and said, "Why can't I sense what color you like?"

"I don't have any particular favorite color." Fu Shiyu said, "If you have to say yes, then I like whatever you like."