little lover

Zhuo Yifan served Han Qiaoye seriously for a while.

Mr. Xiao Han also seriously played the role of an old father who was paralyzed in bed and couldn't move. He asked his precious son to do everything by himself, even eating grapes without peeling them himself.

Zhuo Yifan was mopping the floor while listening to Han Qiaoye's phone call. He was really looking forward to a sudden call from the capital to transfer him away.

Han Qiaoye himself told him that he came here to take over his second brother's shift and would go back after a while.Zhuo Yifan was thinking every day, how long was this "period of time"? He came to show his filial piety to his master, why his master didn't see each other for a few days, and he just waited on this person?

Han Qiaoye was half lying on the sofa, holding the remote control to change channels, while watching him mopping the floor, showing a mouthful of white teeth and smiling, "Yifan, you worked very hard today. Not bad, it deserves praise!"

Zhuo Yifan remained silent, he didn't know how long he could play this unlucky kid.

Han Qiaoye said again, "Is my meal picked out first?"

Zhuo Yifan mopped his head on the floor, and his voice was also depressed: "Yes." Mr. Xiao Han is very small-minded, and he has to compete with a cat. They are all cooked in a pot, so why are you picky.

Hearing his answer, Han Qiaoye was satisfied, and continued to switch channels. He switched over a hundred channels several times. When Zhuo Yifan came to bring him a meal, he had already switched from finance and economics to cartoons, and it was "Sponge". "Baby", Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but take another look.

Han Qiaoye asked, "Do you like this?"

Zhuo Yifan said with a cold face: "So naive, who would watch it."

Han Qiaoye stopped to change the channel, and started to watch SpongeBob SquarePants and Fat Star in a steady manner.

His arm has "better" a little in the past two days, so he can eat by himself, and he seems to be gradually proficient in using his left hand, and he doesn't need Zhuo Yifan to feed him.The two of them ate dinner together. Zhuo Yifan watched cartoons with sparkling eyes in his hands, and forgot to add food several times. Han Qiaoye didn't say anything when he saw it, but there was a smile in his eyes.

He's used to being deserted here, and it's quite lively with an extra little thing in his house.

Han Qiaoye deliberately procrastinated to eat, and let Zhuo Yifan watch half an episode of SpongeBob SquarePants. Sure enough, the child was able to clean up after dinner, and his mood improved a lot. It was the first time he offered to give him a bath when he was taking a bath. He rubs his back.

Zhuo Yifan rolled up the sleeves of his T-shirt to expose his arms, smiled a little embarrassedly at him and said, "Actually, I haven't been able to say sorry to you, broken arm... it hurts, right? Don't worry, this I will take good care of you for a while."

Han Qiaoye blinked, a little surprised, smiled and said, "Okay."

It wasn't until the bath towel stained with bath bubbles was rubbed on his body that Han Qiaoye realized for the first time what it means to serve attentively. The strength of his wrist was just right, and he also carefully took care of his bandaged hand, occasionally pinching it on his shoulder and neck. When it was so comfortable, people couldn't help squinting their eyes.

He seems to have inadvertently stroked a cat.

Han Qiaoye thought so, and the feeling of touching the hair wasn't bad.

He lay there and let Zhuo Yifan take care of him. His eyes saw the sideways side of the child next to him. His arms were white and tender. It looked like the kind raised at home, but not weak. When he moved up and down, he would lift his upper arm a little bit. The agitated muscles are between a man and a boy, unexpectedly young and cute.

Han Qiaoye suddenly said, "You, your master, and that Luo Yi, what's going on?"

Zhuo Yifan asked inexplicably, "Huh?"

Han Qiaoye brushed his hair, revealing his wet but smooth forehead, his handsome facial features were exposed to the light, and he looked more aggressive than usual: "Don't tell me it's the kind of 'I love you, but you love him' Idiot looping? That's too boring."

Zhuo Yifan said angrily: "How is that possible! Who would love that stinking idiot!"

Then he told Han Qiaoye a different story, the story of career promotion without the emotional line, Luo Yi stepped into his and his master's studio step by step, then squeezed him out, occupied a high position, sacrificed others for his own benefit, It was even copied to him and his master!

"I didn't hold back, so I sued him, but he and my master belonged to the same studio, and the publishing signature and so on were all involved. I didn't think much about it at the time, and my master was involved anyway, so This time, I came here specially to apologize to my master..."

Han Qiaoye laughed, and he heard it very clearly in the bathroom. He said, "Did you really not think about it?"

Zhuo Yifan: "..."

Zhuo Yifan coughed, and said: "I thought about it a little bit, the studio was almost ruined by Luo Yi, if my master can come out completely this time, his development will not be worse than before, he is all dragged down by Luo Yi Yes. You don’t know, my master is the kind of honest person who works hard and doesn’t have high requirements for food, clothing, warmth and life. Luo Yi took his book to find cooperation, and he only knew when he needed to sign the contract. .”

Han Qiaoye nodded and said, "Does Long Yu know about this?"

Zhuo Yifan said: "Master knows, the other day he asked me for documents and files, so I gave them all."

Han Qiaoye thought for a while, and said, "Then don't worry, just wait and see, your master is not easy to mess with."

He said it as if he was waiting to watch a good show, and his mentality was relatively leisurely. Zhuo Yifan was in an emotional vortex, and at the moment he was still so angry that he couldn't extricate himself.

Han Qiaoye looked back at him, and said, "It seems that every time your master is mentioned, you get agitated easily?"

Zhuo Yifan said: "That's for sure, I was raised by my master."

Han Qiaoye smiled and said, "This is the first time I've heard someone say that, where are your parents?"

Zhuo Yifan said: "They divorced a long time ago."

The smile on Han Qiaoye's lips froze, and he quickly said, "Sorry."

Zhuo Yifan didn't care, he felt that he was almost wiped, so he got up and said, "I'll get you a bathrobe." After saying that, he went out.

Han Qiaoye wanted to chat with him more, but when he heard his cell phone ringing as soon as he went out, he answered with a submissive tone: "Second brother."

Han Er's tone was cold, and his words were short and to the point, he said to him: "Sir, you stay over there for a while, I have some things to deal with."

Han Qiaoye was quite respectful to his second brother, and asked, "Brother, what's the matter? Do you want my help?"

Han Er sounded in a good mood, so he said a few words: "Personal matter, I have applied for marriage leave with my dad, and I will take Lu Ming out for a while, this time I scared him."

Han Qiaoye held back for a long time, but he didn't have the nerve to speak directly, and said in a roundabout way: "Brother, are you okay with your leg injury?"

Han Er: "It's nothing serious."

Han Qiaoye tentatively said, "Then I'll..." How long will I be on shift?

Before he finished asking, someone from Han Er Shao's side came in, vaguely heard the voice of a young man, Han Er hung up the phone directly, and didn't say anything more to his brother.

Han Qiaoye endured it for a while, then couldn't bear it anymore and called back, saying, "Second Brother, when can I leave?"

Han Er was more surprised than him: "Where are you going? Are you going abroad?"

Han Qiaoye didn't say a word, and Quan Dang acquiesced.

Han Er is a working machine, and he was not very approachable. He looked more like a tyrant when he spoke with a dark face, and said to him: "Nonsense! You are so patient? The heart of running out for the past two years is wild. You are not here. Practice more over there, grind your patience, how will you secure your position in the company in the future?"

Han Qiaoye said, "Brother, as I said before, I'm not interested in the company's affairs."

Han Er sneered and said, "Is it because I'm not interested, or because I don't dare? If you say a few words outside, you will take it seriously, and you really think that you will share power with me when you come back?"

Han Qiaoye said stubbornly, "Anyway, I won't go back to the company."

Han Er didn't give him the slightest chance to choose: "Okay, Dad is also clamoring to retire, and the eldest brother will stay in the laboratory all day and won't come out. It's time for you to grow up and help me. That's it. Let's stay for a while." .”

Han Qiaoye had no way to refute, so he could only stay.

When he hung up the phone and looked up, he happened to see Zhuo Yifan carrying his bag and changing his shoes at the door. He was about to leave, the bag was bulging, and he didn't need to open it to see that it must be for his master's cat. rice.Seeing him hang up the phone, the child who had just listened with his ears turned his head to tie his shoelaces immediately, but the performance was not in place, and the signs of eavesdropping were too obvious.

As soon as Han Qiaoye got closer to him, the child opened the door and ran away: "I'm going back, and I have to feed the cat!"

He ran so fast that Han Qiaoye was the only one left standing at the door. Looking at the figure of a child jumping down like a monkey, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Han Qiaoye was forced to stay here. Although his heart yearning for the prairie was still beating, his body was so heavy that he couldn't move half a step.

This is also reflected in work, because an arm injury can't avoid most of the work, sometimes a secretary will send documents to his home for him to look at, stacked half a foot high on the side, Zhuo Yifan's scalp will twitch when he sees it Ma, it seems that when I went back to high school to write papers, I even felt a little sympathetic to Mr. Han.

But President Xiao Han didn't work diligently on this stack of work reports, and looked at them one by one, more often for entertainment.There is nothing for entertainment at home, just watch TV.

Zhuo Yifan was used to rushing to the deadline, and always felt anxious when seeing work, so after a few times, he couldn't help asking him: "Why are you not in a hurry?"

Han Qiaoye smiled and said, "What's the hurry, these things are just for me to see. Believe it or not, these people even sent a copy to my second brother?"

Zhuo Yifan didn't understand, and said, "Show two people the same thing, isn't this a repetition?"

Han Qiaoye teased him half-truthfully: "You are still young and don't understand these things. This is my second brother's property. I will help take care of other problems. When he comes, I will leave. Do you really want to stay here?" ah?"

Zhuo Yifan imagined the grievances and grievances of the rich and powerful family, and the brothers turned against the wall, and looked at him with sympathy.

Han Qiaoye didn't notice it. He changed the TV channel aimlessly, not because he wanted to watch anything, but because he turned it on habitually.

When Zhuo Yifan packed up the room and came out, he saw him lying on the sofa and sleeping with his clothes on, the remote control was put aside, his eyes were light blue, and there was a loud reality show on the TV. The sound echoed in the empty living room, and it sounded particularly lively.

Zhuo Yifan looked at him for a while, then brought him a blanket.

I went back early.

As he walked on the road, he thought, it seemed that for a while, he was like this, and the house had to be lively to sleep, otherwise it would be very uneasy.

Han Qiaoye, will this person be unsteady?