I was pampered after my fake marriage with the president

Zuo Tian smirked, and said to Zuo Fan: "Brother, you should wear one too."

Zuo Shige was indifferent, and answered them with silence - no.

"Why don't you wear it? It looks so pretty." Zuo Tian looked very disappointed, and asked Jian Xun for help, "Don't you think so, Jian Xun?"

Jian Xun picked up an antler and compared it to Zuo Fan's head: "It's pretty good-looking." The main reason is that Zuo Fan's face is beautiful, and his facial features are particularly delicate and deep, and the cold temperament of urban elites combined with the antlers unexpectedly contrasts. cute.

Zuo Shige: "..."

He seemed to be hesitating.

He was shaken.

Then, he stretched out his hand, and in Huang Yao's and Zuo Tian's expressions as if seeing a ghost, he did something that he had never done in more than [-] years.

Wearing antlers.

Zuo Tian and Huang Yao were silent for a few seconds, held it back, couldn't hold back, and laughed wildly, the two of them spread their wings on the verge of Zuo Fan's anger.

Zuo Fan took off the antler headband: "Okay, stop making trouble."

Zuo Tian quickly stopped laughing, and pulled Huang Yao's sleeve: "Shh, my brother is going to be angry."

Huang Yao wiped the corners of his eyes that were tearing from laughter: "When will Boss Lin come?"

"Seven o'clock." Zuo Fan was not very happy, and his tone dropped an octave.

"Do you still have friends coming?" Jian Xun asked him secretly.

"Ah."

After listening, Jian Xun looked a little worried.

"Damn, Boss Lin has to be the last one to show up every time, because he deliberately appears to be important." Huang Yao complained.

"Boss Lin has to sign deals worth hundreds of millions of dollars every day, so he's not as busy as we are. Why don't we write Christmas cards while we're here?" Zuo Tian suggested.

"I have a pen in my study." Zuo Fan got up and walked upstairs.

Jian Xun also got up quickly: "Hey, I'm with you."

Huang Yao: "You conjoined twins?"

Zuo Tian: "The husband sings and the husband follows."

Zuo Fan was a little surprised, when he reached the study, he closed the door and asked, "Why, what's the matter with you?"

"Yes, I'm worried." Jian Xun rested his chin and walked up and down the room, "You have so many friends here, you must have a chat, if you ask us about our affairs, if we don't talk about it, we will reveal our truth Yet."

Zuo Fan sat calmly on the chair in front of the desk, admiring Jian Xun's unnecessary worries at the moment.

"Then what do you want to do?" He asked calmly.

"Let's check the caliber first." Jian Xun looked like he was plotting a big event.

Zuo Fan raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Like?"

"For example..." Jian Xun thought for a while, "For example, when and how did we meet."

Seeing that Zuo Fan didn't speak, Jian Xun thought he couldn't make it up, so he simply suggested: "You can bring me into the person you have a crush on, and put the story of you and that person on me and you."

Zuo Fan looked at him, seeming to be remembering very seriously, and tapped his fingers on his knee again, and said for a long time, "He and I...we met when we were teenagers."

"Hmm." Jian Xun recorded it seriously in the memo on the phone.

"We are in the same school, he is in the second year of junior high school, and I am in the third year of high school."

"Which middle school?"

"One Middle School."

Jian Xun raised his head: "Hey, what a coincidence, I also graduated from No. [-] Middle School." Then he said happily, "How old are you?"

"26."

Jian Xun made the calculations: "Eh? Wait, then when I was in the second year of junior high, you happened to be in the third year of high school." He raised his head and looked at the other party seriously.

"This... such a coincidence!"

Zuo Fan met his gaze, and there was such a light in his quiet and deep eyes.Indifferently: "Oh, what a coincidence."

Jian Xun was immersed in the joy of the alumni's recognition, seeing Zuo Fan's face a little kinder.After a while, I couldn't figure it out again: "It stands to reason that a senior with your looks in middle school should have been fried in various campus forums long ago. You must have dominated the school's draft list for many years. You have no impression."

"There's a big difference between when I was in high school and now."

"Huh?? What do you mean?"

"I weighed 200 pounds in high school, so it's impossible for me to be on the draft list."

Jian Xun looked at Zuo Fan from top to bottom in a daze, and couldn't imagine how he weighed 200 pounds: "No wonder it is said on the Internet that fat people are potential stocks. If those female classmates back then knew that you are so handsome now, they would definitely I regret not chasing you back then."

"I think, in this way, you can see who is really good to you."

Zuo Fan looked at him meaningfully.

"Hey! Why have you been looking for a pen for so long?" Zuo Tian urged downstairs.

Zuo Fan opened the drawer and handed the pen to Jian Xun: "Go down first."

"Oh, good~" Jian Xun went out with a pen, Zuo Fan did not close the drawer, but took out a lockbox from the drawer, entered the password, the password was the pinyin of the name "Jian Xun", opened the box, and put a There are a lot of sundries, the top layer of which is a Band-Aid with a cartoon pattern printed on it. It is impossible for him to buy such a childish pattern at first glance.

Looking at the Band-Aid, Zuo Fan's thoughts returned to his middle school days.

On the day of the school test of 800 meters, he dragged his heavy feet and ran out of breath. Maybe this posture seemed clumsy and ridiculous to others. All the students had finished running, and he was the only one who was still running hard on the track. For him, 800 meters is really too difficult.

"Hahahaha, look at that fat man!"

"It's so funny!"

"Look! His stomach is bouncing, he's so ugly!"

"Hey, how disgusting, I hate fat people the most."

"Hey! Fatty! Can you run faster, our second group is still waiting for the exam!"

For a while, ridicules came and went.

Zuo Fan finally ran to the finish line, but he had already lost his strength, his feet were weak, and he fell to the ground, his knees were worn out and bleeding.

"Pfft...fatty!"

"Fatty man! Stay far away!"

There was constant laughter from around, and a teacher whistled at him: "That classmate! Please move, you are occupying the track!"

Zuo Fan tried to get up, but he was too heavy and struggled a bit.

At this time, a hand went around his armpit and helped him up with difficulty.

"Classmate, are you okay?" That was the first time he saw Jian Xun.

Jian Xun knew that he was so thin, but he still tried his best to help him to sit beside the playground.

"You're bleeding." A little panic appeared on Jian Xun's immature face, "Wait a minute."

He fumbled in his pocket up, down, left, and right, found a stack of Band-Aids, and handed them to him: "You can deal with it yourself."

Holding the Band-Aid, Zuo Fan looked at him again, a little confused.

"Here, you stick it on the wound. Remember to clean the wound when you go back, otherwise it will become inflamed." After Jian Xun explained patiently, when he heard the bell for the end of get out of class, a classmate called him.

"Jian Xun! Hurry up! Next math class, do you want to be punished to stand?"

"Wow! Here we come!" Jian Xun ran away as if hearing some bad news, and after running a few steps, he turned back and told him, "You must remember to wash the wound!"

At that time, Jian Xun's appearance under the sun was forever imprinted in his mind.

After recovering from the memory, Zuo Fan put the Band-Aid away, closed the box, closed the drawer, and then walked downstairs slowly.

When he went downstairs, Lin Zejing had already arrived and was taking off his coat at the door.

Zuo Tian pulled Jian Xun to introduce him: "Boss, boss, look quickly, this is my sister-in-law!"

Lin Zejing nodded distantly: "I have long admired your name."

"You, hello..."

Jian Xun felt that this person seemed difficult to get along with, and just as Zuo Fan came down, he hid behind Zuo Fan.

"Boss Lin, you're late again." Zuo Fan and Lin Zejing are friends, but "Boss" is a nickname given to him by everyone, and it also has a teasing meaning. .

Lin Zejing twitched the corner of his cold mouth, walked to the sofa, and kicked Huang Yao with his feet: "Go to the side."

Huang Yao didn't know what kind of joke he saw when he swiped Weibo, he couldn't close his legs from laughing: "Hey! Have you heard the story about the rich woman and the duck?"

"What? I want to hear!" Zuo Tian leaned over.

Huang Yao showed her the phone. This is a chat record that has been widely circulated on Weibo:

Boy: Auntie, I don't want to work hard anymore.

Rich woman: [-] transfer records, come to me tonight.

Boy: Auntie is so nice!

Rich woman: What about Auntie?

Boy: Darling, wait for me tonight!

Huang Yao cried with a mournful face: "When will I be adopted?"

Zuo Tian suppressed a smile, poked Huang Yao's shoulder, and motioned him to look at Lin Zejing.

Huang Yao immediately leaned on Lin Zejing, and said stickily, "Uncle, I don't want to work hard anymore~"

Lin Zejing gave him a cold look: "Then you go to die."