I was pampered after my fake marriage with the president

Zuo Fan lowered his eyelids and seemed to say: "But the liking I want is not this kind of liking."

"Ah? What?" Jian Xun didn't hear clearly.

"I ask you, do you like bread and sweets?"

"like."

"Do you like Huang Yao and Lin Zejing?"

"like."

"That's right, what I want is not this kind of liking."

Jian Xun was so sleepy that he couldn't distinguish the meaning of his words, so he fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took before the alarm clock rang. Jian Xun woke up, picked up his phone and checked, it was exactly 01:30 in the afternoon, so he sat up, only to find that he was actually covered with a Givenchy coat. Sliding down on his knees.

With sharp eyesight and quick hands, he quickly supported the coat so that it did not fall to the ground, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

I have to say, it was a very comfortable sleep.

Taking a sneak peek at Zuo Fan, he was still writing something on his desk with a pen in his hand. The afternoon sun came in from the window, and he had a sculptural beauty with his back against the light.

How can there be a man so good-looking, handsome and tall no matter what angle he looks at.

"Wake up." Zuo Fan didn't lift his head, but he heard him.

"Yeah." Not knowing if he was caught peeping at Zuo Fan, Jian Xun put his coat on the sofa guiltily, "I'm going to work, thank you for your coat."

"Go." Zuo Fan said without emotion.

Jian Xun opened the door and walked out. Everyone just woke up, yawning and yawning, playing with their mobile phones. Not many people noticed him, so he slipped back to his seat in peace.

Lao Lin came over and sent him a picture for him to color, so he turned on the computer and started working seriously.

At about 06:30 in the afternoon, Zuo Tian called Zuo Fan. She rarely bothered him during working hours, unless there was something urgent: "Brother, my computer is broken, and I have to hand in an assignment today. Your storage room Can you lend me your computer?"

"No." Zuo Fan replied simply.

The storage room is a room specially used by him to store memories related to Jian Xun. It is not easy to open, even the cleaning aunt knows that the things in this room are very important to Fan Zong and should not be touched easily.

"Ouch, I promise to put it back when I'm done using it, why don't you just lend it to me."

"You go to the Internet cafe."

"How can you let a young girl like me go to an Internet cafe! It won't do anything to borrow it. I know you have Xiao Xunxun's photos in it. I promise to turn off the phone when I'm done using it. I won't let Xiao Xunxun find out!"

Zuo Fan looked at his hand, and there were still 2 minutes before get off work, and he said, "You can use it up within an hour."

"Okay~"

When she got off work, Jian Xun was packing her things, glanced at the president's office, and hesitated whether to tell him, but Chen Junyang came over and grabbed his shoulder: "It's rare that I don't work overtime today, let's go, let's go to the bus stop together. "

"I still have something to do, you go first." Jian Xun said.

"Do you have to work overtime on the first day? You are working too hard... Well, let's go together tomorrow." Chen Junyang said.

"it is good."

After Chen Junyang left, Jian Xun's gaze fell on the door of the president's office again. After a while, he walked over, raised his hand to knock, but stopped - should I go in and talk to him?

Forget it, if he's busy, I'd better not bother him.

Just when he was about to leave, the door opened suddenly, and Zuo Fan said coldly, "Come in."

Jian Xun was caught, and walked in embarrassedly: "How do you know I'm outside?"

Zuofan closed the door: "I saw it."

"Huh? Can you see it?" He tried to see through the crack of the door.

"Not from there." Zuofu pulled down a crack of the shutter with his index finger, "From here."

"Oh..." Jian Xun scratched his head, he saw it when he saw it, why did he look unhappy?

"Are you familiar with Chen Junyang?" Zuo Fan asked.

"We... don't know each other well, but he is very enthusiastic." Jian Xun said, "Well, I just came to tell you, I'm getting off work, do you want to go together?"

"You want to go home with me?" The corners of Zuo Fan's mouth raised imperceptibly, and he seemed to be in a better mood.

"Ah, it's okay to be inconvenient..."

"You go to the garage and wait for me first, I'll sort out the files." Zuo Fan replied quickly, as if not giving him a chance to repent.

"it is good."

So Jian Xun left first.

Zuo Fan tidied up the files and was in a happy mood. He was about to turn off the computer when suddenly the manager of the product department rushed in: "Mr. Fan! There is something I want to show you!"

Zuofan had a hunch that something was wrong, so he took the mobile phone handed over by the other party. On it was a game interface, which was a new game released by the opposite company, but no matter it was game creativity, character design, clothes, weapons, accessories, or skills, everything was fine. It's exactly the same as their upcoming new game.

"Our product has been ripped off entirely!" said the product manager.

The new game, which is about to be tested publicly, took two years of hard work. The whole company vowed to create a miracle beyond "Flying Flower Order". From the original painting to modeling, planning to promotion, how many nights have I stayed up? All channels and advertisements are discussed. Well, it was just about to be launched, but at this time the opponent released an identical game, only someone leaked the confidential information, otherwise such a thing would not have happened, this is a fatal blow.

Zuofan frowned: "So what is your conclusion?"

Product Manager: "Half a year ago, we fired an original artist because he was taking on private work during working hours. When he left, he made a lot of trouble. I just asked him through Lao Lin, and he admitted that he felt guilty after being fired. Unwilling, we sold the materials to our opponents.”

Zuo Fan took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled: "Notify the product department, planning department, and marketing department for a meeting!"

Jian Xun waited in the garage for a while, but Zuo Fan didn't arrive, but Zuo Fan's WeChat message came: "I have something urgent to deal with at work, so I called you a special car, and you go home by car."

Jian Xun didn't think much, and replied: "Okay."

When I got home, there was no one in the living room, only a computer on the table.

"Tiantian? Are you home?" Jian Xun asked.

There was a sound of water coming from Zuo Tian's room upstairs, probably in the shower, Jian Xun put down her bag and went to the kitchen to check. Auntie had already prepared the food and put it in the incubator.

As soon as Jian Xun had set the tableware, Zuo Tian ran down dressed in fancy dress.

"You're going out? Don't you have dinner?"

"Don't eat, brother Huang Yao invited me to his autograph event, it's rare for brother Huang Yao to ask me out, I can't miss this opportunity, I have to go there now!" Zuo Tian trotted downstairs with her bag in front of Jian Xun Turned around, "Am I beautiful?"

Jian Xun said: "Beautiful, fairies come down to earth."

Zuo Tian blinked at him with satisfaction: "Thank you." She rushed out the door, and she thought just as she was leaving—as if she forgot something important?

I can't remember it for a while.

Oh, forget it, it's important to see Brother Huang Yao first.

Jian Xun sent a WeChat message to Zuo Fan, asking if he was coming back for dinner.

Satoshi didn't reply.

Jian Xun had no choice but to eat first. This was the first time he felt this way, the feeling of waiting for someone to go home to eat.

Bread was playing on the table in the living room, and there was a glass of milk next to the computer. Suddenly, with a bang, the milk glass was knocked over.

"Bread!" Jian Xun hurriedly rushed over to lift up the computer, "Look at you... Zuo Fan knows that you will definitely be kicked out of the house!"

He put the computer on the sofa, cleaned up the milk on the table with a rag, and when he turned to take the computer, he accidentally touched the computer screen. On the desktop, there was a folder named "mylove".

Jian Xun's fingers paused.

This "mylove" should be the boy Sashige had a crush on.

Jian Xun was suddenly a little curious. To be honest, he really wanted to know what kind of person Zuo Fan could love so exclusively for so many years.

I really want to see it...

Can you take a look at what it looks like?

No, peeking at other people's privacy is very immoral.

Jian Xun silently spurned herself in her heart.

He stared at the photo album with an itchy heart.

To see, or not to see...

Peeking at other people's stuff is so immoral, forget it.

"Meow~" Bread jumped up again at this time, walking back and forth on the sofa fearlessly.

"Bread!" Jane looked for a cat teaser, "Okay, okay, I know you're lonely, so I'll play with you for a while."

He found the cat teasing stick in the box, and when he turned around, he saw Bread stepping on the keyboard, and then, the folder was clicked open just like that...

Jian Xun didn't realize that the folder was opened, he just squatted down and waved the cat teaser: "Bread, come here, if you don't want to be thrown out of the house."

Bread glanced at him lazily, with words written all over his face, "Do you think that kind of thing can attract my mother?"

Jian Xun was helpless, "Master, what do you want to play?"

Bread: "Meow~"

Jian Xun took out another laser pointer from the cabinet and shone it on the carpet: "What about this one?"

When Bread saw the little red dot of the laser pointer, he rushed over instantly. Jian Xun heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to walk over to get the computer when there was the sound of keys turning at the door.

Jian Xun looked up and said, "You're back."

Zuo Fan gave a low "um", sounding a little tired.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"No."

"I'll go and heat you up." Jian Xun said and went into the kitchen.

Zuo Fan saw the computer screen on the sofa, and the folder named "mylove" was opened, and all the photos displayed in it were Jian Xun's photos, in school uniform, his silhouette eating on the rooftop, and his The back view of him walking on the playground, his dozing off in the classroom, his yawning and doing morning exercises, his habit of entering the cafeteria while biting his milk, pushing his bicycle out of the school gate... almost all his appearances have been recorded, in pixels It's not very high, and it can be seen that it was taken with a Nokia mobile phone of that era, but no matter how many generations of mobile phones have been changed, these photos have been kept.

Seeing the moment the folder was opened, Zuofu's brain went blank for a moment, all his blood seemed to flow backwards, and his fingertips were so cold that they lost touch.

Until Jian Xun came out with dinner, and said with a normal expression: "Come and eat."

He seemed to have recovered his soul: "You..."

Jian Xun: "What?"

"you saw it?"

"what?"

Jian Xun didn't understand what he meant.

Zuo Fan was a little depressed, and his voice was even a little dry, he said: "You have seen it all..."

Only then did Jian Xun's gaze pass over his body and land on the computer screen. Due to the distance, he couldn't see clearly. He could only see that the folder was open. He reacted for a few seconds and said, "Ah, that... I I didn’t look at it, it was the bread and I stomped on it and accidentally opened it, I really didn’t look at it.”

Hearing this sentence, Zuo Fan felt that he had returned to the world from hell, and his blood finally began to flow again. He pressed his temple with his index finger: "Yes."

Jane saw that he closed the computer and went upstairs without saying a word. He didn't know if his behavior had offended him, and he stood there a little at a loss.

About 10 minutes later, Zuo Fan didn't come down, so Jian Xun rushed to the bread and said, "Bread, come here."

Bread ran over, Jian Xun bent down and picked it up: "We seem to have done something wrong, can we go upstairs to apologize to him?"

Bread nestled in his arms, with a look of not knowing what happened, and licked his feet leisurely.

Zuo Fan sat in the study, wearing his pair of glasses that he would only wear when he was working, staring at the documents in his hand, the laptop had already been received by him somewhere, Jian Xun walked to the door, He knocked on the door twice and said, "Can I confess something to you?"

Zuo Fan crossed his fingers and propped his chin, and said to him, "Come here."

Jian Xun walked over, pulled a chair and sat next to him, looked at Zuo Fan's side face, and found that he was not angry or intended to beat himself up, and then said: "Actually, I almost wanted to peek at you folder." He admitted embarrassingly, "Because I think how can you like someone for so many years when you are so cold, I just want to see what the person you like looks like. But I held back, After all, it's not good to peek at other people's privacy, even if we are partners in name, I'm not qualified to read these things. That folder was really opened by Bread, really!"

Jian Xun lifted the culprit in his arms, and brought it to Zuo Fan.

Zuo Fan rubbed Bread's head, and then Jian Xun's head: "Well, I believe you."

Because if Jian Xun saw the content in the album, it would definitely not be the current reaction.

Jian Xun seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then recalled how terrible the expression on Zuo Fan's face was when he found out that his folder had been opened, and he jokingly said: "You don't even know how serious you were just now, as if It looks like some kind of shady little movie is stored in it."

Zuo Fan said: "If it was a small movie, I wouldn't hide it like this, I would take it out and share it with you."

Jian Xun was startled, and shook his head again and again: "No need, no need."

Zuo Fan approached him, with teasing at the end of his upturned eyes: "Don't tell me you haven't seen it?"

Jian Xun's ears turned red: "Of course I've seen it, how could I not have seen it! I watched it with my roommate."

In fact, when Li Zhenran invited him to watch it together, he couldn't watch it after the beginning, and found an excuse to leave.

Zuo Fan just looked at him like this, as if he had seen through it long ago but didn't expose it.Seeing him make Jian Xun feel guilty, he grabbed the bread to cover his face.

Then a chuckle was heard overhead.

Jian Xun realized later——Am I being tricked again?

He said very unhappily: "Does your crush know that you have such a bad side?"

Zuo Fan: "He knows now."

"Huh? What?"

Zuo Fan: "Go out, I have to work overtime."

"Oh, then I'll help you put the food in the incubator, you remember to eat."

After Jian Xun finished speaking, he stood up: "Do you want to keep the bread with you?"

Zuo Fan looked at the culprit who almost revealed his secret to the public, and said, "Take it away."

Bread: Meow meow? ? ?

After Jian Xun went out, he saw Huang Yao sent a message among the three people.

Huang Yao: Fan Zong!

Huang Yao: Tiantian said that she forgot to put Jian Xun's photo back on the computer for you!

Huang Yao: President Fan, so are you okay now?

Huang Yao: Did the car overturn?

Huang Yao: Do ​​you need me to beat up Tiantian for you?She is right next to me!

Huang Yao: I'm lying to you. I can't do it. I don't beat up women. Tiantian said that she knew she was wrong. Please don't blame her.

Huang Yao: Boss Lin is also next to me. He said that if you fall out of love, he can call chickens for you for free.

Lin Zejing: I didn't say call him a chicken, thank you.

Huang Yao: What?Didn't you say you wanted to help him hold a lovelorn party?

Lin Zejing: That's not called a chicken, thank you.

Zuo Fan rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, and sighed: I don't need a lovelorn party, and I don't need a chicken, so I told Tiantian to go home early.

Huang Yao: Good fan!

Huang Yao: I promise to send Tiantian home safely!

Huang Yao: Mr. Fan, don't be overwhelmed

Huang Yao: Do ​​you need me to drink with you?Although I have to shoot tomorrow, but for the sake of my brothers, I can use both sides, and if I need it, I will speak up.

Lin Zejing: You just don't want to work tomorrow.

Lin Zejing: If you dare to miss tomorrow's filming, I will castrate you and send you to be a chicken.

Huang Yao: ...

Huang Yao: Look, Mr. Fan, I am much worse than you. I have such a vampire boss. Compared with this, do you feel much better?

In order not to let Huang Yao continue to talk nonsense, Zuo Fan finally said: I am not broken in love, you can rest assured.

Huang Yao: What?Haven't broken up?Tiantian is already writing an [-]-character letter of repentance, and the chicken is already on its way.

Huang Yao: In this case, I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years.

Huang Yao: If you want to celebrate your escape, I can also drink with you.

Lin Zejing: Go to work.

Huang Yao: Good boss.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang, and Jian Xun's voice came from downstairs: "Fan Zong, there is takeaway, do you order fried chicken?"

Sashige: ...

Jian Xun: "You didn't eat dinner because you were waiting for the chicken."

So, among the three people——

Zuo Fan: I offer one hundred thousand, who will assassinate Huang Yao for me.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Lin Zejing drove Zuo Tian and Huang Yao back. As soon as Zuo Tian entered the door, he gave Zuo Fan a ninety-degree bow: "I'm sorry, brother! I was wrong!"

Zuo Fan was not angry, but said: "Go to bed early."

Zuo Tian, ​​who was granted amnesty, ran upstairs.Huang Yao said: "Don't you really need me to drink with you? I really can drink with you until dawn..." He walked in while talking, and within a few steps, Lin Zejing picked him up like a chicken being caught by an eagle. Pulled back the collar.

"Even if you drink to death, you still have to work tomorrow." Boss Lin said mercilessly.

Huang Yao sat back in the car with an angry face.

Lin Zejing said goodbye to Zuo Fan, and returned to the car. He closed the car door, and Huang Yao asked, "Can I not go? That mv director always eats my tofu! He's trying to mess with me!"

Lin Zejing drove silently and ignored him.

Huang Yao continued to mutter: "I'm a singer, and I'm not out to sell it! Is he the only director in the whole world? Can't I change it?"

Seeing that Lin Zejing remained silent, like a block of ice, Huang Yao made a fuss again, such as "utterly devoid of conscience", "you have no heart", "forced into prostitution", "black-hearted factory"... Finally Tired, he leaned on the passenger seat and fell asleep.

The car drove silently for a certain distance. Lin Zejing picked up the phone and dialed a number. He said in a deep voice, "Who is the director who will shoot Huang Yao's MV tomorrow? Change it."

The next day, when Jian Xun went to the company, he was called into the biggest opinion conference room for a meeting. He sat next to Chen Junyang. Chen Junyang signaled him not to speak. He was a newcomer. After listening for a long time, he found out that their new game "miscarried" Now, all the hard work is in vain, all the hard work is in vain, and everyone is unhappy.

Someone asked: "Then what should I do? Can I sue them for plagiarism?"

The legal counsel said: "In principle, the rules of intellectual activities are not protected by law. At best, we can only ask former employees to make corresponding compensation according to the confidentiality agreement, but it is almost impossible to remove games that have been released by other companies. thing."

Everyone was silent, and the atmosphere became more and more gloomy.

If there is anyone who can maintain rational thinking and preside over the overall situation at this time, it is only Zuo Fan. I saw him sitting at the head of the long table, his eyes were calm, and he said in a low voice: "Call out our plan B."

"Yes."

Xu Zhe operated the projector, and soon, another game proposal appeared on the big screen.

Chen Junyang told Jian Xun in a low voice: "This is our plan B. At the very beginning, in order to avoid accidents, Mr. Fan asked to plan and produce two games. One is Western Mythology and the other is Eastern Mythology. At the final vote, Everyone said that we already had an ancient game "Flying Flower Order", which eliminated Eastern mythology, so the one we are about to put on the shelves has a Western mythology background."

"But I think that oriental mythology is more in line with the aesthetics of Chinese people. Why do you think that making oriental mythology is just copying "Flying Flower Order" and not trying to surpass it?" Jian Xun said.

It was not loud, but everyone around could hear it.

The product manager looked at him: "Go on."

Jian Xun: "I know that your decision to launch the Western mythology version must have gone through a lot of professional market research and analysis. I am just talking about my thoughts as a game lover. When I played "Flying Flower Order", I was attracted by the characters and scenes. , a large part of it is that the game conveys a strong culture that only Chinese people understand. For example, if a female player wants to marry a male player, they can send the item [Red Bean]. Nanguo, this thing is the most lovesick. Sorry, my cultural class is not very good. I only remember these two sentences, but even if I am a scumbag like me, I can immediately understand the meaning of lovesickness exclusive to red beans, because We are born with Chinese romance."

Jian Xun has never been good at speaking in front of many people, but as a hardcore player of "Flying Flower Order", he really has a lot to say, "The rivers and lakes in "Flying Flower Order" are feelings and cultural values. Our new The game, why not directly link with "Flying Flower Order", it has brought glory to Fanxing Technology, so don't be afraid of it, even if it is not working now, the daily activity is low, the new rate is low, and the player is gradually losing, but it is still our huge All the old players have established a social group in it, and they have feelings for it, and they will not leave easily. If "Flying Flower Order" is linked, the entire community can be attracted to the new game."

The product manager pondered for a moment: "We have considered what you said. We chose Western mythology after long-term market research, data calculation, peer comparison, and expert evaluation. The background of Western mythology in China still has its unique attraction. force."

Jian Xun: "I'm sorry, I may be too naive."

"No." The product manager said, "What you said is very reasonable. Up to now, we have only this way to go."

He Yundao: "But we are about to have a holiday, and there are still seven days until the Spring Festival. It is too late to make a new game."

"Then postpone the launch time." Zuo Fan said, "Do it again."

"Then do it again!" Almost all the employees said in unison.

A man from the planning department patted the table: "I have made "Flying Flower Order" before, so I am afraid that I will not be able to make a second ancient game?"

The dull atmosphere in the meeting room finally warmed up a bit. Everyone seemed to be alive. When the meeting ended, they chatted with each other: "We have to work overtime again during the Spring Festival."

"What's the name of the game produced by your opponent?"

"Masters of Olympus."

"Hehe, it's rubbish when you hear it. Can't you think of a better name for copying ours?!"

Generally, game companies have a holiday on the day before New Year's Eve, so there are still six days to spare. Everyone works hard and works overtime until ten o'clock every day.

But the last one to go was Sashige.

Every time Jian Xun gets off work, she can see the light coming from the crack in the door of the president's office.

Jian Xun hasn't had dinner with him for several days.

On this day, Jian Xun finished his day's work and didn't leave. He deliberately waited until the whole company left, and knocked on the door of the president's office.

"Enter."

There was only one word, but the exhaustion in the voice could be heard.

Jian Xun opened the door and walked in: "Mr. Fan."

Zuo Fan sat behind the desk, wearing a pair of glasses, looking more elite.He raised his head when he heard the sound, his eyes were slightly surprised: "Why didn't you leave?"

He is an intern, and Lao Lin should not entrust him with too important work, so he does some auxiliary work such as coloring every day, and the workload will not be heavy.

Jian Xun was at a loss for words for a while, Jin came in, but he hadn't figured out the reason for coming in, he just wanted to see Zuo Fan.

After hesitating at the door for a long time, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "You didn't leave either."

Zuo Fan seemed to think of looking at his watch only now, it was already 11:30, and then he frowned: "I'll order food for you."

"I've eaten." Jian Xun said hastily.

Their design department usually goes to have dinner at 06:30 recently, and then comes back to work until [-]:[-], and then gets off work.

"Then let me order you some supper." Zuo Fan couldn't help but ask Xu Zhe to order a papaya milk.

Jian Xun is a bit puzzled, why is Zuo Fan always thinking about me?

He is the one who has been working so hard without sleeping or eating.

Xu Zhe was very efficient. He brought a bowl of papaya milk packed from a five-star hotel, put it in Jian Xun's hand, and went out.

Jian Xun held the dessert in his hand, the aroma of papaya and the mellowness of milk were entwined, which aroused his appetite.

"I'm not hungry." Zuo Fan, who started to work, almost blocked all senses.

"How can you not be hungry. You must not have eaten since noon. I finally know how your stomach problem came from!" Jian Xun felt a kind of heartache for no reason, and the heartache was mixed with something similar to that of an old mother The emotion of hating iron but not steel. .

Zuo Fan looked calm, pulled a chair to his side, and then patted the chair: "Come and sit."

Jian Xun sat down angrily: "You must have irregular meals for the past few years because of work, how can you do this? Komori used to be rebellious and didn't eat when he was adolescence. I always pressed his head and told him to eat. You are not either. My brother, I don't care about you, but you must know how to cherish your body..."

Zuo Fan looked at his fried hair, but became more gentle, and said slowly: "I'll watch you eat, that's fine."

"How can you feel full just watching me eat? No, you have to eat too." Jian Xun insisted.

Zuo Fan looked at him silently, and there was something in his eyes: "Are you caring about me?"

"I don't care who you care about?!" Jian Xun blurted out.

As soon as he said it, he regretted it.

When the contract was engaged, wasn't it agreed to complement each other and interfere with each other?

Did he cross the line a bit?

For a moment neither of them spoke.

"What I mean is, we're engaged on the surface...I just care about you on the surface..."

The corners of Zuo Fan's mouth slightly lifted up, the light reflected on his black eyes, and the stars inside were all lit up.Then, he seemed to compromise a step: "You eat first, I will eat if you can't eat."

"You said so." Jian Xun rolled his eyes, lowered his head and took a sip of milk, then raised his head and said with a scheming expression, "I can't eat any more."

Zuo Fan's eyelashes trembled, looking at Jian Xun's smirking face, there was an elusive expression in his eyes.

The corner of Jian Xun's mouth was still smeared with cow's brain foam, and he pushed the dessert towards Zuo Fan: "I can't eat any more, you have to eat the rest. You are the boss of a big company, don't you keep your word? "

Zuo Fan stared at Jian Xun closely, rolled his Adam's apple, and sighed from his throat: "You are always like this..." He leaned over, "It's always good."

"Eh? What, what..." Maybe Zuo Fan's face under the light was so charming that Jian Xun forgot to move for a while.

Zuo Fan's hand slowly clasped the back of Jian Xun's head: "It's because of this that I can't let you go."

Jian Xun felt the other party's breath getting closer.

"I... can't let go."

Just when Zuo Fan's lips were about to touch his own, Jian Xun suddenly turned his head to the side in fright, and fell to the ground.

Zuo Fan's lips only lightly brushed his cheek.

Jian Xun was dumbfounded, covered his cheek with his hand, and pointed at Zuo Fan tremblingly with the other hand: "You, what do you want?"

Zuo Fan looked down at Jian Xun from top to bottom. The expression at this moment was something Jian Xun had never seen before. He whispered, "I want to kiss you, can't you see it?"