I was pampered after my fake marriage with the president

On the first night after moving out of Zuo Fan’s house, Jian Xun didn’t sleep well. The objective reason was that Li Zhenran’s parents took him to chat about Adventures in Thailand for an hour, and invited him to watch a video of a ladyboy show for an hour. They scolded Li Zhenran in front of him for another half an hour.

The subjective reason is...he kind of misses Zuo Fan.

It's a very strange feeling.

In Zuo Shige's house, even if you don't sleep in the same room, you know that he is next door, and you know that you can see him when you wake up tomorrow morning, so you can feel at ease.

He will always remember the day when he was kicked out by his uncle, wandering outside until late at night, and Zuo Fan, as if falling from the sky, said to him, "Let's go."

He asked, "Where are you going?"

He replied, "Go home."

Thinking about it now, what Zuo Fan said at the time was not "going back to my house", but "going home".

Jian Xun buried his head in the quilt, even a little sad - Zuo Fan is so kind, regardless of all external conditions, he himself is really too kind.

Just the right amount of gentleness, mature and reliable, and occasional caring.

He had secretly fantasized that if Zuo Fan didn't go to that fake marriage like Bai Yueguang, he would be able to live his whole life.

But the reality is - as Zuo Fan said, he will not give up Bai Yueguang because of a fake marriage, and he will pursue him more openly when he has the opportunity in the future.

So, what am I thinking...

He scrolled through Moments and saw Zuo Tian posted a selfie with bread, so he liked it.Then Zuo Tian sent him a WeChat message saying: "You won't eat without bread!"

Jian Xun said: "Maybe it's because I'm too old to bite, just soak it in water to soften it."

"Bah! Can't you see that I'm begging you to come back? It feels like this home is missing something without you! My brother, that guy, became quiet again, and ran into the storage room after work."

It was only then that Jian Xun remembered that there was indeed a storage room on the second floor of Zuo Fan's house, which was usually locked and never opened by anyone.

He asked: "What is in that storage room? Why is it so mysterious."

"That's naturally very important to my brother. If you want to know, ask him yourself."

Jian Xun was helpless, so she stopped asking: "Then show me the bread~"

"The bread is in the storage room with my brother, if you want to see it, ask my brother to take a picture for you!"

Jian Xun pouted - how dare I.

When he went to work the next day, he was a little absent-minded and always wanted to secretly look at the window of the president's office, but that window was a shutter, only the people inside could see the outside, and the outside could not see the inside.

When he was tired of painting, he propped his head in a daze, imagining that Zuo Fan was inside at this moment, holding a pen and working hard.

At this time Xu Zhe came over, holding a cup of Starbucks in his left hand and a cup of milk tea in his right hand.

It should be sent to Fan Zong's office.

But he passed by Jian Xun's table, and suddenly put the milk tea on Jian Xun's table.

Jian Xun: "?????"

Xu Zhe said in a low voice, as if he was explaining a work task: "Mr. Fan ordered for you."

Jian Xun was taken aback, his eyes widened.

Order for me?

Seeing that Xu Zhe was about to deliver the cup of Starbucks, he quickly stood up and said, "I'll come, I'll come!"

"You come?"

"By the way, I would like to thank Fan Zong for the milk tea."

Then, regardless of Xu Zhe's expression, he took the Starbucks in his hand and walked in.

Zuo Fan was leaning on the window to make a phone call, with his back turned to him, when he heard someone coming in, he thought it was Xu Zhe, so he pointed to the desk: "Put it on the desk."

Jian Xun silently put the coffee on the table.

Zuo Fan asked again, "Has his cup been delivered yet?"

Jian Xun said, "It's delivered."

Hearing the familiar voice, Zuo Fan turned his head, stared at Jian Xun for a few seconds, and hung up the phone decisively.

"It's you."

"Well, that...thank you for the milk tea."

"Ah."

Both of them fell silent after speaking.

Zuo Fan's heart: He took the initiative to talk to me, I am so happy...

Jian Xun thought: What should I do? Is there any excuse to say a few more words to him?

Huang Yao on the other end of the phone: "Hello? Hello?? Why did you hang up! I just talked about what to do after taking the medicine! Why did you hang up when the main event came! Do you still want to go to Xiao Xunxun!"

Huang Yao cursed at the receiver, and then named the group of the three of them "Waiting is not a solution, only doing is the only hope!".

Lin Zejing, who was next to him, saw the group name, his expression twisted, and every eyebrow revealed disgust.

Huang Yao lay down on the sofa, and muttered: "I really hate Zuo Fan, if I were him, I would arrest Jian Xun right now, lock him up, and it will be dark all day long."

Lin Zejing ignored Huang Daxingxing's tiger and wolf words, and asked: "I gave you the key to let you come here early in the morning to disturb people's dreams?"

That's right, both of them are at Lin Zejing's house now, and Huang Yao is still wearing last night's performance costume, occupying the sofa in a big way.

"Oh, Boss Lin, I rehearsed until four o'clock in the morning yesterday, and I came home hungry. Before I had time to eat, I saw black people blackmailing me on the Internet! They said that I sang out of tune and had a red face on the Internet! To be reasonable, you can accuse me Poor business ability, but I can’t say that I have an internet celebrity face! My whole face is pure and natural! I haven’t moved a single place! My young heart can’t bear this kind of blow, I need comfort, I need a shelter from the wind, you You can't drive me away, it would be too inhuman if you drive me away."

Lin Zejing: "I gave you the key for you to use it like this? My home is your safe haven?"

Huang Yao blinked: "Isn't it?"

Lin Zejing took out his mobile phone, Huang Yao hurriedly asked: "What do you want to do? Are you going to call NIKO and tell him to take me away?"

Then, without waiting for Lin Zejing's answer, he hugged his waist and shook: "I've been spinning for a week, I don't want to work anymore! Boss Lin, look at me, who is weak and helpless, how dare you call me? Niko, I will hang myself in your living room right now!"

"..." Lin Zejing lowered his eyes, looked at the rambunctious star hugging his waist, and said coldly: "Aren't you hungry? I'll order you something to eat."

Huang Yao was stunned for three seconds: "One basket of crab roe soup, one serving of duck blood vermicelli soup, one serving of fried rice noodles, honey lemon grapefruit tea, half a glass of iced sugar, thank you!!"

Lin Zejing: "..."

After a while, the butler brought their order over.Huang Yao got up to eat, Lin Zejing said: "Has the company taught you a class on artist image management?"

Huang Yao ate like a hamster, puffing out his cheeks: "Yes."

"Then, can you say such things as day and night?"

"But that's what I think. If I were Zuo Fan, and I've loved Jian Xun for eight years, how could I still tolerate him running away from me? If I dare to take a step, I will drag him back to Japan."

Lin Zejing held his eyebrows together: "You better shut up."

Huang Yao poked the rice noodles in the bowl with his chopsticks, and raised his eyes: "Boss Lin, why didn't you see the beauty you were photographed last time? Why don't you take her home?"

Lin Zejing frowned: "Which one."

"That's, that's... the woman who wears a white suspender dress with big waves and heavy makeup as if she is going to sing an opera, holding your arm at the entrance of Dynasty Hotel!"

Lin Zejing seemed to remember it, and slowly leaned back on the sofa, "You remember it quite clearly."

Huang Yao choked: "It's not that I remember clearly, it's that the photos were taken too clearly. To be honest, you have bad eyesight. That woman is a bit old for you."

Lin Zejing: "Why are you so worried about my private life?"

"I don't have it! I don't worry about it! I think you have bad eyesight. If you want to raise a young girl, you should take care of a juicy little girl. Why don't you think about it and take care of that old woman."

"I repeat, I didn't take care of anyone." Lin Zejing stuffed a crab roe soup dumpling into Huang Yao's mouth, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Hot, hot, hot!!!" Huang Yao finished his meal with difficulty, and then said, "No, Boss Lin, I sincerely suggest that if you want to take care of someone, you should consider me. First of all, I am good-looking , Secondly, I eat less..." He hid the food on the table behind his back, "Finally, my ass turned up."

Lin Zejing: "..."

The butler at the side: I shouldn't be here...

"Boss Lin, look at me, I don't want to work hard~ You can even take care of old women, so you can take care of me too~"

Huang Yao grabbed Lin Zejing's sleeve and shook it.

Lin Zejing: "Okay."

Huang Yao: "..."

……

……

"Huh?" Huang Yao was stunned.

Lin Zejing: "Okay."

"What good?"

Lin Zejing lifted him up: "Let's go, go to the room to fulfill the obligation of taking care of him."

"No, no! Boss Lin, wait a minute! I suddenly feel that it is impossible! Such a holy superior-subordinate relationship between me and you cannot be tarnished!" Huang Yao held on to the armrest of the sofa.

"Don't you want to work hard?"

"How can I do it if I don't work hard? I am the pillar of the motherland and the successor of socialism. I will work hard and strive for a well-off life!"

Huang Yao looked back at Boss Lin miserably: "Boss, I was wrong, I was joking, I was all joking..."

Lin Zejing let him go: "Me too."

Huang Yao was stunned: "Huh?"

"Let me say this one last time, I never take care of anyone." Lin Zejing said, "The one who was photographed last time was my aunt. She came back from Italy, and I took care of her."

Huang Yao digested this sentence in a daze, and squeezed out a sentence from his throat with difficulty: "I'll just say it, my aunt is really charming and radiant..."