I was pampered after my fake marriage with the president

To ask how Jian Xun feels now——

regret.

Regret now.

Very sorry.

He still maintained the posture of putting his hand into Zuo Fan's trouser pocket, no matter how he looked at it, he was very suspicious, and he was caught straight.

For a moment, he wasn't sure whether it was more credible to say that he wanted to steal the key or that he was greedy for his body...

In the blink of an eye, many thoughts flashed through him, and he even had the idea of ​​knocking Zuo Fan unconscious and fleeing in fear of crime.

"You...didn't sleep?"

Zuo Fan didn't answer, but just looked at him, his eyes were a little foggy, and he seemed to be still in a state of drunkenness.

Jian Xun tentatively showed five fingers in front of his eyes, and shook them: "How much is this?"

Zuo Fan looked at the five long, slender and white fingers for a while, but did not answer, but raised his hand, opened his palm, inserted his fingers into Jian Xun's, and clenched them tightly.

Jian Xun: "..."

What the hell is he doing?

At this moment, he felt like his brain was about to explode.

I asked you to answer the number, not to ask you to interlock your fingers with me! ! ! !

"Mr. Fan?"

Jian Xun tried to break free, but as soon as he moved, Zuo Fan pulled him over. Jian Xun couldn't hold on, and lay on Zuo Fan's chest.

Jian Xun: ...

It's so exciting I can't stand it...

Looking at Zuo Fan from such a close distance, you can count each of his eyelashes, which is really impressive. Jian Xun closed his eyes and said silently: color is emptiness, emptiness is color...

Finally, his mind calmed down, even though he was so beautiful, he couldn't forget the important task of stealing the key.

Fanzong, no matter how seductive you are, I will stay calm.

At this time, Zuo Fan seemed to move again, he raised their hands to his lips, called "Xiao Xun", and then kissed Jian Xun's fingertips.

This……! ! !

Jian Xun's whole body felt like it had been electrified, and his skin got goosebumps.

it's over, it's over...

die, die, die...

This shit, it's not the feeling of heartbeat, but the feeling of heart explosion...

Reason told him that he should break free, but emotion told him truthfully that he was not willing to break free at all.

"Mr. Fan, are you really drunk or are you pretending to be drunk?" Since he had a bad record of teasing himself before, Jian Xun really doubted whether this person was playing tricks on him.

However, Zuo Fan remained silent, as if he had fallen asleep again.

Jian Xun shook his head - no, nothing can stop me from stealing the key!

He reached into Safuge's pocket again, and this time he finally managed to get the key.

But the other hand was held by Zuo Fan, he struggled twice, Zuo Fan frowned in a half-dream and half-awake: "Where are you going?"

Jian Xun got wise in a hurry: "Um, I want... to pee!"

Zuo Fan seemed to accept this reason, and asked: "How long are you going?"

Jian Xun broke the time casually: "2 minutes."

Zuo Fan: "120, 119, 118..."

Jian Xun's eyes widened: What the hell is the timer starting now? ? ?As expected of a boss, he's so smart even when he's drunk!

He found that Zuo Fan had let go of his hand, and quickly jumped out of bed with the key.

Go to the storage room at the end of the second floor.

Taking a deep breath, he inserted the key into the lock, and it was completely smooth. This is indeed the key to the storage room!

His heartbeat accelerated for no reason, and he had never been so nervous in the college entrance examination.

He turned the key slowly, only to hear a "click", and the door opened.

Jian Xun pushed open the door. It was dark inside, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He walked in, and then pressed the switch to turn on the light.

The flash of light made him close his eyes involuntarily, and he opened them slowly after he got used to it.

This room, how should I put it... was completely different from what he had imagined.

It stands to reason that the locked storage room should contain very valuable things, but this room looks like a shabby one no matter how you look at it.

First of all, there is a pair of very old sneakers at the door, which have been degummed. They look like they were bought for 25 yuan in a small commodity market.

No, that's not the point, the point is—how could Zuo Shige have such shoes?

The cardboard box in the corner is full of high school items, including school uniforms, school sportswear, middle school textbooks, etc. Among them, a stack of photo albums is very eye-catching.

Jian Xun randomly picked up one of the photo albums, opened it, and it said "Group Photo of Class [-] Graduates".

He still keeps things from so early?

Huh?

No, he is also in Class [-]?

I was also in Class [-] back then, it couldn't be such a coincidence.

Jian Xun originally wanted to take a look at Zuo Fan's appearance in high school, but when he took a closer look, he realized that this was not Zuo Fan's graduation photo at all.

This familiar teacher, classmate...

And the boy standing in the middle of the fourth row, isn't it him? ! !

This is my graduation photo, hello! ! ! !

And beside his head, he marked the word "Xiao Xun" with a pen and drew a heart.

"..."

Jian Xun froze in place.

weird...

so weird...

What kind of warped space-time is this? ?

Why does he have my graduation photo?

If he has a friend who is in the same class as me, so he collected this graduation photo, it makes sense, but why did he circle me alone?

And what is there to lock up this graduation photo so that no one can see it?

There are a hundred questions in Jian Xun's mind, making his head like a paste.

Even so, he had an intuition that he should continue to look at other things.

This storage room holds secrets.

He put down the photo album and picked up the school uniform in the cardboard box. This school uniform is a size M. According to Zuo Fan, he weighed 200 pounds in high school, and it is impossible to wear a size M school uniform. Then whose school uniform belongs to...

There is a difference in the color of the school uniform between the senior high school and the junior high school. The high school is darker and the junior high is lighter. This uniform is lighter, so it belongs to the junior high school?

Jian Xun suddenly remembered that he lost a school uniform when he graduated from junior high school, but he didn't care too much.

Thinking of this, an extremely absurd idea suddenly flashed in his mind... No way... No way... Impossible? ! ! !

He has the habit of writing his name on the collar of his school uniform, because he used to take off his school uniform on the playground in physical education class, and it is easy to take it by mistake if he does not write his name.

Thinking of this, the unbelievable speculation in his heart became clearer. He slowly, almost tremblingly, unfolded the school uniform, opened the collar, and finally found the faded handwriting on the inner neckline - Jian Xun.

This is his handwriting.He won't admit it.

Jian Xun felt that his brain had stopped functioning, and he couldn't understand what happened in front of him at all. He didn't know Zuo Fan before, why did Zuo Fan collect so many of his things?

He quickly took out all the textbooks in the cardboard box, opened them one by one, and found that his name was written on each one!

These books, when he graduated from junior high school, he obviously moved to the old book store of the school and donated them!How would it appear here?

There is also a pair of glasses in the cardboard box, the temples are broken, but he is very sure that these are the ones he wore in junior high school.

He remembered clearly the whereabouts of the glasses back then. It was on the rooftop, where he and a friend met for dinner and teased cats as usual.

That friend is fat, maybe 200 catties by visual inspection, but he never thinks there is anything wrong with being fat, and even thinks that friend is cute and chubby.

That friend's family seemed to be very poor, and he only ate two slices of bread for lunch every day, and had to share half to feed the cat. Jian Xun volunteered to share the fast food packed from the cafeteria with him.

But my friend didn’t eat much every time. He asked him if he didn’t like it, and the friend said, “No, it’s just that I’m not used to fast food.”

They never asked each other's names, and the content of the chat was very casual. They often chatted a little bit, talked about whatever came to mind, and lay down and basked in the sun when they were not talking, and they didn't feel embarrassed.

Once he said that his glasses were broken, and he got a new pair of glasses, and he wanted to throw away the old ones. The friend said, "Give it to me."

Jian Xun thought that he couldn't afford the glasses and wanted to use his worn-out ones, so he felt distressed, so he gave him the old glasses.

But why are these old glasses coming out now!now!exist!this!inside? !

He looked around the storage room and found that the tableware, quilts, pillows, etc. he had used at Zuo Fan's parents' house before were all piled up here! !

And the antlers and tails he wore on Christmas Day, right in the center of the table!

And that computer, which Jian Xun planned to steal, was also placed on the table.

Oh my god...somebody tell me what's going on...

At this moment, he didn't want to steal the computer, and he was even a little afraid. He was afraid that if he opened the computer and clicked on the folder, the photos in it would not be able to bear it.

At this time, a deep voice came from the door: "You have seen it all."

Jian Xun froze all over.

He turned his head little by little, and saw Safan leaning against the door.

He was still in a state of drunkenness, and his footsteps were a little sloppy.

Jian Xun pointed tremblingly at the things in front of him: "These...these things...are mine???"

If Zuo Fan is sober at this moment, he will definitely go crazy, because he is not ready to expose all this, the secret crush of these years to the person involved.

His love is too heavy, and he is sure that Jian Xun cannot bear it.

But now Zuo Fan is in a state of unconsciousness, and the alcohol has paralyzed his reason, making him unable to make a judgment. He only took two steps forward, and Jian Xun hurriedly took two steps back.

He took two more steps, staggering a bit, then suddenly tripped over something on the ground, his tall figure wobbled, and was about to fall down.

Although Jian Xun's mind was as messed up as if he had been bombed by a bomb, the moment he saw Zuo Fan about to fall, he still instinctively rushed to help him.

So Sato threw him to the ground like this.

"It's you."

Zuo Fan's eyes were full of drunkenness, and he pointed to something on the ground, "Here..."

Pointing to the computer on the table again, "Here..."

Finally, he pointed to his heart, "And here... it's all about you."

Jian Xun's pupils trembled twice, his Adam's apple rolled, his lips tightened, and after waiting for him for a few seconds, he slapped the school uniform in his hand on his face, and shouted: "Are you a fucking pervert? ?”