There aren't many dedicated stand-ins like me.

Fu Ran hugged his head reflexively, and when he found that Mr. Han had no intention of doing anything, he smiled shyly, "Husband."

Mr. Han pursed his lips, "Are you afraid of me?"

Nonsense, which normal person is not afraid of seeing that scene just now?

Fu Ran felt that this was all good for him, and the boy's female companions hid in the corner and cried for a round, okay?

However, Louis actually acted quite calmly. As expected, he was a rich second generation from a top wealthy family, but he had more knowledge than poor people like him.

The staff of the art museum came a little earlier than the police. The staff surrounded them and said that no one was allowed to leave until the police arrived. Mr. Han was not afraid at all. He stood there expressionless, his tall body like a towering mountain. .

Assistant Liu went over to talk to the person in charge. I don't know what Assistant Liu said. The attitude of the manager changed 180 degrees immediately. He said that Mr. Han should go to the lounge and wait patiently, because the scene was horrible and there were passers-by watching. It is really inappropriate for Mr. Han to stand in the crowd.

Fu Ran was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, "Is this all right?"

Louis folded his arms and said, "Do you think rich people can do whatever they want?"

Louis is a gringo idiom is very smooth.

Fu Ran said: "Evil capitalism."

Lewis is also a member of capitalism. He wanted to salvage the image of capitalism, so he said, "Not all capitalism is as cruel as Han..."

Before the words finished, Fu Ran continued, "But this damn capitalism tastes so sweet."

"..." Blame him for not knowing Fu Ran deeply enough.

The police also arrived not long after, and a group of people were all taken back to the police station to understand the situation, but the treatment was very obvious. Mr. Han sat in the police station for a while, drank a cup of tea and came out, leaving only the big The lawyer handles the follow-up.

That incident during the day left Fu Ran with lingering fears. When he attended the reception with Mr. Han at night, he would sneak glances at Mr. Han from time to time.

How can a man be gentle and serious in public, but brutal and violent in private?

It is true that everyone will behave differently on different occasions, but Mr. Han is too distorted.

I don't know how many times I was peeked by Fu Ran, Mr. Han couldn't bear it anymore and said: "If you have something to say, just say it."

"It's okay." Fu Ran had a natural expression.

"Then why keep looking at me, I have flowers on my face?"

Fu Ran smiled, "You look good."

"Slick tongue." Mr. Han commented in silence for a few seconds.

Fu Ran shrugged, with an indifferent expression on his face.

"You go shopping first, don't go far."

"Oh well."

As soon as the order was placed, Furan rushed to the exquisite snacks on the table. He picked up a plate of cream cakes and stood in the corner eating slowly. Suddenly, someone bumped his elbow, and all the cakes on the spoon were eaten. gave the corners of the mouth.

"I'm sorry, sir, are you okay?" The waiter who was carrying the drink quickly apologized.

Fu Ran said with a good temper: "It's okay, just pay more attention next time."

"Thank you sir, there are tissues here, sir."

"Well, I saw it, you go about your business."

Fu Ran picked up a paper towel and wiped the corner of his mouth, then stuck out his tongue and licked it around. He wasn't sure if it was wiped clean, so he pretended to look down at the phone, but in fact he was using the front camera of the phone to take a picture of himself.

His small gestures fell into the eyes of Mr. Han who was talking with people not far away. Mr. Han slowly stroked the wine glass with his fingertips, which was very meaningful.

Fu Ran is also quite cute sometimes.

As soon as this idea came up, Mr. Han frowned. Seeing Mr. Han frowning, the person who was talking next to him felt a thump in his heart. He couldn't help but stop talking, and asked Mr. Han carefully what he thought.

Mr. Han came back to his senses, and said coldly: "I don't think so, let's talk."

He walked towards Furan.