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

After finally escaping from the wolf-like little reporter from the TV station, Fu Ran looked around like a guilty conscience along the way, for fear that another reporter from another station would come out, and he didn't carry it until he returned to the apartment and closed the door. heart down.

Take off your coat, put on your apron, roll up your sleeves and go.

There was a busy figure in the kitchen. After more than half an hour, the smell of food came out of the kitchen and filled the entire living room.

In such a warm atmosphere, if someone pushes the door and walks in after a day's work, he should feel happy.

"Mr. Han, you are back." Fu Ran stood at the door and looked at Mr. Han with a smile in his eyes.

"Yes." Mr. Han put on the slippers that he had prepared earlier, and handed over his coat to Fu Ran by the way.

Fu Ran took the suit jacket and hung it up, "The meal is ready, shall we eat now?"

Mr. Han looked down at his watch, "Eat in half an hour."

"Ok."

Fu Ran thought that the food might be cold, so he put it on the steamer to warm it.

Mr. Han entered the study, Fu Ran poured a cup of tea and took it in, only to find that the other party was still processing company mail.

He secretly felt that it was not easy to be the president, put down the teacup lightly, and then quietly retreated.

In the study, Mr. Han picked up the cup and took a sip of tea naturally, then he was slightly taken aback, staring at the green tea leaves in the cup, wondering what he was thinking.

Half an hour later, Fu Ran came to call Mr. Han to eat, and Mr. Han turned off the computer and walked out of the study.

The two sat at the dining table and ate quietly.

After about 5 minutes, Fu Ran put down his chopsticks, took a peek at Mr. Han, and said, "Mr. Han, I want to order two sets of Hanfu for each employee in the teahouse, and let them wear Hanfu to attract customers... "

Fu Ran spoke very euphemistically, but he believed that the big boss, who was worth hundreds of millions every minute, could understand what he said.

Sure enough, Mr. Han spat out a few words, "How much does it cost, is 20 enough?"

Wow, Mr. Han said 20 yuan when he opened his mouth. Is 20 yuan equivalent to 20 yuan in the hands of ordinary people for Mr. Han?

Fu Ran nodded heavily, and hurriedly said: "Enough, of course it is enough!"

Mr. Han said: "With more money, you can buy clothes for yourself."

"OK."

Good-quality Hanfu is not cheap. There are hundreds of thousands of clothes. Now he has to fight for his character and see what his employees will choose. I hope this group of guys will choose. Clothes can be well under his budget, so he sends them!

After eating, a certain amount of exercise is needed to digest food. Mr. Han and Fu Ran chose the same exercise in a tacit understanding. The two helped each other to digest food together. It was very good, hehehehe...

After the friendly digestion exercise, Fu Ran huddled under the blanket as if he had lost his bones, and the broken hair on his forehead was drenched with sweat.

Mr. Han is a regular exerciser, unlike Fu Ran who collapsed decadently after exercising, he is currently taking a shower in the bathroom.

The sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped, Fu Ran raised his eyelids and looked towards the door of the bathroom. A beautiful body with smooth and full muscle texture appeared in his sight. He was envious and a little scared at the same time.

I am envious of the other person's body so good that it explodes, and I am afraid that the other person's physical strength will last so long that it is terrifying.

Seeing Fu Ran staring at him, Mr. Han walked towards the bed while wiping his wet hair with a towel, "Look at me?"

Fu Ran said: "How long does Mr. Han usually spend on fitness?"

Mr. Han thought for a while and replied, "Go to the gym when you think about it."

"..."

What he said made people jealous, Fu Ran buried his head in the quilt face down and pretended to be dead.

Mr. Han looked down at someone lazy in the bed, "Go take a bath."

Fu Ran said in a muffled voice, "wait a minute."

He really didn't have the strength to get out of bed.

In the next second, Fu Ran felt a chill on his body, and the thin air-conditioning quilt was lifted by Mr. Han, who hugged him up.

Fu Ran let out an exclamation, and hurriedly grabbed Mr. Han's neck, her little heart was beating wildly - frightened.

He just thought that Mr. Han was going to pick him up and throw him out of the window.

"I, I, I, I, I'm going to take a shower, I'm going to take a shower, can you let me down?"

Mr. Han lowered his head, and the two looked at each other, big eyes to small eyes. After a while, Mr. Han moved his lips: "Can you do it alone?"

"It should be possible." Fu Ran blinked, trying to let Mr. Han see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Then go wash it yourself, if you can't clean it, go to the guest room and sleep."

Mr. Han put Fu Ran down. As soon as Fu Ran's feet touched the ground, his legs felt weak. He knelt down on the ground and his mouth twitched.

At this moment, the air was suddenly a little awkward.

Fu Ran looked up at Mr. Han, Mr. Han frowned, and said helplessly, "Are you going to bow down to me?"

Fu Ran thought for a while and said, "If I say yes..."

Mr. Han quickly answered, "Today's 20 is not for nothing."

Listen, listen, is this boss talking in human terms? What do you mean 20 is not for nothing? !

Fu Ran recalled the transfer message he received after dinner, um... um... It's really not in vain, he is willing to kneel down to the benefactor's father!

Mr. Han didn't know what was going on in Fu Ran's mind. Seeing that Fu Ran hadn't gotten up for a long time, he thought it was because he had done it too hard. It was rare for him to feel a little pity, "Are you okay, I can take you into the bathroom Help you take a bath, or carry you to the guest room."

Fu Ran grabbed Mr. Han's trouser legs, "Then please ask Mr. Han to help me take a bath!"

How pitiful it is to sleep alone in a deserted guest room. There is a hot and big human-shaped pillow in the master bedroom. Humans just want to treat themselves better.

Don't look at Mr. Han always with a sullen face as if he is extraordinarily indifferent, he was very gentle in helping Fu Ran take a bath. He first put hot water in the bathtub, and carefully tested the water temperature. He used the shower before, so the floor was wet and slippery. He went to the closet to find two long towels and spread them on the floor to prevent slipping and falling.

After doing all this, Mr. Han carried Fu Ran into the bathtub.

"Next, can you do it yourself?"

Fu Ran nodded and watched Mr. Han go out.

Ah, this damn rich old man is so charming when he takes care of people.

Qu Shaozheng, Qu Shaozheng, thanks to my brother's professional ethics, otherwise I would have snatched away your suitor while you were away.

Fu Ran was humming a song and taking a bath while thinking about messy things.

After 15 minutes, Mr. Han knocked on the door, "Are you ready?"

Fu Ran smiled like a flower, "Mr. Han, just come in directly, and knock on the door, it's more common."

Mr. Han was silent for a few seconds, thinking that if he didn't knock on the door, would Fu Ran stop singing?