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

It has been a week since he became a stand-in, and Fu Ran still hasn't been able to adapt to Mr. Han. When he is bored, he will doubt whether Mr. Han is a human being.

It was another sunny day, and Fu Ran was snuggled up on the sofa in home clothes to watch a gourmet show. The chef in the show only relied on one trick?The rot carved flowers made his scalp tingle.

He doesn't want to be a chef, he just wants to learn how to cook the pickled fish dish. As the saying goes, if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach.

Fu Ran doesn't want Mr. Han's heart, he wants Mr. Han's body and small money.

Just as he was watching intently, the doorbell rang, and Fu Ran went to open the door, a little surprised.

"Assistant Liu?"

Assistant Liu held a formal suit in his hand, "Hello, Mr. Fu, this is the suit Mr. Han ordered for you. I will pick you up at seven o'clock tonight."

Fu Ran took the suit and asked Assistant Liu, "What do you need me to do?"

"Participate in a private banquet, and you will attend as Mr. Han's male companion."

"Oh." Fu Ran didn't ask any more questions, "Will Assistant Liu come in for a cup of tea?"

"No, Boss Han still needs me, so let's go."

"Then go slowly."

After sending Assistant Liu away, Fu Ran carefully hung up the expensive suit that he knew at a glance. Instead of continuing to watch TV, he checked the Internet for things to pay attention to and related etiquette when attending such a wealthy banquet.

He can't embarrass the gold master's father.

After practicing all afternoon, Fu Ran felt a little better. Assistant Liu drove over on time at seven o'clock in the evening. Fu Ran put on the suit, tied the bow tie, scratched his hair deliberately, and sprayed men's perfume on it. All this, he stepped into the elevator.

When Assistant Liu saw Fu Ran tidy up, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then he sincerely praised: "Mr. Fu doesn't know any male stars well."

Fu Ran has a special quality, which is very special and attractive, even the one who is studying abroad can't match it.

Of course, it is impossible for Assistant Liu to say these words to Mr. Han. He cherishes his high-paying job.

The car stopped in front of a five-star hotel. Assistant Liu gave the car key to the waiter to park it, and then took Fu Ran to find Mr. Han.

The elevator went up to the seventeenth floor, Assistant Liu took Fu Ran to a presidential suite, "Boss Han is inside."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you, thank you."

Fu Ran knocked on the door, and waited for a long time for Mr. Han to open the door. Mr. Han only had a bath towel around his lower body, his hair was soaked, and water droplets hung on his naked skin. His muscles were smooth and plump without being exaggerated, sexy and charming.

Fu Ran's throat rolled up and down, swallowed, and smiled, "Mr. Han, I'm here."

"Yeah." Mr. Han turned sideways to let Fu Ran in, and then locked the door.

Fu Ran wanted to sit down obediently and wait for Mr. Han to finish washing, but Mr. Han pressed him on the sofa.

Fu Ran felt a little distressed about the suit, "Mr. Han, the clothes...uh..."

Mr. Han didn't give him a chance to continue feeling distressed.

At 08:30, Fu Ran followed the well-dressed Mr. Han to the banquet scene on the fourth floor.

He glanced down at his clothes from time to time, for fear that there would be some marks on them, or that they would look messy. He also didn't have a fragrant smell on his body, and it was all washed away after taking a shower.

At this private banquet, the companions brought by everyone are more casual, a combination of men and men, men and women, or women and women.

Mr. Han doesn't need to curry favor with anyone, and he doesn't need to exchange drinks with others. Even if he stands still with a cold and indifferent face, a large number of people will come to chat with smiling faces.

It was the first time that Fu Ran followed Mr. Han in front of others, and from time to time people around him cast veiled glances at him.

Fu Ran pretended not to know, and followed Mr. Han honestly, wherever Mr. Han went.

"You don't have to follow me all the time, you can eat something by yourself when you're hungry." Mr. Han bowed his head and said to him.

Fu Ran said: "Then if someone comes to talk to me, how should I answer?"

"You can figure it out for yourself, and come to me if you can't solve it."

"OK."

Fu Ran walked towards the corner, picked up the small cake that he had coveted for a long time, and slowly ate it.

He found a place to sit down and looked at the people who came to the banquet while eating.

He recognized several popular traffic stars, as well as well-known directors, models, journalists, wealthy businessmen, and government officials.

This is the world of the boss. Before he met Mr. Han, he was so far away from this world.

Ah, no wonder wealthy old men are so popular, owning a wealthy old man is equivalent to reaching the pinnacle of life, Bai Fumei should stand aside for a while, it is not appropriate.

His thoughts drifted away, and he didn't pull back until a shadow was cast in front of him. Two or three people stood in front of him.

"You are Mr. Fu, right? I'm Zhao Cheng, and this is my business card."

Fu Ran took the business card, not understanding why an entertainment company's manager wanted him.

"What's the matter, Mr. Zhao?"

"Ah, it's like this. I've been paying attention to Mr. Fu for a long time. Mr. Fu's appearance is quite outstanding. I wonder if you intend to enter the entertainment industry? This is the vice president of our company, and this is Xu Qiqi. Xu Qiqi, you should be on TV I've seen her online, she is currently the hottest winner of the Silver Flower Award for Best Actress."

Zhao Cheng enthusiastically introduced the two people around him to Fu Ran.

Fu Ran lacked interest, he said politely: "Thank you, I know Miss Xu, but I don't want to enter the entertainment circle."

It is said that the person who is the vice president of the company smiled and said: "Mr. Fu is afraid that the entertainment industry will be too chaotic. It doesn't matter. With me here, you will be very successful in the entertainment industry."

Fu Ran shook his head, "Sorry, I really don't have that idea."

The vice president didn't force it anymore, but changed the topic, "I think Mr. Fu seems to be here with Mr. Han. I don't know what relationship Mr. Fu has with Mr. Han."

Fu Ran felt that the real purpose of the vice president was not to get him into the entertainment circle at all, but to inquire about his relationship with Mr. Han.

Fu Ran said: "I am friends with him, maybe you will see me on other occasions in the future."

The vice president smiled, "It's a good thing for young people to socialize more."

The female star Xu Qiqi looked inquiring, with disdain and sarcasm in her eyes, as well as an imperceptible trace of envy.

Fu Ran turned a blind eye to it. Some people may have guessed that he was a canary raised by Mr. Han, but he was a canary with a sense of peace of mind. He neither destroyed people's feelings nor endangered social harmony and stability. He didn't care what others thought of him.

After a hundred years, who will remember who? Small money is the most important thing.

A big hand rested on his shoulder, Fu Ran turned his head, showing a faint smile, "Why are you here?"

Mr. Han said: "Seeing that you have been here all the time, come and have a look."

The conversation between the two was not alienated, and even a little intimate. The vice president's eyes were even more unpredictable, "This friend of Mr. Han is really a talent."

Mr. Han hummed, and didn't mean to talk to the vice president. He grabbed Fu Ran's wrist and walked to the other side, "There are too many people here, let's go over there."

Mr. Han has the capital of contempt for others, and no one dares to accuse him of being arrogant.

So is the vice president.

Fu Ran looked back at the three people who were left there with different expressions, pursed his lips, and asked the tall man beside him, "They are in the entertainment industry, will they write your news indiscriminately?"

Mr. Han said lightly: "They dare not."

"..." OK, OK, he knows that the gold master's father is very powerful.

After a banquet, Fu Ran felt his back ached. Apart from the nonsense in the presidential suite, he had to maintain an upright posture all the time.

The banquet ended at around 11:30. On the way back, Fu Ran wanted to ask Mr. Han why he brought him to such an occasion. Didn't the canary have to be kept in a place where no one else knew?

Fu Ran didn't ask, he touched his cheek, guessing that Mr. Han might be trying to let people know his Bai Yueguang in advance.

Then if Mr. Han gets Bai Yueguang in the future and makes it public to the public, everyone will not be so shocked.

Back at the apartment, Fu Ran thoughtfully asked Mr. Han if he wanted to have supper.

He thought that Mr. Han only drank wine and didn't eat anything at the banquet, so he probably was hungry.

Sure enough, Mr. Han took a deep look at Fu Ran and said, "Give me a bowl of noodles."

"Okay." Fu Ran entered the kitchen.

Mr. Han looked at the young man with his sleeves rolled up in the kitchen, and suddenly wanted to call the person in his heart and ask him how he was doing and whether his study abroad was going well.

But when Fu Ran put a bowl of steaming egg noodles in front of him, he suppressed this thought and decided to call tomorrow.

"I just cooked a bowl?" Mr. Han asked.

"There's still half a bowl left in the pot, do you want Mr. Han to eat?"

"You hungry?"

Fu Ran shrugged and said relaxedly: "I ate a lot at the banquet, so I'm not hungry."

Now that Fu Ran had said this, Mr. Han automatically changed the meaning of being energetic. After filling his stomach, Mr. Han dragged Fu Ran into the bathroom. The sound of water splashing in the bathroom lasted until 01:30 in the morning.

Fu Ran lay on the bed, feeling like a dead fish.

Live fish are troubled, dead fish are happy.

There was a commotion at night, and after seven o'clock in the morning, he opened his eyes with difficulty, "Mr. Han got up so early?"

"There's a meeting this morning."

Fu Ran struggled to get up from the bed, his eyes were sore, he yawned, his nasal voice was heavy, and he said in a muffled voice, "I'll make you breakfast."

Mr. Han was tying his bow tie in front of the mirror, without turning his head, he said, "No need, you can continue to sleep, I'll be going out right away."

Fu Ran walked behind Mr. Han to help him organize his clothes, "Then be careful on the road."

"Ah."

After the door was completely closed, Fu Ran quickly got back into bed to catch up on sleep. He slept until twelve o'clock at noon.

There was an extra message on WeChat, which was sent by his benefactor father, saying that he would not come to the apartment tonight.

If you don't come, don't come, so he won't have to worry about preparing meals.