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

Fu Ran was busy in the kitchen. Mr. Han closed his eyes and rested for a while after drinking the glass of milk.

After about 5 minutes, he opened his eyes and looked towards the kitchen, then got up, and participated in a party that he had not turned down in the afternoon, so that there were still a few emails in the computer that had not been processed. Cooking, he can just take care of it.

He didn't pay attention to what seemed to be kicked under his feet. He lowered his head and saw a bag, which was soft, and he didn't know what was inside.

He is not a curious person, but today he suddenly wanted to open it and take a look.

Before that, Mr. Han politely asked Fu Ran for his consent.

"Fu Ran, what's in this bag?"

In the kitchen, a plate of wing roots was poured into the pot. The pot sizzled and the oil splashed everywhere. Fu Ran was busy taking the pot cover to cover it. He seemed to hear Mr. Han's voice vaguely.

He let out an "ah" and said loudly, "Mr. Han, did you speak just now? I didn't hear you clearly!"

After waiting for a while and seeing no answer from Mr. Han, he thought he was hallucinating, so he didn't continue to ask for confirmation, but concentrated on cooking the food.

The reason why Mr. Han didn't answer Fu Ran was because he had opened the bag.

The black and white maid outfit lay quietly inside. The workmanship was exquisite, and the fabric... Mr. Han stretched out his hand to touch it, and the fabric was also very soft.

What does Fu Ran want to do?

With this doubt, Mr. Han withdrew his hand and kicked the bag into the corner as if nothing had happened. After walking two steps, he suddenly stepped back and moved the bag back to the original place.

After finishing all this, he went to the study to deal with the work.

Two 10 minutes later.

"Mr. Han, the meal is ready, do you want to eat now?" Fu Ran knocked on the door.

Mr. Han turned off the computer, "Eat now."

"Okay." Fu Ran turned around and went to the kitchen to bring out all the food.

The two began to eat quietly, and Fu Ran secretly glanced at Mr. Han from time to time, taking a few bites to look at, and taking a few bites to look at each other.

Mr. Han stopped chewing, raised his eyelids and looked over, "What?"

opportunity finally arises!

Fu Ran put down his chopsticks, and shared with Mr. Han the joy that had been pent up in his stomach for several days. He kept talking, and couldn't help but start gesticulating with his hands. There seemed to be stars flickering in his dark eyes. The brows are full of joy.

Mr. Han didn't expect that Fu Ran was talking about the teahouse, he thought...

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced over the foot of the right sofa, and he listened calmly.

Fu Ran spoke dryly, and finally concluded: "So, the turnover in the past week is enough for me to pay four employees half a year's wages. It's really great! It's great!"

Mr. Han looked at Fu Ran as if he was looking at a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, but after all, he was a canary raised by himself, so he couldn't treat him badly, so Mr. Han said: "You just want to be happy, the profit of the teahouse belongs to you. Find me if you lose."

Fu Ran wanted to sing excitedly, "Mr. Han, you are so kind, I want to give you a monkey!"

Little money, little money, little money from the sky.

He is extremely grateful for the choice he made at the beginning. Getting rich is not a dream, as long as he follows the right father, he can reach the pinnacle of life in minutes.

Mr. Han said seriously: "You are a human being, what kind of monkey do you have?"

Of course, nothing else can be born, and the gender is not suitable.

Fu Ran was taken aback when he heard this, blinked his eyes and remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed out loud with his stomach in his hands, "Humans give birth to monkeys hahahahahahahaha..."

Mr. Han knew that he was being laughed at, his face was very ugly, and he stared at Fu Ran intently.

Fu Ran smiled and felt that the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward. He slowly put away his smile, and explained weakly: "That... giving birth to a monkey is a homonym for giving birth to a child, and it is a buzzword on the Internet. I don't know how to give birth to children. I just An exaggerated expression of my gratitude to you..."

It should be okay to say that it is gratitude, right?

Fu Ran asked herself in her heart.

Mr. Han pursed his lips, "Speak up next time."

"Oke Oke, I remember." Fu Ran said obediently.

"Have a meal."

"Ok."

For the next time, Furan was very honest, the joy of getting rich has been shared, and it is an eternal truth to accept it when you see it, if you make Mr. Han unhappy, it will not be worth the loss.

After eating, Fu Ran started to clean up the table. Mr. Han didn't leave the table in a hurry, but asked, "What day is today?"

Fu Ran turned on the phone, "July [-], Wednesday."

"..."

Fu Ran saw that Mr. Han's expression was a bit wrong, and said anxiously: "What anniversary?"

Mr. Han frowned, "Say it clearly."

How can he make this clear? He has no idea!

Sending the proposition can only delay time, he said: "I'll wash the dishes first, clean up the kitchen and then answer Mr. Han properly."

Mr. Han nodded slightly, letting Fu Ran go for the time being.

As soon as Fu Ran entered the kitchen, he turned his back to Mr. Han and took out his mobile phone to check various holidays. There were no domestic or international ones. He had a flash of inspiration and searched online.

!!!

Today is Mr. Han's birthday!

#Shock!Canary even forgot the patron's father's birthday! #

Such a headline appeared in Fu Ran's mind, and it was still marked in red.

He frantically washed the dishes and pots, secretly thinking about how to save the wave.

After tidying up the kitchen, Fu Ran came out with heavy steps, his gaze fell on the bag in Mr. Han's hand.

That bag... looks very familiar.

Fu Ran's pupils gradually dilated, and a brilliant idea came to his mind. He quickly ran to Mr. Han, "Today is Mr. Han's birthday, I remember it."

Mr. Han raised his eyebrows, shook the bag, and asked knowingly, "What's in it?"

Fu Ran smiled and said, "It's a birthday present for Mr. Han."

?

The maid outfit was given to him?

Fu Ran added, "But the gift is not complete yet, Mr. Han, please wait for me for a while."

Fu Ran forcibly snatched the bag back from Mr. Han's hand, and then ran to the bathroom.

Mr. Han sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and waited. He already knew that Fu Ran was going to wear a maid outfit, but knowing it was one thing, and seeing it with his own eyes was another.

When Fu Ran came out of the bathroom, the air seemed to freeze, and the sexy maid outfit was especially suitable for Fu Ran.

Anyway, Mr. Han felt hungry.

Mr. Han's voice was low and hoarse, his eyes dark and unclear, "Fu Ran, come here."

Fu Ran's ears were hot. He was inexperienced in wearing this thing for the first time, so he was extremely nervous.

"Mr. Han..." He hesitated and called out.

Mr. Han's Adam's apple rolled up and down to make a swallowing movement. His Adam's apple was obvious. Fu Ran felt that Mr. Han was very sexy when he did this movement.

When he was about to approach Mr. Han, the other party pulled him into his arms.

The night is long, and tonight is another day of fighting with Mr. Han for [-] rounds.