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

Fu Ran thought that the maid's clothes were of such good quality that they could be worn for at least two years, but he underestimated Mr. Han's destructive ability of not being thrifty at all.

Mr. Han on the bed and Mr. Han under the bed are like two completely different species. The former is a hungry wolf, while the latter is a human gentleman who lacks emotional perception.

Fu Ran had tears in his eyes, "Thousands of dollars disappeared in front of me like a passing cloud. That was the reward I got from selling pots and irons. No matter how great the suffering in the world is, it is nothing more than this!"

Mr. Han's eyelids twitched violently, and he said with a sullen face, "Speak humanly."

Fu Ran wiped away the little tears that were finally suppressed from the corners of his eyes, and said dryly: "You tore the clothes, it lost its life."

Mr. Han's eyes fell on the messy clothes beside the bed, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "May I buy another set for you?"

He obviously wanted to cash in, but the donor's father actually pretended not to understand his hint, which really didn't fit his identity as the overlord who would throw money at the slightest disagreement.

Fu Ran glanced at Mr. Han resentfully, and pretended to be magnanimous: "That's not necessary, although it lost its short life, it has already fulfilled its mission and made great contributions. miss it."

Mr. Han didn't bother to talk to Furan, the actor, he opened the closet to find the pajamas and went into the bathroom.

Fu Ran knew that he was going to take a walk in the bathroom at the end. He was so sleepy now that he couldn't wait for Mr. Han to come out, so he struggled to get off the bed, dragged on his slippers and was lame and elderly. He slowly moved towards the bathroom like an old man.

Mr. Han, who had just taken a shower for less than 2 minutes, looked at the extra people in the bathroom, his eyes darkened, and his voice was hoarse, "What are you doing here?"

Fu Ran couldn't help rolling his eyes, but he explained seriously, "I'm sleepy and tired, and I can't wait for you to come out, so I thought we could make do and wash together."

Maybe it was because the messy marks on Fu Ran's body seemed too obvious, Mr. Han didn't refuse him.

It's just that Mr. Han has always been very energetic, so he took a long time in the bath.

"Happy birthday, Mr. Han."

At the last moment before closing his eyes, Fu Ran blessed Mr. Han, but he didn't see the expression on Mr. Han's face after listening.

……

There was no dream all night, Fu Ran slept in the dark, and when he opened his eyes, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

The man next to him had already left.

Fu Ran sat up from the bed, his eyes were dull, and his mind was still in a daze. It took him a while to wake up gradually.

It takes a whole day to close and open his eyes, and he tossed a little hard last night, so that he wasted the good time of the day today.

Lazily getting up and changing clothes, lazily washing and doing housework, and finally lazily nestling on the sofa, eating French fries and watching variety shows.

Mr. Han probably won't come over tonight, so let's cook later. Anyway, he's alone, so it doesn't matter if he eats rough.

Turning on the phone, Xiao Li sent him a lot of WeChat messages, saying that the teahouse business is still booming today, and everyone is here for him, wanting to sign autographs and take photos, and now he seems to be an Internet celebrity.

Fu Ran chose to laugh it off after reading Xiao Li's long narrative.

He is not interested in Internet celebrity or anything, he is only interested in small money.

Now his small treasury has at least seven figures. He and Ms. Fu have never seen so much money. All this is thanks to the generosity of the donor's father. Without the donor's father, there would be so much money.

He regards Mr. Han as God.

On Friday, he was really bored at home, and he didn't really want to go to the teahouse for people to watch, so he took his keys and mobile phone and went out for a walk in the park one kilometer away.Coincidentally, there are tens of thousands of roads and so many vehicles passing by, and it was by chance that he ran into an acquaintance——Assistant Liu.

Originally, he was walking well on the sidewalk, but when he turned a corner, he suddenly saw a large crowd of onlookers, and the traffic police were maintaining order. Out of curiosity, he glanced up and asked a buddy next to him.

"Hey buddy, what's going on here?"

The buddy didn't turn his head back and said: "There was a car accident, two luxury cars collided together, but it seems that nothing happened. The owner of the retrograde Porsche is also a ruthless person. He still doesn't admit that it is all on him. The traffic police are having trouble with another car owner!"

"Wow, so arrogant?"

"That's right, it's great to be rich, but the other car owner doesn't seem to be easy to bully, let's just watch the excitement."

"Oh."

Fu Ran wanted to turn around and leave after he understood the whole story, but he vaguely heard a very familiar voice.

Fu Ran walked back again, pushed aside the crowd and squeezed in.

"Assistant Liu?" Fu Ran looked at Assistant Liu who had a bruise on his forehead in surprise.

Assistant Liu didn't expect to meet Fu Ran here, his gloomy face improved a lot in an instant, he turned around and took out a bag from the car and walked to Fu Ran.

"Mr. Fu, please do me a favor and send this to the company to the president. I have something to deal with here, and I can't leave for a while."

Fu Ran took the bag, "What is this?"

"Lunch box."

"..." You were in a car accident and still wondering whether Mr. Han ate or not.

Fu Ran's eyes were complicated, "Do you want to go to the hospital, you have a head injury."

Assistant Liu adjusted his glasses and said coldly, "The sudden brake hit the windshield."

Fu Ran's eyes became more complicated, "You must go to the hospital to take a look if you have the chance, the blood is bleeding."

"Really? Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Fu." Assistant Liu took out a napkin and patted it on his forehead. "It should be much better this way. The perpetrator is more difficult to deal with. I have to deal with him first before going to the hospital."

Fu Ran glanced at the young man who was yelling at the traffic policeman, and whispered, "Who is his father?"

Isn't it reported in the general news that the young man who committed a crime likes to fight his father if he doesn't cooperate with the investigation of the relevant personnel.

Assistant Liu nodded, and then spit out a sentence, "On his family's level, can he compare with the president?"

Well, he fights his father, Assistant Liu fights the president.

Fu Ran was overwhelmed with admiration and had nothing to say.

Assistant Liu said: "Mr. Fu, go to the company quickly. I'll send you the exact location and this employee card. You can get in with this. It's up to you whether the president will work hungry."

The corner of Fu Ran's mouth twitched, "I...I will try my best..."

Fu Ran left the scene of the car accident and called to the company according to the address given by Assistant Liu.

15 minutes later, Fu Ran stood in front of the skyscraper and looked up. The building is so tall, it takes 5 minutes to get to the top by the elevator, right?

Fu Ran finished complaining in his heart, straightened his back, took a deep breath, and walked into the hall with heavy steps.

He had never seen the world, so he was a little nervous.