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

Every time Fu Ran did digestion exercises with Mr. Han, he would be so exhausted that he couldn't get up early the next day.

It was the same today. It started to rain around four or five o'clock in the morning, and the rain was blown by the wind and slapped on the glass windows, and the sound was very rhythmic.

There is nothing more comfortable than sleeping on a rainy day. Accompanied by the sound of pattering rain, Fu Ran fell into a deep sleep, the kind that even an earthquake could not wake him up.

Although the earthquake couldn't wake him up, Mr. Han could.

At 08:30, Mr. Han came to the bed after washing.

The young man sank into the big soft bed, only half of his well-defined side face was exposed. His hair color was light, and the broken hair lay lazily on his forehead. After a long time, he had a sense of tranquility.

Mr. Han chose to cruelly destroy this beauty. He bent down slightly and reached out to pinch the young man's nose. The young man felt that he could not breathe freely in his sleep, so he couldn't help but hummed twice, softly, like a newborn kitten meowing .

Mr. Han, who has always been energetic, tightened his throat and his eyes were dim.

Mr. Han raised his trouser leg and knelt on the edge of the bed with one leg. He stared at the sleeping young man and said slowly in a very hoarse voice, "Fu Ran, it's time to get up."

Fu Ran was still counting the money in his dream, and he couldn't hear the call of the money owner's father at all.

Mr. Han's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he reached out to pinch Fu Ran's nose again.

Fu Ran frowned, and after being held back for a while, he instinctively opened his mouth and breathed through his mouth. It was not uncomfortable now, he relaxed his brows, and continued to sleep.

"Tsk." Mr. Han gently stroked Fu Ran's lips with his fingertips, and his movements were provocative, like a precursor to going to exercise.

Fu Ran didn't know that he added fuel to the fire. Anyone who was touched like this would feel strange, so Fu Ran licked his lips, but what he licked was his fingers.

???

Fu Ran thought in a daze, this feeling of touch seems to be different, could it be that I have mutated?

Between the suspected mutation and counting money in his dream, Fu Ran paid more attention to his body. With tears in his eyes, he threw down the small coins flying all over the sky, and opened his eyes a crack.

A shadow was covered in front of his eyes, he rubbed his eyes, and took a closer look——

"Mr. Han, good morning~" He showed an exaggerated and hypocritical smile.

"It's getting late." Mr. Han said as he moved his finger away, following Fu Ran's jaw line all the way to the back of his neck.

Fu Ran looked puzzled, "Mr. Han?"

The next moment, he was forced to lift his head, and then the two pieces of softness touched each other, lingering.

After Ang's long kiss ended, Fu Ran's already not sober head became even more dizzy. He pushed Mr. Han away, collapsed back on the bed, and hugged the quilt, "I'm so sleepy, Mr. Han, let me slow down..."

Seeing that Fu Ran was really in a daze, Mr. Han said in a good temper: "I'll give you another half an hour, and accompany me to a place after I get up."

"Okay..." Fu Ran dragged on the end, unable to hide his sleepiness.

Mr. Han left the bedroom, stood in the living room facing the direction of the kitchen, hesitated for a while, and then walked over. Soon the sweet smell of rice porridge filled the kitchen.

Mr. Han said half an hour would be half an hour, not much.

As soon as he arrived, he took Fu Ran into the bathroom with his arms and legs. Fu Ran slowly turned on the faucet, splashed a handful of water on his face, and then looked up at himself in the mirror.

What a decadent and handsome man who shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods!

This face should only exist in the sky, how many times can I see it in the world!

Mr. Han leaned against the door, "Hurry up, don't dawdle."

Fu Ran said embarrassingly: "Oke Oke."

He stopped his narcissistic behavior, brushed his teeth, washed his face, changed his clothes and made his hair at the sprint speed of his school days. The series of actions only took about ten minutes.

The clean and refreshed Fu Ran was revived with full blood. He stood in front of Mr. Han, eye to eye with Mr. Han.

What I am most afraid of is the sudden quietness of the air, which makes people feel at a loss and embarrassing.

Mr. Han's eyelids were twitching again. He looked down at the energetic Fu Ran and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Ran looked expectant: "Mr. Han, do you want to consider giving me another good morning kiss, I didn't brush my teeth before."

"..." This year's Canary is really difficult to deal with, making people bald.

Fu Ran sighed, "It's okay if you don't give it. Has Mr. Han had breakfast? I'll do it."

He passed by Mr. Han, intending to go to the refrigerator to see what he could do, but Mr. Han suddenly grabbed his shoulder and pressed him against the wall.

Mr. Han whispered, "You want a good morning kiss."

Fu Ran froze for a moment, then hooked the other party's neck and responded eagerly.

He never expected that Mr. Han was also an expert at destroying hidden atmospheres. Just when the thunder from the sky was about to stir up the fire, Mr. Han said, "Breakfast is ready, follow me to the cemetery after eating."

The heat on Fu Ran's body disappeared instantly, and he said blankly, "Go, go to the cemetery?"

Could it be that the gold master's father finally couldn't bear him and wanted to bury him alive!

Mr. Han said, "What did you imagine just now?"

Fu Ran was surprised, "How do you know?"

Mr. Han helplessly supported his forehead, the expression on this difficult Canary's face was too rich, it was difficult for him not to know.

Mr. Han said truthfully: "Your expression betrays you."

Fu Ran covered his face, "It's really embarrassing."

"..." The corner of Mr. Han's mouth twitched, and he didn't ask Fu Ran what he was thinking about just now. He grabbed Fu Ran's wrist and walked to the living room, "Let's have breakfast."

If he didn't eat anymore, he thought that Fu Ran could spend the whole morning with him.

Fu Ran knew that Mr. Han could cook, but so far he had only tasted the porridge made by Mr. Han.

He sat on the dining table and peeled the egg shells, "Mr. Han, let's make something else next time, the porridge is not enough, and the next noodles are also good."

Mr. Han raised his eyebrows, wondering why he made porridge every time, isn't it because the canary always looked like a gossamer after he finished it, and the porridge was lighter and more convenient to eat!

To Canary who didn't understand his painstaking efforts, Mr. Han said lightly: "Why don't you make Malatang next time."

"Ma La Tang is too exciting, I will go to the hospital, husband~"

"..."

Seeing that Mr. Han stopped talking, Fu Ran was afraid that he would get angry, so he didn't dare to continue to hide, so he honestly drank porridge and ate eggs.

10 minute later.

"We're full, let's go." Fu Ran went to the entrance to pick up a black long-handled umbrella.

Mr. Han said: "Bring an extra umbrella."

Fu Ran's addiction to drama has come up again, and he can't wait to become a resentful woman and accuse Mr. Han of hating him. If he doesn't hate him, why don't he share an umbrella with him, but since the place he went to is a cemetery, he choked back all his words Li, only a single syllable came out of his mouth, "Oh."

It was rare that Fu Ran didn't open his mouth to make excuses, but it attracted Mr. Han to look at him more.

Fu Ran didn't change his face, "What's the matter, is there something stuck on my face?"

Mr. Han looked away, "No."