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

After going downstairs, a familiar car was parked on the side of the road. Fu Ran went over and knocked on the window. The window slowly moved down, revealing the well-dressed Assistant Liu in the driver's seat.

"Good morning Assistant Liu, how long have you been waiting, have you eaten?"

Assistant Liu said sternly, "Mr. Fu, good morning, I haven't waited long, I've eaten."

Fu Ran smiled, opened the back door and sat in. Mr. Han, who was a few steps behind, held the door that was about to close, "Sit in."

Why not come in from the other side.

Fu Ran secretly slandered, but her body obediently moved inward. After a seat was vacated, the seat immediately collapsed a little, and the two of them were close to each other, with their right legs touching their left legs.

Fu Ran patted his hair, which had been invaded by a few raindrops because he wanted to get into the car, and then turned to ask Mr. Han.

"May I ask, what are we doing at the cemetery?"

Mr. Han said: "Today is my mother's memorial day."

"Ah..." Fu Ran didn't know what to say for a while, he really didn't expect that the reason why the gold master's father took him to the cemetery.

He carefully observed Mr. Han's face, but Mr. Han's control of his face was too strict, and he couldn't see anything.

The atmosphere in the car became dull. Assistant Liu took the time to glance at them in the rearview mirror, and then asked, "Has Mr. Fu been to the teahouse to sign autographs for fans recently?"

Sure enough, at the critical moment, the almighty Assistant Liu came to the rescue.

Fu Ran positively replied, "I haven't been there for the past two days, but the staff will report to me about the situation in the teahouse every day."

Assistant Liu asked again: "Has Mr. Fu considered becoming an Internet celebrity or entering the entertainment industry?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Ran noticed that Mr. Han beside him frowned slightly.

Fu Ran shook his head, "I really didn't think about it. It was purely accidental that I was on the trending search. I posted Weibo just to take advantage of the heat to attract customers to the teahouse. When the heat is over, it's over. You see, the Internet has become so popular in the past two days. Not many people talk about it anymore."

Mr. Han said: "In the future, we should weigh our own abilities before acting bravely. I don't want to see people in the hospital."

It's really awkward for the gold master's father to care about people, Fu Ran agreed: "Well, I was indeed reckless this time, and I was lucky to successfully snatch the gangster's knife. There will be no next time."

"Or you can learn martial arts if you have time."

"This……"

He is learning piano and fighting. Wake up, father of the funder, he is here to be a canary to make money, not to work hard and study hard to improve self-cultivation, okay?

He felt that his experience could be posted on a certain forum, and the name was——

# Become a canary I was forced by the patron father to learn how to play the piano and martial arts. Is it swollen to develop morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor in an all-round way? ! #

Fu Ran didn't want to develop morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor in an all-round way. He just wanted to be a decent salted fish, so he politely rejected Mr. Han's proposal, "I want to manage the teahouse, learn the piano, and take time to visit me in the hospital. Mom, let's put aside the martial arts for now..."

Mr. Han glanced at Fu Ran's white arm with no fat or muscle, "You are relatively weak, and your physical fitness needs to be improved."

weak? ? ?

Fu Ran pinched his biceps, dejectedly, "It's not 'weak'..."

When he was studying, he often helped girls carry tables and things, but when he came to Mr. Han, he was "weak", which was too shocking.

Mr. Han added, "Compared to me."

Oh Yo, this is the first time I heard the patron's father praise himself.

Fu Ran became interested, "After we go back to the apartment, can we have an arm wrestling competition?"

Mr. Han said firmly: "You can't."

"How can a man say no!" Fu Ran waved his fist, "Comparison, if I lose you give me 200 yuan, if you lose you give me 100 yuan."

Mr. Han immediately laughed angrily at Fu Ran's brazenness, he waved at Fu Ran, "I compare, but this color has to change..."

Fu Ran leaned over attentively, and Mr. Han's lips were pressed against his ear. When he spoke, all the heat was blown into the cochlea, making it itchy and hot.

At the beginning, Fu Ran listened to Mr. Han's talk of success with full expectation, but in the end he shrank back with his face flushed.

"Do you want to compare?" Mr. Han kindly gave Fu Ran a chance to choose again.

Fu Ran hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and resolutely said, "Compare!"

Mr. Han was in a good mood, "You said this yourself, and there will be no regret medicine for you then."

Fu Ran vicissitudes sighed, "Oh, I know."

For the remaining dignity, even if you lose, you have to give it a try, but what Mr. Han said is really exciting.

From time to time, Assistant Liu, who used the rearview mirror to pay attention to the interaction between the two, took the time to push down his glasses. After passing a traffic light, he turned his attention back and focused on driving the vehicle.

After about three, four, and 10 minutes, the car stopped in front of a beautiful and gorgeous cemetery.

Even if the rich were turned into a box of ashes after death, they would stay in far more comfortable and luxurious places than ordinary people.

Assistant Liu got out of the car first, and immediately after getting out of the car, he opened the door for them with an umbrella.

"Thank you." Fu Ran said.

Assistant Liu said softly, "You're welcome."

After they all got out of the car, Assistant Liu went back and took out the delicate bouquet that had been on the co-pilot and handed it to Mr. Han.

Holding flowers in one hand and an umbrella in the other, Mr. Han walked deep into the cemetery.

Fu Ran stood there staring at Mr. Han's tall and slender back in a daze.

Assistant Liu stopped in his tracks, turned around and asked him, "Mr. Fu, isn't he leaving?"

"Let's go." Fu Ran raised his heels, he put away his umbrella and got under Assistant Liu's umbrella, "You take me to Mr. Han's side."

Assistant Liu didn't ask why, but just said hello.

The two quickened their pace, and when they approached Mr. Han who was walking in front, Fu Ran took a deep breath and ran to Mr. Han.

Suddenly a person appeared to share the umbrella space with him, Mr. Han raised his eyebrows in surprise, and the umbrella tilted slightly towards Fu Ran, "Where is your umbrella?"

Fu Ran was a little nervous and said, "Let Assistant Liu hold it for me, Mr. Han, let's get an umbrella, and I'll hold it up for you."

He held his breath and waited for Mr. Han's answer. He was afraid that Mr. Han would not appreciate it, and he was also afraid that Mr. Han would scold him in turn. After all, the current situation was more serious.

Mr. Han looked at Fu Ran and fell silent. After about ten seconds, he handed the handle of the umbrella to Fu Ran, "Hit well."

Fu Ran quickly took it over, "Okay, okay, I won't let you get wet."

Assistant Liu at the back took a picture of the two walking in the rain with an umbrella and sent it to Louis.

PS: Mr. Han has a very good relationship with Mr. Fu, and please ask Mr. Louis not to pry the corner of the wall.

Louis, who was editing photos in the hotel's presidential suite, immediately exploded when he received a message from Assistant Liu.

He replied: You are lying to ghosts, but what is the situation with Han Chenzi, do you think I haven't checked?

Assistant Liu pursed his lips after seeing the reply. In order not to turn the top of his president's head green, he had really tried his best.