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

It was past three o'clock in the afternoon after finishing the transcript.

Fu Ran looked up at the clear blue sky, and expressed infinite emotion, "I finally came out of the prison, the rain is over and the sky is clear, and I can breathe the taste of freedom!"

It was as if he had been locked up for a long time.

Mr. Han had no desire to talk to Fu Ran at all, because he knew that as soon as he answered the words, Fu Ran would drag along, and the further he pulled, the farther he pulled, ten cows could not pull him back.

Assistant Liu asked them, "Do the president and Mr. Fu have any plans for the future?"

Mr. Han raised his chin, "Ask him."

Assistant Liu looked at Fu Ran, and Fu Ran said, "There is no arrangement, let's go home."

Assistant Liu nodded to show that he understood.

Assistant Liu is a bit busy. After sending Mr. Han and Fu Ran back to the apartment, he has to deal with Fang Yiwei's follow-up.

Fu Ran felt sorry for Assistant Liu with his real name, and when he returned to the apartment, he asked Mr. Han as soon as he sat down, "Can I know why Assistant Liu is working so hard?"

Mr. Han said lightly: "Probably because his daily salary is equivalent to half a year's salary of others."

"Which class does this 'others' refer to?"

"Ordinary wage earners, such as other employees of the Han Group."

Fu Ran's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thinking that Assistant Liu had worked for the Han Group for so many years, and with the money he earned, he could start a mid-to-high-end company.

"He is no longer short of money, why is he still willing to stay in the Han Group?"

Mr. Han thought for a moment, "Perhaps he loves Han deeply."

I believe you ghost, you rich old man is very bad.

Mr. Han's eyes suddenly became dangerous, "Are you scolding me in your heart?"

Fu Ran was startled, and denied it, "No, why would I scold you in my heart, am I that kind of person? Mr. Han, why would you think so!"

This guy is really...

Mr. Han helped his forehead helplessly, "Why do I think so much about you, do you have no idea?"

"Then there must be no..."

Mr. Han's eyelids twitched, he waved his hand, "Go and cook."

Out of sight is pure.

Fu Ran looked at the time, "It's too early for cooking at this time."

Mr. Han suddenly remembered something, and said, "Then let's wrestle your wrists, you made a bet this morning."

Fu Ran rubbed his hands nervously, "Now, I'm not ready yet."

"It's the same whenever you break."

Fu Ran thought about it carefully, and felt that what Mr. Han said was very reasonable. The main reason was that Mr. Han had a fight today, and he reckoned that the opponent's physical strength must have been consumed - so that his chances of winning would increase, hehehehehe whee.

With his own little calculations in mind, he changed his previous hesitation and hesitation, and eagerly said: "Then let's go to the dining table to break up, it's not easy to use it here."

"Ah."

At the dining table, Fu Ran sat on a chair with his legs spread apart, constantly adjusting his posture, changing his left hand for a while and his right hand for a while.

Mr. Han sat across from him and waited quietly, very patiently.

After 2 minutes, Fu Ran stretched out his right hand, and put his elbow firmly on the table, "Okay, let's start."

Mr. Han cooperated with Fu Ran in using his right hand, clasped his hands tightly, the temperature of his palms was transmitted to each other, and his eyes met in mid-air, "Are you ready?"

Fu Ran licked his lower lip, took a deep breath, "Get ready, you will count to three and work together."

"1." Mr. Han slowly spit out a number from his mouth.

Fu Ran raised it up.

"2."

Fu Ran stared at the two hands that were clasped.

"3."

When the last number fell, Fu Ran suddenly exerted strength, the veins on the back of his hands protruded, his face became congested with blood little by little, and the crimson dyed all over his cheeks and ears.

Mr. Han's hand left the middle line and slowly moved to his side.

Fu Ran was secretly happy, as if he saw hope, and victory was only one step away from him.

But this joy did not last for 1 minute.

The well-dressed and calm Mr. Han said, "Is this all your strength?"

III

As soon as the words fell, Fu Ran's arm was crushed by Mr. Han's arm. Mr. Han stood up, his upper body leaned towards Fu Ran, and his other hand pinched his chin. The two were so close that he could feel it completely. To Mr. Han's hot breath.

"Mr. Han?" Before he recovered from the grief of the fiasco, he was completely taken aback by Mr. Han's sudden movements.

Mr. Han wanted to kiss Fu Ran, because Fu Ran's face was flushed, his lower lip was biting tightly, and the blue meridians on his slender neck were too tempting to look at.

Said that kisses are light, compared to kissing, he wants to take a bite, to see if the other party is really as tender and sweet as imagined.

Mr. Han took action, he aimed at the soft and moist lips and bit down.

Fu Ran's eyes widened.

Fuck!Mr. Han is a dog, why does he still bite people?

"It hurts..." Fu Ran frowned, her voice was weak, trying to pretend to be pitiful and let Mr. Han let him go.

However, this effect of pretending to be pitiful often backfires.

Not only did Mr. Han not let him go, but he even got worse. It wasn't until both of them tasted the sweet taste of blood that Mr. Han reluctantly distanced himself from him and sat back in his original position.

Fu Ran took out a piece of tissue paper placed on the dining table and covered his mouth with angry eyes and a dull voice, "I admit I lost, why is Mr. Han still biting me? We didn't have this when we negotiated terms."

"Tomorrow I will buy you a Steinway."

Fu Ran immediately threw the tissue aside, and said in a dignified manner: "Mr. Han, do you want to bite again? I can!"

A smile appeared in Mr. Han's eyes, "No, I don't think you can."

Fu Ran looked regretful, "It's a pity."

Mr. Han said: "It's a pity, even if I bite it again, I won't buy you two Steinway pianos."

Fu Ran gently kneaded his wrist, and changed the subject, "Is Mr. Han going to work again tomorrow?"

"Well, what?"

"No, let me ask casually. If you go to work, I will continue to learn piano."

Speaking of Fu Ran learning the piano, Mr. Han was in a trance for a while, and finally remembered his original intention of letting Fu Ran learn.

Because he misses the young man who studied abroad, and the young man studied abroad is the piano, so he wants Fu Ran to learn to play the piano, so that he can deceive himself...

But can you really fool yourself?

Mr. Han raised his eyelids and glanced at Fu Ran, who was concentrating on folding the tissue, and gave a negative answer in his heart.

People like Fu Ran are rare in the world. He can't imitate others, and others can't imitate him.

Fu Ran folded a soft thousand paper crane with a paper towel and shook it in front of Mr. Han, "The thousand paper crane whose bones have been taken out can't fly anymore."

Mr. Han thought that Fu Ran was using the thousand paper cranes to imply something, and he was about to think about it carefully.

In the next second, Fu Ran continued to say, "I really know how to make up."

"..." Okay, he lost.