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

Fu Ran fought with Mr. Han for [-] rounds, and finally ended in Fu Ran's disastrous defeat. Fu Ran sank face down into the soft pillow, making up his mind to exercise well in the future, so that the next defeat would not be so tragic.

On a rare occasion, Mr. Han did not leave the next day.

At the dining table, Fu Ran drank millet porridge and asked, "Mr. Han, aren't you busy today?"

"One day off." Mr. Han replied.

Ah, that's great, the donor's father chose to spend his rare rest day with him as a substitute. This is the victory of the substitute and the recognition of his hard work!

Fu Ran picked up a very beautiful standard poached egg and put it on Mr. Han's plate, "Mr. Han, eat it."

Mr. Han glanced at him and said, "I can pinch myself."

"I know." He was just trying to show his courtesy.

Mr. Han opened his mouth and bit off a corner of the poached egg, "Or you can open a breakfast shop."

Fu Ran resisted, "Forget it then, the teahouse is very nice, not busy, and comfortable."

And don't worry too much, if the gold master's father comes over, he can go back to the apartment at any time.

Mr. Han didn't really suggest that Fu Ran open a breakfast restaurant, he just said it casually.

After they had breakfast, Mr. Han asked Fu Ran to change into clothes and go out with him.

"Why are you going?"

"You don't look at the store anymore?" Mr. Han asked back.

"Oh."

He never thought that the patron's father would take him to see the store in person. From this point of view, the patron's father is still very kind and amiable.

I heard that other people's fathers are only willing to communicate with Canary in bed, and turn their faces and deny anyone when they get out of bed.

Fu Ran changed into decent clothes and went out with Mr. Han one after the other.

All the people living in this apartment are rich people, and the shops near the apartment are also decorated according to the highest standards. Whether it is Starbucks or restaurants, they are all very stylish.

Fu Ran didn't know much about this. As the chief executive of the Han Group, Mr. Han would not condescend to bargain with others to buy a store, so this important task fell to the almighty Assistant Liu.

Fu Ran and Mr. Han were in charge of going through the motions, and Assistant Liu was in charge of negotiating prices and signing contracts with people.

The shop was quickly acquired, signed by Fu Ran's name, and the teahouse took shape after half a month of busy work. Except for Mr. Han who came over on the first day, the rest of the work was done by Assistant Liu and Fu Ran. Finished before and after.

Seeing the empty shop slowly being renovated into an antique teahouse with my own eyes, I felt a sense of pride spontaneously. Fu Ran looked at the teahouse as if he was looking at his own child.

The teahouse is named "Ancient Charm Tea", which focuses on retro style. From the wallpaper to the floor tiles in the store, it gives people a simple and elegant feeling. Two rows of ornamental bamboos are transplanted outside the teahouse, which makes the environment more elegant.

The four big characters of "Ancient Charm Tea" on the signboard are in cursive script, with a black background, bronzing strokes, and the shape of tea leaves dotted around.

There is also a string of light green wind chimes hanging under the signboard, which will make a crisp and pleasant bell when the wind blows.

Fu Ran chose to pay more attention to the details, from the signboard outside to the tables, chairs and benches inside, all were carefully selected.

He didn't know if the teahouse could make a profit, anyway, Mr. Han didn't care, so he did whatever was pleasing to the eye.

After owning the teahouse, Fu Ran's life is obviously more fulfilling. There are three employees in the store, two girls and one boy. They are all fresh graduates, and they are about the same age as Fu Ran.

As long as Mr. Han didn't come, Fu Ran would just sit in the teahouse drinking tea, reading books, and chatting with his employees, and the time passed by.

Boys envy Fu Ran's carefree life, having money to open teahouses to pass the time, and living a comfortable life.

Fu Ran smiled and said, "I'm not the real owner of the teahouse, I'm just a shopkeeper."

They called Fu Ran the little boss, and then asked who the big boss was. Fu Ran thought about it and said, "A wealthy old man."

Three: ? ? ?

Fu Ran was amused by their blank expressions, and said, "You will have a chance to see it, and you will probably be even more shocked by then."

No matter how much I say, I won't say more, and I will make more mistakes. There is no need to make trouble for myself.

The business in the store is not good, but it is not too bad either. The turnover is just enough to pay the wages of the employees and replenish the needs of the store.

Today, Fu Ran stayed in the teahouse to pass the time. In the afternoon, there was a heavy rain outside, and the sky was thundering and lightning. Fu Ran put down his book and took a look outside. It happened that a bolt of lightning pierced the sky and was reflected in his dark eyes.

The male employee surnamed Jia said worriedly: "Oops, I forgot to bring my umbrella, and I don't know when it will rain."

The two girls did bring umbrellas, but the two of them rented a house together and only brought one umbrella.

Fu Ran has the habit of checking the weather forecast when he goes out. He brought an umbrella, and he said, "Xiao Jia, take my umbrella and go back when the time comes."

Xiao Jia said embarrassedly, "Then what are you going to do, little boss?"

"I live nearby. If it rains non-stop, I can sleep in the teahouse all night."

There is a staff rest room in the teahouse for them to rest during the lunch break.

Xiao Jia can't stay overnight, there are elderly people in his family who need to be looked after, so he has to go home.

Xiao Jia said gratefully, "Thank you, little boss!"

"It's okay." Fu Ran paused for a while, and then said, "When the weather is better, buy a few more umbrellas and put them in the store. If there is bad weather again, if it is inconvenient for some customers, you can provide the umbrellas for the guests to use."

"Hey, good!" Xiao Jia agreed happily.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no intention of stopping. At 03:30 in the afternoon, the rain was a little bit lighter, and Fu Ran stood up and said, "Let's leave work early, and now that the rain is light, pack up and go home soon." Bar."

There were no customers in the store, and it was probably raining. The three employees looked at each other, thanked Fu Ran, packed up their things and left one after another.

After watching the three people leave, Fu Ran sat back to his original seat. He didn't have an umbrella, so he planned to wait and see, maybe the rain would stop after a while.

The sky did not fulfill the wishes of the people, the rain seemed to be a little smaller, and then it rained heavily again. The rain was rushing like a flood, and splashes the size of a bowl were splashed on the ground.

There was another "bang" sound of thunder, and Fu Ran suspected that some big boss might be about to ascend through the catastrophe.

At about four o'clock, the overhead lights suddenly went out.

"..."

Fu Ran went to the back to check, and if the brake didn't trip, it meant a power outage.

There was a notification sound of special concern from the mobile phone, and Fu Ran saw that the patron's father was coming today, and the battery was still 20.00%, so he couldn't stay in the teahouse now, he had to go back to the apartment as soon as possible.

After closing the teahouse, Fu Ran put the book on his head, and then ran wildly in the heavy rain. It turned out that he was not only soaked, but also couldn't get the book.

As soon as Fu Ran returned to the apartment, he quickly took a hot shower, then wiped off the water dripping on the floor with a rag, then went into the kitchen, and started his daily routine as a cook. Fortunately, there was no power outage in the apartment. Otherwise, he would be too embarrassed today.

After a month of research, Fu Ran has been able to make the same dishes for a week. He has tried a lot of dishes on the menu, and he has roughly figured out Mr. Han's taste preferences, so now he doesn't need a menu anymore. Now, you can choose what to cook according to Mr. Han's taste.

It's still three dishes and one soup, not too rich, not greasy, just right for two people.

While waiting for Mr. Han to come back, Fu Ran felt a little hot on his face. He took out the thermometer in the medical box and took his temperature. It was 37 degrees and nine degrees. up.

A little after seven o'clock in the evening, Mr. Han came.

Fu Ran sat on the sofa drowsy, and raised his eyelids when he heard the movement, "Mr. Han, you are back, let's eat, the food is almost cold."

Seeing Fu Ran's blushing face, Mr. Han asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Ran touched his face, "It's raining today, and I have a low fever, but I've already taken the medicine, so I'll be fine if I sweat."

Mr. Han said, "You didn't bring an umbrella?"

"Bring it, there is an employee in the teahouse who didn't bring it, so give it to him."

"It's still thundering and raining outside." Mr. Han looked at Fu Ran and said.

"It's raining heavily today, is there water in the street?"

"Hmm." Mr. Han took off Weichao's coat and said casually, "Aren't you afraid of thunder?"

?

Fu Ran looked at Mr. Han and replied truthfully, "I'm not afraid."

Mr. Han looked away, "Let's eat."

Fu Ran shrugged and brought the food to the table, during which Mr. Han was a little absent-minded.

Fu Ran felt that he should share the worries of the benefactor's father, so he asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Han?"

Mr. Han frowned, and said without beginning and end, "He is afraid of thunder."

Fu Ran understood that the gold master's father was feeling the scene, and remembered the white moonlight in his heart.

He tentatively said, "Why don't you give him a call?"

He is really a very dedicated stand-in, not only to solve the physical needs of the sponsor's father, but also to help be an emotional consultant, ah, where to find a stand-in like him, is it extinct!Therefore, the father of the funder, please cherish him well, don't talk about anything else, just give him a small amount of money.

Mr. Han's eyes were complicated, and he said in a very unfriendly tone: "Recognize your own identity, and don't meddle in your own business."

???

He recognizes it very clearly, what happened to him, it's really... Jin Zhu's heart is a needle in the bottom of the sea.

Fu Ran pouted, stopped talking, and lowered his head to eat.

After eating and drinking enough, it's time to be happy again. Fu Ran still has a low fever. Today, he is full of charm. His legs are wrapped around Mr. Han.

Mr. Han let out a muffled snort, gasped and gnawed on Fu Ran's ear.

There was a thunderstorm outside the window, and the whole city was covered by heavy rain, and the two people inside the window were lingering to death.

Every time Fu Ran took the initiative, and every time he would regret it afterwards, but it would be the same next time.

He was so tired that he fell asleep lying on Mr. Han's chest. Mr. Han gently stroked Fu Ran's back, but he called another person's name.

If Fu Ran was still awake, he would have envied Qu Shaozheng a lot.