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

Mr. Han sent Fu Ran to the door and left, he didn't seem to miss him at all, and Fu Ran didn't keep him, insisting on being a ruthless handsome man.

It was completely dark, Fu Ran took a shower and went straight to sleep on the bed, regardless of whether the wound would become inflamed when exposed to water, he was no longer the delicate boy he was back then.

Waking up a bit late the next day, he glanced at the time, turned over and continued to sleep, and successfully accepted the invitation from Weishang Magazine.

Woke up again because someone rang the doorbell.

Fu Ran rolled from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, crawled out of the bed with his messy hair looking for slippers, and after finding them, he walked out of the bedroom in a daze to open the door.

"Who is it..." Fu Ran leaned on the door frame with sleepy eyes.

Mr. Han in a neat suit stood at the door, holding a small plastic bag containing medicine in his hand.

Mr. Han lowered his eyes, scanned Fu Ran from top to bottom, and opened his thin lips: "It's already 10:30 in the morning, are you still sleeping?"

Fu Ran rubbed his eyes, "I have nothing to do."

"Didn't you say you found a job on the phone yesterday?"

"Hmm..." Fu Ran looked away a little guilty, "I was asked to go to the interview in two days."

Mr. Han stared at Fu Ran for a few seconds, did not expose him, but said: "I will help you apply the medicine."

It was obvious that Fu Ran was the one who was injured, but the person involved didn't care at all. He didn't even take the medicine when he got off the car yesterday.

But... it gave him a reason to come.

Fu Ran backed away to let Mr. Han in, muttering, "It's just a small wound, even if you don't apply medicine for two or three days, it will be fine, man, man, this small wound still needs to be treated with medicine, and the girl is screaming."

Mr. Han paused, raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you been injured and made you feel superior?"

Mr. Han said in a deep voice, "Go and sit on the sofa."

"Oh." Fu Ran thought that he couldn't offend the boss, so he sat down obediently.

Mr. Han took a full view of the layout of the new house calmly, sat down next to Fu Ran, "raise your hand."

Fu Ran raised his hand obediently, the scratch on his arm was inflamed and swollen.

Mr. Han's eyelids twitched violently, looking at Fu Ran as if looking at a fool, "Does it hurt?"

Fu Ran nodded, "It really hurts, but I can bear it."

Mr. Han sneered, "I think you have a thick skin."

What you said sounds so scolding, Fu Ran said unhappily: "Why are you so like this, and you also said that you want to pursue me again? Is this the attitude of pursuing people? You can paint or not, and leave if you don't paint." Ah, I didn't force you to apply medicine for me, your mouth is still so stupid, we've been together for so long, why haven't you learned my essence at all, tsk tsk tsk."

He really left the golden silk cage and immediately became arrogant. Mr. Han has no doubt that if Fu Ran is given a Hot Wheels, Fu Ran will definitely be able to fly to the sky.

He put the medicine on the coffee table, and said lightly, "Okay, that's what you said, I'm leaving."

Fu Ran tasted the pleasure of an angry boss, leaned back on the sofa and waved his hands like an old man, "Walk slowly... hiss!"

When waving his hand, his elbow touched the back of the sofa chair. The pain made him pale instantly. He just got up from the bed, and he didn't pay attention to what the wound on his arm had become. Although he felt the pain, he didn't take it to heart at all. Come on... this isn't inflammation and pus, is it?

Fu Ran rolled his eyes, and quickly got up to catch up with Mr. Han who had already walked to the door. He rushed forward and hugged the other's thigh, "Brother! Big brother! Dad! I was wrong, please don't go, wipe some for me!" Medicine, I take back what I said before, I am really thick-skinned, you are right, I beg Dad to love me again!"

Mr. Han turned his head, looked down at Fu Ran condescendingly, his eyes were complicated, and he thought that he had set his sights on some kind of magical species...

Fu Ran blinked hard twice, but the tears didn't come out, but there was a lot of unknown substance on the eyelashes, which made it difficult to see clearly.

"Big brother, think about it, just take pity on me, I'm too miserable."

Mr. Han was completely speechless, bent down to pick up Fu Ran, and Fu Ran followed him step by step, "Big brother, big brother, look at me, I'm super sweet!"

Mr. Han didn't look at him, Fu Ran went around in front of him and tilted his head to pretend to be cute, "Look at me, I was wrong."

Mr. Han raised his eyelids and glanced at him, sat down on the sofa again, patted his thigh, "Sit up."

??

Do you still need to conduct py transactions after applying a potion?

Fu Ran looked at Mr. Han with disapproval, and a lot of angry words were brewing in his stomach.

Mr. Han gave a "tsk", "Sit up, you don't need to move, don't think about it."

He didn't even need him to do it himself, this old hooligan is so rich!

Alas, it seems to be really amazing.

Fu Ranxin sat down on his buttocks, thinking that anyway, they didn't know how many times they had made Jiang Jiang Niang Niang, and he wouldn't lose money if he had one more time.

Mr. Han sighed inaudibly, and his tone remained unchanged for thousands of years, "Don't turn your back to me, turn around."

Fu Ran got up, turned around and sat down again, "Is this okay?"

"Well, raise your hand."

Fu Ran exposed his elbow, and Mr. Han unscrewed the medicine bottle, took a cotton swab and dipped it in the medicine for him to smear. This posture caused the two of them to be very close, their breathing intertwined, and their temperature rose sharply.

Both of them were silent, and about a minute later, Fu Ran, who was a small expert at destroying the atmosphere, said, "Mr. Han, I just got up from the bed when you rang the doorbell. I didn't brush my teeth or wash my face. , did not change clothes, did you smell bad breath when I was talking?"

Mr. Han: "..."

"Say it, I'm asking you sincerely."

Mr. Han said: "I didn't smell it."

Fu Ran smiled, "But I have eyeballs."

Mr. Han tried his best to control his urge to throw Fu Ran downstairs. The words that came out of Fu Ran's mouth were always shocking, sometimes joyful, and sometimes speechless.

— Give Fu Ran good medicine, and Mr. Han let him get off his lap.

Fu Ran was surprised, "You just let me go like this?"

Mr. Han put away the medicine, and the veins on his forehead were faintly visible, "Say a few more words, and you won't even think about leaving the sofa today."

Fu Ran quickly made a gesture of zipping his mouth to signal that he would not speak.

After the ears were finally cleansed, Mr. Han breathed a sigh of relief, "Go wash up."

Fu Ran nodded, trotted into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face for 5 minutes, during which he even grabbed his own hairstyle, after all this he went back to the bedroom to change his clothes, but after changing his clothes, his hairstyle was messed up.

He felt that he was so good-looking, and no matter how ugly his hairstyle was, it would not affect his appearance, so he didn't care about his hairstyle anymore. He went back to the living room and asked Mr. Han if he had breakfast.

Mr. Han said: "It's almost time for lunch at this point."

Fu Ran said: "Then let's make lunch, to repay the favor of the big brother for rubbing the medicine, please allow me to show you my cooking skills."

Mr. Han narrowed his eyes, "I have eaten a lot."

"I'll make something different for you, you must have never eaten the snails I fried."

Mr. Han nodded slightly, "Do you need help?"

"No, I'll do it myself. You can just sit and watch TV or go to the balcony for a stroll. My new home is beautiful, hehehehe."

Mr. Han ignored Fu Ran's increasingly idiotic smile and said, "I designed the decoration layout of this house."

The smile on Fu Ran's face faltered, and he said angrily: "Then you are really omnipotent."

"do not like?"

"I like it." I just felt uncomfortable for no reason, Mr. Han penetrated too deeply, he was so flustered.

Mr. Han said: "Just like it, the pool is full."

Fu Ran hurriedly turned off the tap and got busy in the kitchen.

Mr. Han's legs were crossed together in a lazy yet dignified posture, and his eyes fell on the coffee table, where there was a business card.

He picked up the card and glanced at it.

"Wei Shang Magazine..."

It took more than half an hour for Fu Ran to cook a table of dishes, and the two sat opposite each other on the table.

Fu Ran didn't buy wine, but there was Coke in the refrigerator. He poured two glasses of Coke, and said with emotion: "We have changed. The last time I sat at the dining table like this, I was still a poor, weak and helpless canary. But today, I am the master and you are the guest, is it exciting or unexpected?"

Mr. Han said blankly: "Stimulation, accident, eating."

"Oh."

Fu Ran moved his chopsticks and picked up a piece of pork belly and put it in the bowl. The first chopsticks Mr. Han moved turned out to be Luo Shan.

Fu Ran secretly glanced at Mr. Han while he was eating rice, he was very curious how the domineering president instigated the tying.

I saw that Mr. Han put the snail in his mouth, his cheeks on both sides shrunk, and then the masseter muscles agitated, and the snail shell was placed on the table in the next second.

Fu Ran leaned over to have a look, "Are you talking about snail meat like this?"

Mr. Han looked at him, "What else?"

Fu Ran curled her lips, did not answer, and took out a toothpick to poke the meat.

Mr. Han frowned, "The seasoning is all on the snail shell."

Fu Ran licked the snail in his mouth, "I know, I want to be extravagant and only eat the meat inside."

Mr. Han said: "Then you can just buy snail meat."

"Yu Nu has no melons, I want you to be widowed."

"speak politely."

Fu Ran immediately changed his face, "Okay, next time I will only buy snail meat?"

Seeing this, Mr. Han no longer entangled with Fu Ran, and lowered his head to concentrate on eating.

He should leave after dinner, and Fu Ran longed for him to leave.

Sure enough, as soon as he put down his chopsticks, Fu Ran said courteously, "Is Mr. Han busy? It doesn't matter to me. Just go if you have something to do. Don't worry about me?"

Mr. Han took a deep look at Fu Ran, said "Remember to apply the medicine, don't touch the water" and left.

—Once the emptiness came down, Fu Ran's thoughts wandered randomly, from the sky to the ground, and then from the ground to the coffee table. He remembered the man with the big belly Yuenan yesterday.

He went to find the business card on the coffee table, and after thinking about it, he called him.

The man who received his call was very excited, "Mr. Fu! Why didn't you come to our magazine office today? Are you free this afternoon? Is it convenient for you to come? Can I pick you up?"

Fu Ran asked, "You haven't found a candidate yet?"

"We found it!"

"That……"

"It's you! Mr. Fu, our editor-in-chief is very satisfied with you!"

Oh shit, today is another day of relying on beauty.