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

Fu Ran changed into a suit and followed Assistant Liu downstairs. Mr. Han was sitting in the car working, with a notebook on his lap, and his bony fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard. Seeing Fu Ran approaching, he stopped Action at hand, close the notebook.

Mr. Han glanced at Fu Ran, "This body is very good."

Fu Ran stared at the other party's suit of the same style and complained: "We are going to a charity party and not to show our affection. Why are you wearing a couple outfit? I'm afraid others will not misunderstand you?"

Mr. Han corrected him, "Who said the same style of clothes is a couple's outfit?"

"Could it be that it's still a socialist brother costume?"

Fu Ran didn't expect Mr. Han to nod and admit it, "Yes."

"..." There is nothing to say, the big guy is awesome.

Mr. Han patted the position beside him, "Get in the car."

Fu Ran sat next to Mr. Han according to his words. Sitting in the car like this was actually very boring and too lazy to take out his mobile phone. Seeing Mr. Han looking sideways out of the window, he reached out to touch the fabric of the other party's suit, and then touched himself. Yes, thinking to himself, "How much do these two suits cost..."

The face of the person beside him was reflected on the car window. The person thought he was calm, but in fact, his every move was caught in his eyes. The protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down. He turned his head, "Want to know the price? Huh?"

The man's voice is deep and melodious, full of magnetism, like a solemn and classical musical instrument that has been dusted off to reveal the brilliant and dazzling luster inside, the music is intoxicating.

This is probably the sound of pregnancy in the legend. Fu Ran pinched her earlobe, looked at Mr. Han thoughtfully and said, "No, I don't want to know... hehehehe."

Mr. Han stared at Fu Ran, tilted his head slightly towards him, and continued to ask, "Why don't you think about it again?"

"Because if I don't know the price, I won't feel bad even if I accidentally get my suit dirty."

Justified and convincing.

Mr. Han agreed with his point of view and said: "You are right, but I will tell you their price, because I paid a high price for them, and if you use it as a rag, I will rub you on the ground. "

"Wow, Mr. Han, why did you become like this!" Fu Ran moved to the side in fear, distanced himself a little from the other party, and said with a curled lips, "Why do I have nothing to do with my suit, Mr. Han, you actually threatened me, You are so violent."

"Violence is out of the question." Mr. Han loosened his tight tie, "I love peace, and I believe that a gentleman only speaks without using hands, and only speaks harsh words."

The corners of Fu Ran's mouth twitched, thinking that Mr. Han's skin is getting thicker and thicker. Was it his illusion that he beat people to death in the Starry Sky Art Museum?And that time in the bathroom of the restaurant, if the ambulance hadn't arrived in time, the fat man might have to lie in the operating room for ten days and half a month to be rescued.

——When there is no words, the atmosphere is pressed to the balance point. Originally, the space in the car is small, and silence should make people feel embarrassed or at a loss, but Fu Ran doesn't feel this way at all. I don't know if Mr. Han is the same as him .

Assistant Liu, who was driving, took the time to brush up his presence, and he reminded: "There are still 5 minutes to arrive at the party."

After being reminded by Assistant Liu, Fu Ran suddenly became nervous. He lowered his head and straightened his cuffs and then straightened his collar against the car window, "Ah, I will see your father soon

Yes, is there any problem if I dress like this? Are the clothes tidy? "

Mr. Han said: "No problem, it's very neat, don't be nervous."

"Then tell me what kind of person your father is. Will he break your leg because you got involved with a man?"

The headache came again, and Mr. Han said in a deep voice: "He doesn't hit people, and his personality is a bit serious. Don't be afraid to see him."

"It's strange not to be afraid, that's the boss's father, one look can turn me into a scum in seconds."

"Stop thinking about it, stop your imagination."

"I can't help it."

"Then play a game to distract yourself."

Fu Ran shook his head, "There are only 5 minutes left, how can it be enough for a round, I am very persistent."

Mr. Han narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the words, "Really, I didn't see it."

??

Fu Ran's eyes widened, "Assistant Liu is still here, don't slander me."

The quiet Assistant Liu was caught off guard by the cue, and almost stepped on the gas pedal like a brake. Fortunately, he stopped the car steadily, "Both of you can pretend that I don't exist."

"Don't tease Assistant Liu, you are as bright as the stars in the sky, it's hard to ignore."

"..." Should he respond to this compliment or should he refute it...

The witty Assistant Liu decided to change the subject. He got off the driver's seat, walked over and opened the door for Mr. Han and Fu Ran, "Here we are, President and Mr. Fu get out of the car."

"okay."

Fu Ran looked up at the skyscrapers with shining lights, and began to feel uneasy again. He followed Mr. Han closely, "Is it true that your father won't ask the killer to kill me if he disagrees with him?"

Mr. Han was helpless, "No, if he is really called a killer, I will..."

"What about you?" Fu Ran's dark eyes showed curiosity and anticipation.

Mr. Han said calmly, "I'll call the police."

"Cut." Fu Ran rolled his eyes, but the uneasiness in his heart was indeed diluted a lot.

The two entered the building side by side, Assistant Liu followed behind them like a conscientious invisible knight.

A knight is loyal to his master, brave and fearless, humble and restrained.

The charity gala is arranged on a certain floor, and it is reported that celebrities, rich and powerful, and big-name stars will all be present.

Fu Ran is already a little transparent who has seen the world. After breaking away from the ranks of Mengxin, he asked in a low voice before stepping into the door: "If others ask about our relationship, what should we say, are we still friends?"

"I don't mind if you say we're a couple."

"Boss, you are really gangster, aren't you afraid that others will call you gay and gay?"

Mr. Han's eyes darkened, and he said coldly: "It's no good to scold me."

"That's right, you can bankrupt the Wang family when it's cold."

Fortunately, he had read those messy CEO novels, otherwise he really didn't know what Fu Ran was talking about at the moment, he said domineeringly: "Not only the Wang family, but also the Li family, Zhang family and Zhou family, I can make them go bankrupt."

Fu Ran clenched his fist and pretended to hit Mr. Han's chest, "Wow, you are so overbearing?"

— A group of people approached from the other end of the corridor. The leader was a man with white sideburns. The man was tall and about 1.9 meters tall. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a straight back. His white hair and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes revealed that he was no longer young. The fact that his face has been stern all the year round makes him look extremely majestic and difficult to approach.

The man stopped suddenly when he heard Fu Ran's words, and cast a cold gaze over him, with a hint of scrutiny, and the people around him had different expressions and weird expressions.

Lying down a big trough!This cliff is Mr. Han's father!The father and son were carved out of the same mold!What he just said seems to be heard by his father

7!

There was an opportunity to maintain his cold and lonely image before him, but he didn't cherish it, and regretted it until he lost it. If God can let him do it again, he must seize the opportunity.

With restraint as the basis, elegance as the benchmark, restraint as the temperament, and... Forget it, it's too late to say anything now, blah blah.

Fu Ran timidly avoided behind Mr. Han.

Han Yuanzhou raised his chin lightly, motioning for Mr. Han to introduce, "Who is he?"

Mr. Han raised his eyebrows. His father had known about Fu Ran's existence for a long time, but now he was here knowingly asking questions and pretending to be.

He put his hand on Fu Ran's shoulder, exposing him to everyone's sight, "His name is Fu Ran, and he came with me."

Just one sentence of "I got up" left people with infinite guesses, but they were not easy to ask, so they could only watch, hoping that as their father, Han Yuanzhou could give them some information.

However, Papa Han was destined to disappoint them.

I saw Han Yuanzhou nodded, and walked towards the center of the party again, as if he had passed on the words, and there was no sign of breaking the casserole to ask the end.

Fu Ran's little heart was beating wildly, thinking that Papa Han was going to show him off in public, but in the end nothing happened, and they didn't even want to give him a look. He thought sadly, maybe he was not worthy of being in Papa Han's place. Have a name in front of you.

Some good people in the crowd were unwilling to be lonely and suddenly said: "Isn't that Qu Jingkang's son, Qu Shaozheng? I've met him before, and I heard that Qu Shaozheng has a good relationship with Mr. Han!"

Mr. Han frowned, and looked at the person who made the noise in the crowd. People are sensory animals who seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. The rest of the people sensed that something was wrong, and immediately vacated a small space to isolate that person.

Mr. Han was about to speak, but Han Yuanzhou, who had already walked for a while, turned around and said to the man: "They are not the same person, I can tell at a glance, can't you."

The tone is the same from the beginning to the end, even if you ask others in a statement tone.

The troublemaker didn't expect that Han Yuanzhou would attack him. He was just an inconspicuous department manager of the group branch. He was honored by his boss to be able to come to the party. A big man standing in the clouds like Han Yuanzhou and Han Chenkuang He couldn't afford to offend him, but the group of people he was traveling with were too disrespectful. They were more active than anyone else in watching the excitement, and when they had something to do, they didn't care about it.

He scolded that group of people back and forth a dozen times in his heart, even their ancestors, but flattered him on the face: "Blame me for having bad eyesight, blame me for having bad eyesight, but this gentleman and the young master of the Qu family They look really alike, those who didn't know thought they were twins haha..."

— Fu Ran, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't hold back anymore, he smiled and said: "To be honest, he and I are really twins, but my surname is not Qu, I am not from the Qu family."

— When the words came out, the audience was shocked. Some people pretended not to care, but in fact they had already pricked up their ears to listen to the gossip.

Fu Ran didn't gossip about his hobbies. He shut up after saying this. Mr. Han held his wrist and led him to Papa Han. Papa Han glanced at them and didn't say anything.

The two followed Papa Han into the center of the party. As soon as they appeared, they attracted the attention of the audience. Mr. Han pulled Fu Ran to his side to block most of the prying eyes.