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

Accompanied by beautiful music, a red carpet was slowly rolled out on the green lawn, with rose petals sprinkled on both sides, and bright red roses decorated the round table and iron frame.

This should be someone's wedding scene. Fu Ran saw the formally dressed guests, the black-robed priest holding the Bible, and... his mother.

??

Dear Ms. Fu, why are you here?

Fu Ran opened his eyes wide and wanted to take a closer look, but he was suddenly pushed by the person behind him, who said, "Look at the two grooms coming!"

two grooms?

He looked over curiously, and saw a tall and stern man walking from the other side of the red carpet with a handsome young man with delicate features.

The man is Mr. Han, and the youth is... Qu Shaozheng.

"Fuck!"

Fu Ran sat up from the bed in a jerk, and after two seconds, he threw off the quilt and ran out in a hurry, forgetting to put on his slippers.

He went straight to the sofa in the living room. At this time, it was only daylight, and the man lying flat on the sofa was still awake.

Fu Ran held back a rampage and threw herself on the sofa, almost putting all her weight on the man.

The man snorted, put his arms around Fu Ran's waist, fixed him and adjusted his posture, and he was sitting, with Fu Ran leaning on his chest.

"Early in the morning, what do you want to do?" The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his voice was unbearably hoarse, and his eyes were dark.

"Did I give you any money?!" Fu Ran grabbed the man's collar with both hands and asked urgently.

The man stared at Fu Ran, opened his mouth after a while and said, "No, just keep him here."

After Fu Ran heard that he didn't give the money, his body suddenly relaxed, and he curled up softly in the man's arms and closed his eyes.

Mr. Han pinched Fu Ran's cheek tentatively, but Fu Ran didn't respond, and fell asleep just like that.

Mr. Han who heard the news was almost laughed angrily by Fu Ran.

Woke him up indiscriminately, said something inexplicable, and then fell asleep irresponsibly, how could there be such a good thing in this world?

For a man as energetic as he is, there are always some special situations in the morning.

If it was in the past, it would be fine to solve it by yourself, but today Mr. Han doesn't want to solve it by himself.

Who is to blame for this, haha.

Mr. Han took Fu Ran, who was sleeping like a piglet, to the bathroom.

10 minutes later

Fu Ran's frantic voice came from the bathroom.

"Han Chenpei, you pervert, what are you doing!"

Mr. Han stuck to Fu Ran's ear and nibbled his earlobe, breathing all the heat into his ear, "Help me get it out..."

Fu Ran yelled: "Do it yourself!"

"Happiness is boundless when others do it."

Fu Ran was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help saying in a cheap tone: "You are so coquettish."

Mr. Han's eyelids twitched, and he almost released him early. He grabbed the back of Fu Ran's head, lowered his head and kissed him.

Fu Ran's eyes widened, showing a bit of helplessness.

Mr. Han covered Fu Ran's eyes with one free hand, and said in a low voice, "Hey, I won't hurt you."

Half an hour later, Fu Ran and Mr. Han walked out of the bathroom one after another, and they sat face to face on the sofa and stared at each other silently.

The blush on Fu Ran's cheeks has not subsided, and his lips are a little red and swollen. He said uncomfortably: "We are like this..."

Mr. Han calmly analyzed: "Actually, you don't dislike me for doing these things to you. If you really disliked me, you would have struggled desperately."

"I……"

"You don't have to deny it, it's just the way it is."

Fu Ran bit the finger of his left hand and fell into deep thought. He still didn't quite understand what he was thinking. How could he be considered as liking someone?

— A flash of light flashed through his eyes, and Mr. Han said slowly and persuasively: "If you did these things with Louis instead of me, how would you feel?"

Fu Ran imagined the scene for a while, and couldn't help frowning, and his lips pursed into a straight line.

Mr. Han smiled, the corners of his lips were curved, he twitched his fingertips lightly, and said without doubt: "Fu Ran, you like me."

"I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense." Fu Ran took two steps back, feeling flustered.

Mr. Han approached Fu Ran with deep eyes, "Fu Ran, what are you running away from?"

Maybe no one would believe me when I said it, and Fu Ran didn't know what he was running away from. Anyway, he was panicking, panicking for no reason.

With no way to retreat, Fu Ran nervously said with his back pressed against the cold wall, "You, you don't get any closer."

Mr. Han stopped, and the distance between the two was no more than [-] centimeters, "And then?"

Fu Ran said with a heavy heart, "Let me be quiet and think about this carefully. My mind is a little messed up now."

Mr. Han sighed and asked his soul, "When did your mind stop being messed up?"

"..." heartbroken.

Mr. Han took a deep look at him, and finally distanced himself, "I'm going to the company, think about it slowly."

Fu Ran was eager for him to leave, and immediately said after hearing the words: "Okay, okay, walk slowly, and pay attention to safety on the road."

Mr. Han said: "Before ten o'clock this evening, I want to get an answer."

"No, aren't you killing me? How can my little brain figure out everything so quickly, and you think highly of my brain too much."

With that said, Fu Ran patted his head.

Mr. Han was not as easy to talk as before. He lowered his face and said darkly, "Twelve o'clock tonight at the latest."

Fu Ran is a typical bullying and fearing the hard. Mr. Han gave him enough patience and energy to influence him, but he didn't appreciate it at all. Instead, he became more and more arrogant, relying on Han

Mr.'s indulgence is heaven and earth.

But when Mr. Han got tough on him, he gave up.

He shrank his neck in fear, and said slowly, "Okay."

Mr. Han suddenly felt regretful. He should have expected that this little thing like Fu Ran would be hard or soft. If he had expected it earlier, he wouldn't have wasted such a long time dawdling with this little thing. Now he regrets it, very regretful.

Ugh.

Mr. Han continued to speak harshly, "I will leave work early today, if you dare to take the opportunity to slip away, I will kill you."

Fu Ran swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said weakly: "I...can I ask how to kill him?"

Mr. Han speculatively said: "Choose a sack to pour cement into the river or a shot to the head."

Fu Ran was about to cry, he wrinkled his face and said aggrievedly: "I just don't slip away, why are you so fierce."

Fu Ran looked pitiful, like an abandoned kitten.

Mr. Han's heart softened, and his face softened slightly, but he caught a glimpse of the other party sneaking at him from the corner of his eye.

Gee.

Mr. Han said coldly: "You can do it yourself."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, his back was alienated and indifferent.

In the first 5 minutes after Mr. Han left, Fu Ran touched his lips and thought: Although the two of them stayed in the bathroom for so long, they didn't seem to brush their teeth or wash their faces.

So here comes the question, how does Mr. Han solve his personal grooming?

Fu Ran, who was thinking wildly and ignorantly, was interrupted by a phone call from his agent Tan Wei. He answered the phone, and the other party asked him if he could go to Weishang magazine. Because of the previous cover, many netizens on the Internet They left messages asking him to wear a certain series of clothes for a solo photo shoot.

Because the number of messages was too large, Weishang Magazine decided to comply with the demands of netizens, so it found Fu Ran again.

Fu Ran asked Tan Wei which series of clothing the netizen requested, and the other party replied that it was the interstellar officer series.

He was puzzled, "I remember that I seemed to be wearing a red and white formal suit in this series. Did this suit catch netizens' attention?"

Tan Wei said: "I read the comments, and they think you have... er... seductive pheromones."

Fu Ran, who has been immersed in novels for many years, understands in seconds, "Oh! ABO world view."

Tan Wei just stayed in front of this magical new world gate for a while because of work, and he didn't dare to step in to learn more about it.

Hearing Fu Ran explain the truth in a very familiar tone, Tan Wei's heart trembled for no reason, "You know this?"

Fu Ran said, "I know, just read more novels."

"Then it's okay for you to take a photo?"

"No." No matter what, he has already signed a contract with Weishang Magazine. As an employee of other magazines, taking photos is within the scope of his business.

"That works." Tan Wei breathed a sigh of relief, "Is it convenient for you to come over, and I will pick you up?"

Only then did Fu Ran remember that he had forgotten to buy a battery car, and he said bluntly: "It's not convenient, please come and pick me up, brother Tan, thank you."

"It's okay, it should be."

After finishing the call, Fu Ran quickly changed into her pajamas and went to the bathroom to wash up.

While waiting for Tan Wei to come, he ordered a bowl of noodles to satisfy his hunger.

It didn't take long for Tan Wei to come. He got into Tan Wei's car and went to Weishang Magazine. Zhang Yilei had been waiting for a long time, and when she saw Fu Ran, she enthusiastically pushed him into the fitting room to change.

Fu Ran thought that the photo shoot should be done very quickly, and it could be done in a morning at most, but he didn't know that he took the photo shoot until the afternoon. When he tried beige with a golden military uniform, the makeup artist lady told him that someone was looking for it.

Fu Ran took a closer look and was stunned. Isn't this Mr. Han? Why did he come to the magazine office?

The make-up artist's eyes sparkled, "Fu Ran, is that gentleman your friend?"

"Ah, yes." Fu Ran said without hesitation, "We have a pretty good relationship."

The young lady asked again: "Then does he know about you?"

"Huh?" Fu Ran tilted his head, momentarily confused.

The little sister said: "It's something you can't love. By the way, has the person you like come out of the previous relationship? Did she find that you are silently guarding?"

——A long time memory came to mind, Fu Ran looked away, and said with a guilty conscience: "Not... not yet, he still can't let go of the person who passed away, I may not have a chance in this life."

The little sister was moved by Fu Ran's "infatuation" until the corners of her eyes became moist, "Don't give up, she will definitely accept you, and you will also be happy."

The corner of Fu Ran's mouth twitched, "Thank you for your blessing."

The young lady smiled brightly, her eyes full of encouragement.

Fu Ran was startled by a strong gaze cast on him, he turned his head one by one

Mr. Han stood behind him, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

Oh, it's over.