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

Mr. Han didn't expose Fu Ran in front of everyone, but found a place to sit down, and said with a blank expression: "Continue to shoot, and follow me after the shoot."

Fu Ran dare to have an opinion?Not at all.

He trotted to the tea room in his well-fitting uniform, and came back with a cup of hot coffee in his hand.

"Brother, drink coffee, be careful that it's hot, I'll take a picture right away."

Mr. Han glanced at him, but didn't take the coffee.

Fu Ran didn't feel ashamed when he saw this, he put the coffee on the table next to the other party graciously, and showed a flattering smile.

Mr. Han was unmoved.

Everyone was looking at Fu Ran and Mr. Han, Fu Ran had no choice but to continue grinning, and he said in a very low voice: "It's a long story, I'll explain it to you later, don't worry about your face." It stinks."

Mr. Han snorted coldly, "Don't waste time, go and take pictures of you."

"Oh oh oh!"

Fu Ran immediately turned around and slipped back under the photographer's lens. As soon as his eyes touched the lens, he seemed to be a different person. He didn't have the previous dog-legged posture at all, and his demeanor was full of elegance.

In order to meet the strange demands of netizens, the teacher in charge of action design twisted his waist and swayed his hips to demonstrate to Fu Ran.Yuxi team organizes, please pay attention.

"Your current identity is an omega, a sweet pastry that is tempting and unknowingly exuding charming pheromones that make the domineering Alpha want to stop and indulge in it..."

The teacher explained to Fu Ran emotionally. He had smoky makeup on his face and bright red nail polish. His clothes were very coquettish see-through outfits. His waist was fine, thin and strong, but the twist was too exaggerated. Fu Ran got goosebumps all over the ground.

"Haney, do you understand what I said, you have to show the characteristics of an omega, seductive and pure, sexy and elegant."

"Hmm..." Fu Ran touched his chin and thought for a while, "Do you want me to flirt?"

Yaoyu's teacher frowned and pinched Lan Hua's finger, "This word is a bit biased... omega is not the kind of lady who is blatantly coquettish."

Fu Ran made an "ok" gesture, "Understood, I mean, it's a secret show."

"Hmm..." The teacher still frowned, and nodded reluctantly, perhaps because he cared about the word "Sao".

Fu Ran shrugged his shoulders and reposed his posture. He felt that the teacher's movements were too girly. Omega can be tempting, but there is no need to do that.

He leaned lazily on the dark red aristocratic chair embroidered with golden patterns, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his uniform, revealing his delicate collarbone with perfect lines and crossed his legs.

"Is there any red wine? Pour me a glass of red wine."

"Have!"

The field manager quickly brought red wine and goblets.

Fu Ran raised his head to drink, deliberately exposing some liquid from the corner of his mouth. The red liquid slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth, passing through the beautifully curved mandible, the protruding Adam's apple, the beautiful white collarbone... all the way to the collar Inside, the white lining inside was soaked.

All the people present put their eyes on Fu Ran, and they couldn't bear to look away. The photographer was only stunned for a second, and then quickly raised the camera and pressed the shutter frantically. Usually, he would praise Fu Ran while taking pictures, but now he completely I forgot to speak, to be precise, I didn't have the energy to speak.

Not far away, Mr. Han stared at Fu Ran, his hand holding the cup gradually tightened, his knuckles turned white, as if he was trying to restrain himself. Ten seconds later, his right leg rested on his left leg, following Fu Ran Folding his legs in the same way, his Adam's apple rolled.

Fu Ran, who was the focus of everyone's attention, was still exuding his charm. He stared at the camera, stretched out his tongue and licked his lower lip. Not surprisingly, there was another burst of intensive shutter sounds.

He tilted his head again, his legs resting on the armrest of a chair, his black military boots were bright and cold, his hand holding the wine glass was casually hanging down, looking at the void, his eyes gradually lost focus, his broken hair was hanging perfectly, and the light was just right.

Someone let out a short exclamation, and ran out holding his nose.

There were also people whose backs were leaning against the wall and their legs became weak.

This is not an omega, this is simply a wicked alpha!

After flirting for a long time, Fu Ran felt that it was almost done. He reached into his hair and scratched casually. He smiled and asked the photographer, "Are you ready?"

The photographer clicked the shutter again, exclaiming, "Oh my god, it's perfect, it's perfect!"

"Fu Ran, I'm going to fall in love with you!"

The enthusiastic foreign friend photographer rushed towards Fu Ran with open arms, and suddenly couldn't walk two meters away from Fu Ran.

When the photographer turned his head, Mr. Han, who was 1.9 meters tall, looked indifferent.

The photographer dissatisfied: "Please let go."

Mr. Han said coldly, "Don't touch him."

"You said Fu Ran? I like him very much. I want to hug him. Why can't I touch him? You are really strange. "

The photographer who came from afar didn't know Mr. Han, and he was well-known in the circle, so others would be polite when they saw him, so he was very tough and fearless towards Mr. Han.

Mr. Han squinted his eyes, feeling extremely unhappy, he loosened his tie.

Seeing that Mr. Han was about to turn into a violent boy, Fu Ran stopped it in time.

He hugged Mr. Han's arm, "I'm done shooting! Let's go now, there's nothing else going on here."

The photographer pulled Fu Ran away from Mr. Han, "Fu Ran, who is he, what's wrong with me hugging you, we are friends!"

"Yes, yes, friend, friend." Fu Ran hurriedly nodded in agreement, then turned to Mr. Han and said, "Foreign friends are more enthusiastic. Hugging and kissing are their basic operations."

Mr. Han dragged Fu Ran back with a bad tone, "Kiss?"-

H-

Fu Ran cursed in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "Oh, why did you get the wrong focus? I mean, Mike wants to hug me just out of pure friendship, without other emotions? Color."

Mr. Han's focus is always tricky, "So, are you willing to let him hug you?"

"No, but in the social circle, there is nothing wrong with a friend hugging." Fu Ran's explanation was very weak.

Mr. Han held Fu Ran's hand, "Go back."

Fu Ran shook his head.

Mr. Han's eyelids twitched, "Huh?"

Fu Ran said weakly: "I have to change my clothes first..."

Only then did Mr. Han let go, lifted his chin lightly, and said generously, "Go."

Fu Ran ran away as if he had been pardoned.

"Fu Ran!"

The photographer named Mike called Fu Ran, Fu Ran pretended not to hear, and rushed into the fitting room without looking back.

Mike said angrily: "Why is he so afraid of you, who are you?"

Mr. Han closed his eyes and said surprisingly, "His father."

??

The way Mike looked at Mr. Han suddenly changed. He looked Mr. Han up and down, and leaned over with suspicion, "You're not kidding, are you?" "Guess." Mr. Han didn't like Mike, frowned slightly, Put distance.

Mike let go of his grievances, and said sincerely: "Can you tell me how you take care of yourself? I'm 37, and I don't feel as young as you." Mr. Han glanced at Mike, "You are really old."

Unexpectedly, one day Mr. Han would also complain about other people's ages. If Fu Ran heard it here, he would probably be furious at Mr. Han.

Mike looked weird, "Aren't you older than me? Fu Ran is 22. If you are his father, you are at least forty."

Mr. Han said arrogantly: "I am younger than you."

"That……"

"He calls me Dad on special occasions, understand?"

To be honest, I don't really understand.

Mike felt that there was something wrong with Mr. Han's head, and just as Fu Ran came out after changing his clothes, he waved to Fu Ran, "Fu Ran, come quickly."

Fu Ran came over, "What's wrong, you reconciled?"

Mike said in a low voice: "Fu Ran, tell me the truth, does this person have some brain problems? He said you called him Dad."

"..." Shente has a problem with his brain. If you dare to scold the boss like this, aren't you afraid that the boss will find a killer to kill you!

Fu Ran stopped Mr. Han who was not deaf, "Don't listen to Mike's nonsense, Mike is not good at Chinese, he didn't scold you!"

Mike justified his name, "No, my Chinese is very good. I am White's Chinese teacher."

Fu Ran rolled his eyes, and said in his heart that if he is kind, I will help you here.

His teammates are too rigid, and he really can't move them.

Mr. Han sneered, "Your name is Mike?"

Mike snorted, took out his business card, raised his chest, and said arrogantly: "This is my business card, maybe you have heard of my name." Mr. Han took the business card and pulled Fu Ran away.

Fu Ran took the time to turn her head and said to Mike silently: You are going to be unlucky.

Mike recognized Fu Ran's mouth shape, and was at a loss. He was invited to participate in a very high-value event in the circle in a few days.

Poor Mike didn't expect that he would get a call from the organizer the next day, saying that he would withdraw the invitation.

There are very few invitations to the grand event, and each one is extremely precious. Those who get the invitations regard it as an honor. This will be the first time in history that the organizer has withdrawn the invitations.

However, the unlucky things that Mike will encounter in the next few days are far more than this...

Fu Ran was led into the car by Mr. Han in full view.

Mr. Han put Fu Ran on the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and then returned to the driver's seat to start the car. He didn't say a word during the whole process, and his breath was cold.

Fu Ran knew that Mr. Han was angry.

He tentatively asked, "Mr. Han?"

As soon as Mr. Han stepped on the accelerator, the car started to gallop.

Fu Ran tightened his seat belt, "You, you, you, you, drive slowly!"

From the corner of his eye, Mr. Han caught a glimpse of Fu Ran's pale face, sighed almost inaudibly, and slowly slowed down the car.

Fu Ran let out a long breath and patted his chest, "I thought you were going to take me to die for love."

Mr. Han said, "You are still young."

Fu Ran reflexively said, "You're not old either."

"So explain where your dead lover's crush came from."

The topic changed so fast that Fu Ran was a little messy, "Huh?"

"Aren't you still waiting for him?" Mr. Han said in a strange way.

The corner of Fu Ran's mouth twitched slightly, "Brother, I made it all up, you should be able to guess it."

Mr. Han said quietly: "You have made up so much nonsense that I can no longer tell which sentences are true and which are false."

Fu Ran blurted out, "I can't tell the difference, it seems that you still don't love me deeply enough."