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

Mr. Han's room is just like him, with cold tones, serious and monotonous.Like a deep and rich ink-colored satin, it is elegant, dignified and steady.

Fu Ran lay on his back on the long and wide bed, looking at the ceiling, "Ah, sleep when you're full, I'm a pig."

Mr. Han was taking off his coat, and when he heard Fu Ran say this to himself, he paused for a while while unbuttoning, "However, your pig is malnourished and has too little meat."

I can say that I am a pig, but others can't. Fu Ran turned sideways and stared at Mr. Han at the foot of the bed, "Who do you say is a pig? Are you looking for a pig as a partner?"

Fu Ran yawned, and patted the place beside him, "Forget it, don't talk to you, lie here quickly, let's sleep."

Mr. Han put down his coat and walked towards Fu Ran. Two straight long legs dangled in Fu Ran's eyes. Fu Ran's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said enviously: "It's good to be tall, these legs are 1.8 meters. ?”

Mr. Han said lightly: "Do you like it? If you have time, measure it, maybe it's really 1.8 meters."

Fu Ran really didn't have that much time to spare, he shook his head and refused, "To measure my loneliness, I'm already 1.8 meters two, your legs are at most 1.3 meters, four or five."

Fu Ran opened his arms and gestured in a serious manner.

Mr. Han raised his hand to press down his waving arms, then lay down beside him, "Go to sleep."

Fu Ran adjusted his posture and curled up in Mr. Han's arms, "Are you sleepy, can you sleep if you lie with me?"

"Fortunately, you can fall asleep."

"Wow, with beauty in your arms, you actually choose to sleep."

"Tsk." Mr. Han narrowed his eyes, "So you want me to do you?"

Fu Ran hugged Mr. Han's arm tightly, and said in a muffled voice, "I was wrong, I'm really sleepy, I don't want to exercise with you to eliminate food, go to sleep."

Mr. Han's eyes showed deep helplessness, "Yes."

After a quiet minute passed, the person in his arms twisted his body.

Mr. Han thought it was just an ordinary small movement, but after a while, the man in his arms started to make small movements again, first crawled up his chest, then rolled over to his left side, and finally stretched out his hand to feel for something.

Fu Ran touched his left hand, and smashed his mouth contentedly, this little thing didn't even open his eyes the whole time.

Come on, be convinced.

Fu Ran was still conscious, he was not asleep, his lips opened and closed, and he said in a daze, "Will your hands be numb..."

A warm current flowed across Mr. Han's chest, and somewhere in his heart was extremely soft, "Occasionally, it will be numb, but it won't affect much."

"Then do you still have the strength to punch a little monster?"

Mr. Han was left speechless by Fu Ran, and the consciousness of the culprit who caused the mischief had gradually become drowsy, and he was about to fall asleep soon.

In the end, Fu Ran fell asleep without hearing Mr. Han's answer. In the dream, there were flowers and grass and Mr. Han. Mr. Han drove a tractor to propose to him. The tractor was full of red bills, hey hey hey... …

This time I slept for a long time, and it was already midnight when I woke up again. Fu Ran touched his side, and there was still warmth in the quilt, but no one was there.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up, smeared and looked for his phone.

"slap one by one"

The mobile phone was found, but he accidentally dragged it to the ground.

He called softly, "Han Chenmei, are you there?"

No one answered him.

He had no choice but to get out of bed with bare feet to pick up his cell phone. After touching the cold floor for a while, he picked up the cell phone and turned on the light. The room was empty and there was no one there.

"Where did you go without sleeping in the middle of the night..." He turned on the light while muttering.

His vision suddenly brightened, and Fu Ran saw that Mr. Han's coat was still draped over the back of the chair.

So he went out to find someone. During the day, Mr. Han took him to visit Han's house. He still remembered the general layout. After thinking about it, he went straight to the study.

There was a faint light from the half-closed door, and Fu Ran knew that he had found the right place, so he opened the door and went in, turning on the light.

Because the light suddenly became too strong and dazzling, the man in front of the computer stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and put it down after he got used to it, "Are you awake? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Fu Ran was sensational, "I can't sleep without you."

"I'll accompany you after I finish processing this document."

Fu Ran came over, "Why are you still working in the middle of the night?"

"There is too much backlog during the recuperation period, and I will deal with it when I have time."

"How much is left?"

"Enough to keep me busy for three days."

Fu Ran was ashamed, "Xin, you've worked hard..."

Mr. Han said, "Go to sleep."

Fu Ran stretched her waist, "I've slept long enough, I can't fall asleep for a while, I'll stay with you later."

Mr. Han said: "Go to bed when you are sleepy for a while."

"Hmm."

Fu Ran turned and went out, came to the kitchen on the first floor, rummaged through the refrigerator on his own initiative, brewed a cup of strong and bitter green tea for Mr. Han and served it.

"The spirit of drinking tea."

Mr. Han took the teacup, "Thank you."

"Thank you, just drive the tractor into the warehouse."

"Huh?" Mr. Han raised his eyebrows, not knowing what Fu Ran was talking about.

Fu Ran immediately told Mr. Han about his dream.

The corner of Mr. Han's mouth twitched slightly, "Aren't you afraid of being robbed when you drive a tractor to load banknotes?"

Fu Ran said: "It's okay, you can let the bodyguards escort you."

"Safety is still average."

"Oh, there are so many bad people. If you think of the world as a better place, they won't steal your money."

"If a stranger drove a tractor carrying banknotes..."

Fu Ran rolled up his sleeves, full of momentum, "Let's go, let's do something big!"

He knew it.

Mr. Han pressed his swollen brain, "Okay, I'm going to work, sit over there and settle down."

Fu Ran found a place to sit down and play the game. The game was turned to silent, and Ji Ba was beating up indiscriminately.

After kneeling five times in a row, Fu Ran turned off the phone, dragged the chair to Mr. Han's side, and leaned on the desk to watch Mr. Han deal with the mail.

To be honest, it took too much energy. What kind of AB plan, what kind of research and analysis report, made his eyes hurt, and I don’t know how patient Mr. Han is—check and reply.

Fu Ran looked at his upper and lower eyelids and began to fight. He couldn't tell them apart. He estimated that the fight would last four to five hundred rounds. He complied with their request and let them have a good fight.

Mr. Han glanced at Fu Ran who had fallen asleep again, got up lightly, then bent down to pick him up and send him back to the room.

The next morning, the light outside the window was dim and it was cloudy.

As soon as Fu Ran opened his eyes, he saw Mr. Han's sharp side face. He wanted to take a bath without disturbing Mr. Han, but as soon as he moved, a hand was put on his waist.

"Where are you going?" Mr. Han opened his eyes, his voice hoarse and low.

Fu Ran answered him truthfully, "I want to take a bath."

Mr. Han glanced at the time, "It's only 06:30."

"But I've been sleeping for a long time, and I feel refreshed now. I'm going to take a shower, but you, you must be so busy that you don't have enough sleep. You can continue to sleep."

Mr. Han hummed and let Furan go to take a bath.

After taking a shower, Fu Ran went to the balcony to breathe fresh air. He was wearing Mr. Han's clothes, a black shirt and black trousers.

Tan Wei called him suddenly, saying that he had been hacked.

After careful questioning, Fu Ran realized that the fact that Tang Yichen did not participate in that variety show was posted on the Internet. The title was "When the popular idol is bullied, he is threatened to block Xuezang if he dares to participate in the recording!"

In order to be authentic and reliable, the blogger also attached a few pictures. In the picture, the faces of Fu Ran and Tang Yichen are very clear, and the faces of Xu Qiao and Louis next to them are blurred, but most people can recognize Xu Qiao.

Netizens are a kind of creatures that are easily followed by the big V on Weibo, and they like to be preconceived, so everyone accepts the setting that Fu Ran will expand rapidly when he is a little famous, and bully Tang Yichen with the support of someone behind him.

Fu Ran asked the program team if there was any explanation.

Tan Wei said that Xu Qiaoyi personally issued a statement, saying that Tang Yichen did not participate in the recording of the program purely because he had a temporary schedule and could not be scheduled. Fans are requested not to

Random speculation and listening to rumors.

Xu Qiao's statement had little effect, coupled with the operation of the navy, Fu Ran was criticized as useless, and words like "Fu Ran get out of the entertainment circle" began to appear on the Internet.

Fu Ran acted indifferent, and asked Tan Wei to go to the employee yesterday to ask for a recording.

Tan Wei said, "I've looked for it. Tang Yichen broke his phone and it's useless."

"Oh, let's leave it at that. I don't think I'm suitable for the entertainment industry. I'm a bunch of stinky brothers."

Tan Wei said to reassure Fu Ran that their company's public relations team is not a vegetarian, and at the latest in the evening, the direction of public opinion will definitely be under control.

Fu Ran had nothing to say, thought about it for a while and said perfunctorily: "Oh, come on, you are the fattest."

After finishing the call, Fu Ran found that Mr. Han had gotten up, and he said, "Any arrangements for today?"

"what are you going to do?"

"Shall we go to the hospital to see Liu Qianyi?"

Mr. Han said yes, but Liu Qianyi hadn't woken up yet.

"Has Assistant Liu been helping in the hospital?"

"No, he doesn't need to watch at the hospital all the time."

"Well, I thought he was in the hospital the whole time."

The two drove to the hospital after breakfast, but encountered a traffic jam on the way.

Fu Ran grasped the seat belt tightly with a look of fear on his face, "We won't encounter unexpected disasters again, will we?"

Mr. Han's eyes sank, "No."

Furan Crow's Mouth failed, and they arrived at the hospital safe and sound.

Some young doctors, nurses and patients in the hospital recognized Fu Ran. Unlike the previous few times, some people looked at him very strangely this time.

Fu Ran guessed that maybe because of the incident on the Internet, these people might be Tang Yichen's fans.

He didn't want to cause trouble, so he lowered his head and walked close to Mr. Han as much as possible.

Sensing Fu Ran's strangeness, Mr. Han pulled him into the bathroom when he passed the bathroom, and asked him what's wrong in a low voice.

Fu Ran curled her lips, "It's nothing, I have nowhere to put my flourishing beauty, it's too distressing, I just want to keep a low profile, lest they all fall in love with me."

Mr. Han stared at Fu Ran, unable to refuse, and said, "Tell the truth."

Fu Ran couldn't bear Mr. Han's gaze, and told him about being hacked.

Mr. Han's complexion was gloomy, and he stroked the top of Fu Ran's hair, "Don't worry about these people, leave the rest to me."

Fu Ran blinked and smiled brightly, "Brother, you are so handsome!"

After speaking, he kissed Mr. Han deeply on the cheek.

Mr. Han's face was expressionless, but the roots behind his ears were quietly red.