President, he must be me

He and Shen Yanwen went out the gate one after the other. The driver had already driven out the car and was waiting for them in the driver's seat.

Tan Shaochen walked briskly, but the man beside him opened the car door one step faster than him, and naturally blocked the car frame for him with his hands.The gentleman's thoughtfulness of the other party may be very good for girls; but for him, he just thought it was weird, and quickly got into the car as if he was fleeing.

When the car drove from the suburbs to the city center, no one in the car spoke.

The young man looked out the window with his chin propped up, while the man quietly read his documents beside him.At the beginning, Tan Shaochen always felt uncomfortable being alone with Shen Yanwen like this (ignoring Xiao Zhang was considered alone), but now he didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and he didn't even pay attention to the man's movements out of the corner of his eye.

It seems that it only takes 21 days to form a habit.

Tan Shaochen scattered his thoughts casually, and suddenly noticed that he didn't smell a man's perfume today.He couldn't help but peeked to the side, only seeing Shen Yanwen's perfectly contoured profile.In order to accompany him to visit the grave, the other party even paid attention to such details, more caring than his own son.

The young man pondered over the implications of these actions in his mind, and before he knew it, the car drove from the central area to the suburbs in the other direction, and there were fewer people and cars around.

Suddenly, Tan Shaochen caught a glimpse of a landmark building in the suburbs, turned his head suspiciously and asked, "...Isn't this the way to the funeral parlor?"

The man hadn't spoken yet, but the driver responded smoothly: "Are you going to the funeral parlor?"

"Didn't you go to the funeral home???"

Only then did Shen Yanwen look away from the document, and said calmly, "I'm going to Wangjiang Temple."

Tan Shaochen had heard of this name—Wangjiang Temple Cemetery, the most expensive cemetery in Jingyuan.His mother didn't live in any good house during her lifetime, and he secretly investigated it when she died, secretly guessing where Tan Pinhong would place his mother.But the Tan family was far less kind than he expected.

"No, maybe you remember it wrong?" Tan Shaochen said, "My mother is in the funeral home, and she didn't buy a cemetery."

"I've arranged for someone to do it these days." Shen Yanwen seemed to be asking for credit, although his brows were calm, but his eyes were looking at him with an imperceptible smile, "Your family naturally wants the best."

The young man was stunned immediately, and said vaguely: "... also, there is no need... my mother doesn't mind these... I don't..."

"I mind." Shen Yanwen's gaze was like an invisible hand, stroking the tip of his eyelashes and nose.

"Don't look at me like that..."

"why?"

Tan Shaochen turned his eyes away from his gaze, and at a loss what to do, the words in his heart came out truthfully: "...it makes my heart beat faster..."

"Ok?"

"Ah, no, no, it's just..." In an instant, he realized that he had said something terrible, and denied it flatly, "Just being stared at, very nervous, yes very nervous..."

In just a few or two sentences, the entrance to the Wangjiang Temple Cemetery appeared before their eyes.

Today is not Qingming, the cemetery is empty and quiet, with only a few people.The driver parked the car and took out the prepared tribute incense candles and a beautiful bouquet of gardenias from the trunk.

Tan Shaochen was shocked by this scene again: "...how did you know that my mother likes gardenias..."

"Feel."

"It's too accurate..."

The man smiled without saying a word.

The three of them walked along the path of the cemetery, with Shen Yanwen leading the way while he looked around absent-mindedly.The most expensive cemetery is really different. The cubicles of the funeral parlor are so small, and the tombstones here are far apart, leaving enough space for these dead souls.

He also thought that if he had money, he would buy his mother a grand and spacious cemetery.

But he never thought that this wish would come true so quickly that the man would be able to interpret all his thoughts by just guessing.

Tan Shaochen thought to himself, but inadvertently stepped on a half step.

"what!……"

The young man yelled, and his center of gravity was unsteady and he wanted to fall to the side.Below is someone else's tomb, so I'm afraid the fall won't be too light.He still tried to struggle to stabilize, and subconsciously reached forward to grab Shen Yanwen; but the man reacted faster than him, and grabbed his wrist with his backhand before his touch came.

Shen Yanwen's strength was not small, probably because he lost control in a hurry, the young man was suddenly pulled by him, and the direction of the fall turned from the side to the front.

Then it hit the man's thick chest.

"...I'm sorry." He heard Shen Yanwen say, "I'm afraid you fell like this...is it a breach of contract?"

——Ah, he stipulated that Shen Yanwen "no physical contact without permission".

Tan Shaochen quickly got out of the man's arms, shook his head and said, "It doesn't count....Thank, thank you."

"It's just ahead."

"Um……"

They walked in silence for another 2 minutes, and Tan Shaochen saw his mother's new tombstone."The Tomb of Loving Mother Luo Rouxiang" is engraved on it, and on the top there is a portrait of Shen Yanwen who I don't know where he got it.It was a photo of her when she was young, with short ear-length hair, she looked very energetic, and her smile was lively.

Seeing his mother's portrait, Tan Shaochen realized that Shen Yanwen really helped him do such a big thing quietly.

"Where did you get the photo..." Tan Shaochen asked.

"Zhu Li went to do it, and it's my first time here." Shen Yanwen said softly, looked sideways at Tan Shaochen's face, and then turned back to look at the portrait, "You and your mother look very similar, she is very beautiful."

"That's right, I think so too." Tan Shaochen said, "My mother's vision is so bad that she gets along with Tan Pinhong."

Perhaps the years have passed too long, or Tan Shaochen is too good at covering up all his negative emotions with an indifferent smile... In short, he did not show any sadness, but squatted in front of the tombstone, and took the driver's handed Handkerchief, carefully wipe off the dust on the tombstone.

The monument had just been erected not long ago, but he was still rubbing it carefully, and it took a long time before he stopped, then lit the candle again, and placed the gardenia bouquet in front of the tombstone.

"I came to see you again." The young man squatted there, his tone light, "Miss me, I have a fever once in the past half a year, and a bone fracture... How about it, my health is much better. I recently... "

Just as he was about to say "married", he suddenly remembered that Shen Yanwen was right behind him.

Tan Shaochen turned his head and looked up at the man like a child: "Can I talk to my mother alone?"

This angle made him even more lovable in Shen Yanwen's eyes.Under the sun, his pupils turned into a brown with a strong sense of transparency, shining dazzlingly like a layer of water mist.

The man suppressed his desire to praise him, and only said: "Okay, take your time, I'm fine this afternoon, don't worry."

After Shen Yanwen finished speaking, he winked at the driver, and the two continued to walk a little further along the path between the floors, leaving enough space for Tan Shaochen.

Seeing that they had gone far away, Tan Shaochen looked at his mother's name on the tombstone again.He picked up the bouquet, rubbed the tip of his nose up to smell the fragrance, and put it back obediently.

This smell is really nice, faint, somewhat familiar.

——Wait, is it similar to Shen Yanwen's perfume?

"I... was sold recently." He whispered to the tombstone, "I was sold to Shen Yanwen by my father. Shen Yanwen is the very rich Shen Group, and he is now my partner in the legal sense Yes...he arranged for you here."

The young man was not honest while squatting, his body swayed back and forth casually, and his voice became softer, as if he was secretly talking to his mother under the quilt when he was a child: "Hey, these things are nothing interesting. I just came to see you, And I'm in a bit of trouble."

"I seem to think that it's okay to be a man again..."

The young man didn't talk for too long, and soon raised his voice to call Shen Yanwen back.

A man in a black suit walked towards him in the cemetery, his steps were handsome and dignified, making it difficult for him to take his eyes off him.

Shen Yanwen said: "We're all done talking? The next time we come back will be next year's Qingming Festival."

"I know," Tan Shaochen smiled, "I come here every year anyway, just to report on the current situation....Mom, I'm going back with him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yanwen suddenly bowed seriously to the tombstone, lowered his head and said seriously: "Mom, I will take good care of Shaochen, and we will come to see you when we are free."

"........."

Even though Shen Yanwen was handsome even like this, his words still made Tan Shaochen get goosebumps.But in the next second, he felt that it was nothing - Shen Yanwen was such a serious and gentle person, even though he still had the cold blood of a businessman in his bones.

Even if he is pretending, even if he is acting to achieve a certain purpose; but if he can really be so impeccable and always treat him so meticulously... then can this be regarded as false affection.

Tan Shaochen thought, it should be impossible.

If a wise man chooses to pretend to be a fool all his life, is he still a wise man?

What's more, he hasn't found any real evidence to prove that Shen Yanwen has other plans; all along, his basis is nothing more than an invisible and intangible intuition.

Soon they set foot on the way back. Just like when they came, he and Shen Yanwen sat upright on both sides in the back seat, leaving half a seat in the middle as if avoiding suspicion.The originally sunny weather suddenly turned gloomy, and the young man who hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days began to feel drowsy.

His head moved forward from time to time, and when he drooped hard, he woke up, and soon after waking up, he felt sleepy again.

Just at this time, the car made a big turn, and Tan Shaochen's inertia caused Tan Shaochen to fall straight towards the man.

Suddenly, his profile was on the man's shoulder.

——Just relying on sleeping, it shouldn’t matter, right?

——Just relying on sleeping, it doesn't matter whether you are tempted or not, right?

He paralyzed himself in the mist, and before he could move away from his position, the man had already actively approached him so that he could lean closer and sleep more comfortably.

He leaned on Shen Yanwen's shoulder, and his sleepiness no longer allowed him to think, and quickly dragged him into a deep and dark sleep.