obedient lover

Li Fengfan looked at the information sent by the investigators, his face was full of sunshine, only the gloom that almost rained was left.

At this time, there were two rhythmic knocks on the door.

"Come in." Li Feng closed the document in his hand unhappily, and looked up at the person who came.

"Mr. Li, our latest high-end luxury goods spokesperson has been selected, please have a look." Zhang Xue, the director of the media department, put the two files on Li Feng's desk, then opened his notebook, and while calling up the information, While explaining to Li Feng.

"Category A products are mainly creamy white, and the spokesperson is Bai Yichen, an artist under Shining Star Media."

Li Feng looked at the photos on the laptop screen for a while, then picked up the pen at hand and knocked on the table, recalling: "Xingxing Media, someone under the Xie Group?"

"Yes, but all along, his investors are not Xie's, but Qin's and Ke's two business giants." Zhang Xue explained in detail, and took a sneak peek at her boss during the process.

Looking at Mr. Li from this angle, he is really handsome, and he is in a mess.

Young, sunny, cheerful, looks like a big boy who has not been involved in the world.To tell the truth, Zhang Xue even felt that it would be absolutely appropriate for Li Feng to wear a white shirt and jeans as the endorsement for category B products.

However, no matter how outstanding and flirtatious Mr. Li is, he never played with grass, which broke the ideas of many girls in the company.

"The temperament is good." Li Feng's understated praise brought back Zhang Xue's thoughts.

For the sake of Annuo, Li Feng didn't want to have any business dealings with Xie Group, but Bai Yichen's temperament was indeed in line with it, and with Qin and Ke's consistent style, rejecting Bai Yichen would not do him any good.

"What about the other one?" Li Feng asked.

"Xia Yu, the newly signed artist of Duowei Entertainment, the background is simple and simple, but also complicated." Zhang Xue clicked on Xia Yu's photo, "The appearance of B-type products focuses on youth, Xia Yu is eighteen years old, and the appearance is cute and manageable .”

"Duowei Entertainment is just an unknown small company in the entertainment industry. How did it surpass dozens of powerful competitors and send Xia An up?" Li Feng glanced at Xia An's photo, and his eyes became heavy. .

"The investor behind him is Zhuo Fan, the executive director of Zhuo Group."

As soon as Zhang Xue finished speaking, Li Feng sneered ironically.

"Mr. Li?" Zhang Xue didn't know why.

"Is it an investor or a funder?" Li Feng leaned on the soft chair and turned the pen in his hand, giving Zhang Xue a neutral look.

"This..." Zhang Xue hesitated, "If you are not satisfied with Xia An? We can change it again."

"Keep it." Li Feng said with a smile.

"Ah?" Zhang Xue met Li Feng's gaze inexplicably, she couldn't understand what Li Feng was thinking at all...

She was obviously laughing, but she couldn't help shivering...

But the boss nodded, and she didn't have the guts or the qualifications to intervene: "Okay."

"You have nothing to do, you can go first." Li Feng put down the pen he was playing with, and tapped the table with his slender fingers, his posture was pleasing to the eye.

"Okay, Mr. Li, then I will directly contact the planning department to prepare for the product marketing and advertising shooting."

"En." Li Feng nodded, and when Zhang Xue's figure disappeared at the door, he opened the file bag Zhang Xue put on his desk, and took out Xia An's photos and documents.

This face is exactly the same as the little boy in Zhuo Fan's arms shown in the information sent by the investigators he just read...

"The person I like so much that I can't bear to touch him more is actually just one of other people's lovers." Li Feng sighed half regretfully half annoyed.

Over the years, the little pets he keeps at his feet have been changed one after another. The only thing that remains the same is that they all look like An Nuo.

If An Nuo hadn't insisted on running with Zhuo Fan, he wouldn't have hidden his love so deeply.

I thought that no matter how much Zhuo Fan hated An Nuo, he would not eat wild food behind An Nuo's back. I didn't expect that Zhuo Fan, a fool, didn't know how to cherish at all...

Since Zhuo Fan only treats An Nuo with the intention of supporting him, don't blame him for messing with Xia An.

If you are in a bad mood, you should eat sweets.

When An Nuo came out with sweet purple rice porridge and chopped mango, Zhuo Fan had already changed his clothes and sat at the dining table waiting for him.

"It's almost lunch time, I'm afraid it will affect your appetite, so I don't do much." An Nuo tried to walk steadily, and carefully placed the white porcelain bowl in front of Zhuo Fan.

"Why is there only one copy?" Zhuo Fan looked away from An Nuo's lap, stirring the contents of the bowl.

"Just woke up, not very hungry."

When An Nuo first woke up, he basically didn't have any appetite. He was self-willed, and he didn't eat when he didn't have an appetite. After a long time, he developed stomach problems.

"You didn't hurt you to death when your fucking stomach hurt, so you're jumping in front of me so coolly now?" Zhuo Fan put down the spoon in his hand, and when the porcelain spoon touched the bowl, it made a crisp "ding" sound.

"I'll make milk for myself in a while." An Nuo lifted the small porcelain cup filled with mango pieces, "You eat first."

"Go now." Zhuo Fan ordered.

"...Okay, Brother Fan." Now An Nuo just wants to stand quietly for a while, or lie down for a while, he doesn't want to move at all.

But if you want Zhuo Fan to repeat the words a second time, waiting for him is far more terrifying than being scolded.

When An Nuo returned to Zhuo Fan with the milk, Zhuo Fan had already started to taste the rice cereal.

He doesn't like sweets, but An Nuo's taste is good, and there is no waste at all, and the food is very clean.

After a bowl of stomach, Zhuo Fan's mood improved a lot.

An Nuo was sitting on the right side of the chair separated from Zhuo Fan at this time, for no other reason, because Zhuo Fan did not allow him to get too close.

After he took a sip of milk, he held the cup and didn't move.

Zhuo Fan tilted his head to give him a warning, and he raised his fair neck and drank the liquid in the glass in one gulp. His delicate Adam's apple slid up and down several times because of swallowing.

After drinking, he stretched out his tongue to lick off the milk stains on his lips, acting like a kitten, looking at the milk in the milk.

Then he turned his head and showed Zhuo Fan a gentle and cute smile.

When Zhuo Fan's mood is between good and bad, being obedient and sensible is the most suitable posture to be around him.

"Are you feeling better?" Zhuo Fan looked at An Nuo's quiet face and asked a few more questions patiently.

"The fever has subsided." An Nuo put down the cup in his hand, "Thank you, Brother Fan, for your concern."

After being silent for a while, Zhuo Fan said: "...I drank too much last night. If you do something excessive, don't take it to heart."

"You didn't do anything last night." An Nuo stood up from the chair while speaking, and said indifferently, "If you are full, I will clear away the tableware."

"Stop cooking at noon, I'll take you out to eat." Zhuo Fan probably realized that he was going too far, and said while looking at An Nuo's profile.

Hearing this, An Nuo was taken aback by the movements in his hands.

He really hasn't been out and about with Zhuo Fan for a long, long time, so long that he doesn't know how long.

Such an opportunity is extremely rare.

But, why did Zhuo Fan suddenly say such things... Is it because he felt guilty that he didn't want to accept it after touching him?

"You're not kidding me, are you?" The smile on the corner of An Nuo's mouth was filled with such sincere emotion for the first time, without any pretense or deliberate creation, even the [-] bad words that Zhuo Fan had just scolded in his heart were all internal. eliminated.

"No. Let the servant clean up the tableware, and I will give you 5 minutes to change your clothes." Zhuo Fan replied.

"Okay, Brother Fan." An Nuo put down the things in his hand, went upstairs to his bedroom.

To be honest, An Nuo would be happier if he said this to An Nuo at another time.

After all, he is really unwell right now.

But no matter how uncomfortable I want to go out.

After changing his clothes, An Nuo walked up to Zhuo Fan, showing a sunny and pure smile that matched his outfit: "Brother Fan, I'm fine."

Zhuo Fan glanced at An Nuo lightly, and said to An Nuo with the car keys: "Let's go."

The two walked towards the garage one after the other, and An Nuo saw Zhuo Fan's favorite motorcycle ICON Sheene in a row of cars.

An Nuo also likes motorcycles very much. It is exciting enough and a good tool to dispatch loneliness.

"Why, you can't move your feet when you see it?" Zhuo Fan urged impatiently when he parked next to An Nuo in his Maybach.

It's okay for him to like motorcycles, but An Nuo can't.

Because in the past, An Nuo would only ride a motorcycle when he was in a very bad mood, and the speed of the drag racing was so fast that even Zhuo Fan didn't dare to try it easily, and he was playing with his life.