After becoming the personal model of the boss

Standing outside the gate was a man in a black suit. He looked about 40 to [-] years old, as tall as He Xiancheng, and had a strong build.

"Hello, is Master Zhou here?" The man in the suit spoke politely and distantly, and glanced behind He Xiancheng after speaking.

He Xiancheng didn't let go of the doorknob, "What's the matter?"

Seeing that He Xiancheng didn't intend to let him in, the man in the suit could only look away and said, "I'll take the young master home."

He Xiancheng looked at him, "Master?"

Wang Ke looked indifferent, and stretched out his right hand, "Wang Ke, Master Zhou's driver."

He Xiancheng glanced at him, "Wait." After speaking, he walked into the room.

In the studio, He Xiancheng opened the door, and Zhou Shangan still maintained the posture he had when he went out, looking at this side without moving.

He Xiancheng came in and closed the door, "Do you know someone named Wang Ke?"

Zhou Shang'an was taken aback, and asked in surprise, "Why is he here?"

He Xiancheng was not talking, looked at Zhou Shangan for a while, then turned around and took off the clothes on the rack next to him and handed them to him, "He said he was here to pick you up."

Zhou Shang'an didn't reach out his hand.

He Xiancheng frowned, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Shang'an didn't speak, and took a while to take the clothes slowly.

He lowered his eyes and put on his clothes slowly with a sleepy expression, as if deliberately killing time.

He Xiancheng looked at him without urging him, but just lit a cigarette.

"Then I'm leaving." Zhou Shangan walked to the door, looked back at He Xiancheng, and his tone was not very happy.

He Xiancheng exhaled a mouthful of smoke rings, narrowed his eyes slightly, and nodded, "Yes."

At the door, Zhou Shangan looked at Wang Ke, "Why are you here?"

Wang Ke was Zhou Chuxiong's bodyguard and driver in the early days. Later, when Zhou Shangan went to school, he was more often responsible for picking up Zhou Shangan.

Compared to their relationship, the two are not considered close, and sometimes Wang Ke is more like Zhou Chuxiong's eyeliner monitoring Zhou Shang'an.

"Master asked me to take you home." Wang Ke bent down to take the schoolbag from Zhou Shangan's hand.

Zhou Shang'an was inexplicably agitated. He remembered that it must be easy for Wang Ke to know where he was, but this feeling of being watched after knowing it was very uncomfortable.

He dodged Wang Ke's outstretched hand, and then, with his lips tightly pursed, he walked sideways through the gap between Wang Ke and the door frame.

Wang Ke hurriedly took a step back.

Inside the carriage, Zhou Shang'an lifted the collar of his sweater and shrunk his neck down again. After coming out of the warm room, it became colder outside.

Wang Ke turned on the air conditioner in the car, started the car slowly, and said, "Master is back."

Occasionally, Wang Ke would go on a business trip with Zhou Chuxiong. After seeing Wang Ke, Zhou Shangan was not surprised that Zhou Chuxiong came back.

Zhou Shangan stared at the slowly receding house outside the window, and said indifferently, "What's the matter with me?"

He remembered the last time he left the house, Zhou Chuxiong slapped himself in front of so many people, "He asked you to come? Didn't he want to drive me out?"

Wang Ke glanced at Zhou Shang'an through the rearview mirror, "Master never said such a thing."

Zhou Shang'an pursed her lips tightly.

Wang Ke never talked much, and if Zhou Shangan didn't speak, he couldn't speak much.

After a while, Wang Ke looked at the people in the back seat through the rearview mirror, then tightened his hands on the steering wheel, and told Zhou Shang'an, "Master brought his new wife back."

Zhou Shang'an's breathing was stagnant.

Zhou Chuxiong never told Zhou Shangan that he was going to remarry. He still heard a lot of news from some relatives. Even Wang Ke probably knew better than him.

When he arrived at the door of the house, Zhou Shang'an didn't push the door to go in. He suddenly remembered the dream last night and was slightly dazed.

The door was opened from the inside, and it was Uncle Luo Xiaoluo, the housekeeper.

"The young master is back!" Uncle Luo looked at Zhou Shang'an, and a smile appeared on his face instantly, with creases at the end of his eyes.

"Uncle Luo." Zhou Shangan called obediently.

Uncle Luo is 50 years old and has been here since Zhou Shangan can remember.

Sitting on the sofa, Zhou Chuxiong was not angry and pretentious, facing the door diagonally, so that Zhou Shangan could see him as soon as he came in.

Zhou Chuxiong's tone was displeased, "You still know how to come back?"

Zhou Shangan bowed his head and took off his shoes, without saying a word.

There was a woman sitting beside Zhou Chuxiong, and Zhou Shangan knew who that person should be just by looking at her profile.

He changed his shoes and went to the kitchen.

Zhou Chuxiong said angrily, "Come here!"

Zhou Shang'an raised his head and glanced at him, without stopping.

"You just came back and wanted to leave this house again?"

The woman next to him seemed to say something, Zhou Chuxiong's tone softened a little, but he still couldn't hide his anger, "Come here and say hello to Aunt Ye."

Zhou Shangan looked at them, met Ye Wanwen's eyes, it was a young woman with beautiful facial features.

Zhou Chuxiong had never mentioned this woman to him before, he only heard about it from other people.

Zhou Shang'an was angry, he didn't want to talk, he turned his eyes away and continued walking towards the kitchen.

The air was as still as frozen.

"Good morning Zhou!"

Zhou Shang'an stopped and turned to look at Zhou Chuxiong.

Zhou Chuxiong stood up angrily, and Ye Wanwen who was beside him quickly followed him.

She waved her hand, then patted the back of Zhou Chuxiong's hand, with a gentle smile on her face, "No need, Xiao An doesn't want to bark if she doesn't want to. We will be a family from now on, so don't be so polite."

Zhou Chuxiong hummed, but Ye Wanwen's words seemed to be very useful to him. He held Ye Wanwen's hand behind his back, "He's too naive, I'll talk to him later. Xiaowen, do you want to go to rest first? The doctor told you Go to bed early."

Zhou Shangan took out the water in the refrigerator, and when he heard Zhou Chuxiong's words, he suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Wanwen.

Ye Wanwen was sitting on the sofa, she couldn't see the outline of her abdomen clearly.

Aunt Zhang, the nanny, was washing dishes in the kitchen. She heard all the movement just now. Seeing Zhou Shangan coming, she hurriedly said with concern: "Xiao An, Aunt Zhang left some food for you. Take it out and heat it up and eat it."

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand to her mouth again and lowered her voice, "If you don't like it, Auntie will make you some more."

Only then did Zhou Shang'an turn around to look at the meals on the table, there were several of them.

Inexplicably, he thought of He Xiancheng's cooking.

Zhou Shangan was stunned.

Aunt Zhang was about to put the dishes in the microwave, and he reacted and said, "No need, I'm not hungry, thank you Aunt Zhang."

After speaking, Zhou Shangan smiled at Aunt Zhang, turned around and walked outside.

Zhou Chuxiong was talking to Ye Wanwen, they didn't pay attention when Zhou Shangan went to the second floor.

Zhou Shangan pushed open the bedroom door and saw a strange boy, only as tall as the desk, with his back to the door, playing with the things on the table.

It was a set of mechanical toys he collected when he was a child. Zhou Shangan frowned, "Who are you?"

The little boy turned his head to look at him, pouted and turned his head away again, continuing to play with the things in his hand.

Zhou Shang'an suddenly remembered something, and tightened his hand holding the door page.

He only heard a "click", and when the boy turned his head again, he rushed to Zhou Shangan to shake off a toy arm that he had broken off.

Zhou Shangan was stunned.

The little boy grinned widely, excited and proud, and a little weird beyond his peers.

Zhou Shang'an was surprised for a while, and then agitated in his heart, "You can play as long as you want, what are you doing with it?"

The corner of the boy's mouth dropped instantly, he grabbed the toy on the table and threw it at Zhou Shang'an.

After Zhou Shangan dodged, he grabbed his hand and made a serious face on purpose, "Didn't your mother teach you not to touch other people's things?"

The boy looked at him for a while, probably frightened, he shook off Zhou Shang'an's hand and ran outside.

Zhou Shang's An Qi hadn't dissipated yet, the bedroom door was pushed open again, and the door frame hit the wall with a bang.

Zhou Chuxiong stood outside the door, next to the child, his eyes were red.

"Why are you bullying him? Why are you mentioning Xingxing's father?" Zhou Chuxiong was also furious, and before he could say a word to Ye Wanwen, Xingxing ran over to him and cried.

Zhou Shangan was stunned for a moment, not sure how his father was involved, "What?"

"You still have the guts to ask? What are you fussing about with the child, scolding him for not having a father? Seeing him cry makes you feel good? You don't have to worry about studying!"

Zhou Shangan looked at the child in disbelief, "I never mentioned his father!"

Xingxing suddenly burst into tears.

Zhou Chuxiong became even more angry, "You said you fought first, then ran away from home, and now you even bully children!" Zhou Chuxiong pointed at Zhou Shang'an and scolded, "What else would you do except cause trouble?!"

Zhou Shang Anxin trembled fiercely, but still looked straight at Zhou Chuxiong, "tell me clearly, how can I bully him? If I tell him not to touch my things, it is also bullying him?"

"You have to grab a few broken toys from your brother! How old is he? How old are you?!"

Zhou Shangan didn't want to quarrel with Zhou Chuxiong today, so he took a deep breath, "He broke my things."

"If it's broken, it's broken. Can't you let him?"

Xing Xing stopped crying suddenly, he threw up his hands and shouted: "Xing Xing wants it."

Zhou Chuxiong glared at Zhou Shangan, then took Xingxing to the desk and talked to Xingxing.

Then he turned around and continued to scold Zhou Shangan.

Zhou Shang'an clenched his hands tightly, lowered his head, and whispered: "You know a fart."

Zhou Chuxiong was startled, thinking that he had heard it wrong, he stopped halfway through what he said, and said instead: "Zhou Shang'an, say it again!"

When Zhou Shangan raised his head, his eye sockets were slightly red, and he said word by word: "You know a fart."

Zhou Chuxiong's chest was heaving with anger.

"Get out." Zhou Shangan pointed at the door and stared at Zhou Chuxiong.

Uncle Luo downstairs heard the movement and hurried to catch up, and came across this scene.

He stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Shang'an, "Shang'an, don't be angry with your father, be obedient..."

Uncle Luo is over 50, with half-white hair and light wrinkles on his face. When Zhou Shangan was young, he felt that Luo Xiao looked like his deceased grandfather and loved to cling to him.

At this moment, he felt unspeakable grievances, he broke away from Uncle Luo's hand, and whispered: "Don't pull me..."

"Shang'an, don't be disobedient."

Feeling sour and bitter, Zhou Shangan broke away from Uncle Luo's hand, looked up at Zhou Chuxiong, and said hoarsely, "If you don't go, I will go."

Uncle Luo wanted to pull him, but Zhou Chuxiong stopped him.

Zhou Shangan heard Zhou Chuxiong snort coldly, "Leave him alone, let him go, I want to see where he can go..."

He didn't stop walking, and walked even faster. When he went down the stairs, he saw the figure on the sofa, and Ye Wanwen also turned to look at him.

In an instant, her face overlapped with that dream, Zhou Shangan was startled, and quickly glanced away.

Zhou Shangan didn't stop until he walked to a supermarket next to the community.

The supermarket is not closed yet, the storefront lights illuminate the empty street in front, the supermarket cleaners are mopping the floor, there are no customers, only a few employees are still cleaning the shelves.

He went in to get a bottle of Coke, and when he paid at the cashier, he realized that he was too hasty to go out, he didn't take his mobile phone, and he didn't have any money on him.

Zhou Shang'an clenched the iced cola in his hand, and wiped the water mist on it with his thumb.

Auntie glanced at him.

"Auntie, I forgot to take the money." Zhou Shangan lowered his eyes and whispered.

While counting the money, the aunt gave him a strange look, until she put a bundle of change into the purse, and said: "I didn't take the money to buy something? Oh, come on, young man, we are going to close."

When Zhou Anan put down the Coke in his hand, his lips turned white from his biting.

It was raining outside the supermarket, it must have been raining heavily, but I didn't notice it when I came here, so I found a plastic chair next to the supermarket and sat down, Zhou Shangan bent his legs and slammed his face on his knees.

It gets colder at night.

His mind was in a mess. At one moment, it was the scene of his mother leaving without saying goodbye, and at the same time, it was the scene of Zhou Chuxiongzhou arguing as soon as he came home...

I don't know how long it took, and when Zhou Shangan raised his head when he heard a "bang", the supermarket door was also closed, and the surroundings suddenly became dark.

It wasn't until the last aunt who came out of the supermarket also left by bicycle that Zhou Shang'an lowered his head again.

The sound of the rain was continuous, as if it could never end.

Zhou Shang'an only felt that his chest was congested and his head was dizzy and painful, which made him almost out of breath.

Until he knocked on the door of He Xiancheng's house in a trance, saw He Xiancheng coming out, and then fell headlong into He Xiancheng's chest.

Zhou Shang'an thought that he probably really lost his head.

"Brother..." Zhou Shangan realized that his voice was unbearably hoarse, "Let me stay with you for one night..."

He Xiancheng had just finished taking a shower when he heard a hasty knock on the door. When he opened the door, a man wrapped in cold and damp rushed towards him.

He Xiancheng stretched out his arms to hug Zhou Shang'an reflexively, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Shangan buried his head in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "I want to drink iced cola..."

He Xiancheng could feel the coolness on Zhou Shangan's body through his clothes, and his hair was also wet.

"You came here in the rain?" He Xiancheng supported his shoulder.

Zhou Shang'an didn't speak, his whole body seemed to have no strength, and it was all supported by He Xiancheng.

He Xiancheng wanted to help him stand upright, but his fingertips accidentally touched his face, feeling the warmth and moistness.

He Xiancheng was startled, and raised his hand to pinch Zhou Shangan's chin.

Zhou Shang'an was forced to raise his head.

Zhou Shang'an's face was so white that it was almost transparent. It was not known whether it was wet from rain or tears. His eyes were red, and his eyelashes were wet from crying. He trembled with his breathing, and even the tip of his nose was red.

"You..." He Xiancheng stared at his face, and the movements of his hands stopped.

Zhou Shangan sniffed, fluttered her eyelashes lightly, saw He Xiancheng looking at him, and quickly raised her hand to cover her eyes, her voice was hoarse and indistinct, "What are you doing..." It sounded like a child acting coquettishly wronged.

He Xiancheng said, "Stand still."

Zhou An didn't seem to hear.

"Stand still."

Zhou Shangan still didn't respond.

He Xiancheng lost his voice.

Zhou Shang'an suddenly felt his body lighten, he froze for a moment, but He Xiancheng actually picked him up.

He still covered his face with his hands, his slightly widened eyes met the dazzling incandescent light from the ceiling, and closed them tightly again.

After He Xiancheng put him on the sofa, he turned and went out.

Zhou Shang'an's mind was muddled, only thinking about He Xiancheng hugging him just now.

When He Xiancheng came back, he held a towel in his hand, and he covered Zhou Shangan's head with the towel, "Wipe it off."

Zhou Shang An mumly wiped it twice, then grabbed the towel tightly, took it off and put it on his lap.

He looked at He Xiancheng, opened his mouth, and suddenly didn't know what he was going to say.

It was He Xiancheng who spoke first, "Come to my place so late, you just want to stay for one night?"