The President's Dedicated Love

"Didn't you talk about work with Shen Hechuan, why did you come here?"

Guan Zeyu turned to look at the person next to him. Lan Zhengting was sitting at the other end of the sofa, and there was a cute child between them.

Guan Yingjie turned his head back and forth, he couldn't speak, after Guan Zeyu and Lan Zhengting sat down, they talked about topics that five-year-old children couldn't understand.

Lan Zhengting said, "He has already gone back."

Guan Zeyu asked, "Did you screw it up?"

Lan Zhengting looked at the angry man again, and he asked, "Why do you say that?"

Guan Zeyu leaned against the back of the sofa, and he did not answer.

With Shen Hechuan's temper, whoever offends him will make it difficult for him. This kind of person has friendship with people in the underworld. Whatever he does, he will either do it secretly or do it behind his back. In short, he will not go straight Get revenge on someone.

Lan Zhengting was silent for a long time, he said, "He asked me to talk about investing in Starfly Entertainment."

Guan Zeyu hooked the tip of his nose, and he seemed unwilling to listen. Lan Zhengting touched the child sitting in the middle, and said, "You should know that Yinghui wants to enter the film and television industry." He looked at the Guan Zeyu didn't seem to want to listen to the silent person, and he didn't want to know the result. He said, "That's your Yinghui's business. It has nothing to do with me. You don't need to explain it to me."

He patted his nephew on the shoulder, poor Guan Yingjie, he was sitting in the middle, on the left was the gentle uncle Lan gently touching his hair, while on the right was the cruel and violent uncle pressing his shoulder, His beady eyes looked left and right, and he asked, "Uncle, what are we doing sitting here?"

This box was actually just a place to sing. Guan Zeyu didn't think too much when he walked in. When he remembered to pay the bill, Lan Zhengting said, "I've already paid the bill."

Outside the door, the waiter came over and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Guan Zeyu glanced at his nephew who was sitting there in a daze, and said, "Come in who wants to order snacks."

Guan Yingjie ate again in the private room, this time he was not as excited as before, eating quietly, occasionally looking at the two chattering uncles.

Guan Zeyu seldom drank beer. He didn't think beer was delicious. He just talked to Mr. Lan without holding anything in his hand or getting any water on his mouth. He was afraid of dying of thirst or being at a loss.

Lan Zhengting watched him drink several cans, and asked, "How are you going to drive later?"

"You give me."

"I have my own car."

Their intermittent conversations, sometimes silent, sometimes like lifting, one after another, made the child caught in the middle unable to stand up. Guan Yingjie fell asleep, and when he slept, he still had a piece of fruit in his mouth.

Guan Zeyu hugged the child and wiped the cake crumbs from the child's mouth. He picked up the child and went out, regardless of what the person who insisted on carrying him thought.

Lan Zhengting picked up the black coat on the sofa, and he followed him out.

After seven o'clock in the evening, the sky was already very dark, and the evening wind was blowing everywhere. Lan Zhengting put his clothes on the person who was holding the child. He said, "Put on the coat first. It is windy and the temperature is low at night. It's easy to get sick."

Guan Zeyu turned his head and glanced at the person standing beside him. He was holding the child and remained silent.

Lan Zhengting reached out to take the sleeping child, he smiled, the sleeping face of the child was very cute.

Guan Zeyu put on his coat, he picked up the child, and the two walked to the car parked on the side of the square.

Lan Zhengting asked someone to drive away his Audi, and he got into the Rolls Royce.

"Should we go to Luyuan, or..."

"Close the house."

Guan Zeyu was worried that his family members would not feel at ease. Besides, Guan Zeqi was released from prison now, so he should care more about Xiao Yingjie.

Lan Zhengting stopped the car and said, "Here we are."

Guan Zeyu was silent for a long time, he said, "Help me carry the baby in."

Lan Zhengting was taken aback, "Why didn't you send it in?"

"Are you going to help?" Guan Zeyu was a little impatient. Seeing that the man's temper was coming up again, Lan Zhengting hurriedly got out of the car, took the child out, and rang the doorbell.

When Butler Xu came out to open the door, the old man gasped in shock and said, "Boss Lan?"

Lan Zhengting handed the child over, "Zeyu is drunk, I will take the child back for you, Housekeeper Xu, Yingjie will leave it to you."

"Okay, sorry for the trouble, Mr. Lan, thank you."

Lan Zhengting turned back to the car, Guan Zeyu slept with his eyes closed, he said, "Would you mind taking me back to Luyuan?"

Lan Zhengting smiled helplessly, "I don't seem to have the possibility of refusing." He didn't have a car to go home, and he couldn't let a drunk person drive.This kind of thing is not the first time or the second time, twice or three times, I am used to it.

Guan Zeyu rested his head on his pillow, with a drowsy consciousness, he wanted to sleep, and then wanted to ask something soberly, so repeatedly, he tortured himself uncomfortably.

Lan Zhengting drove back to Luyuan, he said, "Get out of the car, go take a shower, and get a good night's sleep."

Guan Zeyu messed up his hair, he asked, "What about you?"

"I'm going home."

"How to go back?"

"drive."

Guan Zeyu rolled his eyes. Is this meaningless conversation interesting? ? ?

He opened the door and got out of the car. Lan Zhengting restarted the car, backed up, turned the car around, and drove the car home. Guan Zeyu said, "Remember not to take my car out and drive around."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and watched the person who closed the window leave.

The person in the evening wind, standing alone is particularly lonely. He stands alone on the steps, and a gust of cold wind blows over, blowing the leaves and rustling.

When he came back to his senses, he looked up, and scattered raindrops were shaking from the sky. In the rainy season of October, with the coming cold wind, the cold winter came slowly.

Suddenly it rained heavily at night, and the big raindrops crackled on the glass windows, making the sound deafening.

Guan Zeyu got up and went to close the window. A gust of cold wind rushed towards him, and he shivered.

The temperature dropped suddenly at night. At dawn the next day, I checked the weather forecast, the temperature was [-] degrees, and it was windy and rainy outside the window.

On Sunday, he didn't have to go to work, and he didn't have to think too much about what to do. For a while, he didn't know what to do, and suddenly he was free, with nothing to do, and he was so bored.

Waking up in the morning, skipping breakfast, just sitting in the living room thinking about something, until Lan Zhengting called and said, "I'm outside the door."

Guan Zeyu flustered for a while, and he reacted quickly. When he got up, he accidentally knocked over the coffee on the table. He didn't take a sip of the prepared cup of coffee, and it was overturned and dirty all over the floor.

He looked down at the dripping water, and when Lan Zhengting called again, he said, "Are you home?"

Guan Zeyu glanced at the rain outside the window, it was raining heavily outside, and the heavy rain has never stopped since night.

He hurriedly opened the door and ran out to open the gate of the villa. When he saw the people outside, he forgot that there was a lot of rain pouring down on his head.

Lan Zhengting sat in the car, looking at the person who came out to open the door in the rain, he frowned.

After he drove in, he stopped casually, and immediately picked up the umbrella on the passenger seat and opened it.

"Zeyu, it's raining so hard, why don't you carry an umbrella?"

Guan Zeyu blurted out that he was holding an umbrella for someone who was soaked in the rain, and he forgot, and the two stood face to face in the wind and rain, relatively dumbfounded.

When cold raindrops blew across his face, Lan Zhengting woke up with a start. He pulled him into the house, "Hurry up and change your clothes, or you'll catch a cold."

Lan Zhengting closed the umbrella. He put the umbrella outside the door, opened the door to go in, and closed it again.

Guan Zeyu shook his head, he walked to the bathroom, and after entering, he turned to the bedroom to get a bathrobe.

Lan Zhengting walked to the living room and saw the large water stains spread beside the sofa, he turned his head to look at the bathroom.

When Guan Zeyu came out, the floor of the living room had been cleaned up. Lan Zhengting was sitting on the sofa flipping through a magazine. The person who was wiping his hair was surprised and hurried to grab the magazine. He thought Mr. Lan had read something he shouldn't have read. .

Original Qu Fan likes to buy random magazines, they are unsightly things, but the one that Lan Zhengting picked up is a car magazine.

"Why, don't even touch the books."

"No."

Guan Zeyu returned the magazine. In order to show that he didn't mean that, he stuffed the magazine back into the opponent's hand.

Lan Zhengting laughed, and Guan Zeyu touched those hands. They were extremely cold hands, as if they had been soaked in the refrigerator for a long time.

"Your hand, so ice?"

He held those cold fingertips, and Lan Zhengting was taken aback, his smile froze on his face. Since childhood, his hands and feet have been like this, icy and cold, especially in winter, it is even colder, as cold as Like ice cubes, for this reason I often suffer from insomnia in winter.

"Maybe it's too cold."

He withdrew his hand, but Guan Zeyu couldn't hold it, or rather, he couldn't hold on to it, why, why did he want the other party to be as warm as his smile to make people feel at ease?

It is an inexplicable extravagant wish. When he is good, he is unhappy; when he is not, he is even more uncomfortable. What kind of heart is this?Care about someone?Still hate someone?

The two of them were silent for a long time, until someone's stomach groaned, and Lan Zhengting frowned upon hearing this.

"It's one o'clock now, you haven't had lunch yet?"

Guan Zeyu sat at one end of the sofa, patted his almost dry hair, and said, "Not only did I not eat lunch, I didn't even eat breakfast."

Lan Zhengting looked at the person on the other side of the sofa for a long time, and he just looked at him.

"What are you staring at me for?"

Guan Zeyu felt a little guilty. Didn't he just skip lunch, and he didn't murder and set fire.

"Zeyu, do you know that this can easily cause stomach problems."

"Yes, I have a stomachache."

Guan Zeyu muttered the words of retort casually, Lan Zhengting put down the magazine in his hand, and asked, "What did you say?"

He was so hasty that he frightened innocent people.

Guan Zeyu's head was not bright this time, he didn't know how to react for a while, so he looked at the person whose expression suddenly changed, and he stared at him silently.

"You said you had stomach problems?"

"No."

"Ze Yu."

"No, Lan Zhengting, I didn't recruit you for your reaction."

Guan Zeyu felt uncomfortable all over. He felt uncomfortable being stared at and had nowhere to hide. He turned his head to pick up the coffee and wanted to drink it, but Lan Zhengting stopped him, "Wait a minute."

"You can't drink coffee on an empty stomach," he said.

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