The daily life of the popular celebrity ex

Zhu Jun smoked a cigarette, and when he went back to the bookstore, he found that Anrui had already selected almost all of them. He swiped his card to settle the bill, and slipped the bank card into Anrui's hand, saying, "The password is your birthday, and the year is the key." For the last two digits, the month and day shall be double digits."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll run away with my bank card?" An Rui joked.

"The card is just [-] yuan, not enough for your art exam." Zhu Jun replied seriously, "If you want to run away, wait until I put some money in."

"Zhu Jun, you are so kind to every friend. If you like each other, you just give them a bank card?" An Rui didn't refuse anymore, and carefully put away the bank card.

"My friends are very rich, and they don't need me to give them anything." Zhu Jun looked at the best-selling bookshelf, grabbed Ben Gongdou's romance novels, and flipped through a few pages, "I didn't know anything before, but I know Choose the school with the most expensive tuition for yourself, many of my classmates have gone abroad, and no matter how bad they are, they will go home to inherit the family business, and I am the one who is the worst."

An Rui has never experienced this kind of life, and he can't understand how it feels to be surrounded by rich people. He just thinks that Zhu Jun looks very deceptive, and he must have never met any bad people in the past.

An Rui couldn't say any nice comforting words, but fortunately Zhu Jun didn't need it either, the two went to the parking lot together, Zhu Jun drove An Rui home, and didn't say a few words all the way.

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Zhou Lan's cooking skills are better than Zhu Jun imagined, and the aroma spreads to the living room through the kitchen door. Zhu Jun can't even bear to remind Zhou Lan to use the range hood.

Zhou Lan cooked four dishes and one soup, and steamed fragrant rice for two people. Zhu Jun was rarely full, and then looked up at Zhou Lan, no matter how pleasing to the eye.

He was in a better mood, and his work was much easier. He made a phone call and arranged for Zhou Lan to go to a private school directly.

Zhu Jun didn't avoid Zhou Lan during the phone call. He covered the receiver and asked Zhou Lan, "How tall are you?"

"High school senior."

"Senior year." Zhu Jun repeated to the other side of the phone, "Money is not a problem, find him a class with a better atmosphere."

Zhu Jun hung up the phone and said to Zhou Lan: "I will send you to school tomorrow, Dexin School, that school is not bad."

Zhou Lan stood where he was, and he slightly raised his head. At this moment, he seemed to overlap with An Rui who was many years ago. He asked, "Brother, why are you so kind to me?"

Zhu Jun glanced at Zhou Lan, and there was no warmth in his eyes. He said, "Aren't you my nanny? Just a favor, don't think about it."

"But, brother, you make me think that you want to keep me." Zhou Lan directly dismissed her doubts and said, "I think those rich women do this, pick up a young and beautiful little boy, and bring them back Raise the family."

"I don't want to keep you," Zhu Jun vaguely felt a headache, "Just treat me as a good-hearted man, okay?"

"Okay, thank you brother." Zhou Lan smiled, and held up the beautifully washed cherries, "Brother, eat some fruit."

"Okay, thank you."

I have to say that Zhou Lan's words of brother, Zhu Jun is still somewhat useful. He is almost thirty, but the friends around him always treat him like a child, and even the employees he recruits are not very good at calling him brother. .

As for An Rui, at the beginning, he still had some respect for him, and soon began to call his name "Zhu Jun", "Zhu Jun".When the two were in a strong relationship, An Rui directly changed the notes on his phone to "Brother An", and then said confidently: "From now on, you will be my younger brother."

Zhu Jun came back to his senses, picked up the cherries with his fingers, and ate them slowly. After eating for a while, he said to Zhou Lan, "Do you want to take a supplementary class?"

"I shouldn't need it for now," Zhou Lan refused. "My grades are not bad. If I can go to school, I should be able to keep up."

"Well, that's fine."

"Brother, don't you ask me why I was expelled from the previous school?"

"If you want to say it, say it, if you don't want to say it, don't say it."

"I like men."

"Oh."

Zhu Jun's attitude was very cold, Zhou Lan opened her lips, but still did not continue.

In fact, Zhu Jun guessed it, maybe Zhou Lan wanted to ask him what he thought about homosexuality, or maybe he wanted to ask him if he liked him a little bit.

But Zhu Jun doesn't want the plot to develop in that direction. He doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes, and when he can't tell whether he likes it or is used to it, he sleeps with the person he raised in a daze.

This strange experience, once is enough.

Zhu Jun ate all the cherries, wiped his fingertips with a soft paper towel, and walked upstairs slowly. He slept in the master bedroom. Halfway through the walk, he remembered that Zhou Lan had not been assigned a room, so he stood On the stairs, he said to him condescendingly: "Just find a room to live in, the beds are all in the cabinet, brand new."

Zhou Lan stood downstairs, looked up at him, and asked, "Are you upset?"

"I'm not upset."

Why are you asking that?

Zhu Jun remembered the phrase "I like men" that Zhou Lan said just now, thought for a while, and added a paragraph: "Do you like men or women, it has nothing to do with me. But you used this reason to let me go to a school. You dropped out of school because they did something wrong. Although I can’t make the relevant personnel of that school apologize to you, I despise and condemn them from the bottom of my heart.”

Zhou Lan was amused by Zhu Jun's last sentence, and he said, "Brother, I feel that your internet language is very old."

"Is there?"

"Yes, it looks like an old netizen."

Zhu Jun didn't really want to continue this topic, he waved his hand, pretended not to care, and went back to the room.