Nurturing Manual

Zhang Zhiyuan seemed dissatisfied with his explanation. After all, this face now belonged to the patron's father, but he didn't pursue it too much. Assistant Chen moved out a medicine box from somewhere and handed it to Zhang Zhiyuan.

Being pinched on the chin, and carefully disinfected with a cotton swab, Shen Huan couldn't help taking a breath from the stimulation of alcohol, "Hiss."

To prevent Shen Huan from moving, Zhang Zhiyuan exerted some force on his hand, "Does it hurt?" Seeing the little lover shrinking his neck, Zhang Zhiyuan moved closer and gently blew on the wound.

Being used to being taken care of by Zhang Zhiyuan, Shen Huan didn't feel that something was wrong, the little boy leaned on the back seat unconsciously, and said casually, "It doesn't hurt too much."

After applying the medicine, Zhang Zhiyuan said mysteriously, "Your birthday present has been delivered to your home."

"!!!" Shen Huan sat up straight, "What did godfather give you?"

"You absolutely like it." Zhang Zhiyuan was fully confident.

On the contrary, Shen Huan was a little confused. He would definitely like something, and Zhang Zhiyuan was so sure. He looked at Zhang Zhiyuan suspiciously, "Really?"

"real."

Assistant Chen in front was a little embarrassed to hear his boss's confident tone, and bought hundreds of skirts for a boy.

The car just entered the gate, and as soon as it stopped, Zhang Zhiyuan excitedly dragged his little lover upstairs, like a young man insisting on showing his girlfriend something strange.

Jin Zhu's father personally took people to the cloakroom, went to the closet and pulled the curtain. Even though he tried his best to control his expression, he couldn't hide his excitement at all. It didn't look like Shen Huan received a gift, but it looked like him.

"Curious?" The nearly 40-year-old, like a child asking for credit, is complacent, wants to be full of mystery, and wants to see the surprised expression of his little lover.

The more this happened, the more Shen Huan felt his heart beating, especially if he took him to the cloakroom to see the presents, how could Zhang Zhiyuan send him to a clothing store?

"Yeah." Shen Huan cooperated with Jin Zhu's performance.

"dangdang." The curtain was pulled open with a slam, and the warm white spotlight shone on the compartment, and the colorful skirt shone so brightly that Shen Huan couldn't open his eyes.

"Do you like it? Huanhuan." The gold master's father looked forward to it.

Shen Huan blinked uncomfortably, and when he recovered, he realized that it was all lo skirts.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and the scene was a bit stiff. Why was it a lo skirt? Even if Zhang Zhiyuan gave him a clothing store, he thought it was better than a lo skirt. Zhang Zhiyuan even boasted that he would definitely like it.

Even so, Shen Huan immediately controlled his expression, took the arm of the patron, "I like it, thank you godfather."

The little lover's reaction was not quite right, she said she liked it, she wasn't particularly surprised, she said she didn't like it, and went up to have a look.

Zhang Zhiyuan followed behind him, and said slowly, "I don't know what to give, I don't know what you young people like..." Zhang Zhiyuan paused, his tone was a little jerky, "It's the first time I'm thinking about it myself. Give people presents."

Shen Huan froze with his hands flipping the lo skirt, and held his breath, wanting to hear what else Zhang Zhiyuan would say.

"When I saw you for the first time, I was wearing this kind of skirt. I was thinking, this child is so beautiful, and he is still a boy... I am getting old, and I can only think about giving money, but I think it is too vulgar. Give Huanhuan the most special...Happy birthday, Huanhuan."

Unconsciously grasping the hem of the skirt with his hands, Shen Huan stood still with his back facing Zhang Zhiyuan. Zhang Zhiyuan had never been so nervous when talking about business for the first time. He shouted in a deep voice, "Huanhuan."

He was quite worried that Shen Huan didn't like him, a boring middle-aged man, except for a few bad money, he couldn't even please others.

No elder ever cared about Shen Huan's birthday. When his mother was still there, he was unhappy about his father's affairs all day long, and often ignored Shen Huan, who was a few years old. Shen Huan's father was also thinking about the little three outside. It seems like an extra person.

Later when Shen Key came to his house, he saw how Shen Ye celebrated his birthday, everything, the best, belonged to others.

He didn't even dare to think about trying so hard to please him, even saying happy birthday was an extravagant wish.

Shen Huan turned around and threw himself into Zhang Zhiyuan's arms, not letting him see his teary face, "Thank you godfather, I really like it." Mind is far more important than anything else.

Zhang Zhiyuan seemed to be relieved, his face was tense and he wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh. Sure enough, he still knew what his little lover liked. He wanted to see the happy expression on his little lover's face, but it was a pity that he hugged him tightly. Dad simply let him hug him enough.

There is no romantic atmosphere, no candlelight dinners, and even the housekeeping aunt leaves work early. The father of the funder cooks the kitchen himself, and celebrates the little lover's birthday in a pragmatic and down-to-earth manner.

Have you ever seen a president who cooks in a designer suit?

Zhang Zhiyuan was taking off his coat, his shirt sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, his arms were wearing cuffs, his vest was covered with a pink apron, and he was skillfully busy in the kitchen.

I don't know how many times this is the first time Zhang Zhiyuan has cooked for himself. Shen Huan just folded his arms, standing at the door and looking at it. fucked myself.

In case one day Zhang Zhiyuan woke up from his dream and felt that raising him was a money-losing business, he had to put Zhang Zhiyuan to sleep now, even if he was kicked away by the benefactor's father in the future, there would still be something to recall.

Tonight, the atmosphere, the timing, it's not too good, even if you let yourself dance, you have to seduce Zhang Zhiyuan to bed.

Zhang Zhiyuan didn't know what his little lover was planning behind his back, he just felt that catering to his little lover's preferences, the relationship between the two of them took another step forward, it was really reliable to take the warm route, the way of forcing love in the president's article was too tough, love How can it be maintained by other means?It is really important to adapt measures to local conditions and vary from person to person.

After the warm dinner, the little lover dragged the patron to the bathroom, "Godfather, take a bath with me."

The master of gold frantically pulled the door frame, his former composure no longer existed, "Why... good... Huanhuan, you go first..."

Shen Huan narrowed his eyes and approached Zhang Zhiyuan, "Why? I want my godfather to accompany me, but today is my birthday. Does my godfather not agree to this request?"

Zhang Zhiyuan's scalp was numb, the inexplicable development was beyond his ability to cope, shouldn't it be that the little lover was so moved by him that he blushed softly and acted like a baby with him?

"Godfather..." The little lover stomped anxiously, frowned, and looked at herself.

"Godfather~" His voice was trembling, how could Zhang Zhiyuan cope with this kind of situation.

"well…"