President, he can't control the Shura field.

The fireworks lasted for more than ten minutes, and the audience in front of the French windows and on the terrace were full of praise.These ladies and gentlemen who have seen the big scene have to admit that this is the most exciting fireworks they have ever seen.

The last silver waterfall made the whole night sky as bright as day.

Everyone felt that Jane's was indeed rich and powerful, spending such a large amount of money on her birthday, it seemed that she was very confident in this new project.

Tiangong is very face-saving, and it doesn't start to rain until the fireworks are over.

The helicopter originally planned to fly around the city to see the night view in the sky, but it also returned early due to the weather.

After landing, Cheng Lian stepped down first, and held up the umbrella before taking Jian Fanchen down.

Jian Fanchen's foot slipped and sprained, but fortunately, Cheng Lian supported him so he didn't slip.

"Be careful, are you hurt?" Cheng Lian said as he was about to bend down to look at his feet.

Jian Fanchen stopped him: "It's okay, let's go down first."

Cheng Lian frowned, glanced at the steps washed by the heavy rain, hesitated for two seconds, put his arms around Jian Fanchen's shoulders, and walked down quickly.

When he got back to the terrace, he let go and put the umbrella aside to dry.

"Boss Jian, are your feet really alright?" Cheng Lian's hair and clothes were half wet because most of the umbrella was used to cover Jian Fanchen.

Jian Fanchen said embarrassedly: "I'm fine, you go back and take a shower, don't catch a cold."

Cheng Lian insisted, "You go first, I'm fine."

Jian Fanchen turned his head to look, and he had to turn over the flower bed when going back from the terrace. It was too dangerous to be slippery in the rain, so he said, "You come in too, don't go there."

Cheng Lian nodded and followed Jian Fanchen into the house.

Jian Fanchen went to the bathroom to get two towels, and gave one to Cheng Lian.

In fact, he didn't get in the rain very much, mainly because he was afraid that Cheng Lian would catch a cold.

After all, the king of singers depends on his voice for food.

"Thank you, Mr. Jian." Cheng Lian casually brushed his hair.

Jian Fanchen went to pour him another cup of hot water, and said, "Take a couple of sips to warm up, and then go back and take a hot bath."

Cheng Lian turned his head and glanced at the phone on the table: "I didn't bring my room card when I came here, so I asked the front desk to send one."

Jian Fanchen was taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered that Cheng Lian just came here without bringing anything.

"I'll call the front desk, you go take a shower first." He said.

This time it was Cheng Lian's turn to be stunned, he pursed his lips: "I don't need to take a bath."

"No," Jian Fanchen suddenly sternly said, "How can you participate in the competition if you have a cold?"

Cheng Lian said, "I don't catch a cold."

Looking at his complicated expression, Jian Fanchen suddenly realized: "I have no other intentions, I can go out first, and I will come back after you wash up."

Cheng Lian: "...???"

Half a minute later, Cheng Lian went into the bathroom of the guest bedroom.

After Jian Fanchen got the key card from the front desk, he prepared to go out first.He wanted to wait for Cheng Lian to return to his room before coming back, so as not to make Cheng Lian nervous.After all, this kind of exquisite literary and artistic experience is more particular, and it is not appropriate for him to be present after taking a bath.

As he was about to go out, the doorbell rang.

From the surveillance, Jian Fanchen saw Jian Zhuo standing outside the door holding a silver dinner plate.

He opened the door with a puzzled look on his face: "Seeing burning?"

Jian Zhuo smiled warmly: "Boss Jian, you ordered raw porridge."

Jian Fanchen scratched his head, he forgot that he ordered supper.

Jian Zhuo said, "I'll send it in for you."

"Thank you," Jian Fanchen stepped aside, "But why do you still have to work the night shift?"

Isn't it just a lack of manpower to help at noon?Need to work overtime?

"It's idle anyway." Jian Zhuo walked to the table and put down the plate.

"Let's go and have fun, didn't you meet a lot of new friends in the salon today?"

Lijia

Don't do odd jobs all the time, don't waste your time running errands for him.

"It's okay, there's no one playing at this late hour," Jian Zhuo responded casually while setting the tableware, "President Jian, eat while it's hot."

"Well... I'll eat later." Jian Fanchen said.

Jian Zhuo turned his head to look at him: "Aren't you hungry now?"

"A little hungry, but I'm going out for a while now," he said.

Jian Zhuo showed doubts: "It's so late? Where are you going?"

Just as he was speaking, the door of the guest bedroom opened from the inside.

Cheng Lian was wearing a nightgown, and came out while wiping his hair with a towel.

When he saw that there was still burning in the living room, he paused for a second, and met a pair of cold eyes.

Cold and cruel eyes.

He glanced away and looked at Jian Fanchen: "Boss Jian, I'm fine."

Jian Fanchen glanced at the time: "Why are you so fast?"

unreasonable.

Cheng Lian said, "Soon? It's okay."

Jian Zhuo looked at him: "Why are you here?"

Cheng Lian took another sip of the hot water just now: "I live next door, and I forgot my room card."

Jian Zhuo's expression changed slightly: "Isn't the next door Qi Xu?"

"We changed." Cheng Lian said.

He didn't go on to explain why.

He has selfish motives.He even wanted Jian Zhuo to misunderstand him a little bit.

In the eyes of Xiao An and the others, seeing burning is the most harmless.But only he can see that compared to Jiang Tang and Ying Ming, Jian Zhuo is the one who worries the most.

He had watched them play vr, and the eyes in the dark when he sent Jian Fanchen home that night were exactly the same as now.

He knew it well, and guessed that Jian Zhuo had the same idea as him.

Jian Zhuo suddenly realized something, and turned his head to look at the flight jacket on Jian Fanchen.

Jian Fanchen also looked at him.

Facing Jian Fanchen's gaze, Jian Zhuo's eyes suddenly became clear.

"Boss Jian, did you go out just now?" He asked with a smile.

Jian Fanchen didn't notice the change in the atmosphere at this moment, and while giving the key card to Cheng Lian, he said, "Well, we went to watch the fireworks by helicopter, and it was raining when we came back, so Cheng Lian came over to take a shower."

"Helicopter?" Jian Zhuo turned his head and turned his back to Jian Fanchen, looking at Cheng Lian with increasingly terrifying eyes, "Oh? It was arranged by Yingming?"

When tit for tat confrontation, the inexplicable desire to win or lose is aroused.

"I arranged it," Cheng Lian looked at Jian Fanchen, "Boss Jian, I said I'd make up the fireworks for you, so I'll show you a show today."

Although the fireworks were not arranged by him.

But he said that he would not break his promise if he wanted to make up for the fireworks.

Jian Zhuo lowered his eyes and saw the cufflinks on the tea table, his expression was very bad.

Only then did Jian Fanchen feel that the atmosphere was a little strange.

But before he could figure out what the problem was, the doorbell rang again.

This time it is Ying Ming.

"Yingming? Why are you here?" He opened the door.

Ying Ming was holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand, her face flushed a little, "I asked the florist to prepare an extra bouquet of flowers today, and I didn't have time to give them to you during the day."

Jian Fanchen was taken aback for a moment, then smiled again: "Thank you, come in. You have worked hard today, the dinner was great, and there were fireworks, too. Which designer did you invite?"

Ying Ming walked into the room with the bouquet in her arms, and was about to answer when she saw two people standing in the living room.

Two eyes looked at him.

"Why are you here with Boss Jian?" Ying Ming immediately put on a straight face, especially seeing that Cheng Lian was wearing a bathrobe.

Jian Zhuo showed no expression: "Cheng Lian changed rooms to the next door, and I just came back from taking Mr. Jian to watch the fireworks by helicopter."

Ying Ming's face darkened, and he looked at Cheng Lian: "Change rooms? Who said it's possible?"

Cheng Lian nodded, and said in an uncompromising tone, "Qi Xu will trade with me."

Ying Ming heard this, and her tone became even more aggressive: "That's not what Secretary An said. If Qi Xu can't handle it anymore, he will have to be reassigned."

Jian Fanchen watched the three people come and go, and suddenly understood that everyone was fighting for the presidential suite next door.

Ah, so childish.

He is obviously the male protagonist with the ceiling configuration, so how can he be like a kindergarten kid snatching a toy.

But he immediately corrected his thoughts. After all, not everyone grew up with a golden spoon like him.

Not everyone has seen the package of 50 a night.

Besides, for this banquet, the male protagonists have worked very hard, so we can't favor one over another.

"I have a proposal." Jian Fanchen said suddenly.

The three looked at him, and the momentum just now subsided a lot.

Jian Fanchen continued: "Everyone is very tired these days, so you should enjoy it. There are several bedrooms in this apartment, and I can't finish them anyway. You can choose whatever you want, and call Jiangtang too."

"What to choose?" Jian Zhuo was puzzled.

"Choose a bedroom, you can all live here, I don't mind." Jian Fanchen said.

Jian Zhuo stopped talking.

Ying Ming stopped talking, and put the bouquet in her hand on the tea table.

Cheng Lian's face was a bit ugly, he gritted his teeth, and said: "Boss Jian, too many people will disturb your rest, let's all live next door, the rooms are all the same."

Oh, now I know that they are invited to live.Ying Ming glanced at Cheng Lian.

also good.He didn't want to disturb Jian Fanchen either, as long as he lived next door and could watch over Cheng Lian.

Jian Zhuo didn't make a statement, but just reminded Jian Fanchen: "Boss Jian, the porridge is getting cold, eat it quickly."

"Then are you staying here?" Jian Fanchen reconfirmed.

"Well, we all live next door." Jian Zhuo said.

Seeing that everyone stopped fighting, Jian Fanchen sat down with peace of mind and began to drink porridge.

After taking two sips, he raised his head again and said, "It's delicious, you can call it whatever you want."

Jian Zhuo sat down beside him, looked at him and smiled: "Understood, Mr. Jian, eat quickly."

Jian Fanchen took another two sips and felt that the atmosphere was still not right. Although the male protagonists stopped fighting, the air pressure was still very low.

He put down the spoon and said, "Don't stand still, go back to take a shower and rest, I can't eat well with so many people looking at me."

Cheng Lian picked up the key card and said to them: "Let's go, there are too many people disturbing Mr. Jane's rest."

Jian Zhuo thought of pulling Jian Fanchen to get up early tomorrow, so he also stood up: "Boss Jian, go to bed early, I'll call you tomorrow."

Jian Fanchen asked: "Tomorrow morning, play a beach jeep, right?"

Jian Zhuo nodded: "Yes."

"Okay. You all go to bed early too." Jian Fanchen said.

He likes beach jeeps very much, but he hasn't played in a long time.

In the presidential apartment next door, Cheng Lian took the guitar by the door and went straight to the master bedroom.

Ying Ming went to the second master bedroom next to him.

He wasn't picky about size, it's just that the room was next to Cheng Lian, so he would know if Cheng Lian wanted to go out.

He had known for a long time that Cheng Lian had a lot of eyes, but he didn't expect that there were so many.

There is no chance to set off fireworks for Jian Fanchen, and he can still come up with the idea of ​​a helicopter.

Originally, the fireworks that Jian Fanchen saw tonight were set off specially for him, but now that Cheng Lian stepped in, he felt that the fireworks were meaningless.

He was very annoyed, lying on the bed thinking, Jian Fanchen thinks the fireworks are beautiful, do they also have the bonus of the helicopter?

Cheng Lian returned to the room, sat by the French window, took out his mobile phone and clicked on the photo album.

It's a profile of Jian Fanchen, which he just took on the plane.

Jian Fanchen frowned, looking at the fireworks outside the window.

He slid down one, which was a remake of the beat-and-go music that day.

He was holding a black shark, and Jian Fanchen was holding a white rabbit, who looked younger than him.

After staring at the photo for a few minutes, he put down his phone, gulped down half a bottle of ice water, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

After he calmed down completely, he picked up the guitar.