President, he can't control the Shura field.

"Recently, we don't want the boss to act alone. Do you know the reason?" Xiao An asked.

Jian Zhuo put the key card into the wallet, nodded: "I understand."

Of course he understood that no one was more worried about Jian Fanchen than him.

Even Jian Fanchen was worried about staying in the intensive care unit by himself, so he scratched his hand with a glass last night, and was careful to stay in it.

But when he heard that Jian Fanchen was with someone else, especially Cheng Lian, he became anxious.

Neither Ying Ming nor Jiang Tang, Cheng Lian, made him feel such a sense of crisis.

Cheng Lian was really good at running away, and he didn't miss any chance.

However, thinking that Jian Fanchen was at least not alone at this moment, at least not in danger, he felt more at ease.

Very contradictory.

When he arrived at Jian Fanchen's penthouse, because he was worried about waking Jian Fanchen, he opened the door and went in.

The room was very quiet, and there was no one in the living room. He frowned instantly, and after putting the documents on the table by the door, he walked lightly towards the master bedroom.

The door of the master bedroom was not closed. When he walked to the door, he saw Jian Fanchen who was sleeping soundly on the bed hugging the quilt.

There was also Cheng Lian who was sitting on the floor by the bed, leaning against the bedside table, with his eyes closed.

Heh, he knew that Cheng Lian would not be so honest.

Cheng Lian was wearing headphones, with a guitar by his side, and in his arms was the white rabbit plush doll that Jian Fanchen brought back last time.

It looked like something was sung before going to bed.

The atmosphere is just too intimate, singing by the bed in the bedroom.

He was so close to Jian Fanchen, so close that his breaths could be entangled when he was sleeping soundly.

The mattress and pillows were soft, and Jian Fanchen sank into them, and they were also soft, like a docile cat.

Jian Zhuo's eyes sank, he took a deep breath, turned around and walked back to the living room.

He was afraid of waking Jian Fanchen up.

The dog who ate the lemon was still unable to make a sound, and suddenly turned into a sour and stuffy gourd.

After standing in the living room for half a minute, he suddenly looked at the router on the TV cabinet.

He turned his head again, just in time to see Cheng Lian with his eyes closed from this angle.

He walked directly to the TV cabinet, reached out and unplugged the router's cable.

Sure enough, as soon as the internet was disconnected, there was movement in the bedroom.

This dog is even connected to Jian Fanchen's house wifi, what does he want?Don't have traffic?

Although he did not even come last time.

Cheng Lian walked out with his earphones on and his phone in hand, and when he looked up, he met Jian Zhuo's eyes.

Jian Zhuo is next to the TV cabinet, his face is very smelly.

Cheng Lian narrowed his eyes, and after closing the bedroom door, he asked, "When did you come in?"

Jian Zhuo looked at his movements, and his eyes became sharper: "If bad guys come in, don't you know the same?"

What can I do for you?

Cheng Lian didn't answer.He did fall asleep just now.

His keen eyes glanced over the file folder on the table behind Jian Shao, and he understood clearly: "Secretary An asked you to deliver the materials?"

Jian Zhuo sent the materials, but he didn't intend to leave, so he sat on the sofa, took out his tablet and started working.

Cheng Lian didn't say anything else, after installing the router and rebooting, he turned and walked back.

As soon as he took a step, Jian Zhuo raised his eyes to look at him.

He paused at the door of the bedroom, but in the end he didn't go in again. Instead, he sat back on the French window sill where he had just played the piano, and put on the earphones again.

Jian Shao lowered his head expressionlessly and continued to look at the tablet.

When Jian Fanchen woke up, he saw the guitar and the big black shark on the ground.

Cheng Lian came in?

He got out of bed, opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

"Mr. Jian." Jian Zhuo stood up first on the sofa in the living room, "I'll deliver the materials."

"Xiao An asked you to come, right? Thank you for your hard work." Jian Fanchen remembered something, went back to the bedroom and took out his mobile phone, "Return your mobile phone, thank you."

Jian Zhuo took the phone and smiled.

Jian Fanchen used his mobile phone casually, and let Jian Fanchen set his future password.

The doorbell rang, and Cheng Lian took off the earphones: "Mr. Jian, I ordered afternoon tea, let's talk after we finish eating."

Seeing him walking towards the door, Jian Zhuo turned around and asked Jian Fanchen, "Are you talking about work?"

Jian Fanchen nodded: "Well, his match is coming soon."

Jian Zhuo knows that no matter how possessive he is, it can't affect Jian Fanchen's business affairs, otherwise Jian Fanchen will be embarrassed.

"By the way, thank you for the breakfast in the morning. Do you have anything to do tonight? If not, I'll treat you to dinner." Jian Fanchen said.

Gougou nodded obediently.

Cheng Lian ordered macarons and three cups of coffee.

"Actually, you don't need to order coffee. I have it here, and I can make one." Jian Fanchen said, turning his head and glanced at Jian Zhuo.

Cheng Lian saw his expression and said, "The coffee is for free."

"This shop is really good. A box of macarons gives you three cups of coffee," Jian Zhuo said, "I have to write down the name of the shop, and I will order it next time."

Cheng Lian sneered sneeringly, turned the box half a circle, and turned a yellow one in front of Jian Fanchen: "Boss Jian, caramel flavor, you like it."

"How do you know I like to eat?" Jian Fanchen was a little surprised, he did like to eat.

Cheng Lian said, "You wanted to order it at the music festival last time, but it was sold out."

music Festival.Jianzhuo glanced at him.

Get angry when you mention it.

After eating, Jian Fanchen took Cheng Lian to the study.

Jian Zhuo watched as Cheng Lian closed the door of the study from the inside, reached out to cover the half box of macarons left on the coffee table, and moved it aside.

I don't want to see it, it's an eyesore.

The study is a bit messy. Jian Fanchen usually doesn't clean up after work, and doesn't let the part-time aunt clean up. He is worried that things will not be found if they are moved.

"It's a bit messy." Jian Fanchen took the file folder from the sofa chair, "Sit here."

Cheng Lian looked around, smiled and said, "It's much neater than my house."

Jian Fanchen said: "It looks chaotic, but it is actually very orderly. I know where they are."

Cheng Lian nodded slightly, and silently straightened several folders that were stacked randomly on the table. The sides with the file names were all facing Jian Fanchen's direction, and the order was not messed up.

Jian Fanchen just turned around to open the window, but didn't notice his movement.

"Did your company give you a lot of resources recently?" Jian Fanchen asked.

Cheng Lian said, "Yes, the contract signed with the TV station includes promoting the sponsors."

Jian Fanchen went straight to the point: "Some brands you think are inappropriate, don't reject them too directly. Just tell me, and I will solve it."

He has been worried that the eccentric Cheng Lian will have problems at this juncture.

Because in the original text, Cheng Lian almost offended Party A before the game because he was unwilling to shoot commercials or post announcements that had nothing to do with music.

He couldn't let this kind of delay in the progress of the male lead's career happen.

Cheng Lian looked at him with a little surprise in his eyes: "President Jian, what do you mean by solution?"

Jian Fanchen said: "It's the commercials and programs that you don't want to accept, I will reject them for you."

Cheng Lian was obviously taken aback, he didn't expect Jian Fanchen to do this.

What he didn't even expect was that Jian Fanchen guessed his thoughts.

"I don't have any jobs that I don't want to take, and I've already signed them." Cheng Lian said, "Opportunities are rare, and I won't let you down."

He was indeed unwilling to be tied up by Huali Huqiao before, but now he has changed his mind.

In fact, since last night, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

He has to grow up at the fastest speed to be able to keep Jian Fanchen from being hurt.

This time it was Jian Fanchen's turn to be surprised.

So far, Cheng Lian's character design is the worst.

How could the cold, ruthless and difficult future song king suddenly become so down-to-earth.

He remembered that one of the sponsors was soy sauce, and the other was baby milk powder...

Just thinking about it, it's very inconsistent.

But since Cheng Lian figured it out by himself, he didn't have to worry about it.

Next question: "Is the song for the competition decided?"

"It's settled, it's the folk song I'll sing to you today." Cheng Lian said.

"Today's song?" Jian Fanchen recalled, "What's the name of the song?"

"Song before going to bed." Cheng Lian looked at him, "How is it?"

Jian Fanchen thought for a while: "It's pretty good. But... what about the Tianya Highway?"

The last time Cheng Lian said that he wanted to borrow this name, he took it for granted that Cheng Lian had been creating this masterpiece all this time.

"Tianya Highway...I still want to change it." Cheng Lian leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his nose, "I don't feel very inspired recently."

Jian Fanchen thought for a while: "Then can you write well before the competition?"

After all, Cheng Lian was going to win the song king by relying on this song.

"Not necessarily. Inspiration is hard to say. It happens from time to time." Cheng Lian looked at him, "For example, this weekend, there are more inspirations."

Jian Fanchen also knows that there is no trace of the artist's creation, so he must find a way for Cheng Lian to find inspiration.

They talked in the study for almost an hour, and when they came out of the study, Jian Zhuo had already started cooking in the kitchen.

Jian Fanchen recalled in a daze that when he walked out of the bedroom that morning, Jian Zhuo was standing in the kitchen like this.

He suddenly felt that this picture was quite harmonious.

It seemed that as soon as he came out of the room, he would see Jianzhuo in front of the cooking counter.

"Boss Jian, it's too late, you don't need to go out, I'll just cook a few dishes." Jian Zhuo looked back at him, his eyebrows and eyes curved, "It will be ready soon."

"Why are you still cooking?" Jian Fanchen looked at his bandaged hands, "You still have injuries on your hands."

"It's okay, it's okay." He said while cracking eggs, "I've already prepared a dish."

Jian Fanchen walked into the kitchen to have a look, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let me help you, don't touch the water."

Cheng Lian also walked into the kitchen, but Jian Fanchen chased him out: "You don't know how to cook, don't come in and make trouble, you have time to find inspiration."

Jian Zhuo said, "Two people are enough in the kitchen station, otherwise it will be too crowded."

There is no place for you.

Because the ingredients are limited, Jianzhuo cooks all home-cooked dishes.

It was the first time for Jian Fanchen to watch people cook up close in the kitchen. The curious baby found that cooking is also fun. He always easily became interested in areas that he was not good at.

"Boss Jian, do you eat salty tomato scrambled eggs?" Jian Zhuo opened the seasoning box.

"Well, I like to eat salty food, so you guys should do the same?" Jian Fanchen looked at Jian Zhuo's skillful movements, and suddenly felt that cooking is not difficult, "So it's fried like this, I have to try it too."

Jian Zhuo turned his head and glanced at him, turned around and picked up some eggs with chopsticks, and brought them to his mouth: "Here."

Jian Fanchen was taken aback, and his first reaction was to open his mouth.

"How does it taste?" Jian Zhuo asked.

"Delicious, the eggs are so tender." Jian Fanchen licked his lips, and his taste buds were opened, "But why do you want me to eat it now? Do you want to taste it?"

He also likes to try a bite of food before it is cooked when he watches other people cook it in the movie.

Jian Zhuo looked at him, and asked innocently: "Didn't you just say you wanted to try?"

Jian Fanchen blinked and remembered: "I mean, I will try to make this dish next time."

"Oh, I misheard, so let's taste it." Jian Zhuo turned his face back and raised the corners of his mouth.