President, he can't control the Shura field.

Cheng Lian folded his hands on his chest, sat on the sofa, and took the guitar to the balcony after a while.

For dinner, Jian Zhuo made four dishes and one soup. Jian Fanchen likes spicy food, and Cheng Lian has a mild taste, so he considered them all.

Jealousy is jealousy, but one size counts for one size, he will not put a shoe on his rival in other things because of this.

The dog hook will not retaliate, it will just bite you on the spot and pee in the enclosure afterwards.

After eating, Cheng Lian took the initiative to stand up and wash the dishes.

After all, Jian Fanchen said Jian Zhuo couldn't touch the water, and he couldn't let Jian Fanchen wash the dishes.

Cheng Lian washes the dishes very slowly, Mo Mo Ha Ha looks very busy, but in fact he just doesn't want to finish the work so quickly.

Jian Zhuo glanced at the kitchen, and offered to take out the trash.

They didn't want Jian Fanchen to feel that they were too idle, and they were afraid that Jian Fanchen would let them go home.

Jian Zhuo took out the trash, and went downstairs to buy some ice cream.

After returning, Jian Fanchen was already reading documents in the study, while Cheng Lian was still cleaning the stove.

Cheng Lian is an overly careful person. Cleaning the stove is as meticulous as maintaining a musical instrument. He wiped the countertop like a brand new one.

Jian Zhuo put the ice cream in the ice cream cup and took it into the study.

Jian Fanchen likes to eat desserts at work at night, he remembers this.

"President Jian, take a rest tonight." He watched Jian Fanchen take a bite of the ice cream.

Jian Fanchen stared at the screen while eating: "There was a temporary problem with the translation today. The plane was delayed and he still couldn't get in touch. I'm going to look through these materials."

"Translation?" Jian Zhuo's attention shifted from his mouth eating ice cream to the documents on the table, "Why do you have to translate it yourself? No one in the company can do it?"

The president's time is so precious, how can it be used for translation.

Jian Fanchen ate another spoonful of ice cream and shook his head: "It's too urgent. It will be sent to the French branch tonight, and it's technical terminology. General translators can't handle it."

"I can do it. I am familiar with the building materials industry." Jian Zhuo took a few glances, and all this knowledge was within his range.

"You?" Jian Fanchen looked up at him, remembering how he was praised for his good French at the resort on the weekend.

Jian Zhuo was afraid that he would not believe him, so he explained: "Several professors in our major are from France, and the materials and papers are all in French. I have no problem with translation."

"You probably have no problem with interpreting, right?" Jian Fanchen looked at him, "I haven't asked you to clarify, did you pretend not to understand last time at Hugo restaurant?"

Jian Zhuo scratched his head: "I'm sorry Mr. Jian, I didn't mean it. I won't lie to you again next time."

Jian Fanchen smiled and didn't care about the children.

Of course he didn't give all the tasks to Jian Zhuo, they were each half, so it would be faster.

Gougou successfully got a job opportunity, and stayed in the study with Jian Fanchen for one night.

To him, this kind of feeling is like studying late in the study room of a university, learning the major he likes with his head down, and seeing the people he likes when he looks up.

He had longed for such a scene for a long time.

The two worked together to get twice the result with half the effort, and the translation was completed before ten o'clock.

Jian Zhuo felt that time was passing too fast, if both of them's French was a little bit worse, or if they changed to an unfamiliar field, then he could stay with Jian Fanchen for a while longer.

Burning Words: The Trouble of a Top Student.

After Jian Fanchen sent the email, he yawned, and tears filled his eyes.

Seeing this gaze, Jian Zhuo took a deep breath and avoided it.

"Mr. Jian, are you tired? The doctor said to take a good rest, you should take a shower and go to bed." He said while putting away the tablet and keyboard.

Jian Fanchen nodded: "You have worked hard too, you should go back as soon as it is getting late."

Gou Gou didn't want to go back, Gou Gou said confidently, "Mr. Jian, Secretary An specially told you that you can't be left alone these few days, even at home."

Jian Fanchen froze for a moment.Xiaoan did mention this to him.Although he knew the plot and Ying Ming would be able to clean up the inside of the Ying family soon without any future troubles, he also understood that not letting others worry is also a kind of professional ethics.

"It's okay, you can live here, you lived here last time too." Jian Fanchen said, he lived here comfortably, so he didn't feel wronged by the protagonists.

Cheng Lian knocked on the door and came in, holding a fruit plate with cherries and grapes on it.

"Mr. Jian, eat some fruit. I don't know how to peel it, so I just wash some." He put the dish mat on the table, and the fruit plate on the mat.

"Thank you, let's eat together." Jian Fanchen said, "Are you going home?"

He had a hunch that Cheng Lian didn't seem to want to go home too much.

Sure enough, Cheng Lian also had a serious face: "Secretary An told me that you can't be without someone by your side recently."

have to.That is not to go.

"Then you can stay, anyway, the guest room is enough." Jian Fanchen said, "But you have to write songs well here."

Cheng Lian also nodded obediently.

Jian Fanchen feels that Jian Zhuo's cuteness is very reasonable, but Cheng Lian's cuteness is... a bit uncomfortable?

After agreeing with them to stay, Jian Fanchen went back to the bathroom in the master bedroom to take a shower.

Both Cheng Lian and Jian Zhuo are still in the living room.

They all have a tacit understanding that whoever enters the house does not worry about the other person in the living room.

Especially worried.

Even though it was almost twelve o'clock, Cheng Lian yawned and continued to mix with headphones.

Jian Zhuo stretched his waist, changed his posture, quit the game, and went to build a house in the original universe.

Until there was a "click", the door of the master bedroom was locked from inside.

Jian Zhuo then stood up from the sofa and walked towards the guest room.

Cheng Lian glanced at him, and finally went into another guest room with peace of mind.

In the bedroom, Jian Fanchen didn't fall asleep.

He lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, searching his memory for fragments of the original text related to Cheng Lian.

He vaguely remembered Cheng Lian's two bursts of inspiration.

For the first time, it seemed that he was forcing Cheng Lian to drink, and he was also forcing him to cry. In the original text, his character was set as a pervert who especially likes to hear hoarse voices.

In the middle of the night that night, Cheng Lian wrote a song in extreme pain, it was the music of the dark wind.

Because this song was too marginal, the TV station failed to pass the review, so it was not sung on the show.

The second time was when he went to the island on a business trip and brought Cheng Lian with him.Naturally, he didn't let people have a good rest at night, but when he went to a meeting during the day, Cheng Lian went racing on the winding mountain road in order to vent his depression.When I drove to the cliff by the sea, I almost stepped on the accelerator.But the hero cannot die, so he reined in at the last second and wrote the song that became famous overnight on the edge of the cliff.

That should be "Highway to the End of the World".

Jian Fanchen finally sorted out the outline of the original text that was not clear in his mind.

He patted his clever little head, picked up his mobile phone and checked the latest itinerary, and there was indeed a meeting on the island.

Alright, the next step is how to persuade Cheng Lian to go to this meeting with him.

He thought Cheng Lian should be asleep at this time, so he left a message on WeChat.

[Jian Fanchen: Do you have any arrangements for the period before the competition? 】

As soon as he put down the phone, the phone vibrated.

[Cheng Lian: I will find inspiration to write songs, don't worry about Mr. Jian]

Jian Fanchen didn't expect that he was still awake, he is obviously a person who goes to bed early and gets up early.

During that time in the original text, Jian Fanchen didn't let him go to bed early, and he suffered from severe depression.

[Jian Fanchen: Why aren't you sleeping? 】

[Jian Fanchen: Don't you have to sleep well to be inspired? 】

As soon as the message was sent, the other party replied in seconds.

[Cheng Lian: Recently, I have insomnia, and I found that I was quite inspired in the middle of the night. 】

Jian Fanchen considered his tone:

[Have you ever thought of going to a place with a better environment to find inspiration? 】

It took half a minute for Cheng Lian to reply.

[The environment here is very good. 】

Jian Fanchen is persuasive and persuasive——

[I heard that quiet and open places such as islands are actually more suitable for creation. 】

Cheng Lian is typing...

Cheng Lian stopped typing.

Cheng Lian is typing...

Cheng Lian stopped typing.

Jian Fanchen raised his eyebrows, guessing that Cheng Lian must be very conflicted and scared now, because he didn't know if he had ulterior motives.

When the other party repeatedly typed, he had already typed the next sentence.

[Cheng Lian: Does Jane always want to take me to the island?I have time. 】

Jian Fanchen: ...

The savvy is also too high.

He silently deleted the story that a certain king of heaven was a so-and-so golden song created on the island.

[Jian Fanchen: West Island has few tourists recently and is quite quiet. I have a meeting there. 】

Before the next sentence, "Let you rent a villa alone, I won't bother you" was sent, Cheng Lian replied

[Will I have time to go back and pack my luggage tomorrow morning? 】

Jian Fanchen: ...There is no need to be in such a hurry.