President, he can't control the Shura field.

When Jian Zhuo got up to make breakfast at six in the morning, he saw Cheng Lian who was about to go out.

"I'll trouble you to make breakfast for Boss Jane in the morning." Cheng Lian looked good, although he was still playing the guitar next door late last night.

Jian Zhuo raised his eyebrows, he was the one who did it in the first place, why should someone else say it?

"You don't want to eat?" Jian Zhuo asked.

"Don't eat, there's something wrong."

Cheng Lian's expression was as calm as ever, but a strange emotion could be vaguely heard in his tone.

The high mood is the same as the piano sound last night.

Jian Zhuo took the milk out of the refrigerator and glanced at Cheng Lian.

He remembered that Cheng Lian didn't say that he had something to do today, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry when he went out.Since it was not urgent and it was still so early, he would not leave without waiting for Jian Fanchen to wake up and say hello.And it seems to be in a pretty good mood.Although the surface is calm and breezy, it can't hide a trace of excitement.

When the door of the master bedroom opened, Jian Zhuo had already served breakfast on the table: "Morning, Mr. Jian, breakfast is ready."

Jian Fanchen walked quickly to the kitchen, looked at Jian Zhuo's hand with a little worry: "Why didn't you wait for me to get up? Did your hand touch the water?"

Jian Zhuo looked down at the soaked bandage, put his hands behind his back: "I didn't touch it."

Jian Fanchen: Do you think I'm blind?

He went to the locker and took out the first aid kit: "Come here, I'll change your medicine."

Gougou stretched out his paw obediently, allowing Jian Fanchen to examine his wound.

The wound was exposed to water, and it was a little red. The milky white skin was cut so deep, I don't know if it will leave a scar in the future.

Jian Fanchen frowned, sighed and began to treat the wound.

He lowered his eyes, staring intently at his thick long eyelashes.

If there was a third person in this room, he would be able to spot the predatory nature in the eyes of this good dog.

But he hides well from his master.It would be great if the person in front of him who healed him again would be his master, and he could obediently hand over the rope that tied him to the master, and protect the master openly.

"Does it hurt?" Jian Fanchen disinfected him with alcohol, and the moment the cotton touched the wound, there was a hissing sound above his head.

"It doesn't hurt." Facing Jian Fanchen's clear eyes, Jian Zhuo said with a smile.

Jian Fanchen knew that his mouth was stubborn, and the pain was definitely painful, but the disinfection still needed to be eliminated, so he lowered his head and blew on him twice.

The cool wind spread from between Jian Fanchen's lips and teeth to around the wound, strumming across the skin like lightning.

Jian Zhuo felt numb all over his body.Why does Jian Fanchen always do such things that make it difficult for him to calm down.

"Is it better?" Jian Fanchen raised his head again and asked him.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, thank you Mr. Jian." Jian Zhuo wanted to withdraw his hand, but Jian Fanchen grabbed his arm and dragged him back.

The arms are hot, and the young blood is flowing faster.

"Don't move around, the medicine hasn't been taken yet." Jian Fanchen turned his head to take the medicine from the medicine box.

Jian Zhuo gasped, a little embarrassed.

He reached out and grabbed a pillow on the sofa and put it on his lap.

Jian Fanchen thought he was afraid of pain, so he smiled: "Relax, I've been on alcohol, and the medicine doesn't hurt."

I didn't expect such a big boy to look like a child.

"Yeah." Jian Zhuo didn't dare to say too much, for fear that Jian Fanchen would blow his wounds again.

Terrible.

Jian Fanchen was a first aid volunteer when he was studying abroad, and he is no stranger to such things as changing and bandaging wounds, and he took care of them quickly.

"Okay, remember not to touch the water again. It is the good character of every citizen to follow the doctor's advice." Jian Fanchen stood up while speaking, "Let's have breakfast."

Jian Zhuo sniffed, but didn't get up.

"What's wrong?" Jian Fanchen looked back at him.

"Boss Jian," Jian Zhuo hugged the pillow, "My feet are numb, please sit down for a while."

"Numb feet?" Jian Fanchen looked at him, he was young and hadn't sat for long, so why did his feet feel numb.

Jian Zhuo met his gaze, and clenched the pillow in his hand even tighter.For the first time, he didn't dare to look at Jian Fanchen, as if Jian Fanchen had clairvoyant eyes and would find out his evil thoughts through the pillow.

Without knowing it, Jian Fanchen did not doubt him, but brought the food from the dining table to the coffee table: "Eating on the sofa is quite enjoyable once in a while."

Jianzhuo wanted to help, but it was really difficult to stand up, because it would be obvious.

The sofa is a three-seater, and Jian Fanchen sat down next to him. Although he was not close to him, the smell of shower gel on his body surrounded him, making him very restless.He pursed his lips, raised his hand and rubbed his nose.

Jian Fanchen was afraid that too much burning would be bad for the wound, so he cut up the bacon and ham, and pushed the dinner plate in front of him.

Jian Zhuo was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Jian Fanchen to cut the food for him.

"Let's eat," Jian Fanchen said with a smile, and picked up the remote control to turn on the TV. "When I was young, my parents wouldn't let me watch TV while eating, so my dream at that time was to buy a house by myself when I grew up. Install a [-]-inch TV wall, and watch while eating every day. But I didn’t expect that sometimes I don’t even have time to eat after work, let alone watch TV.”

Financial news was broadcast on TV, and Jian Fanchen watched it while eating, feeling very comfortable.

Jian Zhuo's attention was completely off the TV.He was reluctant to eat the bacon that Jian Fanchen cut for him.

Jian Fanchen finished eating what was on the plate, and turned around to see that the food on his plate hadn't moved: "Does it still hurt?"

Jian Zhuo reacted: "No, no,"

"I told you not to touch the water." Jian Fanchen took the plate in front of him, forked a piece of bacon and brought it to his mouth, "Open your mouth."

Jian Zhuo's face flushed red, stiff as a wooden man.

Jian Fanchen immediately realized that this move seemed inappropriate, it was too domineering for the president.

This kind of imperative approach will scare the little hero.

He immediately paused and wanted to put down his fork.

But Jian Zhuo's eyes suddenly changed, he lowered his head and bit the bacon, together with the silver fork in Jian Fanchen's hand.

He bites tightly, like a dog hooking food.But it wasn't the meat on the fork that he most wanted to eat.

This sudden movement made Jian Fanchen stunned, the fork was bitten to death, and he couldn't even pull it out.

He looked at Shang Jianzhuo's eyes at this moment, the usually bright puppy eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist at this moment, bottomless.

It's because he didn't think carefully, the operation of feeding is too intimate, especially the feeding of Gong and Shou, it's too greasy.

He began to doubt himself, did he really have the scumbag gene?

But he found that he seemed to be more relaxed only in front of Jian Zhuo, and naturally he didn't pay much attention to his behavior.

It may be that Jian Zhuo is really too sweet, making him feel like his own child.

After seeing Jian Fanchen's suspicious eyes, Jian Zhuo immediately let go, straightened up, and took the fork over at the same time.

"Thank you, Boss Jian, I'll do it myself." He hurriedly avoided his sight, forked the food on the plate and put it into his mouth.

Jian Fanchen actually took the initiative to feed him, he was surprised and happy, and a little scared.

I was so afraid that I almost couldn't hold back and revealed my thoughts.I was also afraid that Jian Fanchen would treat everyone else the same way.

Jian Fanchen is as kind as an angel, a star falling in the mortal world.

But there are always too many villains in this world coveting his angels.

These troublemakers included Cheng Lian.That Cheng Lian who hurried out this morning with some wishful thinking in mind.

Jian Zhuo remembered this, and turned his head to look at Jian Fanchen, Jian Fanchen was staring at the TV screen, putting the grapes in his mouth.

"Mr. Jian, do you know where Cheng Lian went this morning?" he asked.

Jian Fanchen replied without hesitation: "Go back and pack your luggage."

Jian Zhuo put down the tableware, and had a bad feeling: "What is he packing his luggage for?"

"I'll go to a meeting in two days." Jian Fanchen threw another grape into his mouth, "He's going too."

"Where are you going?" Jian Zhuo seemed to ask naturally.

"West Island." Jian Fanchen said, "He has no inspiration for writing songs. The environment over there is good, and he happened to go to collect songs."

"Well," Jian Zhuo took a sip of coffee, "Is his match near?"

Jian Fanchen nodded: "It's coming soon, but he still has one song short, so hurry up."

Jian Zhuo turned to look at him: "Boss Jian, that place is remote, let Secretary An give you more bodyguards."

Jian Fanchen looked at him and smiled: "It's not that exaggerated, the hotel's security system is very good."

The TV was on all the time, and Jian Zhuo didn't talk much for this breakfast, so he stood up after eating to clear away the tableware.

Jian Fanchen also stood up: "Don't touch the water, the wound will become infected after a while."

Jian Zhuo nodded obediently, yes, no matter how bad the wound was, Jian Fanchen might not let him go to West Island.

"I'll put it in the sink." Jian Zhuo stacked up the plates, "Cheng Lian just said to let him come back to wash."

"Cheng Lian?" Jian Fanchen watched him go to the kitchen, "No need, I'll come, just wash a few dishes."

"Mr. Jian, is your morning meeting about to start?" Jian Zhuo asked.

Jian Fanchen glanced at the clock, it was indeed time for the meeting.Because of what happened two days ago, the board of directors unanimously agreed that safety is the first priority, and asked him not to go to the company these days, and just rest and work at home.

Jian Fanchen went to the study room for a meeting, and Jian Zhuo took out his tablet on the sofa to surf the Internet, searched the conferences in West Island, and tried to find some information that matched his major, but it was a conference in the luxury industry, and he It doesn't matter at all.

He had to think again.

Near noon, when Cheng Lian came back, Jian Fanchen was still having a video conference in the study.

Jian Zhuo came out of the room, glanced at his big suitcase at the door, expressionless.

It's not like a two-day trip, it's like a two-month stay.

Back in the room, Jian Zhuo cut off his work WeChat ID, and sent a message to his assistant 【Send me a copy of all the building materials of West Island】

Ten seconds later, there was a message back [No problem, boss. 】

[By the way, boss, are you really not accepting those new projects recently?Party A has come to look for it several times. 】

Jian Zhuo lay down on the bed, and replied [No answer, it's too commercial. 】

Five minutes later, the assistant sent another message: [Boss, West Island is also full of commercial projects, do you want more? 】

Jian Zhuo: [Of course, the more detailed the better. 】

Assistant: [One of the projects was rejected by you. 】

Jian Zhuo: [Send it to me within 5 minutes. 】

Five minutes later, the assistant sent over the information: [Boss, there will be an association salon in two days, and the tickets have arrived. 】

Jian Zhuo frowned: 【I have something to do.You send a representative. 】

He saved the file, switched back to his private account, hugged the white rabbit doll, and began to read ten lines at a glance.

He brought the white rabbit from Jian Fanchen's room to play.After coming over, he held the paw of the white rabbit and solemnly declared his sovereignty: "I am your father, don't mistake him."

Especially the counterfeit who hugged you at noon yesterday, he is fake.

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