President, he can't control the Shura field.

Cheng Lian showed suspicion, and asked, "How did you get the invitation letter?"

After all, it is an annual meeting of a top luxury business circle, and the West Island is a high-end tourist spot, so this time it was booked again, so it was hard to find an invitation letter.

Jian Fanchen also looked at Jian Zhuo in puzzlement: "Do you have an invitation letter?"

Jian Zhuo pursed his lips, took out his phone, clicked on the email, and showed it to Jian Fanchen.

"I also just received the notice today. I followed my mentor to a project in West Island. This time, their new hotel just opened. I will go to represent the mentor's studio." He explained seriously.

Jian Fanchen looked at the name and unit on the invitation letter and was very satisfied. He felt that Jianzhuo really put his mind on his career.

If things go on like this, becoming famous and flying high is just around the corner.

He took out his mobile phone and clicked on the flight information that Xiaoan just sent: "We are on this flight."

Cheng Lian also received the ticket, looked at the phone and said, "The ticket for this trip is already sold out."

"Sold short?" Jian Zhuo looked at him.

"Yeah." Cheng Lian's eyes were very light, "You don't happen to have bought the same flight again, do you?"

Jian Zhuo smiled harmlessly, and looked at Jian Fanchen: "Then I will book on the same day."

Cheng Lian put down the phone with a cold expression on his face.

After Jian Fanchen finished the meeting in the afternoon, he felt back pain and wanted to go swimming to relax.

There was no one in the living room, but when the door of his study was opened, Cheng Lian and Jian Zhuo also came out from the two guest bedrooms one after the other.

"Are you two going to swim?" he asked.

Jian Zhuo and Cheng Lian paused for a moment, and glanced at each other at the same time.

"You go, Mr. Jian, I have something to do with Cheng Lian." Jian Zhuo said.

Cheng Lian also nodded.

Suddenly there was a tacit understanding between the two of them, and they both felt that the other was a wolf, so no one could even try to swim with Jian Fanchen.

Jian Fanchen asked, "What's the matter?"

He always felt that these two children were not easy to deal with, and he was afraid that something would happen to them.

Cheng Lian said without changing his face, "We want to play tennis."

Jian Zhuo glanced at him, nodded, not afraid.

"Okay," Jian Fanchen was relieved, "I have a racket over there, you can play as you please. Don't cook for a while, order takeaway."

After Jian Fanchen went downstairs in a bathrobe, Cheng Lian asked Jianzhuo, "If you don't want to fight, I'll go to the gym."

Jian Zhuo picked up the racket: "Hit. Of course."

He didn't lie to Jian Fanchen.

Even if he agreed casually, he will definitely do it, even if this matter has nothing to do with Jian Fanchen.

Milk Gougou has a strange persistence in this regard.

In fact, Cheng Lian just didn't think about whether Jian Zhuo could play tennis, but now seeing his confident appearance, his desire to win was aroused instead.

The place where Jian Fanchen lives is a top-notch wealthy community, with not many residents but complete facilities.

There was no one on the tennis court at this time, and they booked the whole court.

Cheng Lian has always had the habit of exercising and plays tennis very well.At the beginning, he still had some reservations, but after slowly observing his opponent and finding that Jianzhuo's level was comparable to his, he gradually became fierce, pressing very tightly every round.

The two fought for two hours, but the score was still very close.

Cheng Lian's last ball hit the boundary line, but Jian Zhuo missed it.

"Within the boundary." Cheng Lian squinted his eyes and panted and said with certainty, "You lost."

Jian Zhuo nodded, grabbed his clothes and wiped the sweat off his face, went to the sidelines, picked up the sports drink and took a long sip.

He didn't stop for two hours, Cheng Lian was also very tired, and drank the whole bottle of water in one go.

But as long as he can win, he is not afraid of how tired he is.

The two sat on the sidelines, and the setting sun elongated their young figures across the entire court.

They all had their backs to the setting sun, and neither looked at each other.

Nothing fancy.

"You are good at the game, and you are a good opponent." Cheng Lian said.

"Not as good as you." Jian Zhuo took another sip of his drink, then squeezed the bottle until it creaked.

This was the first time they got together alone, the first time they played heads-up.

When it comes to playing, it's good to meet evenly matched opponents.

But it's different when it comes to love.

After resting for 10 minutes, Jian Zhuo felt that it was time to eat, so he got up and walked back: "I'm going back."

Cheng Lian picked up the racket and stood up too.

The two of them had nothing to talk about after playing, only when Jian Fanchen was present, they would actively chat.

Jian Zhuo found that Cheng Lian had changed a lot. Compared with when they first met, he was much more down-to-earth, but only in front of Jian Fanchen.

After observing these days, Cheng Lian felt that Jian Zhuo was two people before and after.

On the elevator, he turned his head to look at Jian Zhuo, and suddenly asked, "You've known Mr. Jian for a long time, haven't you?"

Jian Zhuo was silent for a few seconds, and the numbers on the elevator were changing rapidly.

He also took a look at Cheng Lian before replying, "It was earlier than you."

The elevator reached the top floor, and the door opened with a "ding".

Cheng Lian stepped out of the elevator: "Time is not an advantage."

Jian Zhuo raised the corner of his mouth, looked at his back, but didn't answer.

On the day of going to West Island, Jian Zhuo's plane was earlier, and they left the house before Jian Fanchen and the others.

When Jian Fanchen got up, he saw that breakfast was already on the table.

Seeing Zhuo's flight at seven o'clock in the morning, he still had time to make breakfast before leaving.

How early is this?

When he was picking up a piece of toast and spreading jam, Cheng Lian just came out of the room fully dressed and pulling the suitcase.

"Mr. Jian, morning, eat something quickly, and I'll take out your luggage for you."

Jian Fanchen looked back at him, Cheng Lian was wearing a black turtleneck sweater today, with thin silver-rimmed eyes, his whole body was as delicate as if he walked out of a painting.

He couldn't let a delicate servant help him carry his luggage, he said: "I can do it myself, you sit down and eat something."

But while speaking, Cheng Lian had already walked to the master bedroom and took out his luggage.

His suitcase was heavy, weighing more than 20 kilograms, but Cheng Lian lifted it easily.

It was also handled lightly, without any effort at all.

Jian Fanchen felt that although Cheng Lian looked slender, he maintained aerobic fitness habits all the year round for his singing career. In fact, his strength was much stronger than him.

He wants to reflect.

Probably Xiaoan told him that Cheng Lian was busy like a real assistant. From going out in the morning to checking in the luggage at the airport, he arranged Jian Fanchen clearly.

Jian Fanchen used to take Xiao An with him, but this time he was worried that he was not used to it, but he didn't expect Cheng Lian to do more than that.

He must be a good boss in the future and won't embarrass his assistant. Jian Fanchen sat in the VIP lounge and watched Cheng Lian get him a drink.

Cheng Lian brought him coffee and handed him a U-shaped pillow.

Jian Fanchen took it over and saw that it was a black shark pillow, which looked familiar.

He looked at Cheng Lian, and Cheng Lian said, "I bought it at the last music festival."

"Thank you." Although Jian Fanchen often travels on business, he never remembers to bring these necessary things for travel when he goes out, "Don't worry about me, there will be reception staff to arrange for you when you get there, write songs carefully, and tell them what you need. "

He was afraid that he would have a schedule as soon as he landed, and he would not be able to care about Cheng Lian at that time.

Cheng Lian nodded and smiled faintly: "Don't worry, Mr. Jian, I've already begun to have inspiration."

Because he got up early, Jian Fanchen put on an eye mask and a U-shaped pillow as soon as he boarded the plane, and fell asleep under a blanket.

I don't know how long it took, when he was woken up by Cheng Lian from his sleep, he realized that he had already landed, and only he and Cheng Lian were left in the first class cabin.

"How come?" Jian Fanchen took off the blindfold and sat up, "Why did I sleep so deeply?"

He has the habit of sleeping on a plane, but every time he hears the plane announcement, he wakes up, but why is it so quiet this time?

Cheng Lian squatted in front of his seat, looking at him with soft eyes.

Jian Fanchen felt that something was wrong, but he was sleepy and hadn't reacted yet.

Cheng Lian pointed to his ear.

Jian Fanchen just looked at his ears, but didn't see any tricks.

Cheng Lian just laughed, raised his hand, reached to his ear, and took off two earplugs.

As soon as the ear pressure changed, Jian Fanchen's world immediately became noisy.

He froze for a moment, rubbed his ears again, and asked, "When did I wear earplugs?"

Cheng Lian said: "It was too noisy for a while, I asked the flight attendant for it."

"You put it on for me?" Jian Fanchen was a little embarrassed, he had never slept so well on a plane, "Thank you."

Slippers were prepared in the first-class cabin when sleeping. Jian Fanchen took off the shark pillow around his neck and looked down for his shoes, only to find that Cheng Lian had already prepared them for him.

"I'll wear it myself." He was startled when he saw Cheng Lian bent down, as if he was about to put on his shoes.

Cheng Lian looked up at him, nodded lightly, and got up to get his hand luggage.

Xiao Gang, the receptionist sent by the meeting party, was waiting for them at the pick-up area holding a Jane's sign.

I saw two handsome guys with long legs coming out, one in front of the other, the one behind was still pushing a luggage cart.

Xiao Gang's eyes lit up, wanting to see which celebrity is here.

After all, the big bosses of the company that he watched the receptionist next to him pick up in the morning were very greasy. Fifteen minutes ago, a 15-year-old bald president was just picked up, accompanied by two beautiful secretaries.At that time, he silently looked down at the welcome tag in his hand, feeling complicated.

He stared at Jian Fanchen and Cheng Lian curiously, and found that they looked around and walked towards him.

Xiao Gang's hands froze.

Depend on.No way.

"Hi, I'm Jian Fanchen from Jian's Group, I'm sorry to have waited so long." Jian Fanchen raised his hand politely with his eyebrows curved.

Xiao Gang pretended to be calm, and shook hands with Jian Fanchen professionally to say hello: "Hello Mr. Jian, I'm Xiao Gang. Welcome to our romantic West Island."

No way, no way, this man who looks like a star is the CEO of Jane's!

Xiao Gang couldn't stop laughing, and looked at the taller and cooler handsome guy behind him.

The VIP information says Jane's president and assistants.

Is Jane's a modeling agency?

Jian Fanchen introduced: "This is my assistant Cheng Lian."

Cheng Lian nodded politely, but didn't reach out.Xiao Gang thinks this handsome guy is cool, cold and cool, so don't be too impressed.

Although this is an assistant, he feels that this temperament is more like a boss.

And the real overlord...

Xiao Gang took a look at Jian Fanchen who was so clean.

Overlord's little wife?

Bah, what is he thinking?Hold on!He wants to be professional.

It was drizzling on the West Island, and the reception SUV was waiting outside the arrival hall, and the door opened as soon as they passed.

Xiao Gang, who had just lost his mind, held an umbrella and showed a professional smile: "Mr. Jian, please get in the car and slip carefully."

He professionally blocked the roof of the car door with his hand, but felt that the ground was too wet, so he subconsciously reached out to help Jian Fanchen.

Cheng Lian leaned over from behind, stretched out a gentleman's hand to block Xiao Gang's front, and protected Jian Fanchen.

After Jian Fanchen sat down, he turned around and pushed the luggage to the back of the car.

Xiao Gang suddenly felt that the way Cheng Lian looked at him just now was a bit strange, but out of his professionalism in reception, he hurried to the back of the car to help pack the suitcase.

But Cheng Lian didn't need him, so he carried a suitcase in one hand and got into the car without any effort.

Cheng Lian clapped his hands, the trunk of the car was slowly closed, and his sharp face was reflected on the rear cover glass.

In the rain and fog, his eyes became colder.

He doesn't like people touching his things.

He also doesn't like people touching him.