President, he can't control the Shura field.

When Jian Zhuo returned to Jian Fanchen's suite, Jian Fanchen opened the door for him with a bottle of red wine in his hand.

"Boss Jian, do you want to drink?" Jian Zhuo looked at the wine bottle, then at Jian Fanchen.

"Drink together?" Jian Fanchen smiled easily, "But I can't find the bottle opener."

"Give it to me." Jian Zhuo took the wine bottle, took out a Swiss Army knife from his pocket, and skillfully inserted the knife into the cork.

"You still have this?" Jian Fanchen asked.

"It's usually used for making models. When the inspiration comes, I prefer to use local materials." Jian Zhuo said while turning the tool, twisting the wine cork out little by little, "Why do you suddenly want to drink?"

Jian Fanchen said, "Happy, let's have a drink to cheer you up."

Jian Fanchen thought, in fact, architectural design also needs inspiration, and they are all artists.

With a "bang", the cork of the red wine bottle was smashed.

Jian Zhuo turned to look at him: "What is so happy?"

"Cheng Lian is finally going to compete." Jian Fanchen said as he took out two goblets from the cupboard, "He is so talented, he finally has a chance to be seen by everyone, and he will no longer be a little transparent in the future."

Jian Zhuo didn't say anything, he hummed, and obediently poured wine for Jian Fanchen.

In fact, he also hoped that Cheng Lian would get busy soon and stop pestering Jian Fanchen every day.

He looked at Jian Fanchen, Jian Fanchen's expression was very normal, but he felt a lot more relaxed.

Jian Fanchen gave him one of the glasses, and clinked glasses with him, and the two stood by the mini bar and drank.

Jian Zhuo shook the red wine glass, smashed the light into the glass, raised his eyes and asked: "Boss Jian, there is a question that I have never dared to ask."

Jian Fanchen took a sip of the wine and said, "Ask."

If you dare to ask, I dare to answer.

"You recruited four assistants at once, the salary is so high, and the work is so easy, in fact, one person can do it well." After Jian Zhuo finished speaking, he looked at him with deep eyes.

Jian Fanchen has long been familiar with the answer to this question, but no one in the company has dared to ask him, and now someone finally gives him a chance to clarify!

"At first I only wanted to recruit one, but your resumes look so good, it's really hard for me to choose." The main reason is that you are all bosses, and if you don't entertain well, I am afraid that you will retaliate against me in the future.

But the answer to Duan Shui was obviously not what Jian Zhuo wanted, and he asked again: "Then if you can only have one, who will you keep?"

Jian Fanchen took another sip of his wine, he hadn't thought about this question, and it sounded like a trap.

He felt that the main male protagonists usually competed with each other secretly. Although he didn't know what they were competing for, but the proud son of heaven, it was nothing more than a competition for who was better.

"You, you are the most capable." Anyway, no one else is here, so let's talk about it first.

See burning:

Jian Fanchen went on to say, "I haven't asked you how you are today? Did you meet the client well?"

Jian Zhuo was immersed in the joy of being praised verbally: "It's not bad, there is a project, maybe I will accept it."

"What project? I thought Xidao thought there was no land for development? Or should it be rebuilt?" Jian Fanchen took another sip, savoring the slightly astringent taste.

Jian Zhuo said: "There is an old church in the middle of the mountain. It was built by foreign missionaries in the past. Now it has to be demolished. The developer has taken the land to build a house."

"Residence?" Jian Fanchen thought for a while, "Why not a hotel?"

"It was proposed by us. It is a bit crowded to build a hotel in that location, but the residence is just right." Jian Zhuo said.

Jian Fanchen was very pleased, he did not expect that Jian Zhuo, a college student who had not yet graduated, already had such a right to speak in the master's studio.

As expected of the hero.

Jian Fanchen instinctively summed up: "The west island is mainly for tourism. The island is currently full of large hotels, and there are no homestays. It is a good opportunity to build a house."

Jian Zhuo looked at him, and suddenly grinned: "The developer said the same thing today."

Jian Fanchen had no doubts: "You forgot, I am also a businessman."

"Originally we didn't plan to take over, the studio is quite strict on commercial projects." Jian Zhuo looked at the goblet, tears of red wine flowed down the transparent glass wall, "But today I went to the field for an inspection, It’s really exciting.”

"Heartbeat?" Jian Fanchen looked at him.Speaking of this, Jianzhuo's eyes were shining, which made him a little curious.

"Are you free to take you to see it tomorrow?" Jian Zhuo tilted his head like a dog hook, pretending to be mysterious, "The premise is that the weather is good."

When it came to the weather, the light in the dog's eyes dimmed a bit, and he thought of the weather forecast of landslides today.

Jian Fanchen's drinking capacity was average tonight, and after drinking a glass, he said, "I'm going to sit for a while, I feel a little dizzy."

"Dizzy?" Seeing that the scorching dog rolled his eyes in surprise, he immediately put down his wine glass, followed Jian Fanchen to the sofa, bent down and reached out to touch his forehead.

Jian Fanchen wanted to dodge, but he didn't dodge, feeling a chill hit his head.

"Mr. Jian, do you have a fever?" Jian Zhuo frowned, his expression visibly serious.

"No... right?" Jian Fanchen said as he raised his hand and touched his forehead.

Jian Zhuo said worriedly: "I can't feel it, you go to the bedroom and lie down, I'll ask the front desk to call a doctor."

After watching Jian Fanchen walk into the bedroom, Jian Zhuo called the front desk and went to the kitchen to boil some hot water.

Jian Fanchen lay on the bed in the bedroom, and after thinking about it, he felt that he caught a cold from the rain when he was on the mountain today.

He didn't feel it just now, but now the alcohol is probably taking effect, and his body started to feel a little hot. He turned around hugging the quilt, feeling drowsy.

A few minutes later, when Jian Zhuo came to the bedroom with a water glass, Jian Fanchen was already curled up on the big bed, with a fluffy bathrobe and a soft quilt, he looked like a well-behaved cat.

The light in the room was soft, Jian Zhuo's eyes sank, and he called him softly.

Jian Fanchen responded vaguely.

Didn't move.

Jian Zhuo put the cup on the bedside table and went to adjust the temperature of the room.

He sighed, blaming himself for letting Jian Fanchen drink just now.He had long noticed that Jian Fanchen looked tired, but he did not expect to be ill.

Jian Fanchen felt as if he fell asleep for a while, and when he woke up, Jian Zhuo was sitting beside him.

As soon as he moved, Jian Zhuo opened his eyes, and immediately bent down to look at him: "Mr. Jian, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

Although the night light was very soft, Jian Fanchen had just woken up and couldn't fully open his eyes.

Jian Zhuo looked at his slightly trembling eyelashes, and reached out to block the light for him.After he got used to the light, Jian Zhuo took his hand away.

"Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you." Jian Fanchen lay flat, covered with a quilt, "I'm much better. Has the doctor been here?"

He vaguely remembered that someone came in and talked to Jian Zhuo.

Jian Zhuo's tone was very light: "Well, the anti-fever patch was applied, but you still need to take some medicine."

He is very disturbed.Jian Fanchen just came out of the hospital not long ago, and now he has a fever again. I don't know if it will be the root cause of the disease.

After Jian Fanchen sat up, Jian Zhuo handed him a glass of water.

"Clear water?" He glanced at the cup, looked up strangely and saw Zhuo, he thought he was going to take medicine.

"You drink some water first, and then take medicine after eating."

Jian Fanchen was still not fully awake, nodded, like an obedient child, took a sip from the cup.

As a result, he drank too much, and the water was a little hot. He couldn't bear it and spit the water back into the cup, coughing several times.

"Hot?" Jian Zhuo looked at him in a hurry, "I'm sorry Mr. Jian, the water that was just boiled was not cold."

"Is your mouth burning? Let me see." Jian Zhuo squatted beside the bed, took the cup, and gave him another napkin.

Jian Fanchen's tongue was numb from the burn, and he still waved his hand to indicate that it's okay.

Jian Zhuo immediately went to the living room and poured a glass of cold water in, and told him, "Keep it in your mouth like gargling, don't drink it in. The doctor said that you should avoid cold when you have a fever."

Jian Fanchen nodded, held his mouth for half a minute, and suddenly wanted to speak, so he swallowed the water.

Jian Zhuo: "..."

Looking at his expression, Jian Fanchen came to his senses and stuck out his tongue embarrassedly: "It's okay, the water is no longer cold."

Jian Zhuo smiled heartbroken, it was the first time Jian Fanchen made faces in front of him.

Jian Fanchen also laughed, feeling much better in an instant.

Jian Zhuo set up a small table for him on the bed, and brought the porridge over.

"Have you eaten?" Jian Fanchen asked.

Jian Zhuo smiled: "I ate while you were sleeping."

"Thank you for your insight." Jian Fanchen picked up the spoon.

Jian Zhuo's eyes paused for a moment, and he coughed dryly: "Mr. Jian, wait."

"What's wrong?" Jian Fanchen asked.

Jian Zhuo reached out his hand and touched the bowl: "Well, it's not hot anymore, you can eat."

Jian Fanchen remembered the boiling water just now, and smiled again: "Xiao Jianzhuo is really careful."

When Jian Fanchen had a fever when he was a child, his mother liked to call him little boy, little fanchen, little coquettish, and always put small characters.Later, when he grew up, he liked to call others small when he had a fever.

But seeing that the smile in Burning Eyes faded a bit, he twirled his fingers vigorously in his pockets.

He's not that young either.

After Jian Fanchen finished his porridge and medicine, he felt sleepy again.

While packing up the bottles and jars, Jian Zhuo said, "I won't leave tonight, I'm just in the living room, Mr. Jian, call me if you have anything to do."

Jian Fanchen felt very ashamed, as if he would bother him every time.

"Don't sleep in the living room, it's not that there is no room, this is a suite." Jian Fanchen said.

Jian Zhuo looked back at him, and said softly, "Okay, go to sleep."

Jian Fanchen yawned: "Good night."

In the kitchen of the living room, Jian Zhuo gently put the tableware into the sink, fearing that the noise would make Jian Fanchen rest.

When he picked up the cup of hot water that Jian Fanchen had just drunk, the water had already cooled down.

He rubbed between his brows, his bright puppy eyes were foggy.

He looked at the water in the glass, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

When the doorbell rang, Jian Zhuo was still carving with a red wine cork in the living room.

He stood up vigilantly from the sofa, glanced at his watch, it was ten o'clock.

When he saw Cheng Lian through the cat's eyes, his gaze sank.

When the door opened, Cheng Lian also had a sullen face and asked, "Why are you still here?"

Jian Zhuo's eyes are colder than his now: "I should ask you, what are you doing so late?"

Cheng Lian asked, "Where's Mr. Jian?"

Jian Zhuo put one hand on the door frame, without any intention of giving way: "President Jane is asleep, and I can't see you, you can go back."

Cheng Lian showed suspicious eyes, and blocked the doorknob before he closed it: "Why did he turn off the phone?"

Jian Zhuo looked at him, and his tone became colder: "Boss Jane has a fever, and fell asleep after taking medicine. The doctor said that he needs to be quiet now, do I understand?"

Cheng Lian frowned: "Why did you suddenly have a fever?"

Jian Zhuo looked at him, but didn't speak.

Cheng Lian remembered that Jian Fanchen was caught in the rain this afternoon, and instantly regretted it.

"Is the fever bad? How is it?" he asked.

"The fever is gone." Jian Zhuo said blankly, "Is there anything else?"

Cheng Lian calmed down his emotions, took a deep breath, and changed his tone: "I'm going back to the company early tomorrow morning, please take care of him."

Jian Fanchen had a dream at night, dreaming that he had a puppy, but one day the puppy was lost and he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked, so he asked the gods.

The fairy said: "I picked up four dogs, but did you lose this little milk dog? This little wolf dog? This little hunting dog? Or this little dirt dog?"

Jian Fanchen in the dream was very excited: "Mine is a little dog! Thank you god!"

The god nodded lovingly: "You are an honest and good boy. I will give you all four dogs. They can help you work when they grow up."

The dogs are very cute. Although he is a poor man, he does his best to raise them and sleeps with them every day.A year later, the dogs had all grown up and turned into four beautiful boys, who really did all the work for his family.Some farmed, some hunted, some cooked and some weaved.The only problem was that they still wanted to sleep with him at night... He felt it was inappropriate, so he asked the gods to send them back.

It was a loss-making business. The poor Jian Fanchen had nothing, and sat at the door of his house crying sadly.

Jian Fanchen didn't remember this tragic dream at all after waking up.He yawned, got out of bed and washed, opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.Seeing Jian Zhuo serving food on the table, he remembered that Jian Zhuo stayed here to take care of him last night.

"Boss Jian, are you awake? How did you sleep?" The sunlight outside the glass door of the balcony shone in, and Jian Zhuo was full of vigor.

"I'm fine, thank you yesterday." Jian Fanchen walked towards the Sunshine Boy, "How did you sleep?"

"Super good." Jian Zhuo smiled, exuding the refreshing green grass smell in the morning.

Young people have a high energy density, and this positive energy can easily infect those around them.Jian Fanchen felt that he also had a good morning.

After breakfast, he remembered the old church that Jian Zhuo said yesterday that he would build a residence, and said, "When shall we go to the church?"

Knowing what Jian Fanchen was referring to, Jian Zhuo was still slightly taken aback and smiled embarrassedly.

He thought about it for a moment.

A few seconds later, he said: "I can go in the morning, I will drive. But Mr. Jian, you can't get out of the car. It's too cold on the mountain. Let's take a look in the car, okay?"

Jian Fanchen readily agreed.Anyway, the meeting is over, today is free time, and he is also idle.

Before going out, Jian Zhuo insisted on taking his temperature and asking him to put on the thickest coat, otherwise he would not be taken there.He also specially brought him an insulated water bottle.

Jian Fanchen murmured dissatisfiedly, how could such a young and handsome boy, and the male lead, be so blah.

On the way, he sat in the passenger seat, turned on his cell phone, and saw Cheng Lian's message to him.

"How did Cheng Lian know that I had a fever?" He asked strangely.

"He came to say goodbye to you last night, and he has to leave early today, but you are asleep." Jian Zhuo said while holding the steering wheel.

"Oh? He has been here?" Jian Fanchen bowed his head and replied to the message.

Jian Zhuo drove very steadily, he didn't feel dizzy at all while staring at the screen.

About half a minute later, he was still looking down at his phone.

"Boss Jane." The boy's voice was actually very mature.

"Huh?" Jian Fanchen raised his head and saw that he put one hand into his pocket, took out something to hold in his hand, and stretched it out in front of him before opening his hand.

In the palm of his hand is a chess game.

"For you." Jian Zhuo said.

"Give it to me? A chess piece?" Jian Fanchen took it curiously and looked at it carefully.

is a king.

Unlike ordinary chess pieces, the material is not the same, and the shape is not the same.

There is a star in the center of the crown, in short, it is exquisite, like a work of art.

"This is..." He pinched it suddenly, and sniffed it close to his nose. It smelled like red wine.

"Wine cork? You made it with yesterday's wine cork?" Jian Fanchen looked at him in surprise.

"Yeah." Jian Zhuo still stared at the front and smiled, "I had nothing to do last night, so I did it casually."

"It's amazing." Jian Fanchen glanced at the wine-stuffed chess piece in his hand, and sighed again.

A small handicraft, but it is so exquisite and special.Jian Fanchen couldn't put it down.

Jian Zhuo glanced at him slightly sideways, and frowned: "Mr. Jian, do you like it? I'll make a whole set for you next time."

Jian Fanchen said: "A whole set? That would be a lot of trouble, no need, one is enough."

The male lead's time is so precious, and one design in the future will cost hundreds of millions, how can he delay his fortune.

Jian Zhuo smiled again: "No trouble, I can make another one tonight, what do you want first? Now that you have a king, you can be a queen."

Jian Fanchen thought for a while: "That's fine, otherwise a king would be too lonely. Just be the queen, and don't need anything else."

"Well, well, you have the final say." Jian Zhuo said happily.

The sun was rising gradually, the car turned a corner, and the sun was coming.Jian Zhuo opened the sun visor for Jian Fanchen.

Jian Fanchen raised the chess piece and faced the sun, as if the king was shining brightly behind him.

He said: "You know how to play chess, right? In fact, the queen is the king, the strongest in the overall situation."

"Well," Jian Zhuo nodded, "but as long as all chess pieces work hard enough, they can be upgraded to queens at the end, but there is only one king."

Radiant, irreplaceable, his king.