President, he can't control the Shura field.

After dinner, Jian Zhuo cleaned up the kitchen, then sat on the sofa with a pillow in his arms.

Jian Fanchen turned off the phone, and used Jian Zhuo's mobile phone to call Xiao An.

"What did Secretary An say?" After hanging up the phone, Jian Zhuo asked while handing him the washed fruit plate, "Will it have a big impact?"

Jian Fanchen took it over: "Fortunately, the company hasn't made any big moves recently, and the impact is not big."

After all, he just appeared on the show as a passerby, and after clarifying his relationship with Cheng Lian, it didn't have much impact on the business.

"How is the situation in your studio?" Jian Fanchen asked again, "Do you need help?"

Jian Zhuo shook his head and said, "The public relations draft has been released, so the impact should be minimized. I have also said hello to the school, and I will not go back before graduation."

"Alright, you still have to attend the summit, so you can prepare with peace of mind." Jian Fanchen picked up a grape and stuffed it into his mouth, then leaned over and put the plate back on the coffee table.

The loveseat is not big, Jian Fanchen moved a little, and their long legs touched together.

Jian Zhuo retracted his legs, raised his hand and rubbed his nose.

Jian Fanchen ate another cherry, looked at the time on his phone, and asked, "What time do you plan to go to bed?"

Jian Zhuo said: "Brother, if you're sleepy, take a shower and go to bed first, don't worry about me... I'm a wild cat."

"I'm also used to going to bed late," Jian Fanchen asked, "Then can I take a shower first?"

"I've put the new nightgown and bath towel in the bathroom." Jian Zhuo said, but moved his eyes away, not daring to look at him.

After the bathroom door was closed, the sound of water from the shower came out.

Jian Zhuo drank another glass of ice water, pressed the remote control and played the music.

It's different from the time at Jian Fanchen's house and the hotel.Jian Fanchen lived on the flat floor, the master bedroom and the guest bedroom were far apart, and it was his first visit to the house that time, so he was very nervous and reserved.Not to mention when in the hotel, Jian Fanchen was sick, and he devoted himself to taking care of the sick.

The layout of LOFT is very private, but it makes people feel a lot more intimate.Here are all his things, Jian Fanchen uses his shower gel, sleeps on his bed, and wears his clothes.

Finally, there was Jian Fanchen's breath in his house.

Except for himself, no one had showered here before, and only then did he realize that the soundproofing of his bathroom door was not very good, and he could hear the sound of water inside when the music was on.

In order to keep himself from thinking about it, he got up and went to the balcony.The night wind was cold, but he was still warm.

After Jian Fanchen finished washing, he couldn't find the hair dryer, and he didn't see Jian Zhuo in the living room, so he saw the light on the balcony.

He knocked on the glass door.

Jian Zhuo was playing with his mobile phone, when he heard the voice, he turned around and smiled, and opened the door.

The upset came in, and Jian Fanchen shivered immediately.

"Don't come out brother, it's cold outside."

As Jian Zhuo said, he walked in sideways, the glass sliding door was only half opened, the place was very narrow, when Jian Fanchen turned sideways to let him in, their bodies touched each other.

Jian Fanchen was wrapped in a dark bathrobe, the size was a little too big, exposing the smooth skin of the neck.

Jian Zhuo is tall, looking down at Jian Fanchen who exudes the fragrance of shower gel, his Adam's apple moves up and down.

But Jian Fanchen only felt that the wind outside was really strong, so he quickly closed the glass door, ignorant of the coveting above his head.

At this moment, he only needs to look up to find the strangeness in those black eyes.The gaze that stared at him was gone from the usual begging softness, only naked enthusiasm remained.

"Cough..." Jian Zhuo took a step back.

"I didn't find the hair dryer." Jian Fanchen said after closing the door.

Jian Zhuo immediately turned around and went to the bathroom: "I'll get it for you."

After he came out of the bathroom after drying his hair, Jianzhuo walked in with a towel.

"Didn't you take a shower?" He remembered that Jian Zhuo had already taken a shower just after he said that.

Jian Zhuo scratched the back of his head and said, "The smell of cooking oil is a bit heavy."

While Jian Zhuo was taking a shower, Jian Fanchen sat in the living room and played with his mobile phone. Although he was a little sleepy, he couldn't go to bed until the master came out.

He received too many calls in the afternoon, and then turned off the phone.Now as soon as he turned it on, he saw a push on Weibo.

Jian Zhuo and Cheng Lian are still on the hot search, but the trend has changed from their same frame to their respective professional fields, and the public relations have worked.

As for him, he was no longer on the trending searches, and he didn't care if some comments mentioned it occasionally.

He is a very Buddhist person, if he can contribute to the careers of the male protagonists, he doesn't care if he gets hacked.

He just begged these big shots to make a fortune quickly and leave him, otherwise he would have to worry all day long, not knowing which one he would offend.

In fact, thinking about it seriously, today he has self-defeating and accelerated the career line of Jian Zhuo and Cheng Lian.

Jian Zhuo's public loss made him gain a real sense of nationality, and Cheng Lian gained a large number of fans, completely becoming a traffic ceiling.

After reading Weibo, he started to read WeChat. There were many people looking for him in the afternoon, and now the little red dots have turned into ellipses.

There are about hundreds of private messages looking for him, and he has a headache and doesn't want to read them.The company has already issued a statement, and he didn't need to explain anymore, so he sent a circle of friends thanking you for your concern.He was about to turn off the phone after sending, but before he had time to log out of WeChat, a voice invitation came in.

It should be drunk.

Jian Fanchen bit the bullet and answered.

"Boss Jian, are you okay?" Ying Ming's voice was heavy.

Jian Fanchen tried to look relaxed: "I'm fine, it's just hype from the program group. How are you busy with the group's affairs?"

Ying Ming seemed to take a breath: "I'm on a business trip, and I just found out about it after a meeting...do I need to do anything?"

"Xiao'an has taken care of everything here, don't worry about me. By the way, I heard that your project is in a critical period recently, you must be steady." Jian Fanchen picked up a piece of orange from the fruit plate and threw it into his mouth.

The other end paused and agreed.

Ying Ming is not a talkative person, the call ended in less than a minute, and Jian Fanchen was about to turn on airplane mode.

This time he moved slowly again, and Jiang Tang called in.

Jian Fanchen took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and clicked the green button again.

Jiang Tang sounded anxious: "President Jian, are you at home?"

"I'm not here, I'm fine, don't worry." He was tired of explaining, and he fell down on the sofa with the speakerphone on, like a salted fish.

Jiang Tang asked again: "Then... where are you? Can I see you?"

Jian Fanchen lazily refused: "I'm outside, I'm too tired today, let's try another day."

Jiang Tang said again: "You didn't go home, did you? I heard that Cheng Lian went there this afternoon, and many fans and paparazzi were guarding there. Don't go back there first."

"Well, I didn't go home."

"Hmm..." Jiang Tang didn't intend to hang up the phone, "Then, did you know that Jian Zhuo is God J?"

"No, I should have known about it at the same time as you." As soon as he finished speaking, the bathroom door opened.

Jian Zhuo came out wearing an identical bathrobe: "Brother, I'll wash your clothes first."

Jian Fanchen sat up from the sofa and looked at him a little embarrassedly.

Seeing Zhuo paused, he immediately reacted.

"Mr. Jian, is that Jian Zhuo's voice?" Jiang Tang's voice suddenly became a little deeper, and it came out from the loudspeaker.

Obviously there is no ghost in his heart, but Jian Fanchen actually doesn't know how to answer.

And the one with a ghost in his heart came over and took the phone from him.

"Yes, Boss Jane lives with me today, it's very safe. He needs to be quiet, so don't look for him if you have nothing to do."

After speaking, Jian Zhuo returned the phone to Jian Fanchen and walked back to the bathroom.When he came out again, Jian Fanchen had already finished making calls.

He didn't know what Jian Fanchen said later, anyway, he didn't like others to pester Jian Fanchen any more.

"Brother, are you... finished?" Gougou squatted down in front of him without blowing his hair, the wet hair on his forehead stained his eyes with moisture.

Knowing the reason, I put the mobile phone aside, and I can't make a phone call.

Jian Fanchen didn't know how much Jian Zhuo knew about Jiang Tang, but Jiang Tang confessed to him not long ago, knowing that he was staying overnight at Jian Zhuo's house must be jealous today.

Coincidentally, he wanted to take this opportunity to make Jiang Tang give up.

"It's over, go to sleep." He yawned and patted Gougou's head.

"Brother, go to sleep upstairs, I have replaced the sheets and quilts with new ones."

Jian Zhuo went to the kitchen in a good mood and warmed him a glass of milk.

Jian Fanchen refused, so he said, "I'm still your assistant, I don't dare to let my boss sleep on the sofa."

The two stalemate for 10 to [-] minutes, playing guessing games, dice, coin toss and other luck-based games. Finally, Jian Fanchen accepted the bet and went upstairs.

Jian Zhuo lay down on the sofa, turned over, and took a breath of the remaining fragrance.