President, he can't control the Shura field.

Jian Fanchen finally broke free, rubbed his wrist, it hurt a little.

He reached into his coat pocket, found the phone, and collected himself.

Fortunately, Jian Zhuo reminded him to bring his mobile phone.The sense of security of modern people is given by mobile phones.

As the night cooled down and the drizzle fell, Jian Fanchen sniffed.

He wanted to go back, but he was afraid that Yingming would make some impulsive move, so he didn't dare to leave him alone.

There is a river in front of him, what if Ying Ming can't think about it?

At this moment, Ying Ming was holding the hand warmer, and had the illusion that Jian Fanchen's body temperature was reaching his heart.

It's always easy to hallucinate when there are fireworks in the night sky.

He was so scary just now, but Jian Fanchen didn't stay away from him, which made him very guilty.

He turned his head, and the sky had completely darkened.In the night, Jian Fanchen's eyes glowed with fireworks.

"President Jian, I'm sorry, I was impulsive." Ying Ming said sorry again, "I know you are very busy in the company, I won't disturb you."

He withdrew his gaze, stared at the sky for a few seconds in a daze, and added: "Please don't drive me away."

Fireworks exploded in his eyes again, this time a little blurred.

When another firework shattered, Jian Fanchen said politely: "You are the king of your own kingdom, and no one can drive you away."

This sentence was written to Ying Ming by the author in the original text, and he just carried it around.

He turned his head to look at Ying Ming: "Only you can drive others away."

Wake up, you are a king against the sky.

Jian Fanchen's tone was very casual and ordinary, but this sentence was very useful for Ying Ming.

His vision finally became clear in the darkness.

"It's raining, let's go back," Jian Fanchen said, "Your grandma should be in a hurry."

Ying Ming nodded: "Okay, I'll drive."

"You? Can you?" Jian Fanchen questioned.

"You drive too badly." Ying Ming directly took the key from him.

Jian Fanchen: "..."

In the old house of the Ying family, the housekeeper brought out the fruit plate, and Jian Zhuo looked up at the carved antique clock.

After Jian Fanchen went out, he had chatted with Mrs. Ying for two hours.

The old man already went to bed early, but today he postponed his rest time in order to entertain them for dinner.

"Grandma, do you eat fruit?" Jian Zhuo asked.

The old lady Ying said: "I can't eat sweets, this is the best fruit specially prepared for you."

"Then thank you grandma, grandma is so kind." Jian Zhuo ate a cherries, "It's so sweet."

"You young people, eat more." The more Mrs. Ying watched him, the more she liked him. This kind of cuteness was something his grandson didn't have.

Whenever she thinks of the tragedy of two generations caused by arranging marriages for her children, Mrs. Ying is full of guilt.I feel guilty for my son and daughter-in-law, and I feel guilty for my grandson.

As a grandson, her withdrawn childhood had a lot to do with her family.So now, she decided not to intervene in all her grandson's personal problems.As long as the grandson likes it, she will support it no matter whether the other party is male or female, rich or poor, high or low.

Today she saw that Jian Fanchen and Jian Zhuo are such sunny young people, and she felt even more emotional in her heart.

Jian Zhuo said caringly: "Grandma, you go to rest first, I'll just wait for them."

"That's not going to work, how can I let you wait by yourself. This brat, I don't know where he took Xiao Jane, he is really ignorant." Old lady Ying also turned to look at the clock.

The housekeeper knew that it was already past the old lady Ying's rest time, and was also very worried: "Yes, old lady, the doctor told you not to go to bed late."

After finishing speaking, she was reprimanded by the old lady for being rude, how could she let the guests wait for others.

"It's okay, grandma, they don't know what time they will come back, and they won't come back all night, are you still up all night?" You said the same thing on your mouth, but you thought in your heart not to say it all night, after a while He goes crazy when he can't see anyone.

After finally getting the servant to help the old lady upstairs, the butler felt relieved and went to the kitchen.

Jianzhuo took out the phone from his pocket.

There is no information about Jian Fanchen.

His heart was up and down, restless.

The butler came out of the kitchen a few minutes later and was startled when he saw him.

"Mr. Jian, you look very pale. Are you feeling unwell? It's so cold, maybe you're suffering from the cold? I just asked the kitchen to cook ginger soup. You can drink a bowl first."

"No, thank you Steward Liu." Jian Zhuo said, "Did they say what time they came back when they went out?"

The housekeeper shook his head: "The young master didn't tell me, but they shouldn't go far."

Just as he was speaking, the sound of the big iron gate opening came from the yard.

Jian Zhuo immediately got up and walked outside, only to find that it was drizzling outside.

Ying Ming got off the driver's seat, took an umbrella in her hand, went around to the passenger driver, opened the umbrella and took Jian Fanchen next.

"Master! You guys are back, be careful not to get caught in the rain."

"Be careful, the ground is slippery."

The housekeeper and servants greeted him with umbrellas.

Jian Zhuo turned and walked into the house.

Heh, rain is not a knife.

When Jian Fanchen entered the door surrounded by several people, Jian Zhuo was peeling oranges on the sofa.

They looked at each other, and Jian Fanchen covered his mouth and sneezed firmly.

Ying Ming took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to him.

Jian Zhuo watched, and threw a piece of orange into his mouth.

"Is it raining and freezing outside? Young Master, Mr. Jian, hurry up and drink some hot ginger soup to drive away the cold." The butler asked the servant to bring out hot ginger soup from the kitchen and put it on the dining table.

Jian Zhuo stood up, went to the table and sat down.The butler was slightly taken aback, and immediately asked the servant to bring out another bowl.

"Where is Mrs. Ying?" Jian Fanchen asked.

"Madam is resting." The butler replied, "Madam wanted to wait for you to come back, but it was too late, so I advised her to go to bed first."

"I'm really sorry," Jian Fanchen looked at his watch, "The car turned off on the road just now, and the road rescue was delayed."

Jian Zhuo picked up the spoon and began to stir in the ginger soup in circles.

The housekeeper showed concern: "The car broke down? Young Master, Mr. Jian, are you all right? Why didn't the driver pick you up?"

Ying Ming didn't answer, and pushed Jiangtang in front of Jian Fanchen: "Boss Jian, drink it first."

The butler said wittily, "I'll send it in for maintenance tomorrow."

While they were talking, the servant had already brought up the third bowl.

"It's okay, let's go together." Jian Fanchen said.

The ginger soup is steaming hot, too hot to the mouth.

Ying Ming was not afraid of being hot, so he drank half a bowl in one go.After drinking, I went to the bathroom.

Jian Fanchen is very afraid of food that burns his mouth, so he has to put it warm before eating.

He pursed his lips, still feeling that it was too hot, and turned his head to look at Jian Zhuo again.

Jian Zhuo didn't move, just like him.

"Don't you drink?"

This was the first sentence he said to Jian Zhuo after he came back.

Gougou was extremely wronged.

Waiting for the master at home for so long, everyone pays attention to the master when he comes back, but he is ignored.

Gougou looked at the owner's slightly rain-wet hair, and sighed silently.

"You drink my bowl, I haven't touched it." He said and brought Jian Fanchen's ginger soup in front of him, and pushed his own bowl over.

Jian Fanchen froze for a moment, and soon understood.

No wonder Jian Zhuo has been stirring with a spoon just now, in order to cool it down faster.

"It can't be too cold." Jian Zhuo looked back at the ginger soup in front of him, "If you don't drink it, it won't work."

He took a sip of Jian Fanchen's ginger soup.

From the corner of the eye, Jian Fanchen also took a sip of his.

Finally not so sour.

The housekeeper said from the side: "It's so late, Mr. Jian, Mr. Jian, and it's still raining outside, why don't you stay in our upstairs guest room for one night..."

"That's so embarrassing, we'll go back after drinking." Jian Fanchen declined.

"It's far away from your home, isn't it?" said the housekeeper, "How dangerous is this rainy day... The main reason is that both the young master and the old lady want you to stay."

Jian Zhuo put down the bowl and said, "No need, I'll send it to Mr. Jian."

Just kidding, he came here to guard against these dirty tricks.Jian Fanchen was thin-skinned and embarrassed to refuse the old man. He knew this, and Ying's family should also know it.

"That's right, Jian Zhuo is on the way, just give me a short time. If not, I'll ask the driver to pick him up." Jian Fanchen reckoned that the driver was not far away, so he didn't want to stay at Ying's house.

"Yes, I'm very on the way." Jian Zhuo said.

Not just on the way, he will definitely bring Jian Fanchen home tonight.