President, he can't control the Shura field.

Ying Ming returned to the living room, and when she heard that Jian Fanchen was about to leave, she said, "Boss Jian, are you in a hurry to go back? I want to ask you about a project."

Jian Zhuo had already taken out the car keys, and looked at him upon hearing this.

Jian Fanchen actually really wanted to go home: "You can send me an email, and I'll look at it tomorrow."

"I'm going to reply to the other party tonight. It's only 10 minutes, is that okay? Mr. Jian." Ying Ming's attitude was no longer tough, she just asked.

Because Jian Fanchen just issued a good person card to someone, and specially asked him to focus on his career, it is really difficult to refuse now.

Seeing that Jian Fanchen was loose, Ying Ming said, "15 minutes is fine."

"Okay." Jian Fanchen nodded.

He wanted Jian Zhuo to go back first and not wait for him, but as soon as his eyes met Jian Zhuo's, Jian Zhuo put the car keys back in his pocket: "I'm not in a hurry, I'll wait for you."

Ying Ming said, "I can ask the driver to take Mr. Jian to him later."

Jian Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it 15 minutes? It takes me a cup of tea."

After hearing this, the butler immediately signaled the servants to prepare tea.

After decades of grievances and grievances between wealthy families, he is extremely sensitive to this kind of scene, which is a proper precursor to the wealthy Shura field.

The son of a wealthy family and the elite in the industry fell in love with the same Bai Fumei, they were jealous, you chased him and fled, and finally cheated and divorced the illegitimate child one by one.

After Jian Fanchen and Ying Ming entered the study, Jian Zhuo was still staring at the large gold-encrusted wooden door of the study.

Thick, luxurious, and reasonably sound-proof wooden doors.

The servant brought tea.

The butler said, "See sir, please drink tea."

Jian Zhuo retracted his gaze and glanced at the wine cabinet.

The butler, who was watching his words and expressions, opened a bottle of foreign wine, but he soon regretted his decision.

He didn't expect that Jian Zhuo could drink so much, or that Ying Ming and Jian Fanchen could watch the project for so long.

After Jian Fanchen explained the last plan to Yingming, he finally relaxed.

He looked at his watch and realized that it had been an hour before he knew it.

It was late, and he yawned reflexively.

Ying Ming immediately put down the tablet in his hand.

"Mr. Jian, I'm sorry, I forgot the time."

"No need..." Jian Fanchen waved his hands, unable to hold back the tears in his eyes.

Sleepy.

Ying Ming suddenly raised her hand to rub her nose, and looked away.

"You didn't take any notes. I spoke very quickly, and I remembered everything?" Jian Fanchen said, "You have a good memory."

"I have a good memory since I was a child, and I can memorize knowledge from books, but... I am a little face blind." Ying Ming said, turning off the computer.

"Face blind? Really?" Jian Fanchen showed a sympathetic expression, but he was glad in his heart, fortunately, the male protagonist didn't remember seeing him when he was a child, so he was less embarrassed.

"Well, really." Ying Ming said, "I don't remember many people, and I don't make friends. My classmates for several years are all strangers to me."

What a cruel and cruel male lead.

Jian Fanchen smiled, and when he stood up, he realized that his feet were numb and limped.

Ying Ming immediately reached out to help him.

When the study door opened, Jian Fanchen smelled alcohol.

He looked at the sofa, saw Zhuo pulling the butler to drink, the foreign wine on the coffee table in front of him was almost empty.

"Jian Zhuo?" Jian Fanchen looked at him in surprise, "Why do you drink like this?"

"What's going on?" Ying Ming had never smelled such a strong smell of alcohol at home, she frowned and raised her hand to cover her nose, "Why are you messing around with guests? Butler Liu, how do you entertain guests?"

Seeing this, the servant immediately went to open the window.

The housekeeper saw that his eyes were a little red, and he stood up from the sofa quickly: "Young master, Mr. Jian, it's all my fault, I didn't see Mr. It's my fault for opening the wine."

"Grandpa Butler, I haven't finished drinking yet..." Jian Zhuo's cheeks were flushed, and he tugged on the butler's sleeve.

The butler, who had never lost his composure before, seemed very cramped at the moment.Originally, he was just trying to persuade Jian Zhuo to drink less, but Jian Zhuo told him childhood stories while drinking, and they turned out to be fellow villagers, so he couldn't help but drink a little as soon as they met.Jian Zhuo said that he felt like his grandfather, and went fishing with his grandfather when he returned to his hometown in advance of the holiday.

"Grandpa Butler..." Jian Zhuo called him again, "Grandpa stopped taking me fishing, did you ignore me?"

Poor, pitiful, aggrieved.

The housekeeper was in a difficult situation.

"Jian Zhuo, don't make trouble in other people's houses." Jian Fanchen stepped forward and took off the hand that was holding the corner of the butler's clothes.

Jian Zhuo stared at him for a few seconds, and Jian Fanchen was uncomfortable looking at him, and asked him fiercely: "What are you looking at? Are you afraid of getting sick?"

Very strict, like training your own children.

Jian Zhuo blinked, and suddenly hugged his arm: "Brother!"

Jian Fanchen: "..."

Ying Ming asked, "What do you call him?"

The housekeeper immediately explained: "Jie, I've drunk too much."

Jian Zhuo moved closer to Jian Fanchen, almost sticking to his arm: "Brother, are you fishing?"

The servant brought a cup of hangover tea, and the butler said, "I asked Mr. Jian to drink it just now, but he doesn't want to drink it."

"Don't drink, it's not good..." Seeing the teacup being brought up, Jian Zhuo hid behind Jian Fanchen.

Jian Fanchen broke the man back and warned him: "Don't make trouble, do you want to drink?"

Jian Zhuo didn't dare to speak anymore, only dared to shake his head, but still didn't let go.

Because of drinking too much, the whole person is not very energetic, and his hair is limp, like a dog with drooping ears.

The butler felt sorry for him.This is still a child. It is not easy to leave the society at a young age to work hard.

Jian Fanchen took the teacup and handed it to him.

The butler said: "The tea is hot. Seeing that the husband doesn't want to drink it now, why don't you pack it and take it with you..."

Jian Zhuo stared straight at the teacup in Jian Fanchen's hand, suddenly lowered his head, and moved his mouth closer.

Jian Fanchen was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Jian Zhuo to drink it directly.

Ying Ming stood aside with a stern face, without saying a word.

But the housekeeper felt relieved: "Just drink it, just drink it."

Gougou finished his tea obediently and raised his head: "It's over, brother."

Wait for praise.

Jian Fanchen returned the cup and said, "Go home."

Seeing Zhuo nodded.

Ying Ming walked to his side: "President Jian, I'll see you off."

The housekeeper said: "Mr. Jian just called the driver of Mr. Jian, and the driver is outside the door."

Jian Fanchen: "..."

Although I drank too much, the organization is quite clear.

Ying Ming felt that it would be safe to have a driver around, so she didn't insist on delivering it. Being too active would arouse Jian Fanchen's disgust.

The servant brought Jian Fanchen's coat, and Ying Ming wanted to help him put it on, but the dog stuck to his arm didn't let him go, so he couldn't put on the coat.

Jian Fanchen looked down at Jian Zhuo, leaning his furry head against him.

"You don't need to wear it, I just carry it, the car is outside." Jian Fanchen took the clothes.

The rain outside stopped, Ying Ming sent them out, the driver was already waiting for them in the car.

Jian Fanchen stuffed Jian Zhuo into the back seat first, turned his head and said to Ming: "I'm sorry to disturb you tonight."

"Mr. Jian, thank you," Ying Ming looked at the open car door, knowing that Jian Fanchen would never come back after leaving here this time, "Thank you for everything you have done."

Jian Fanchen said, "Come on."

Ying Ming said, "Hug one, Mr. Jian."

His last request.

Jian Fanchen paused for two seconds, and as soon as he nodded, Ying Ming hugged him.

"Thank you." Ying Ming whispered, but no matter how reluctant she was, she stopped at a hug.

Jian Fanchen couldn't give what he wanted, and he had nothing to give Jian Fanchen.

He thought for a while, then took out the hand warmer from his pocket: "You take this, it's cold."

"Okay, thank you. Go back, I'm leaving." Jian Fanchen said quickly, "I'll call your grandma tomorrow to thank her."

Jian Fanchen was polite and polite to him.

Ying Ming looked at the car lights that disappeared into the night, and stood in the yard for a while, until the rain started again, and the butler brought an umbrella.He just turned back.

This rainy day is very annoying, very humid, and it will rain again without knowing when, and there is no defense.

In the car, Jian Fanchen sneezed as soon as he got up, and his hand was suddenly grabbed.

That hand was very warm and big, and he snatched the hand warmer he was holding in a somewhat rough manner, and threw it aside.

"Don't be crazy about drinking," Jian Fanchen said, "Give it back to me, my hands are quite cold."

Jian Zhuo's hand covered his hand, wrapping the whole thing up, with great strength, stronger than when he was lying down and hugging him last night.

Jian Fanchen seemed to be locked by a pair of handshakes, unable to move.

The instigator's movements were so tough, but his words were soft.

"Brother, it's not cold anymore..."

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