President, he can't control the Shura field.
Chapter 70 The fluffy hair tickled Jian Fanchen's neck
Today I drove Jian Zhuo's car to the company and Lai Ying's old house.The sedan does not have a partition like a nanny car, and the driver is in front.Jian Fanchen took a breath, pretending nothing happened, and didn't want to argue with a drunk person.
"You just do it, you have to burn tonight, no one cares about you." He hadn't been so angry for a long time.
In vain, he still worries about other people's health, and others don't care at all.
As soon as the words fell, the car was silent for a while, the driver turned on the stereo thoughtfully, and the jazz music started.
As if aware of Jian Fanchen's emotions, Gougou felt aggrieved again, sniffed and murmured that he had a headache.
"You still have a headache..."
Jian Fanchen wanted to hate him again, but he suddenly leaned his head on Jian Fanchen's shoulder.
"Brother... I'm sorry..."
The fluffy hair tickled Jian Fanchen's neck.But as soon as he turned his head away, Gougou followed him.
Clingy.
It's still the same after ten years.
Dog Gou got hotter after drinking.
The space in the car was closed, and the smell of alcohol was fermenting mixed with body odor.
"I didn't drink on purpose, brother..."
"Don't be angry, brother..."
"Brother...can you justify me..."
"I'm not a bad boy..."
"If you justify me, I'll be good..."
The intermittent words lingered in Jian Fanchen's ears accompanied by warm breath.
Jian Zhuo's voice was very soft and low, almost drowned in the jazz, so Jian Fanchen was sure that only he could hear these whispers.
He found that he always couldn't bear to blame Jian Zhuo, this guy really made people unable to be cruel.
"Brother... I will never drink again... Don't be angry..." You promised.
Jian Fanchen suddenly realized that his mood fluctuated so much today.Because he thought that Jian Zhuo would get sick again, he actually thought about it like an old woman?It doesn't fit his personality.
When did his relationship with Jian Zhuo become so close?
"Brother is so nice..." Jian Zhuo muttered indistinctly, "Don't be so nice to them..."
Jian Fanchen didn't understand where the endless words came from, so he just took his hand out of his hand and put it on his forehead.
There should be no fever.
It's not far from Ying's old house to Jian Zhuo's neighborhood, but when he arrived at the apartment building, Jian Zhuo had already turned into a puddle of mud, firmly stuck to Jian Fanchen's body.
The driver turned off the music, didn't look back, but said professionally: "Boss Jian, let me take him upstairs."
Jian Zhuo suddenly raised his head in a daze, squinted his eyes and looked out the window: "It's my house... Thank you brother for taking me home, I'll go up by myself..."
After speaking, he let go of Jian Fanchen, opened the door on the other side and got out of the car.
Jian Fanchen and the driver got out of the car.
Jian Zhuo staggered, and the driver immediately went over to help him.
He stood firm and pushed the driver away: "I can..."
Jian Fanchen stood aside to see if he didn't intervene. He always felt that this kid was pretending to be sober and confused at times.
The driver glanced at him, he nodded, and the driver let go of Jian Zhuo.
Jian Zhuo stumbled into the apartment building, collided with the uncle who came out of the elevator, and looked like he was about to vomit while grabbing his clothes.The uncle was startled and pushed him away, cursing.
Jian Fanchen was startled, and hurried up to apologize to him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... He didn't do it on purpose when he drank too much, and I will compensate you if his clothes are dirty."
The uncle patted his clothes with disgust and found that they were not dirty. He gave them a hard look and cursed as he walked, "Young people nowadays..."
Jian Fanchen glanced at Jian Zhuo, and pushed open the elevator door.
"Go in," he snapped.
Gougou walked obediently into the elevator, turned around and looked at him nervously like a schoolboy.
Seeing Jian Fanchen walking in, Gougou's expression immediately relaxed.
Jian Fanchen shook his head, pressed the 11th floor, and took another look at Jian Zhuo.
Jian Zhuo became very honest again at this moment.
He is very obedient in front of his master, but he will cause trouble if he leaves half a step away.
Gotta watch.
When the elevator stopped on the 7th floor, an old lady came up.Jian Fanchen immediately stopped Jian Zhuo, fearing that he would scare people.
But Jian Zhuo was very honest this time, and didn't move.Jian Fanchen smiled at the old grandma.
As soon as he entered the house, he walked in without changing his shoes, straightened up and fell on the sofa, turning into a puddle of mud again.
Jian Fanchen changed his shoes and walked over to take them off for him.Looking at the person who seemed to be asleep, he thought for a while, glanced at the bedroom upstairs, and remembered last night.
"Don't think about me carrying you again." He grabbed the blanket beside him and covered it angrily, "I can take care of you when I was sick yesterday, but don't think about me carrying you again when I'm drunk today."
Very principled.
He looked at his watch, hesitated for a moment, and decided to go home.
As soon as he walked to the door, the person on the sofa turned over and fell on the carpet.
Jian Fanchen turned his head and looked at the mangy dog on the ground: "..."
"Brother...I want to drink porridge..." Gougou said.
Jian Fanchen sighed, walked back and pulled him up: "Go upstairs, and I'll serve you porridge."
"I want porridge..." Yuanyuan's dog looked at him, but his eyes were a little confused tonight.
Jian Fanchen negotiated the terms: "You go upstairs first, and I'll serve it for you."
"I want the porridge cooked by my brother."
"I cooked it, you go upstairs first, otherwise there will be no porridge."
Jian Zhuo nodded mechanically, got up and walked towards the stairs, but suddenly returned after taking two steps.
"Black... afraid..."
Jian Fanchen: "...You are such a big man, are you afraid of the dark?"
Jian Zhuo had an aggrieved expression on his face: "Brother accompany..."
Helpless, Jian Fanchen went upstairs to turn on the light for him, and after watching him lie down, he went downstairs to serve porridge in peace.
This is his first time cooking porridge, just like making capsule coffee for the first time. Although it is an easy task, for someone who has never cooked, it is like accomplishing some great event.
Jian Fanchen thought, he would also eat a bowl later.Even though the dinner at Ying's house today was full of big dishes, they were all so delicately prepared that he was a little hungry.
He went upstairs with the porridge, and Jian Zhuo sat obediently on the bed under the quilt and waited for him.
"Can you eat by yourself?" Jian Fanchen asked his sobriety.
Jian Zhuo nodded, then shook his head again.
Jian Fanchen didn't dare to give him the bowl directly, and looked down, but he didn't know how to feed people.
"Brother, I can eat by myself." Jian Zhuo stretched out his hand.
"You really can?" Jian Fanchen hesitated for a few seconds, and carefully put the bowl in his hand.
After confirming that he could hold the bowl firmly, Jian Fanchen let go of his hand.
Jian Zhuo took a bite, without expression.
Jian Fanchen asked, "How does it taste?"
Jian Zhuo looked up at him, silent.
Jian Fanchen's heart tightened, is it so unpalatable?
"Very... unpalatable?" He felt guilty.
Jian Zhuo lowered his head to scoop up a spoon again, and stretched out the bowl in front of him: "Brother, try it..."
Looking at the porridge in front of him, Jian Fanchen became more and more guilty.But the food you make yourself can't just harm others.He gritted his teeth, boldly opened his mouth and took a sip.
It's delicious.
He froze for a moment, looked at Jian Zhuo, and even doubted his own taste buds.
Jian Zhuo said sincerely, "Is it delicious? The porridge cooked by my brother is the best."
Jian Fanchen: "Delicious? Delicious is your expression?"
He just thought he had done some dark cooking again.
Jian Zhuo didn't reply, he took the bowl back contentedly, and started eating by himself, even bigger than before.
Like a dog that is afraid of being snatched.
Chapter 71 Jian Fanchen withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and Gougou took advantage of the situation to bury his face in his neck.
There is not much in a bowl of porridge, so it will be finished soon.The alcohol hadn't completely gone down yet, Gougou, with a little dull eyes, licked his lips, still wanting more.
Jian Fanchen stood beside the bed, with his arms wrapped around his chest, looking down at the hair on his head, thoughtful.
After knowing the identity of God Jianzhuo J, he was shocked.He never thought that the most inconspicuous kid among the four male protagonists was actually the one who hid the most.
But now he felt that Jian Zhuo was actually that child.Maybe the aura of J is not J God is given by the outside world. Geniuses in private are just like other ordinary teenagers, they will get sick, willful, and afraid of the dark.
"Brother..." Gougou raised his head to meet his gaze, "I still want to eat... my brother's porridge is delicious..."
Jian Fanchen was pulled back from his thoughts by his voice.
"Still eating?" He took the bowl, "Are you that hungry?"
Gougou hugged his knees and was wronged: "Dinner is not good, porridge is delicious..."
"I don't have good food, and I don't know how to eat good things." Jian Fanchen yelled at him, and went downstairs with the bowl.
He suddenly found that since he knew about Jian Zhuo's vest, he was no longer cautious about hurting the little white rabbit, but he could hate him more naturally.
As soon as I walked to the kitchen, the phone rang.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket, it was from Ying Ming.
He picked it up, and the voice on the other end was low and indistinct: "Boss Jian, are you home yet?"
Jian Fanchen frowned after hearing the voice: "I'm almost there, what's the matter with you? Have you been drinking?"
The voice on the other end suddenly took on a nasal tone: "Well, I'm relieved that you got home safely."
Jian Fanchen put down the bowl and asked, "Did you reply to the project?"
"Replied. Mr. Jane..." His voice became softer, "I regret it."
Jian Fanchen's hands froze and he didn't speak.
There was also silence on the other end.
"You drank too much." Jian Fanchen said, "Get some rest."
"Don't hang up, Mr. Jian, can I ask you a question? Just one, and I won't bother you after I finish the question."
Jian Fanchen knew it was not an easy question, but he still said, "You ask."
"Do you have someone you like?"
Look, it really isn't a serious problem.
Jian Fanchen was at a loss for words.
People who drink alcohol are probably confused and have no brains.
He scratched his head, before he could answer.Turning around, he saw Jian Zhuo coming down the stairs.
For some reason, he felt a little guilty for no reason.
He was asking again on the phone: "Boss Jian, am I right? Do you really have one?"
Jian Fanchen now has two things in mind, thinking about how to answer Ying Ming, while watching what Jian Zhuo is going to do.
Jian Zhuo approached him, only then did he realize that those puppy eyes were covered with thick fog, as if the stamina of wine had come up again.
He instinctively took a step back, Jian Zhuo also took a step closer to him.
At this distance, the voice from the phone can already be heard clearly by Jian Zhuo.
Ying Ming urged hoarsely: "President Jian, why don't you speak?"
Jian Fanchen didn't know what to say, Yingming's mood was not stable today, he didn't want to provoke him.
And he was even more worried about Jian Zhuo talking nonsense at this time.After all, the kid's cloudy eyes don't seem to be sober.
Sure enough, upon hearing the voice, Jian Zhuo's eyes fell on the phone.
The originally unclear eyes suddenly became darker.But what he looked at was not the phone, but Jian Fanchen's wrist.
There was a circle of red marks on the white wrist, although it was a bit faded, it could still be seen that it had been subjected to a lot of force.
He spoke, but no sound came out.
He was just asking Jian Fanchen with his lips.
"Brother, who is it?"
Jian Fanchen immediately stretched out his index finger and put it on his mouth, Jian Zhuo seemed to understand, and also made an empty gesture.
Jian Fanchen breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to answer Ying Ming: "It's very late, I want to sleep..."
Before he could say the words, Jian Zhuo suddenly grabbed his wrist.
He shook his body, lost his grip on the phone, slipped from his palm, and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, it landed on a soft carpet.
Just as he was about to bend over to pick it up, he was pulled by Jian Zhuo, leaning his back against the cupboard door.
He wanted to move, but he couldn't let go.
And also to say: "Brother..."
Jian Fanchen hastily covered his mouth with his other upper hand, and at the same time glanced down at the ground in a mysterious way.
Jian Zhuo looked at him, his eyes suddenly bottomless.
In the next second, Jian Fanchen felt a change in the palm of his hand.
The warm and moist touch made him shudder and his scalp tingle.
Jian Zhuo was actually licking his palm.And how domineering the tongue is, the innocent eyes are.As if the movement under the palm had nothing to do with the eyes.
Jian Fanchen withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and Gougou buried his face into his neck.
His breathing was stagnant again.
A hot breath in the neck and ears.
His side neck was already sensitive, but now his whole body was stiff.
He couldn't care whether the phone was still on or not.
The man who drank too much beside him was going too far, he was about to push him away when Jian Zhuo whispered something in his ear.
"Brother, I'm hungry..."
After finishing speaking, he sniffed, sounding pitiful.
Jian Fanchen felt the boy's emotions, and comforted him in a low voice: "You stand still first, and I will serve you porridge."
He deliberately suppressed his voice, not daring to speak loudly.
But before he finished speaking, another voice came from the mobile phone on the ground.
"Mr. Jane? Are you talking? What's wrong with you?"
I don't know when the phone was switched to hands-free mode, and Ying's voice was played out by the speaker.
Jian Fanchen was a little embarrassed, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer: "I'm fine, it's getting late and I'm going to bed, you hang up."
There was a pause there, Jian Fanchen thought he was dead.
But after a few seconds, he asked again: "Mr. Jian... Are you using the speakerphone?"
"Well, it's..." Jian Fanchen couldn't continue, because Jian Zhuo's breath suddenly rose, and his neck was really itchy.
While rubbing against him, the person next to his ear said in an angry voice, "Brother, I'm really hungry and uncomfortable..."
Jian Fanchen only heard the aggrieved voice, but didn't see Jianzhuo's Adam's apple slid twice violently at this moment.
Behind him, a pair of dog eyes even turned red.
Seeing Zhuo not giving in, he insisted on Jian Fanchen agreeing to him.
As long as he said something through the loudspeaker, he would also say something in Jian Fanchen's ear.
Although he had already guessed what would happen when he went to Ying's house and was mentally prepared, he overestimated his emotional intelligence.Seeing that Jian Fanchen stayed with Yingming for so long, he was still extremely jealous.
Now Ying Ming Cheng Lian and the others are becoming more and more lazy to pretend, they are all in a hurry, and will definitely seize every opportunity to be alone to attack Jian Fanchen.
Although he knew that Jian Fanchen was very resistant to this kind of overture, who could guarantee that he would not be tempted at all under repeated strong offensives?After all, every one of his opponents is excellent, and some are not only excellent, but also willing to spend their time.
Tonight, after he saw Ying Ming and Jian Fanchen returning from the outside, Ying Ming's eyes showed that wolves were coveting their prey.
He didn't know what happened to them outside, but he couldn't stand just thinking about it.
So he drank on purpose, just to take the opportunity to keep Jian Fanchen.But after finally snatching Jian Fanchen back from the wolf's den, he didn't expect that hungry wolf to chase after him.
Seeing Jian Fanchen calling the wolf and seeing the traces left by the wolf, his eyes turned red.
What made the tense string in his mind almost break was the moment Jian Fanchen was still paying attention to the phone while covering his mouth.
It's easy to lose control after drinking, and he almost gnawed on the fragrant neck.
Like a real dog hook, he wants to leave his breath on Jian Fanchen and swear his sovereignty to other pretenders.
Inside and outside, every inch left his breath.
But he held back.
Evil turned into grievance, just coquettish over and over again.
He wasn't lying, he was really hungry.
"You just do it, you have to burn tonight, no one cares about you." He hadn't been so angry for a long time.
In vain, he still worries about other people's health, and others don't care at all.
As soon as the words fell, the car was silent for a while, the driver turned on the stereo thoughtfully, and the jazz music started.
As if aware of Jian Fanchen's emotions, Gougou felt aggrieved again, sniffed and murmured that he had a headache.
"You still have a headache..."
Jian Fanchen wanted to hate him again, but he suddenly leaned his head on Jian Fanchen's shoulder.
"Brother... I'm sorry..."
The fluffy hair tickled Jian Fanchen's neck.But as soon as he turned his head away, Gougou followed him.
Clingy.
It's still the same after ten years.
Dog Gou got hotter after drinking.
The space in the car was closed, and the smell of alcohol was fermenting mixed with body odor.
"I didn't drink on purpose, brother..."
"Don't be angry, brother..."
"Brother...can you justify me..."
"I'm not a bad boy..."
"If you justify me, I'll be good..."
The intermittent words lingered in Jian Fanchen's ears accompanied by warm breath.
Jian Zhuo's voice was very soft and low, almost drowned in the jazz, so Jian Fanchen was sure that only he could hear these whispers.
He found that he always couldn't bear to blame Jian Zhuo, this guy really made people unable to be cruel.
"Brother... I will never drink again... Don't be angry..." You promised.
Jian Fanchen suddenly realized that his mood fluctuated so much today.Because he thought that Jian Zhuo would get sick again, he actually thought about it like an old woman?It doesn't fit his personality.
When did his relationship with Jian Zhuo become so close?
"Brother is so nice..." Jian Zhuo muttered indistinctly, "Don't be so nice to them..."
Jian Fanchen didn't understand where the endless words came from, so he just took his hand out of his hand and put it on his forehead.
There should be no fever.
It's not far from Ying's old house to Jian Zhuo's neighborhood, but when he arrived at the apartment building, Jian Zhuo had already turned into a puddle of mud, firmly stuck to Jian Fanchen's body.
The driver turned off the music, didn't look back, but said professionally: "Boss Jian, let me take him upstairs."
Jian Zhuo suddenly raised his head in a daze, squinted his eyes and looked out the window: "It's my house... Thank you brother for taking me home, I'll go up by myself..."
After speaking, he let go of Jian Fanchen, opened the door on the other side and got out of the car.
Jian Fanchen and the driver got out of the car.
Jian Zhuo staggered, and the driver immediately went over to help him.
He stood firm and pushed the driver away: "I can..."
Jian Fanchen stood aside to see if he didn't intervene. He always felt that this kid was pretending to be sober and confused at times.
The driver glanced at him, he nodded, and the driver let go of Jian Zhuo.
Jian Zhuo stumbled into the apartment building, collided with the uncle who came out of the elevator, and looked like he was about to vomit while grabbing his clothes.The uncle was startled and pushed him away, cursing.
Jian Fanchen was startled, and hurried up to apologize to him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... He didn't do it on purpose when he drank too much, and I will compensate you if his clothes are dirty."
The uncle patted his clothes with disgust and found that they were not dirty. He gave them a hard look and cursed as he walked, "Young people nowadays..."
Jian Fanchen glanced at Jian Zhuo, and pushed open the elevator door.
"Go in," he snapped.
Gougou walked obediently into the elevator, turned around and looked at him nervously like a schoolboy.
Seeing Jian Fanchen walking in, Gougou's expression immediately relaxed.
Jian Fanchen shook his head, pressed the 11th floor, and took another look at Jian Zhuo.
Jian Zhuo became very honest again at this moment.
He is very obedient in front of his master, but he will cause trouble if he leaves half a step away.
Gotta watch.
When the elevator stopped on the 7th floor, an old lady came up.Jian Fanchen immediately stopped Jian Zhuo, fearing that he would scare people.
But Jian Zhuo was very honest this time, and didn't move.Jian Fanchen smiled at the old grandma.
As soon as he entered the house, he walked in without changing his shoes, straightened up and fell on the sofa, turning into a puddle of mud again.
Jian Fanchen changed his shoes and walked over to take them off for him.Looking at the person who seemed to be asleep, he thought for a while, glanced at the bedroom upstairs, and remembered last night.
"Don't think about me carrying you again." He grabbed the blanket beside him and covered it angrily, "I can take care of you when I was sick yesterday, but don't think about me carrying you again when I'm drunk today."
Very principled.
He looked at his watch, hesitated for a moment, and decided to go home.
As soon as he walked to the door, the person on the sofa turned over and fell on the carpet.
Jian Fanchen turned his head and looked at the mangy dog on the ground: "..."
"Brother...I want to drink porridge..." Gougou said.
Jian Fanchen sighed, walked back and pulled him up: "Go upstairs, and I'll serve you porridge."
"I want porridge..." Yuanyuan's dog looked at him, but his eyes were a little confused tonight.
Jian Fanchen negotiated the terms: "You go upstairs first, and I'll serve it for you."
"I want the porridge cooked by my brother."
"I cooked it, you go upstairs first, otherwise there will be no porridge."
Jian Zhuo nodded mechanically, got up and walked towards the stairs, but suddenly returned after taking two steps.
"Black... afraid..."
Jian Fanchen: "...You are such a big man, are you afraid of the dark?"
Jian Zhuo had an aggrieved expression on his face: "Brother accompany..."
Helpless, Jian Fanchen went upstairs to turn on the light for him, and after watching him lie down, he went downstairs to serve porridge in peace.
This is his first time cooking porridge, just like making capsule coffee for the first time. Although it is an easy task, for someone who has never cooked, it is like accomplishing some great event.
Jian Fanchen thought, he would also eat a bowl later.Even though the dinner at Ying's house today was full of big dishes, they were all so delicately prepared that he was a little hungry.
He went upstairs with the porridge, and Jian Zhuo sat obediently on the bed under the quilt and waited for him.
"Can you eat by yourself?" Jian Fanchen asked his sobriety.
Jian Zhuo nodded, then shook his head again.
Jian Fanchen didn't dare to give him the bowl directly, and looked down, but he didn't know how to feed people.
"Brother, I can eat by myself." Jian Zhuo stretched out his hand.
"You really can?" Jian Fanchen hesitated for a few seconds, and carefully put the bowl in his hand.
After confirming that he could hold the bowl firmly, Jian Fanchen let go of his hand.
Jian Zhuo took a bite, without expression.
Jian Fanchen asked, "How does it taste?"
Jian Zhuo looked up at him, silent.
Jian Fanchen's heart tightened, is it so unpalatable?
"Very... unpalatable?" He felt guilty.
Jian Zhuo lowered his head to scoop up a spoon again, and stretched out the bowl in front of him: "Brother, try it..."
Looking at the porridge in front of him, Jian Fanchen became more and more guilty.But the food you make yourself can't just harm others.He gritted his teeth, boldly opened his mouth and took a sip.
It's delicious.
He froze for a moment, looked at Jian Zhuo, and even doubted his own taste buds.
Jian Zhuo said sincerely, "Is it delicious? The porridge cooked by my brother is the best."
Jian Fanchen: "Delicious? Delicious is your expression?"
He just thought he had done some dark cooking again.
Jian Zhuo didn't reply, he took the bowl back contentedly, and started eating by himself, even bigger than before.
Like a dog that is afraid of being snatched.
Chapter 71 Jian Fanchen withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and Gougou took advantage of the situation to bury his face in his neck.
There is not much in a bowl of porridge, so it will be finished soon.The alcohol hadn't completely gone down yet, Gougou, with a little dull eyes, licked his lips, still wanting more.
Jian Fanchen stood beside the bed, with his arms wrapped around his chest, looking down at the hair on his head, thoughtful.
After knowing the identity of God Jianzhuo J, he was shocked.He never thought that the most inconspicuous kid among the four male protagonists was actually the one who hid the most.
But now he felt that Jian Zhuo was actually that child.Maybe the aura of J is not J God is given by the outside world. Geniuses in private are just like other ordinary teenagers, they will get sick, willful, and afraid of the dark.
"Brother..." Gougou raised his head to meet his gaze, "I still want to eat... my brother's porridge is delicious..."
Jian Fanchen was pulled back from his thoughts by his voice.
"Still eating?" He took the bowl, "Are you that hungry?"
Gougou hugged his knees and was wronged: "Dinner is not good, porridge is delicious..."
"I don't have good food, and I don't know how to eat good things." Jian Fanchen yelled at him, and went downstairs with the bowl.
He suddenly found that since he knew about Jian Zhuo's vest, he was no longer cautious about hurting the little white rabbit, but he could hate him more naturally.
As soon as I walked to the kitchen, the phone rang.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket, it was from Ying Ming.
He picked it up, and the voice on the other end was low and indistinct: "Boss Jian, are you home yet?"
Jian Fanchen frowned after hearing the voice: "I'm almost there, what's the matter with you? Have you been drinking?"
The voice on the other end suddenly took on a nasal tone: "Well, I'm relieved that you got home safely."
Jian Fanchen put down the bowl and asked, "Did you reply to the project?"
"Replied. Mr. Jane..." His voice became softer, "I regret it."
Jian Fanchen's hands froze and he didn't speak.
There was also silence on the other end.
"You drank too much." Jian Fanchen said, "Get some rest."
"Don't hang up, Mr. Jian, can I ask you a question? Just one, and I won't bother you after I finish the question."
Jian Fanchen knew it was not an easy question, but he still said, "You ask."
"Do you have someone you like?"
Look, it really isn't a serious problem.
Jian Fanchen was at a loss for words.
People who drink alcohol are probably confused and have no brains.
He scratched his head, before he could answer.Turning around, he saw Jian Zhuo coming down the stairs.
For some reason, he felt a little guilty for no reason.
He was asking again on the phone: "Boss Jian, am I right? Do you really have one?"
Jian Fanchen now has two things in mind, thinking about how to answer Ying Ming, while watching what Jian Zhuo is going to do.
Jian Zhuo approached him, only then did he realize that those puppy eyes were covered with thick fog, as if the stamina of wine had come up again.
He instinctively took a step back, Jian Zhuo also took a step closer to him.
At this distance, the voice from the phone can already be heard clearly by Jian Zhuo.
Ying Ming urged hoarsely: "President Jian, why don't you speak?"
Jian Fanchen didn't know what to say, Yingming's mood was not stable today, he didn't want to provoke him.
And he was even more worried about Jian Zhuo talking nonsense at this time.After all, the kid's cloudy eyes don't seem to be sober.
Sure enough, upon hearing the voice, Jian Zhuo's eyes fell on the phone.
The originally unclear eyes suddenly became darker.But what he looked at was not the phone, but Jian Fanchen's wrist.
There was a circle of red marks on the white wrist, although it was a bit faded, it could still be seen that it had been subjected to a lot of force.
He spoke, but no sound came out.
He was just asking Jian Fanchen with his lips.
"Brother, who is it?"
Jian Fanchen immediately stretched out his index finger and put it on his mouth, Jian Zhuo seemed to understand, and also made an empty gesture.
Jian Fanchen breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to answer Ying Ming: "It's very late, I want to sleep..."
Before he could say the words, Jian Zhuo suddenly grabbed his wrist.
He shook his body, lost his grip on the phone, slipped from his palm, and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, it landed on a soft carpet.
Just as he was about to bend over to pick it up, he was pulled by Jian Zhuo, leaning his back against the cupboard door.
He wanted to move, but he couldn't let go.
And also to say: "Brother..."
Jian Fanchen hastily covered his mouth with his other upper hand, and at the same time glanced down at the ground in a mysterious way.
Jian Zhuo looked at him, his eyes suddenly bottomless.
In the next second, Jian Fanchen felt a change in the palm of his hand.
The warm and moist touch made him shudder and his scalp tingle.
Jian Zhuo was actually licking his palm.And how domineering the tongue is, the innocent eyes are.As if the movement under the palm had nothing to do with the eyes.
Jian Fanchen withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and Gougou buried his face into his neck.
His breathing was stagnant again.
A hot breath in the neck and ears.
His side neck was already sensitive, but now his whole body was stiff.
He couldn't care whether the phone was still on or not.
The man who drank too much beside him was going too far, he was about to push him away when Jian Zhuo whispered something in his ear.
"Brother, I'm hungry..."
After finishing speaking, he sniffed, sounding pitiful.
Jian Fanchen felt the boy's emotions, and comforted him in a low voice: "You stand still first, and I will serve you porridge."
He deliberately suppressed his voice, not daring to speak loudly.
But before he finished speaking, another voice came from the mobile phone on the ground.
"Mr. Jane? Are you talking? What's wrong with you?"
I don't know when the phone was switched to hands-free mode, and Ying's voice was played out by the speaker.
Jian Fanchen was a little embarrassed, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer: "I'm fine, it's getting late and I'm going to bed, you hang up."
There was a pause there, Jian Fanchen thought he was dead.
But after a few seconds, he asked again: "Mr. Jian... Are you using the speakerphone?"
"Well, it's..." Jian Fanchen couldn't continue, because Jian Zhuo's breath suddenly rose, and his neck was really itchy.
While rubbing against him, the person next to his ear said in an angry voice, "Brother, I'm really hungry and uncomfortable..."
Jian Fanchen only heard the aggrieved voice, but didn't see Jianzhuo's Adam's apple slid twice violently at this moment.
Behind him, a pair of dog eyes even turned red.
Seeing Zhuo not giving in, he insisted on Jian Fanchen agreeing to him.
As long as he said something through the loudspeaker, he would also say something in Jian Fanchen's ear.
Although he had already guessed what would happen when he went to Ying's house and was mentally prepared, he overestimated his emotional intelligence.Seeing that Jian Fanchen stayed with Yingming for so long, he was still extremely jealous.
Now Ying Ming Cheng Lian and the others are becoming more and more lazy to pretend, they are all in a hurry, and will definitely seize every opportunity to be alone to attack Jian Fanchen.
Although he knew that Jian Fanchen was very resistant to this kind of overture, who could guarantee that he would not be tempted at all under repeated strong offensives?After all, every one of his opponents is excellent, and some are not only excellent, but also willing to spend their time.
Tonight, after he saw Ying Ming and Jian Fanchen returning from the outside, Ying Ming's eyes showed that wolves were coveting their prey.
He didn't know what happened to them outside, but he couldn't stand just thinking about it.
So he drank on purpose, just to take the opportunity to keep Jian Fanchen.But after finally snatching Jian Fanchen back from the wolf's den, he didn't expect that hungry wolf to chase after him.
Seeing Jian Fanchen calling the wolf and seeing the traces left by the wolf, his eyes turned red.
What made the tense string in his mind almost break was the moment Jian Fanchen was still paying attention to the phone while covering his mouth.
It's easy to lose control after drinking, and he almost gnawed on the fragrant neck.
Like a real dog hook, he wants to leave his breath on Jian Fanchen and swear his sovereignty to other pretenders.
Inside and outside, every inch left his breath.
But he held back.
Evil turned into grievance, just coquettish over and over again.
He wasn't lying, he was really hungry.
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