President, he can't control the Shura field.

Jian Fanchen was in a dilemma, the person in front of him couldn't be pushed away, and the person on the phone refused to hang up.

"Hiss—" He instinctively sucked in a breath of air, and scratched his hand.It was probably because Ying Ming grabbed his wrist too hard when he was at the riverside, and now he is being held by Jian Zhuo again, so he felt a little pain later.

Hearing the sound of him being in pain, Jian Zhuo immediately let go of his wrist, and clasped his fingers tightly together.

Before Jian Fanchen could react, there was another voice on the phone.

"Mr. Jian? What's the voice?" Yingming became alert and repeated confirmation, "Is there anyone else around you?"

"No... I'm at home..." Jian Fanchen answered with difficulty, subconsciously denying it.But he couldn't speak a word intermittently because his neck was really itchy.

Ying Ming was very cautious, and asked after two seconds: "Is the voice just now yours?"

"Well, it's me..." Jian Fanchen tried to move a small step, but was pulled back again.

The drunk dog Gou lay on his shoulder and yelled, his voice became louder and louder.

He was afraid that Jian Zhuo's voice would be transmitted into the microphone, but he didn't dare to cover his mouth any more, so he could only comfort him in a low voice: "Shh...don't make trouble, if you're quiet, I'll eat it for you."

Gougou's attitude softened a little, but his request was also more specific: "I want to eat now..."

"Okay, now I'll eat it for you...the porridge is over there, let me go over there." Jian Fanchen said.

He had tried his best to lower his voice, but because of the position, he was facing the direction of the phone, Ying Ming still heard something.

"President Jian, are you talking?"

"Um……"

Probably sensing his reluctance to continue the conversation, Ying Ming said, "As long as you get home safely, then I won't bother you. What you said... I will think carefully about it. It's my fault today, I hope I didn't scare you." your turn."

Jian Fanchen has reached the limit of his patience, and he feels that if this continues, he will be exposed.

He gritted his teeth, finally stabilized his breath, and said, "Don't think too much. My phone is out of battery, so let's do this first."

After the call was finally cut off, Jian Fanchen breathed a long sigh of relief as if half of his burden had been unloaded. .

But in the next second, he felt even hotter in his neck.

Humid hot flashes.

He was stunned for a moment, then raised his head when he saw Zhuo.

The wet eyes are red.

"Why are you crying?" Jian Fanchen's first reaction was that he was too aggressive just now to scare people into tears, so he turned sideways to take out a tissue.

But Gougou didn't want tissues, so Gougou said, "Brother, do your hands still hurt?"

Very nasal.

Jian Fanchen was taken aback again, only then did he realize that one of his hands was still holding Jian Zhuo.

Gougou raised his hand and said, "Did I hurt brother?"

Poor and harmless.

For some reason, Jian Fanchen suddenly felt a little hot on his face.

Jian Zhuo was very close to him, so close that the tip of his nose could almost touch him.

The eyes that had cried were still staring at him aggrievedly.

A blurry image flashed in Jian Fanchen's mind, as if they were so close when they fell asleep last night.

Everyone behaves differently after drinking too much, some people talk a lot, some people are very quiet, Jian Fanchen belongs to that kind of quiet, he basically falls asleep after drinking too much.

He felt that Jianzhuo obviously didn't belong to the quiet category, but it wasn't noisy, it just became like a child.

Cry when you are attacked, cry when you can't eat.

"You didn't do it," n*f Jian Fanchen pulled out his hand and moved his wrist, "It doesn't hurt anymore, look."

Gougou looked at his wrist, and the grievance did not disappear, on the contrary, it became even more aggrieved.

He didn't want others to leave traces on Jian Fanchen's body.

He stared at Jian Fanchen's wrist, that light red was so eye-catching.

"Brother...he said just now, what did you tell him today?" Gou Gou looked at him.

"Yingming?" Jian Fanchen thought about it for a while, "Oh, I said I would terminate the contract with him."

Gougou blinked his small round eyes with a puzzled look on his face.

Jian Fanchen knew that he was now unresponsive to the effects of alcohol, so he explained patiently: "He is now the CEO of his own family business, so there is no reason for him to be my assistant."

Jian Zhuo seemed to think for a few seconds.

By analogy, the other two people have no reason to rely on Jian Fanchen's side.After all, one is a superstar and the other is the heir of Jane's rival company.

Seeing that he was in a daze, Jian Fanchen assumed that he hadn't reacted yet, and turned around to serve the porridge.

"Go and sit down, I'll serve it for you." Jian Fanchen said.

Jian Zhuo obediently sat down at the dining table.

He doesn't want to drink porridge now, but because Jian Fanchen served it, he must drink it.

"Brother, don't you want to eat?" He knew that Jian Fanchen didn't eat anything today, even less than him.

Jian Fanchen looked into the pot.He originally wanted to eat it too, but it was the first time he cooked porridge, he cooked it less, and he could eat it again, so he saw it all.

It was the first time in his life that he successfully cooked food, and he wanted to try it himself.But this porridge was originally made for breakfast for the sick, and this drunk tonight must be considered half a sick.

"I'm not hungry," he said. "Eat quickly."

Jian Zhuo's mood improved a lot, and he was very happy to eat this bowl of porridge.

Jian Fanchen, an idiot in life, was inexplicably virtuous tonight, and actually started to wash the pot.

He felt that he was an adult here, and he couldn't let a sick and unconscious child do these things.

Jian Zhuo didn't expect that Jian Fanchen would take the initiative to do these things. Seeing Jian Fanchen turn on the faucet, he immediately stood up.

"Brother, don't wash it, just leave it..." Before he finished speaking, Jian Fanchen, who didn't know how to do housework, got his clothes wet.

He quickly turned off the tap.

The shirt was wet and stuck to his abdominal muscles, revealing obvious lines.

"...Brother, go take a shower and change your clothes." Jian Zhuo directly reached out to take the pot brush in his hand.

Jian Fanchen hesitated: "You brush? Can you do it? Are you still dizzy?"

"I'm not dizzy anymore, I won't be dizzy when I'm full." Gougou smiled under the warm yellow light, his whole body was warm.

"Really?" Jian Fanchen was dubious.

"Really." The eyes that were still red just now suddenly became extremely clear, "I drank the tea before, and I didn't feel dizzy at all."

Jian Fanchen heard that Zhuo's voice was normal, and nodded.He was a little cold, so he went into the bathroom.

His slippers last night were placed at the door of the bathroom, they were exactly the same style as Jian Zhuo's brand, and they were about the same size.

He glanced at the wall, yesterday's nightgown was still hanging, and it was the same color as the left and right of Jian Zhuo.There are also two toothbrushes on the table, one black and one white.

This gave him the illusion that he always lived here.

He took off his clothes and quickly took a hot shower.The marks on my wrists faded so much after the shower that they were almost invisible.

But suddenly he realized something.

In the original setting of the story, his strength is much greater than these male protagonists. After all, he dominates in bed, but now he finds that this setting is invalid...

His attacking character was actually shorter than Shou, so he endured it.But now no matter which hero it is, even Jian Zhuo is stronger than him.This is difficult for him to understand.

And these canaries, look, don't they look a bit soft and soft?Even if it is burning, sometimes the boyfriend's strength is maxed out.

He began to suspect that the setting of this world might be completely different from what he knew.

After spending a few minutes doubting his life, he realized something urgent.

He forgot to take the towel.