President, he can't control the Shura field.

Just as Jian Fanchen looked at the bathroom door hesitantly, there was a scorching voice outside the door.

"Brother, did you not bring a bath towel?"

"Yes..." Jian Fanchen walked to the door awkwardly, "I forgot."

The outside said: "Then open the door."

Jian Fanchen paused while holding the doorknob, and just opened a crack, a white bath towel stretched in.

"Thank you." He took it and quickly closed the door.

It's embarrassing to forget about things in other people's homes.

The water vapor in the bathroom wafted out, hot and humid and fragrant, Jian Zhuo's face felt hot.

After Jian Fanchen put on his nightgown, he wiped a line on the foggy mirror with his palm, and saw his flushed face from the hot water.

He felt very strange, just for a moment he was a little weirdly nervous.

He is used to being served on weekdays, but why would he feel a little embarrassed when he was found without a bath towel today?

baffling.

When he came out of the bathroom, Jian Fanchen found that Jian Zhuo was not in the living room, but ran to the balcony again.

I'm still a child, and I just got a fever yesterday, but I don't have a long memory, and I always feel that I am in good health and can resist it.

He went to the balcony to catch him back, but he regretted it as soon as he pushed the glass door open.

Jian Zhuo was making a video call, and he happened to be in the shot from this angle.

The woman in the video paused and asked, "Did you bring someone home?"

Jian Zhuo turned around and saw him, smiled sweetly, and introduced generously: "It's my mother."

The woman on the screen looked very young, not like a mother with such a big child.

It is daytime over there, and the background should be in Europe.

Jian Fanchen greeted the camera politely: "Auntie...Hi Auntie..."

"What a handsome little brother, boyfriend?"

Jian Zhuo turned the camera to the side, not wanting to show her: "This is my boss."

Seeing her mother's voice raised a little: "Boss? Don't you even let me take a look? You heartless little bastard, can I still eat your boyfriend?"

Jian Zhuo rubbed his temples: "Don't be so excited, it's inconvenient to show you in pajamas."

Jian Fanchen still had half of his face in the camera, a little embarrassed, smiled and said: "Auntie, don't get me wrong, I'm not a boyfriend of Jianzhuo... I just borrowed a bathroom to take a shower, and I'll leave right away."

Seeing her mother smiled meaningfully: "Isn't it your boyfriend?"

Jian Zhuo didn't speak, and turned back.

Jian Fanchen stood behind him and saw his hair spinning.

Seeing her mother, she said, "Then why don't you go see Xiaoxi?"

Jian Zhuo frowned, and glanced at Jian Fanchen: "I'm very busy, so I don't have time to see others."

Jian Fanchen is very familiar with this kind of dialogue. When Jian's mother arranged a blind date for him before, she was soft-spoken like this.He didn't make a sound, stepped back wisely, and closed the glass door.

"Are you busy? Then I'll let him come to your school to find you." Jian mother continued.

Jian Zhuo's eyes and thoughts are no longer on the chat video: "Mom, I don't go to school recently, don't worry about it."

"I'm too lazy to talk to you. I'm afraid that you only know that you will end up alone after you work. The little brother is very handsome, so polite. Let me meet you when you go back sometime." Seeing her mother laughed like silver bells a few more times, "Alright, the driver is here, ByeDarling~"

After hanging up the video, Jian Zhuo opened the door and went in, and found that Jian Fanchen was seriously studying the dryer.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Jian Fanchen scratched the back of his head and asked embarrassingly, "How do you use this in your house? I want to dry my clothes."

Jian Zhuo walked over, saw Jian Fanchen's shirt in the dryer, and said, "I'll get it for you later, I won't wear it tonight anyway."

Jian Fanchen froze for a moment: "How can I go home if I don't wear it? I can't go back in your nightgown."

Jian Zhuo looked at him and said embarrassingly, "Brother, I thought you weren't leaving tonight, so I called the driver to leave first..."

Jian Fanchen: "..."

He glanced at the time, it was too late to call him back.

"Brother, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had to go back. I'll see you off tomorrow morning." Gougou began to act obediently again, "Are you hungry? The chicken porridge will have to wait for a while."

"Porridge? Didn't you finish it just now?" And it's plain porridge, so there's no such thing as chicken porridge.

"I just cooked it. I ate all your porridge. I cooked it for you." Gougou looked at him flatteringly, full of guilt.

I don't know if Jian Fanchen thought much about what his mother said just now.

Jian Fanchen was really hungry when he smelled the smell of meat.He has nothing to worry about leaving, but it's not good to always stay in other people's homes, especially after being misunderstood by his parents.

However, Jian Zhuo really looks like his mother.Beauty is definitely hereditary.

"Your mother is so young, she looks like she's in her early thirties," he said.

"I'm over 40, but my temper is still like a little girl, and I'm living in Europe now." Jian Zhuo said something about his mother, no more, no less, just right.

He wanted to share about himself with Jian Fanchen, including the environment he grew up in, but he didn't dare to talk too much at once, for fear that Jian Fanchen wouldn't like to listen.

"Anyway, she is a very casual person." Finally he said, "I only look for me once in ten and a half months."

"Are you looking for a blind date?" Jian Fanchen jokingly took a sip of sparkling water.

"Brother!" Gougou's eyes widened, "What are you thinking? The Xiaoxi she mentioned just now is our former neighbor..."

He really wanted to deny it, but looking into Jian Fanchen's eyes, he couldn't lie, so he felt a little downcast.

"Okay...he has such an idea, but I won't talk to him." Gougou swore.

"That's right, you are only twenty, and you will have a lot of opportunities in the future." Jian Fanchen said that, but his heart relaxed, and he didn't even notice this change.

As he spoke, he added half-jokingly: "It's not too late to go on a blind date when you reach my age."

"Brother," Gougou said harmlessly, "Have you ever been arranged for a blind date?"

"Yes, I am of the same age, and I don't like to socialize. Our parents always arrange blind dates for me, which is a headache." He rubbed the center of his brows helplessly as he spoke.

"Then have you been there?" Gougou put away the smile in his eyes.

"No." Jian Fanchen shook his head, "How to go to these occasions, it's embarrassing to think about."

He doesn't like socializing, and meeting strangers is inevitable at work, but it's all business.And he doesn't know how to communicate with strangers in such a private occasion.

"Brother, can I ask... what kind do you like?" Gougou looked at him, and took a sip of the water at hand.When he asked this question, he was actually very nervous.

But Jian Fanchen hadn't thought about this question, he had never been in love, and he had never been attracted to anyone.

"I haven't thought about it," he said truthfully. "Let it be."

He was suddenly a little sleepy, covered his mouth and yawned, then stretched with tears in his eyes.

Jian Zhuo pursed his lips, looked away, and went to get the water at hand, almost knocking over the glass.

"Then what type do you like?" Jian Fanchen yawned and continued chatting.

It's a natural small talk, and the chat can only continue when you ask me.

Unexpectedly, Jian Zhuo stopped talking, stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly got up and went to the desk, opened the drawer and brought something over.

"Brother, I forgot to give you this last time."

Jian Fanchen took it over and saw that it was a chess piece made of red wine cork.

"back?"

He remembered that the last time Jian Zhuo made a king in Xidao, he said it looked good, but he lacked a queen.

"It's been done a long time ago, and I haven't had a chance to give it to you." Jian Zhuo smiled, but his tone was very serious.

"It's really suitable. I'll take it back and make a pair." Jian Fanchen started to play with it.

There is a string of numbers on the side of the cork, which should be the year the grapes were picked, or the year of the winery.

This year is the year he was born.

Inadvertently, but pleasantly surprised.

He raised his head to look at Jian Zhuo, and met his eager eyes.

"Where did you find it?" he asked.

"I went to a winery before, and I happened to see your vintage, so I stayed." Jian Zhuo said.

Jian Fanchen smiled, turned the wine cork over again, and read the words on the wine label.

"Valentine?" Valentine?

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "The name of the winery?"

"En." Jian Zhuo nodded, "It's the name of the winery."

Jian Fanchen smiled again, and continued to play with the chess pieces in his hand.For a moment, he thought it meant something.

I can't tell you how I feel now.

"There is a tradition in this winery," Jian Zhuo continued, "If you give the cork to someone you like, you can declare your success."