President, he can't control the Shura field.

Xiao An is a careful and efficient secretary, and transported all of Jian Fanchen's personal belongings to the seaside villa in half a day.But after all, I was too anxious, and there were still some omissions. After dinner, Jian Zhuo sent Jian Fanchen back to pick it up.

Cheng Lian stared at the car slowly driving into the garage, and lit another cigarette in the car.

He asked his current assistant to investigate the whereabouts of the other three people, Jian Zhuo should be attending an important event outside the city today.The new assistant assigned to him by the company is a fan of Jianzhuo. He didn't know the relationship between them, and even specially introduced him to the status of the summit of tomorrow's stars.It is hard to imagine that an academic summit can go out of the circle so much, and several young architects have become gods in recent years.How could Jian Zhuo give up such a good opportunity?

He called his assistant, and the assistant said he was chasing the video replay of God J.

The little assistant was very excited on the phone: "Brother Cheng, I'm watching it right now! Some people in the comment section said that he didn't go to the scene today. No matter how much the organizing committee tried to persuade him, it was useless. He almost couldn't talk about it. In the end, there was no way to make an exception. Let him attend remotely. You want to see me send you the link..."

After finishing the phone call, Cheng Lian smoked his third cigarette of the night.

He was still not decisive enough.

Everyone said he was the one who did things without consideration and without regard to the consequences.But in fact, he is not. His seemingly impulsive actions are all carried out after his precise planning and under full control.Once things start to get out of hand and endanger the people he cares about, he will rein in the precipice.

For example, that time when Jian Fanchen almost fell off the cliff, he would wake up from this nightmare every night after that.

The moment Jian Fanchen fell down in the dream, he was trapped in place by an inexplicable force, unable to move, and was swallowed up in great fear like this.

He began to suspect that it would be dangerous for Jian Fanchen to approach him, and today his worries came true.

Only now did he know that when he was carefully weighing the pros and cons, when he was negotiating with the company with bargaining chips, there was someone who was more careless than him about gains and losses.

So he was still one step too late.

That person is probably better able to protect Jian Fanchen than him.

In the time of a cigarette, the car that had just driven into the garage came out.

He suppressed the emotions in his heart and dialed Xiaoan's phone.

Xiao An answered quickly: "Cheng Lian? Is your match over?"

Cheng Lian cut to the chase: "Secretary An, has Mr. Jian moved?"

Xiaoan: "...Your news is rather fast."

"Where did he move to?"

"Xiao Cheng, the boss wants to be quiet recently. The less people know about the new address, the better."

"Does no one really know?"

"Don't worry, the boss is safe there."

Cheng Lian was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Just be safe."

His voice was very calm, and Xiao An couldn't hear any emotion.

"I saw your company's Weibo. No one thinks about what happened today. Don't worry too much about it."

"Mr. Jian..." Cheng Lian wanted to ask him if he said anything, how he was feeling, and if he was frightened. He wanted to ask a lot, but he felt that asking was unnecessary.

"The boss didn't blame you. It's not easy for you. The entertainment industry is more complicated. You have to protect yourself in the future." Xiao An is like a hard-hearted old father.

"Thank you, Secretary An."

Cheng Lian snuffed out the last butt of his cigarette. Before he knew it, he had smoked so much that his voice was a little hoarse.

He looked at the burn on his hand from the cigarette butt.It didn't hurt too much either.

He got out of the car and threw away the remaining half pack of cigarettes.

He still has to rely on his voice to work hard.He had to protect himself well so as not to let the outside world hurt Jian Fanchen.

After Jian Zhuo confessed to Jian Fanchen, he became less clingy.

After Jian Fanchen moved to the villa, the number of times he went to the villa can be counted on the fingers.

In the past, Jian Fanchen didn't know his intentions, so he was unscrupulous, but now Jian Fanchen knows that he is chasing him, so he has to be cautious in every step.

Firstly, he didn't want to give Jian Fanchen a frivolous impression, and secondly, he was really busy these days.

He still underestimated his influence, and he really didn't expect so many things to happen after the summit.

There are good things and there are bad things.

Jian Fanchen, on the other hand, did two weeks of online work in the villa with peace of mind, and felt very comfortable every day.

For three meals a day, there is a private chef to cook, and there are hourly workers to clean. They are all sent by Xiaoan. They are the ones he used to use in the past. He doesn't have to worry about anything.

Unsurprisingly, Cheng Lian won the championship in the competition, and started touring activities. The trending searches exploded every day, and the topics were dizzying. In addition, the previous anti-illegitimate voice received the support of many mainstays in the circle. Now there is no one Bring that up again.

While eating breakfast made by his private chef, Jian Fanchen looked at Cheng Lian, who was surrounded by flowers in the entertainment news, and looked like a big boss.

In the financial news, Ying's stock price soared, and the young and unsmiling head of the company was being interviewed.

In another headline, Jiang Tang and his new team had just completed a round of financing, and the new company was gaining momentum.

Jian Fanchen took a sip of coffee, looked at the "Star of Tomorrow" magazine in his hand, and saw that the aura on the cover was 6 meters, which was higher than the [-]-meter ceiling in this living room.

life...

Seeing Zhuo, I don't come to the villa very much recently, and I should be traveling frequently recently.

Ever since he came to live here, every time Jian Zhuo came, he would ask him if it was convenient for him in advance.He was obviously the host, but he acted like a guest.

Jian Fanchen asked Xiao An several times if he had found a good house, and Xiao An said that he hadn't found a suitable one yet.He was thinking about moving back to the flat-floor apartment, anyway, the trend has passed now.

It's just that living in this sea view villa is really comfortable.

During Jian Fanchen's online meeting in the morning, he received Jian Zhuo's message.

【Brother, what are you doing tonight?If it’s okay, I’ll cook for you]

After Jian Fanchen agreed, he suddenly had a strange illusion.

He lives in Jian Zhuo's big villa and doesn't go out, Jian Zhuo comes here once in a while, no matter how you look at this configuration, he seems to be a canary being raised.

No, he is the scumbag in the original text, even if he is not a scumbag or a funder now, then he is at least a scumbag.

He wants to strengthen his position.

In the afternoon, when Jian Zhuo showed up at the villa with ingredients and a bouquet, he was still wearing formal attire, and it looked like he had just finished work.

Jian Fanchen felt that this kid had matured a lot after not seeing him for a few days, but the tiredness in his eyes was visible to the naked eye.

After putting the ingredients in the kitchen, Jian Zhuo placed the flowers on the dining table.

"Why do you still buy flowers?"

Jian Zhuo smiled, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Don't you like it, brother?"

Looking at his bloodshot eyes, Jian Fanchen couldn't bear it: "You rest, I'll do it."

"Brother can cook now?"

"...No, I'll let the chef come over." After the first two attempts, he had completely given up on the cooking project.

"Brother, it's hard for me to show it. Just sit and wait." While speaking, Jian Zhuo had already taken out the chopping board and kitchen knife.

Really virtuous.

Jian Fanchen instantly thought of the phrase "The hall is the kitchen".

Jian Zhuo cooked Western food today, and Jian Fanchen seldom ate Western food after returning to China. This meal reminded him of the time when he was studying abroad.

"Brother, are you still used to living here?" Jian Zhuo poured him a glass of red wine.

"Anywhere is fine, but it's too big." Jian Fanchen joked.

Jian Zhuo paused for a moment, and said, "I haven't been here recently, brother, I'm sorry, I will definitely..."

"No, that's not what I meant." Jian Fanchen didn't expect Jian Zhuo's reaction to be so serious, which made him look like a bitter woman, "I mean, your house is very good, and I will let Xiao An follow this standard finding."

Jian Zhuo stopped talking, handed him the goblet, and lowered his head to cut the steak.

Jian Fanchen saw that he had something on his mind, so he asked, "Did something happen to you?"

Jian Zhuo said earnestly while cutting steak with a knife: "I finally confessed my love, and I don't have time to chase my brother. What if my brother is chased away by others..."

It's half joke, half worry.

Jian Fanchen: "..."

What a sentimental little tit.

"Don't think too much, just concentrate on the work at hand. Other things..." Jian Fanchen took the steak he had cut, "We'll talk about it after you're done."

Jian Zhuo was thoughtful, and asked again: "Brother, do you have any plans for New Year's Eve in a few days?"

"No, the chairman and the chairman's wife have gone abroad to play." The old couple have been very chic since they retired, and they don't care about anything if they leave the company to him.

Jian Zhuo showed a pleasant smile again: "You can see the New Year's fireworks on the terrace here, brother, wait for me to come back."

"Are you going on a business trip?" Jian Fanchen asked.

"It's also considered a business trip, just these two days." Jian Zhuo said, "I'll be fine when I'm done."

After eating, Jian Zhuo washed the dishes, Jian Fanchen looked at the flowers Jian Zhuo brought back, and leaned forward to have a look.

The combination of red roses and white roses has a strong aroma, which is not quite like Jianzhuo's usual aesthetics.

Does this kid think that after confessing his love, he must give red roses?

Just as Jian Fanchen was thinking, Jian Zhuo came over: "Brother, what are you looking at?"

"Did you pick this flower?" Jian Fanchen looked at him.

Jian Zhuo looked at the bouquet on the table, but didn't answer directly: "Brother, can I not leave tonight? It's raining heavily outside."

Indeed, it was thundering and raining outside, and it was a heavy rainstorm.

Jian Fanchen was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said: "This is your home, you don't need to ask me."

"Thank you brother! Then let's watch a movie." Jian Zhuo took two bottles of red wine.

"Watching a movie?" Serious or not?

"That's right, don't you usually go to the movies when chasing people? It's just that it's not convenient to go to the movie theater right now, but it doesn't matter, I have a home theater here." Jian Zhuo walked to the sofa and picked up the remote control, "Brother wants to watch ?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen a movie. Let's see it. You choose the movie." Whoever chooses the movie is very knowledgeable. Generally speaking, a gentleman will let the other party choose first.

Jian Zhuo did not shirk, and chose Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

It's really a little boy's taste.

Jian Fanchen watched it when he was in school, and probably remembered that it was about a couple who had a seven-year itch and found out that each other's profession was a secret killer, but I don't remember the rest.

After a movie, two bottles of red wine were drunk.

"I understand." Jian Fanchen ate another popcorn, and found that he hadn't understood it before, "If it wasn't for lying, the two of them wouldn't be together."

Jian Zhuo turned his head and looked at him who was eating popcorn: "I also lied to my brother before, can I be with my brother too?"

Jian Fanchen stopped holding the popcorn, seeing how Zhuo recently became a straight ball player.

Jian Zhuo smiled and took the one in his hand, and put it in his mouth.

His gaze became very deep, bottomless.

The lights were dim and he was drunk, Jian Fanchen turned to look at him.

In this atmosphere, it seems unreasonable not to kiss.

Just as he was thinking, a kiss fell and he pecked gently on his lips.

Jian Fanchen's body froze, the atmosphere was full, he should be the active party, he couldn't admit cowardice, so he kissed back.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier, the glass door was not closed properly, and the wind blew in. Jian Fanchen thought about closing the door, but he was so dazed by the kiss that his body became limp.

Although he is already active enough, he still doesn't seem to have the initiative, Jian Zhuo is more active than him.

The little milk dog turned into a little wolf dog.

On the verge of suffocation, he began to realize that he seemed to have misunderstood Jian Zhuo.

There was another thunder, and he couldn't hear his own voice.

When Jian Fanchen woke up the next day, his head hurt and his lips hurt.

They didn't actually do anything last night, Jian Zhuo held back, because he knew that he would be very busy today and would not be able to take care of Jian Fanchen and take care of Jian Fanchen.

Jian Fanchen remembered what happened last night, and his heart became a little hot.Although it was only a one-night kiss, he still had to be responsible to her.

Although Gougou didn't seem to be that easy to bully, but he still seemed to bite someone yesterday.

When Jian Zhuo comes back, he will take the initiative to confess his love.

Breakfast was ready on the table when he came downstairs.

Jian Zhuo left a note for him 【Brother, good morning, wait for me to come back】

Next to the note is the book of western poetry he gave him back then, and the red wine cork from yesterday's opening.

"Why did you bring out the collection of poems so early?" He casually flipped through the catalog, there were also reading notes drawn by Jian Zhuo.

He picked up the wine cork again by chance and took a look, last time Jian Zhuo gave him one with his birthday on it, but this time the number seemed to be nothing special.

He pursed his lips, put down the cork, and just took a sip of orange juice when his phone rang.

"Boss." It was Xiao An.

"Morning, what's the matter?" Jian Fanchen put down the orange juice.

"I just went to the court with my colleagues from the legal department to deliver a document. I met an old acquaintance. He told me an important matter related to Jianzhuo."

"Jian Zhuo?" Jian Fanchen stood up and walked to the French window, "What's wrong?"

"He said that Jianzhuo's studio has gotten into trouble recently, and a developer has exploded, who happened to be their client last year."

"Is it a big influence?"

"It's very big. It is said that they won the bid at the time and there were many people staring at them. Now that something happened to the developer, they can't get away from it." Xiao An sounded more anxious than him, "Boss, Jianzhuo, didn't he tell you anything? "

"No." It was obvious that Jian Zhuo didn't want to tell him, so he kept it a secret until now.

"Both the Public Security Bureau and the Procuratorate have been involved in this matter. It's a big deal, but it hasn't been exposed yet. Do we have to prepare for how to deal with it?" Xiao An thought carefully, after all, Jane's had a contract with Jianzhuo, in case There must be a evasion when they are involved.

"Okay, I see, you pay attention first, let me think about it."

Jian Fanchen clicked on the address book, and remembered that Jian Zhuo said that he would have a meeting all day today and might have to shut down the phone.

As soon as we met yesterday afternoon, he realized that Jian Zhuo's emotions were not right.

He turned his head to look at the dining table, and the bouquet of roses was also very strange.As he approached, a few petals fell off the table, unlike those that fell off naturally, and there was no trace of watering.

This can be said to be very strange, Jian Fanchen became alert.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the collection of poems on the dining table, and realized something.

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