little lover

Zhuo Yifan ran around, and after feeding Han Qiaoye, he went back to feed the cat. Sometimes he would observe Han Qiaoye in the same way as a yellow cat. He thought this man was quite interesting.

He seems to know everything, but doesn't care much about anything. Occasionally, when he is a little nervous, it is also to cope with his second brother's inspection. He has been busy for a day or two, so that the other party can't find anything wrong.

It looked a bit like they were taking exams at school, and Han Qiaoye, who let them go to school, was probably the kind of public enemy of the whole school who made a surprise attack one night before the exam and still got high scores the next day.Moreover, this person deliberately kept a little level, insisting on not being ahead, and only took the second place, and he took it with peace of mind.

Zhuo Yifan had already figured out that the Han brothers were fighting for power in the company, and made up a series.

How miserable.

Zhuo Yifan thought so, and put his heart into preparing the meals for Han Qiaoye. Han Qiaoye didn't say anything, but he was very happy in his heart. Sometimes he would bring back some desserts for Zhuo Yifan, and let him eat while watching SpongeBob SquarePants He treats him like he treats his little nephew—they are all unenlightened little animals, and they feel comfortable when they are kept by their side.

Sometimes when I’m in a good mood, I’ll chat with Zhuo Yifan. They don’t have much in common. Zhuo Yifan is a two-dimensional boy who loves comics and figurines. Yuanli's world is more interesting. His "figures" are different from those of Zhuo Yifan. They are probably specimens of small animals, and they are all for medical use.

When the two chatted, the only topics they could talk about were Fang Jingyao and Long Yu.

Han Qiaoye and Long Yu are classmates in high school, and the two are family friends. They know each other well. Zhuo Yifan especially likes to listen to him talking about these things. He has his master in mind and is willing to exchange information with Han Qiaoye, thinking that he can help a little. It's also good that his master is busy.

What Han Qiaoye thought was similar to him. Long Yu had always been the "other family's child" that their family talked about. Except for a little indifference, the rest was smooth sailing.This was the first time Dr. Long moved Fanxin. Han Qiaoye was curious and gossipy, and asked a few questions about Fang Jingyao.

But he just asked casually, but Zhuo Yifan answered seriously, wishing he could lift his little chin and blow for hours, never ending boasting about his master.

"My master is the best. When I received the award in the first year, I won the silver award. I just wanted to see who won the gold award. Because in the voting that year, he was more than 200 points higher than me. Later, when I saw him, I thought, sooner or later, I must surpass him." Zhuo Yifan said: "I am still on the way of progress until today, and if my master doesn't stop every day, I will catch up with him every day."

Zhuo Yifan said again: "Sometimes I feel impetuous, so I go to see my master, guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and live indifferently."

Han Qiaoye thought about it carefully, and said, "Your master was not so indifferent to the world when he was in high school. He was chased and beaten by our old principal at that time, and he could run several floors."

Zhuo Yifan: "..."

Zhuo Yifan insisted: "That's called pyrotechnics, down-to-earth, understand."

Han Qiaoye watched him brag.

Zhuo Yifan said solemnly: "In our comic competition business, we not only fight for mental and physical strength, but also mental perseverance. It is different from your economic output. We are engaged in cultural output, and we are doing it for a long time. Output." He thought for a while and concluded, "This is a tough battle, you don't understand."

Han Qiaoye said: "Yes, you understand, can you continue to talk about what you have exported?"

Zhuo Yifan said triumphantly again that he and his master had won too many awards, big and small, basically winning all the awards in the industry, and there were a few foreign ones, and I picked a few of the big names.Especially when he was talking about going out with his master, the excitement came to his eyes again.

Han Qiaoye thought it was interesting at first, but soon turned his attention to Zhuo Yifan, raised his eyebrows and said, "I said, are you interested in your master?"

Zhuo Yifan said: "You are talking nonsense!"

Han Qiaoye looked at him for a while, then his eyes fell on his ear: "Then why are you blushing?"

Zhuo Yifan's ears turned red, he stared at him and said, "It's nothing, I, I'm off to work!"

After Han Qiaoye finished teasing, he suddenly felt bored.

He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and glanced at the fruits on the coffee table, feeling sour in his heart, thinking that he would just wash a plate right now, and if Fang Jingyao was replaced, the little white hair might just be peeled and cut into pieces Did you hand feed it to your mouth?

When Zhuo Yifan was about to leave, Han Qiaoye suddenly said, "I'll pick you up tomorrow night, and we'll go out to eat."

Zhuo Yifan didn't react, and said suspiciously: "If you have a place to eat, I won't come, I'm still working on the manuscript."

Han Qiaoye said: "Didn't you ask me that day, where can I buy things? I'll take you there after dinner."

Zhuo Yifan hesitated.

Han Qiaoye said again: "You also want to see where Master High School is? I'll take you there along the way."

Zhuo Yifan thought about it and agreed.

He listened to it many times and was really curious.

When Han Qiaoye went to pick up Zhuo Yifan the next day, Zhuo Yifan really dressed himself up seriously.

He was wearing a ripped denim jacket with a few strange marks on it, and signatures on the back and sleeves. It looked like he was wearing a tattered suit, but his face was too handsome and stiff. Pulling up his clothes, he looked more like a starlet who just walked out of a concert.

Han Qiaoye sized him up seriously, then suddenly smiled and said, "All right, you can wear this too."

Zhuo Yifan was baffled by what he heard. This is NEWS's limited-edition signed dress, signed by all six people. It is simply a rare dream dress, and it is the most precious dress he brought.He secretly looked at Han Qiaoye. Mr. Xiao Han looked decent in his clothes, but the color of his clothes was rare and low-key. He was wearing a smoky gray one. It seemed that he was not so sharp. He looked sideways at the car and stared ahead. Very handsome.

Zhuo Yifan asked him, "Where are we going?"

Han Qiaoye said, "You will know when you go."

Han Qiaoye took Zhuo Yifan to dinner, and he didn't have any good intentions. His family introduced a girl to him, and Xiao Han couldn't refuse, but bringing a child with him was enough to express his incomprehension.

The girl opposite looked at Zhuo Yifan, then at Han Qiaoye, and quickly focused her gaze on Han Qiaoye. Her face was gentle and demure, and she didn't look offended at all. She even spoke in a soft voice: "Han Qiaoye Brother, long time no see, I was still studying when we met last time, and now I have graduated."

Han Qiaoye smiled and said, "It's true, she has grown into a big girl."

The girl's face was flushed, and she looked like a delicate rose under the candlelight, shy and timid.

Zhuo Yifan watched coldly, and while chewing the beef in his mouth, he thought: It wasn't the one before, the girl who called before was more delicate.

He looked up at Han Qiaoye again, thinking that this guy is really gorgeous.

When Han Qiaoye got along with the girl, it was completely different from when he was at home, and he spoke a lot softer, and the tone of exasperation was gone. Although he seemed a little polite and distant, the girl was very enthusiastic, and seemed to regard it as a A polite and gentlemanly demeanor.

Zhuo Yifan listened to him talking about red wine with the girl there, couldn't help but rolled his eyes in his heart, took advantage of the gap when they stopped, got up and said: "I've finished eating, you take your time, I'll go there Take a look."

Han Qiaoye reached out and grabbed his wrist, not letting him go: "Yifan, why do you eat so little? The dessert hasn't arrived yet. Wait a little longer."

Zhuo Yifan also smiled and said, "It's okay, Brother Han, there is a dessert shop over there, I'll go buy it myself."

Han Qiaoye didn't let go of him, hinting, "Did you not bring any money?"

Zhuo Yifan touched his pocket, pretending to be enlightened, and just as a smile appeared on Han Qiaoye's face, he saw the poor boy stretch out his hand and said, "Brother Han, please lend me some. Just give it a few hundred."

Han Qiaoye: "..."