little lover

After Han Qiaoye got Zhuo Yifan's words, he was not in a hurry at all. His child wanted to fall in love, so he would accompany him to have a serious talk.

Han Qiaoye asked him, "Are you full tonight? I see that you have been serving Teacher Fang there, and you haven't eaten a few bites yourself."

Zhuo Yifan said: "It's fine if you fall asleep, but you're really hungry when you say that."

Han Qiaoye was in a good mood, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Where is the kitchen, I'll go and make you something to eat."

Zhuo Yifan took him all the way there. His studio occupied the first floor. In addition to the work area, it was divided into a separate pantry and kitchenette. Next to the kitchenette, there was a small area for resting alone. Several sofas.

It was Han Qiaoye's first visit to his work place, and it was very different from what he had imagined. He thought it would be a doghouse in a mess when he was rushing to draft, but now it seems that it is quite tidy, especially Zhuo Yifan's desk, which is quite different from the one he imagined. The surrounding circle is the cleanest in comparison, and the housework expert is not in vain.

Han Qiaoye looked at Xinxin and asked, "You are renting such a big place, and there are not many people." Looking at all the desks, there are only a few people.

Zhuo Yifan said: "I didn't rent it, my dad bought it for me."

Han Qiaoye: "..."

Han Qiaoye remembered the way his little fool breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the money just now, and suddenly his mood was complicated. Zhuo Yifan guessed that he was really not short of money.He went to the small kitchen, took some vegetables and a box of meat from the refrigerator, and asked him while washing the vegetables and cooking, "What does your family do?"

Zhuo Yifan sat on the side and waited in a good mood. He hadn't eaten Han Qiaoye's cooking for a long time, and when he heard his question, he replied, "My family? My parents run a company, and my mother has gone abroad now. My dad is still in China, and his factory is too big to move, and he doesn't want to." Zhuo Yifan mentioned the names of several mines.

Han Qiaoye almost broke a handful of celery in his hand. He looked up at Zhuo Yifan and asked again, "Is that from your family?"

Zhuo Yifan nodded and said, "Yes."

Han Qiaoye looked at him up and down, as if he was looking at a gold doll. He said that it was pure gold. There are associated mines, and the gold content is calculated in tons every year, whether it is mined or incidentally extracted.

Han Qiaoye felt a little stressed for no reason. After washing the vegetables, he talked to him while cutting, "Why did your father want to open a studio for you? I thought he wanted you to go back and take over."

Zhuo Yifan said, "I'm here to accompany my master."

Han Qiaoye laughed and said, "Then you should be in Teacher Fang's studio and accompany him on the saddle. No, if I were your father, I would sign Teacher Fang and let him stay here with you."

Zhuo Yifan snorted, and said disapprovingly: "My dad doesn't think so. He said it's not good for me to bother Master all the time. My Master also needs to have his own space. He dug a mine before and made a fortune. At that time, I wanted to stay here and draw comics, so he opened a studio for me to learn to be self-reliant."

Han Qiaoye glanced at him, not wanting to expose it.

He also heard a few words from Teacher Fang, but the result was the same, but the process was definitely different.

How could he remember that what Teacher Fang said was that Zhuo Yifan's father spoiled children very much. If Zhuo Yifan lost his temper with him, he would call and complain to Teacher Fang; but Zhuo Yifan played too well with Teacher Fang , he was also jealous there.It is obviously not the original intention to be able to say such righteous words. It is clear that he wants to draw his son into his camp and please him personally, okay?

Han Qiaoye sighed, feeling that the Long March still had a long way to go.

For some reason, he suddenly understood Boss Zhuo's thoughts very well.

After a while, Han Qiaoye made two side dishes and another bowl of noodles, and took them to the dining table to watch Zhuo Yifan eat.

Zhuo Yifan's food was delicious and sweet, and he especially liked the bowl of noodles. He even drank the soup cleanly.

Han Qiaoye looked very satisfied and asked him, "Do you want more?"

Zhuo Yifan shook his head and said, "No more, I'm full, I can't even walk now."

Han Qiaoye stood up and hugged him horizontally. Zhuo Yifan was startled, put his arms around his neck and said, "Where are you taking me?"

Han Qiaoye said, "You can't walk anymore, I'll carry you to the bedroom."

A part of Zhuo Yifan's studio was separated as a place for him to rest. There was a single room attached to it, which was neatly tidied up. There was a basketball next to the bed, and there were a few posters of NBA stars pasted on the bed, which was similar to that of ordinary adults. Same for the boy's room.Han Qiaoye took a look and found it very familiar. He also liked these things in high school. After putting them on the bed, he leaned over and saw Zhuo Yifan staring at him with wide eyes. Han Qiaoye laughed and said, "Hey, Do you have to close your eyes when kissing, I'm too embarrassed to kiss you if you look at me like this."

As he said so, he still kissed him. First he kissed the eyelashes, and after he closed his eyes, he kissed along the bridge of his nose to the tip of his nose. Finally, he kissed on his lips for a while, and took a light bite. : "Go to sleep, I'll go back first, and I'll pick you up for dinner at noon tomorrow."

Zhuo Yifan said: "Tomorrow I will..."

Han Qiaoye answered, "Going to school, I have your schedule."

Zhuo Yifan bent his eyes and laughed, lay there wrapped in a blanket, and waved to him: "Hey, then I'll wait for you!"

Han Qiaoye felt itchy, stole another kiss, and left.

After going back, Han Qiaoye himself thought about it for a long time and couldn't fall asleep. He got up and looked through financial magazines, and saw Zhuo Yifan's father before he could find two.

He looked at the unshaven and tough-looking Boss Zhuo on the cover photo, hesitated for a while, and then opened the column that interviewed him, and after reading it carefully, he didn't see any personal preferences, and turned on the computer again I checked some previous interviews on the Internet, and I didn't even miss the gossip and lace news. The focus was on his personal preferences.

Teacher Fang has to conquer, and my own father can't relax his vigilance.

He went to bed late at night, and woke up later the next day. It was past ten o'clock when Han Qiaoye went downstairs to eat breakfast. He yawned and went down to drink a bowl of porridge. He happened to meet Ms. Song Jingqiu sitting there with his family. On the phone, we chatted for more than half an hour, just chatting about homework.

While Han Qiaoye was sitting there drinking porridge, he still didn't forget to take his mobile phone to check the information. When Song Jingqiu came over, he changed the page and searched for a serious financial news.

Song Jingqiu sat there, beaming and said, "Qiao Ye, there will be a rehearsal in the troupe in a few days..."

Han Qiaoye interrupted her and said, "Let's say it first, I won't go, Mom, I just went out with you last time, and someone gave me a business card."

Song Jingqiu also remembered that when the third son went back last time, he was surrounded by two or three scouts at the door, chasing him and asking him if he had a star dream and if he wanted to be a star.She laughed, waved her hands and said, "You don't need to go, I've found someone."

Han Qiaoye said, "Who is it?"

Song Jingqiu said: "You forgot, the distant relative who came to our house last time, you still have to call him cousin, didn't he come to the capital to develop, open a bar or something, it just so happened that his child At the film school. I just told him that it would be a chance for his children to try out a role in a few days."

Han Qiaoye thought for a while, and said, "The one who married a foreigner? I remember his child was born on May [-]st. What's his name, Xiao Wu?"

Song Jingqiu said: "Yes, it's him. He was divorced two years ago, and it's not easy to bring a child by himself."

Han Qiaoye nodded, and asked casually, "How old is his child?"

Song Jingqiu said: "How old are you, you are just in your third year of junior high school."

Han Qiaoye thought it was a coincidence that he was in the same grade as his family's little fool, but Zhuo Yifan majored in animation, which was out of the ordinary.

Meanwhile, at school—

Zhuo Yifan packed his bag and was about to carry it on his back. His roommate in the dormitory hugged his leg tightly, refusing to let him take a step out of the room. He was a boy of mixed race who was tall and big, and he pretended to be with a three-year-old Same, crying and begging him to stay.

Zhuo Yifan tugged at him and said, "Let go, let go! Bai Xiaowu, my pants are about to fall off!"

Bai Shaowu refused, he looked up at Zhuo Yifan, pleading in his eyes: "Brother Fan, Brother Fan, you can't leave, you can't leave the brothers alone, I fell from platinum to gold, and I'm about to turn into silver Saint Seiya now...Brother Fan, you can't just focus on falling in love and don't care about your brother's life or death, right?!"

Zhuo Yifan said indifferently: "Yes, let go!"

Bai Shaowu refused, and cried and begged him: "Let's play the last game, please, take me a game. I invite you to my house for a drink. There is a big sister who sings very well at my dad's bar. , I'll take you to drink and listen to music, okay?" His family opened a bar in Gongti, and there is also a place where they can sing, and they usually go there for class gatherings or hanging out with good friends. Yifan always lives in the dormitory for foreign students, and took his roommate, Brother Fan, there several times.

Zhuo Yifan glanced down at his watch and said to him, "No, no matter what, it will take more than 20 minutes to finish a game. You are too good to carry it."

The handsome guy hugging his legs was about to cry. Before he could speak, he heard Zhuo Yifan say: "Wait for me to come back at night, and I will take you to Jinjin."

After getting this guarantee, he immediately let go of Zhuo Yifan with a smile on his face and said, "Chengcheng, Brother Fan, go slowly, Brother Fan, please be happy!"

Zhuo Yifan was amused by him, and said, "You guys in the acting department are all so thick-skinned, or is it just you?"

Bai Shaowu said happily: "This is called experiential acting training, bringing real feelings into life. Brother Fan, come back early, and don't sleep out at night. I will wait for you in the dormitory!"

Zhuo Yifan blushed, coughed and said, "Stop talking nonsense, I'm serious about dating, and I want to take it step by step. I won't tell you anymore, I'm leaving."

Bai Shaowu sent him away respectfully.