little lover

Zhuo Yifan said that he only wanted Master, but he couldn't completely abandon his work.

His master moved to live with Dr. Long, and he didn't have a place to cook and deliver soup, so he could only stay in the hotel alone and draw sketches.

Sun An called several times to remind him, but Zhuo Yifan annoyed him a little, so he blacklisted his mobile phone number, and only sent him a text message every day to report his safety, and didn't say much about the rest.

The only communication they had was emails. After all, they had to send sketches to Sun An and the others. Although the notebook they brought was inconvenient to use, it was still good enough for work.

When Sun An replied to the email, he tried to persuade him again: "Boss, come back, isn't Teacher Fang all right? What are you still doing there?"

Zhuo Yifan replied with two words: "Shut up."

Sun An refused, and sent another letter, almost begging: "If you don't come back, I can't find a reason to lie to Mr. Zhuo! Mr. Zhuo has been asking us why we call you every time since yesterday They are not in the studio, if you don't come back, President Zhuo will come in person!"

Zhuo Yifan said, "You charged him again!"

Sun An was also devastated: "I don't want to accept it, but Mr. Zhuo must give it! If I don't accept him, he will fire me. Boss, please do me a favor and transfer all my files from Mr. Zhuo. I really don’t want to live the life of a double agent, if I knew this, my university wouldn’t ask the company for a penny..."

Zhuo Yifan looked at the long paragraphs sent by Sun An, and dug his ears, his ears were almost calloused.What Sun An kept saying over and over was basically the same, what university was funded by the company, and the company let him work hard after graduation. He entered the workplace full of confidence, but who knew that he was sent by Boss Zhuo to watch over his son!

A young man with unfulfilled ambitions, a person who was tricked by his boss into becoming a special assistant nanny, a person who will be sandwiched between the Zhuo family and his son after a while to inquire about each other's news and both sides are in a dilemma.

In such difficult days, Sun An even learned how to draw dots and colors by himself. Sometimes he looked down at the paintbrush in his hand and couldn't help admiring himself.

So fucking dedicated.

Zhuo Yifan knew his kindness very well, so he was very patient with Sun An: "I'll give you twice the salary, you hold on to my dad, and give me a few more days."

Sun An persistently chased him and asked, "How long is it?"

Zhuo Yifan said vaguely, "Just, two or three days."

Only then did Sun An stop.

Zhuo Yifan breathed a sigh of relief. His father was different from his mother. His mother gave him a half-brother. She usually spent most of her time with her younger son, and her guilt towards him became more and more serious. It became a lot of money and gifts.Although his father found another one here, he never had a child. He focused all his attention on his only son, and I don't know if his father is middle-aged and has lost the fighting spirit he had when he started his business. Son, the focus is all on him, from feelings to money, I can't wait to make up for him in one go.

In fact, after so many years, Zhuo Yifan has gotten used to it, but the feeling of indebtedness in his father's heart always pops up from time to time, and he can't help but make up for something.I wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask myself, so I found such a detailed work by Sun An out of thousands of choices, and got Sun An in to watch for me by giving me a set of studio titles.

Zhuo Yifan was clear about what kind of special assistant, his father didn't dare to talk to him, so he found such a microphone.

However, the houses were taken away, so we couldn't just pick out the people, so we took them in. By the way, it was much more convenient for Sun An to do some anti-reconnaissance work.

Zhuo Yifan is only 20 years old this year, and his father has always taken care of him like a minor child. If he knew that he came to Lu City by himself, he might rush to follow him with his bag.

Zhuo Yifan had a headache when he thought of his own father, and he didn't bother to polish the half-drawn manuscript. He didn't have the heart to draw, so he simply put it away, yawned and went to the bathroom to take a shower, intending to refresh himself and continue to work on the manuscript.

He had just rushed halfway here when he heard the sound of a fire alarm outside.

There was an explosion in the bathroom mixed with the sound of water, which startled him. As soon as the water was turned off, he heard someone running in the corridor outside.His heart skipped a beat, he casually wiped off the water on his face, took a bath towel, and went out barefoot. His first reaction was to get his notebook first, and before he reached the bedroom, he heard two calls from outside. There was a muffled sound, and the foot trembled again.

This time, Zhuo Yifan couldn't figure out whether it was a fire or an earthquake. The incident happened suddenly, and he didn't care too much about it. With a bath towel around his waist, he grabbed his phone and ran out after him.I ran all the way up the stairs to the first floor, the floor below was filled with smoke, I saw a bright light from afar, squatted down, covered my mouth and nose and ran towards the light, only to see that it was a computer inside the counter, not the exit .

There was a bathrobe on the counter, and Zhuo Yifan put it on, and tried to turn back and run along the route in memory. Exhale clean, breathe a mouthful of fresh air.

Zhuo Yifan stood on the street, surrounded by many people who just ran out of the hotel like him, but they were all dressed neatly in broad daylight, and he was the only one wearing a bathrobe, which attracted many people's attention.

But fortunately, he grabbed a mask when he was holding the phone, and after wearing it now, it can be regarded as covering his face.

The staff in the hotel came soon, and the crowd gathered around asking about the situation. Zhuo Yifan was a few steps away, and vaguely heard something like "the coffee bar downstairs", "fire and explosion", and so on. Hearing the sound of the fire engine, the police also came, so there should be nothing wrong.

Zhuo Yifan heard the general idea, and first called his master to report that he was safe. He was quite calm, but just after he said "the hotel is on fire", his master became anxious.

"What's going on, where are you?!"

Zhuo Yifan said: "Master, don't worry. It's nothing serious. It's just that a coffee shop downstairs in the hotel caught fire. Now the police are here and they are evacuating the crowd..."

Fang Jingyao asked him again, confirmed that the little apprentice was safe, and gave instructions: "Don't wait for the hotel's arrangement, come to my place first, not at home, I have a classmate reunion in a suburban resort today, you Take a taxi and I'll pick you up at the door."

Zhuo Yifan wanted to decline, but his master's face turned black, and his voice became much louder, so he agreed.

Sitting in the back seat of the taxi wearing a bathrobe and a mask, the driver didn't dare to talk to him along the way, Zhuo Yifan was also happy and quiet, until he reached the entrance of the resort, he saw his master waiting there from afar, Seeing a taxi coming, go there and pay the fare.

Zhuo Yifan said: "Master, I can also pay with my mobile phone."

"Forgot, just thinking about your side being on fire." Fang Jingyao turned to look at him, and was stunned when he saw it, and said, "Yifan, you're just wearing a bathrobe?"

Zhuo Yifan tugged at the corner of the bathrobe. There was still a vacuum inside him, and he felt the wind blowing cool, but he insisted on correcting him: "I'm still wearing a mask."

Fang Jingyao: "...you are awesome, remember to wear a mask when it's on fire."

Zhuo Yifan walked with him and said, "It's shameful not to wear a mask. I have nothing inside. I only picked up a bathrobe when I went outside."

Fang Jingyao said: "Then you should take your underwear!"

Zhuo Yifan said: "The mask can be worn on the face, but can the underwear be used?"

Fang Jingyao: "..."

Fang Jingyao felt that there was nothing wrong with his apprentice's logic.

He turned his head and glanced at Zhuo Yifan. In the blink of an eye, the child beside him had already grown to be about the same height as him. Although he was wearing a bathrobe, it did not prevent him from striding forward. , with vigorous vitality, as if there is nothing in the world that he cares about, and there is nothing he can't do.

It is quite suitable for his age, crazy and fearless.

Fang Jingyao patted him on the shoulder, and just about to say something to him, he saw the little apprentice turned his head to look at the person opposite, frowned and said, "Master, who is that?"

Fang Jingyao followed his line of sight and saw Long Yu's group of people sitting drinking and chatting, surrounded by several people, but the most eye-catching one must be Han Fushe on Long Yu's right, smiled and said: "What do you mean? The one in the red shirt? He's the vice president of our high school literature club, Han Qiaoye, what's wrong?"

Zhuo Yifan withdrew his gaze, his brows still frowning: "I just saw him smiling at me."

Fang Jingyao raised his eyebrows and said, "You must be smiling in this suit, let's go, I'll find you two clothes to put on."

The resort is on the outskirts of the city, with an independent fishing area and a woodland horse farm. There must be no clothing stores in such an open area. Fang Jingyao searched for a long time before he found two sportswear from his car. These are T-shirts shorts.Fatty, an old high school classmate who came together, provided Youyou with a jacket. It was this plump figure, and his jacket was enough to wrap a half of Zhuo Yifan.

Zhuo Yifan was very grateful, especially when he saw the fat man's swollen and soft belly when he laughed, which looked very much like the big orange cat in his master's house.

Zhuo Yifan endured the sinful little hand that wanted to slap his belly, and said, "Thank you, what's your name?"

The fat man laughed and said, "It's easy to say, just call me Brother Fatty."

Zhuo Yifan was amused by him, and followed his master and the fat man to the shore for barbecue.

After being fed a few skewers of barbecue by his master and drinking a few more glasses of wine, Zhuo Yifan felt much warmer on his body. His eyes followed Fang Jingyao, but a tail flicked behind him, and he wanted to stretch his fingers itchy. He went out to hold his master's hand, but held back.

His master has married, so he will not be his only master in the future.

After eating for a while, someone formed a poker game. Fang Jingyao liked to play poker, and Zhuo Yifan naturally knew how to play poker, so they went there together to join in the fun.

There were five or six people playing cards together. Zhuo Yifan didn't think too much, and sat down next to his master. On the other side was a man who looked like a gentleman, and he looked handsome. He doesn't know how to play cards, so he has been teaching him patiently and in a low voice.

When drawing cards for the team, Zhuo Yifan and he both got flower cards.

The other party smiled and said, "We are in the same group."

Zhuo Yifan thought to himself, whoever is with you, I am my master's undercover agent.

As expected, when he played his cards, he played as an undercover agent. If Fang Jingyao was lacking, he would make up for it quietly, and he didn't care about the feelings of his teammates at all.

When he fed Fang Jingyao the cards, he naturally also fed Fang Jingyao's team. Several times, the man in the red shirt across from him raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Zhuo Yifan was unmoved, showing filial piety, and then fed the cards.

In the end, as expected, he was put on a white face, and his teammates were also affected, and they all collapsed.

Zhuo Yifan had a few more drinks just now, and he didn't have much impression of his teammates, but he was particularly impressed by the man who put a white stripe on his forehead. He was the most handsome in this circle, and he was the only one who wore it. He is different and extraordinarily flirtatious. A red shirt with a slightly open neckline reveals cold white skin. When he smiles and looks at people, he also has a pair of slender fox eyes, which doesn't look like a good thing.

Han Qiaoye couldn't say anything good, so he put a white strip on Zhuo Yifan's forehead, patted him twice, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Admit the bet and admit defeat."

Zhuo Yifan got a little drunk, opened his eyes wide, tried to focus on him and said, "I didn't bring any money."

Han Qiaoye said: "The one who loses will give the winner a white note, and remember what he promised before fulfilling his promise."

Zhuo Yifan thought about it for a while, then nodded slowly.

Han Qiaoye said: "Nine out of 10 cards, awesome."

But he was still a little dissatisfied with the male peacock in front of him, and said, "I've never seen a peacock like you."

Han Qiaoye was not polite to him either, he sneered and said, "I've never seen someone who was beaten as badly as you."

Zhuo Yifan: "..."

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