I was pampered after my fake marriage with the president

Yaya felt that she might be crazy, otherwise she wouldn't have blurted out: "Perhaps, President, do you want to join the group?"

She felt that she must be crazy, otherwise she would not have heard Zuo Fan reply: "Okay."

……

……

Thus, the group "Produce a lot of food for the CEO" was born.

Group members: Yaya, Yu Jie, Yuer, Xiaoling... Zuo Fan.

Every time I dream back at midnight, Yaya can hear the lingering sentence-"Do you have any new pictures?".

Zuo Fan would not urge food during working hours, usually after get off work, which meant that Yaya did not dare to fish during working hours, and she once suspected that this was a way for the CEO to supervise her work.

Since I can no longer fish during working hours, I can only paint for three hours after I go home at night.

Does this mean working overtime in disguise?

But, she is happy!

May I ask, is there any CP fan in the world who can hand over freshly produced or warm food to the right owner like her?

Even if she stays up late, even if she loses her hair, even if her lumbar disc herniates, or even dies suddenly, she is still very happy.

The holiday time is getting closer and closer. According to the usual practice, every company will hold an annual meeting before the holiday. There are about 200 people in various departments of Fanxing Technology, and the company has hired a lake view hotel to hold it.

In addition to fixed items such as performances, meals, lucky draws, and commendations, the annual meeting also has a theme of clothing.For example, last year was the theme of "Harry Potter", and all the staff wore wizard clothes and held wands. The year before last was the theme of "Night of Hanfu", and all staff wore Hanfu. This year is the theme of "Fairy Tale", choose a character from a fairy tale cos.

Jane chose the character of "Peter Pan", but when he got the clothes prepared for him by the company, he suddenly regretted it.

It's really green...

On the day of the annual meeting, various departments sat at a table, Yaya and Yu Jie wore the clothes of Aisha and Anna in "Frozen", Chen Junyang dressed as Nick the fox from "Zootopia", and Lao Lin dressed as the gourd baby Grandpa, it's the first time a waiter in the hotel has seen such a magical company. The annual meeting is like a gathering of ghosts and monsters.

"Xiao Xun, you are too green!" Ya Ya and Yu Jie pointed at Jian Xun's green hat and laughed all night, "Why did you choose Peter Pan?"

"Because Peter Pan will never grow up." Jian Xun replied, "The last sentence of the original book says that as long as the children are happy, innocent and carefree, they can fly to Neverland. I I think it's a great sentence."

Lao Lin was a little drunk, and patted Jian Xun's head: "Little boy, you are very suitable for the game industry, because we are just making dreams."

"Yeah." Jian Xun seriously agreed, "It's just making a dream."

Yaya: "Oh, why are you being so sensational all of a sudden, cheers~"

Then they toast together.

"Wish our new game hit next year!"

"Fire!"

Jian Xun saw Zuo Fan's back through the transparent wine glass.

Zuo Fan sat at the main table with several shareholders of the same company, with a handsome profile.

Jian Xun found that he was becoming increasingly unable to control his gaze, and wanted to follow Zuo Fan no matter where he was.

Not a good change.

He forced himself to stare at the food in front of him, and started eating.

Lao Lin thought he was hungry, so he pushed more food in front of him: "Little boy, if it tastes good, eat more."

Halfway through the meal, there was a toasting session with the boss, that is, the boss brought all the department heads to each table to toast, and when Zuo Fan came to Jian Xun's table, Zuo Fan stood beside Jian Xun.

"Thank you. The design department has worked hard this year." A deep voice sounded above his head.

Jian Xun: "..."

He buried his head very low, except for his own heartbeat, he could only hear his colleagues chirping: "Mr. Fan, why are you so handsome today!"

"The new year will make us rich!"

Then he felt a hand with sharp bones, holding the wine glass, gently touch the wine glass in his hand.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", which shook Jian Xun's heart.

After dinner, it was time for the lucky draw. This year's prizes include the latest iPhone, Apple Bluetooth headset, projector, switch, La Mer, sk2, etc.Some boys like it, and some girls like it. Jian Xun's luck has always been bad, as long as he was a child, he never won a lottery.

The best record is winning a pack of washing powder in a supermarket lottery.

Sure enough, he watched the people around him win the lottery one by one, and he didn't get the prize until the end of the annual meeting.

Returned empty-handed.

He was very frustrated. After the show, everyone took a taxi together in twos and threes. Jian Xun's home was on a different road from them, so he stood in front of the hotel and hesitated.

"Jian Xun, let's go first!" Yaya and Yu Jie sat in Didi and waved to him.

Jian Xun said, "Well! Okay, be careful on the road!"

He turned on Didi and looked at the fare from here to his home. It was outrageously expensive. Poverty made him turn off Didi, turn on urban traffic, and start searching for bus routes.

It's so miserable, I didn't get the lottery, and I have to take the bus home.

But there was obviously another thing that bothered him more than this.

In the cold wind, he sent a voice message to Li Zhenran: "I'm finished."

Good "best friend" Li Zhenran is like living on WeChat, replying to him immediately: "What's wrong?"

"I have a very strange feeling about Zuo Fan. When I meet other boys, my heartbeat will not speed up at all, but for Zuo Fan, I can't even look at him."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure. My mind is in a mess right now and I have no clue." Jian Xun said, "I'm going crazy, I can't face him. I really don't want to go home."

"Calm down first, or you can move out." Li Zhenran said, "I'm back in China, you can come to my house, my parents miss you very much, and want to eat the candy you made at my house last summer Vinegar fish."

"Can I come to your house?" Jian Xun's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Of course! Your time away from him will help you get your head in order. You're prone to getting into dead ends, and it's even more so if you stay close to the source of your troubles."

"Okay, then I'll move here tonight."

At this moment, a voice came from behind: "Peter Pan."

Jian looked back and saw Zuo Fan standing behind him.

"Are you lost?" Zuo Fan said.

"No, I'm thinking about how to get home."

"Let's go and take you home."

Zuo Fan's voice was cold and magnetic in the night, rubbing against his eardrums.

Jian Xun clenched his phone tightly. To be honest, he still doesn't know what emotion to use to face Zuo Fan, especially when he realizes that he has different thoughts about Zuo Fan, and he can't be alone with him.

At this time, Old Zhao drove over and stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

Zuo Fan got into the car first, Jian Xun hesitated for a moment, and got into the car too.

He greeted Lao Zhao first, then turned to look at Zuo Fan beside him.

"I……"

The two spoke at the same time.

Jian Xun paused, and hurriedly said, "You speak first, you speak first."

Zuo Fan took out a gift box from his side and handed it to Jian Xun: "Here you are."

"Eh? Why?"

"I don't want others to have prizes, but you don't." Zuo Fan said, his voice echoed in the closed carriage, hitting Jian Xun's heart.

Jian Xun's hands were shaking and he couldn't hold it steady.

"It's... what..."

"You'll know when you open it."

Jian Xun opened it and saw that it was a ring.

He felt familiar, and suddenly remembered that it was the ring they picked out on the day of their engagement. At that time, they said that they would have to wait a month for it to be customized.

"It's done so quickly!" Jian Xun exclaimed subconsciously.

There was only one in it, and he glanced at Zuo Fan's hand, and found that he had already worn the other on his ring finger.

Jian Xun: ...

"Try it, see if it fits."

He bowed his head and put the ring on silently, but he was suddenly very sad, the more he was like this, the more he felt like a dream.

And one day the dream will wake up.

Maybe one day, the president's Bai Yueguang appeared, and then he had to pack up and leave.

Zuo Fan asked, "What did you want to say just now?"

"Oh, that's right." Jian Xun thought belatedly, "I want to tell you that I plan to move in with my college roommate."

After hearing this sentence, Zuo Fan paused obviously.

It's like I can't understand this Chinese sentence at once.

No one noticed that his fingertips on his knees trembled violently.

After a few seconds, he regained his usual calmness: "Are you going to move out?"

"That's right, anyway, we're a fake marriage. Normally, your parents wouldn't come. Tiantian also knows that we're fake."

Something in Zuo Fan's eyes suddenly disappeared, and it was dim. He sat up straight, looked ahead, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Is it because you are not used to living in my house?"

"No, no." Jian Xun couldn't say "Because I might like you", so he could only make up a reason, "My friend's parents miss me, and invited me to stay at his house for a few days."

"Okay." Zuo Fan's tone was devoid of other emotions, as if he had approved his subordinate's request for leave.

But the carriage, which was still full of ambiguous atmosphere because of the engagement ring just now, suddenly became inexplicably cold.

The car stopped in front of the house, Zuo Fan didn't move, he just said to Jian Xun, "When will you move?"

"Today."

"..." Zuo Fan closed his eyes. During that short period of time, his eyelashes trembled invisibly. When he opened it again, his eyes were calm:

"still coming back?"

"Ah? Come back. If your parents want to come during the Chinese New Year, remember to tell me in advance. I'll come back and act with you."

"Okay, you go up and pack, I'll wait for you here, and then take you to a friend's house."

"...Then...thank you." Jian Xun got out of the car and ran into the house quickly.

It wasn't until Jian Xun entered the house that Zuo Fan's back, which had been stretched all the time, suddenly collapsed.

Old Zhao looked at him from the rearview mirror and asked, "Mr. Zuo, are you okay?"

Zuo Fan rested his elbows on the edge of the car window, and pressed his fingers on his temples: "It's a little stuffy, open the window to let in some air."

So Lao Zhao rolled down the window.

The cold winter wind woke up Sashige a little.

"Old Zhao."

"You say."

"Let's play a song."

"it is good."

Lao Zhao casually played a song that came with him in the car, it was a very soothing piece of music.

In this kind of music, Lao Zhao realized that this was the first time he saw Mr. Zuo sitting in such a slumped posture.

Mr. Zuo has always been unsmiling, but he is silently powerful.

His back has never collapsed because of anyone or anything.

Zuo Fan looked at the door of the house, Jian Xun had already packed his suitcase, and said goodbye to Zuo Tian at the door.

Zuo Tian hugged the bread, not knowing what to say, Jian Xun just scratched the back of his head and smiled apologetically.

Then, Jian Xun came over: "Mr. Fan, I'll return the ring to you first, in case someone else wants to wear it later."

"You can wear it, your fingers are very small, and no one else can wear it with this size." Zuo Fan said coldly.

It appears that there are indeed others.

Jian Xun lowered his arms. It turns out that you have already thought about it, and you will buy another pair of rings for others in the future.

"Let's go." Zuo Fan said.

"it is good."

After sending Jian Xun away, Zuo Fan returned home, Zuo Tian was already asleep, he came to the guest room alone, lay on the bed where Jian Xun had been lying on, took the pillow that Jian Xun had slept on, and took a deep breath.

Bread jumped up, circled around his head a few times, and found that it was not Jian Xun but Zuo Fan, and was so frightened that he wanted to run away.

Zuo Fan, who usually doesn't allow bread to go to bed, this time scoops up the bread and puts it in his arms.

Bread: Meow meow? ? ?

A few minutes later, Huang Yao, who was rehearsing, received a group message——

Zuofan: "He moved away."

Huang Yao: "What! Who! Xiao Xunxun! Where did he go??"

Zuo Fan: "They said they were going to live at a friend's house."

Zuofan: "My heart is empty."

Zuo Fan: "I'm probably useless."

Lin Zejing: "How can I help you?"

Huang Yao: "I can answer this question!"

Huang Yao: "Drag him back! Lock him up! Lock him up! Fuck it, President Fan! Fuck it if you like it! Prescribe medicine if you don't!"

Lin Zejing: "Go to rehearsal."

Huang Yao: "Okay boss, I'm sorry boss, I'm going to get out now, do you think I'm getting out of the way?"