Plane Trade Riches

"I'm going to take a shower." Han Zhu held pajamas and pajamas in his hand, and couldn't help but glance at Lin Fan who was sitting on the sofa.

"Well, you go." Lin Fan leaned cross-legged on the back of the sofa, holding a book in his hand, which was a professional book he borrowed from school not long ago. After practicing, he began to like holding books taste.

Han Zhu couldn't help sighing when he saw that Lin Fan didn't show any reaction.

How could there be no reaction to such a big matter as taking a shower? ! ! !

Thinking of this, Han Zhu couldn't help feeling a little discouraged. Lin Fan's attitude towards him had changed, but he never saw an opportunity to go further.

Han Zhu: What should I do if I fall in love with someone with low EQ?Wait online, hurry up! ! !

He walked into the bathroom, put the pajamas in his hand aside, and then took off his clothes and entered the shower area. After a while, there was the sound of splashing water.

Lin Fan closed the book, placed his finger as a bookmark on the left side of his body, turned to the right side, leaned his chin on the back of the sofa, listened to the sound of rattling in the bathroom, and couldn't help looking at the bedroom.

Alas, why did he agree to sleep in the same bed with Han Zhu?

I feel like I dug a big hole for myself.

so tired.

When Han Zhu came out of the shower, he saw Lin Fan sitting on the sofa for the first time. He put a dry towel on his head and walked behind the sofa: "I'm done washing, you go wash."

"Yeah." Lin Fan flipped the book upside down on the coffee table, turned around and met Han Zhu's eyes, subconsciously moved away, "I'm going to get the clothes."

Seeing the back of Lin Fan hurriedly walking towards the bedroom, Han Zhu couldn't help chuckling, his mood was much better than before, seeing that Lin Fan was not as calm as he imagined.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan quickly took his clothes, and walked past Han Zhu into the bathroom in three steps at a time.

The corners of Han Zhu's lips curled up, and he spoke with a smile: "It's really... I can't let go of you more and more."

Coming out of the bathroom again, Lin Fan had recovered his calm expression, but his hair was relatively long, and even after washing it with a dry towel several times, it was still wet. After a little thought, he directly dried it with spiritual energy. That long hair.

Han Zhu held the hair dryer in his hand, seeing Lin Fan's long hair that dried instantly, he could only put down the hair dryer silently.

Unfortunately, such a good opportunity was missed.

After taking a shower, Lin Fan continued to read his book, but in desperation, Han Zhu had no choice but to go to the study to deal with work.

At ten o'clock, Han Zhu got up and was about to go to rest, but the mobile phone on the table vibrated. He looked at the caller ID and ignored it intentionally.

It's just that the ringtone just stopped, and the next call came in again, and it was the same person who called.

There was no other way, Han Zhu had no choice but to answer the phone, his tone was not good: "What's the matter?"

"The day after tomorrow is grandpa's birthday. We will hold a banquet at Yuanshan Villa. Come over then."

Han Zhu frowned: "If I remember correctly, I have already left the Han family."

"That's what I said," the other party said with a smile, "No matter what, you are my cousin. Besides, grandpa's birthday only comes once a year. As a junior, shouldn't you come back and have a look?"

Han Zhu rubbed the center of his brows: "Who meant it, yours, or grandpa's?"

"Of course... grandpa's," the other party smiled, bluntly speaking, "if grandpa hadn't ordered you, do you think I would ask you to come home?"

Han Zhu frowned. What he disliked most was dealing with Mr. Han: "Tell grandpa, since I have left the Han family, I will never go back. I will send someone a present for this birthday."

The day after tomorrow is his birthday, and he just called today. Obviously, Mr. Han came up with some bad idea on a whim. He really has no interest in going back and circling with Mr. Han. Every time he comes out of Han's house, he feels upset and irritable.

"Don't," the other party hurriedly stopped Han Zhu's urge to hang up the phone, "Cousin, I didn't mean you. It's not like you don't know who Grandpa is. He hates people who confront him the most. This time he finally remembered you. , can't you just follow him and come back and have a look?"

"No need," Han Zhu refused unceremoniously, "I negotiated with the old man when I left the Han family. It's neither my style nor the old man's style to go back and forth. That's it. It's good for everyone not to disturb each other. .”

After speaking, Han Zhu hung up the phone.

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"How about it, what did Han Zhu say?"

"What else can I say, if I don't come back," the speaker sat on the sofa casually. It was Han Feng who had a relationship with Lin Fan and others before, "This bad temper is exactly the same as my dead third uncle. .”

"Then what should we do? Grandpa asked us to find a way to bring Han Zhu back. If he disagrees, Grandpa will definitely blame us." The man sitting on the other side of the sofa frowned.

Han Feng looked at the other party: "Han Yunqi, you are so old, can't you grow your brain?"

Han Yunqi curled his lips: "How can I be like you and Han Zhu? I have been a smart member of the Han family since I was a child. I don't think about anything, as long as I live in peace and stability."

"I'm talking about you," Han Feng straightened up, stretched out his hand and slapped Han Yunqi hard on the head, "You want to comfort me, if you don't have money, you can be safe!"

Han Yunqi covered his head and looked at Han Feng pitifully: "Isn't it you, brother, you said that Han Zhu has already left the Han family, and grandpa will really hand over the inheritance to him?"

Han Feng squeezed his chin: "It's not certain. The old man's temper changes a little every three days, and a big change every five days. The only thing that is certain is that the old man will never delegate power before he dies. It's a pity that we don't know him. How is it written in your will, otherwise you can still plan well."

Han Yunqi frowned: "Even if grandpa dies, there will be a part of us, right?"

"Part of it?" Han Feng sneered, "It's fine if it's really an average score, but there has never been a fair thing in this Han family. Once the old man dies, only some of them will benefit. Who can get the title of Patriarch?" position, whoever will become the absolute ruler of the Han family."

Han Yunqi heaved a long sigh: "Actually, Han Zhu is quite a man. He left as soon as he said he would leave. He has never asked the Han family for help in these years, and now he has made a career."

"It's because of this that grandpa is even more unwilling to give up," Han Feng said with dark eyes, "The old man's desire to control is too strong, but the one he likes the most among the many sons has escaped his control. Han Zhu loves to ignore him, on the surface it seems that Han Zhu is the one he dislikes the most, but who would have thought that this grandson he dislikes the most would openly come out, and even leave at the expense of severing ties with the Han family."

Han Yunqi wondered: "Since it's the one I don't like the most, just leave as soon as I leave, out of sight and out of mind, right?"

"It's not that simple," Han Feng sneered, "This is how the old man's temper is. No matter how nice you are to him, he will never be polite to you, but once you go against his wishes and get out of his control, you will become the one in his heart." It is a thorn, a thorn that must be pulled out by all means, but the longer the time, the stronger the sense of existence of this thorn will be."

Han Yunqi thought for a moment: "That is to say, it is precisely because Han Zhu is out of the control of Grandpa that Grandpa pays attention to him, but Han Zhu has been away for five full years before, and Grandpa has never cared about him."

"That's because the person Han Zhu liked disappeared in the past five years. The old man thought that Han Zhu would return to the Han family sooner or later, but now that that person reappeared, the old man became anxious," Han Feng said, gloating It means, "The old man wants Han Zhu to come back, and if he wants to embarrass him, he must trip him up."

Han Yunqi shook his head helplessly: "Recently, Grandpa's temper has become more and more strange."

"Whatever, we are just executors, and everything has nothing to do with us." Han Feng smiled, looking confident.

Han Yunqi looked at him: "But didn't Han Zhu disagree to go to the banquet? How do we let him go?"

"Isn't it very simple, since he cares so much about his little lover, just let his little lover take a step first." Han Feng showed a smug smile on his face, those without weaknesses are difficult to deal with, and those with weaknesses He is the best person in the world to deal with.

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"Rest, it's getting late."

"En." Lin Fan put the book aside, and followed Han Zhu into the bedroom bravely.

Seeing Lin Fan's cautious appearance, Han Zhu couldn't help laughing: "I'm not a pervert, why are you so nervous?"

Lin Fan pinched his nose and coughed: "Cough, I'm not nervous, it's just that I'm not used to it."

Han Zhu chuckled: "Do you still remember when we were sophomores, one night you ate in bed, spilled soup on the bed, and had to share the bed with me?"

"Of course I remember, that night we two big men squeezed together on a small bed, sleeping with sore backs." Lin Fan also remembered what happened at that time, and couldn't help laughing out loud, "Since then, I I never ate in bed again, this matter is actually all your fault, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be so lazy."

The two met when they were freshmen and became comrades-in-arms because of an accident, and they have been good friends since then.

Before that, Lin Fan had always been independent and self-reliant, but ever since he made friends with Han Zhu, he didn’t know when, Han Zhu delivered his daily meals to him, and it was precisely because of this that Lin Fan was here. I ate in bed, and accidentally spilled soup on the bed.

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. No wonder you would crawl out of bed every time I brought food back from then on."

While the two were talking, they lay on the bed naturally, chatting about the trivial things that happened during the two years they met, one by one, as if they were all vividly remembered.

Saying that, both of them closed their eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Zhu opened his eyes, looked at the face of the person lying beside him by the dim moonlight at night, with a deep smile in his eyes, and carefully stretched out his hands to hold him in his arms.

"Good night, sweet dreams."