The little wolf dog of the actor's house

"Okay." Zhuo Qingfan straightened the boy's tie and lowered his hands.

Fu Yunyi regained his senses with a hum, raised his hand to button his cuffs, and asked casually: "Brother, Xiao Nan has lived at Aunt Wang's house for five days, do you want to bring him back tomorrow?"

Zhuo Qingfan's heart trembled.

How could it be possible to pick it up, Qiao Xiaonan is still in the hands of Chu Xiangyun, tomorrow is the sixth day, and the time they both agreed is the afternoon of the day after tomorrow.

How could Qiao Xiaonan come back tomorrow.

Zhuo Qingfan clenched his fists nervously, trying to keep calm and said: "Don't answer the call tomorrow, he called me last night and said that he had a good time at his aunt's house. He hasn't had such a good time in a long time. Let him go crazy for a few days."

"Well, that's fine." Fu Yunyi said without the slightest doubt, "You still have to take care of Xiao Nan when he's at home. You can still rest while the child is away these few days."

Zhuo Qingfan nodded indiscriminately.

Fu Yunyi went out.

After sitting anxiously in the living room for half an hour, Zhuo Qingfan finally got up and went into the boy's study.

It's almost over.

In the past few days, he has copied 80.00% of the files in the C drive.

Today, if he copies the last folder, he won't have to step into this study again.

Wait for the appointed time.

Exchange Xiao Nan with the data in the USB flash drive, this matter is completely over.

The study room was silent, only the ticking clock was ringing anxiously and disturbingly.

Zhuo Qingfan stared at the data strip that was being transmitted.

After half an hour.

There is a sound of "Ding", and a "Copy Completed" dialog box pops up on the computer desktop.

Zhuo Qingfan thought that he would feel a little relaxed, because it was finally finished, and he finally didn't have to step into this Shura field-like study in the future.

However, no.

He didn't feel the slightest bit of relaxation, but the suffocation in his heart was more serious than before.

The man sighed, raised his hand and pulled out the USB flash drive from the computer.

The small USB flash drive has now become a huge boulder weighing a thousand catties, making it hard to breathe.

What is contained in it is that Fu Yunyi has endured for decades and exhausted all his thoughts to obtain wealth and power. Huafeng, he has endured for nearly ten years before he can get Huafeng. The day after tomorrow, his brother will personally deliver it In Chu Xiangyun's hand.

This should have belonged to Fu Yunyi, because of his interference, it was buried in the hands of his stepmother who had bullied him for more than ten years.

Zhuo Qingfan closed his eyes.

Clutching the cold USB flash drive, he thought.

He is really nothing.

At around twelve noon, Fu Yunyi got off work.

Zhuo Qingfan was in a trance making lunch in the kitchen and was distracted when he suddenly heard a bang in the living room.

The man was shocked, and quickly came back to the living room.

Fu Yun supported the floor with one hand, and fell beside the tea table.

"Xiao Yi!" Zhuo Qingfan yelled, walked over quickly, and helped the boy up.

Fu Yunyi sat on the sofa and said vaguely, "Brother, I'm fine, you're busy."

The strong smell of alcohol made Zhuo Qingfan frowned: "Have you been drinking?"

"Yeah." The boy shook his head and said soberly, "Several important foreign customers of the company came to discuss cooperation, and I had a drink with them."

Zhuo Qingfan shook his head distressedly: "Did you drink a little? The smell of alcohol is overwhelming."

"I, do I have a strong alcohol smell?" The boy raised his sleeves and sniffed it in a panic, frowned and said, "Brother, stay away from me, don't you hate alcohol? Go to the bathroom and take a shower."

Saying that, the boy stood up from the sofa unsteadily.

"Why take a shower, I can't even stand still." Zhuo Qingfan pressed his shoulders and let him sit down again, turned around with a frown, poured a cup of herbal tea on the coffee table and handed it over, "Drink a glass of water first. .”

Fu Yunyi was also extremely thirsty, took the herbal tea, and poured it down with his head raised.

After a glass of cold water entered his stomach, the boy's mind was clearly much clearer, and his originally confused eyes also regained their clarity.

"Brother, go get busy." Fu Yunyi pushed the man's arm, "I'll just lie here for a while, and you don't have to worry about me."

"Okay, you can lie down." Zhuo Qingfan picked up the blanket on the sofa and unfolded it, threw it on the boy's lap and said, "I won't go, I'll take care of you here."

Fu Yunyi became anxious: "No, you can go."

"No, I don't worry about you."

"Oh, I don't want you to see me like this." The boy lowered his head and said anxiously, "I drink too much, it doesn't look good."

Zhuo Qingfan's heart suddenly bumped, and he said in a low voice: "How can you not be good-looking, in my heart, you are always the prettiest."

Fu Yunyi raised his head in a daze: "Brother..."

Zhuo Qingfan touched the boy's blushing face, and said softly: "Lie down and rest first, I'll be here with you."

Fu Yunyi calmed down, nodded, and lay down slowly, Zhuo Qingfan took the blanket and covered him.

The boy was sleeping on his side, Zhuo Qingfan pulled a chair and sat down beside the boy, thinking that when he fell asleep, he would go to the kitchen and make him some hangover soup.

The air fell silent.

After being frozen for two or three minutes, Zhuo Qingfan finally couldn't help it, turned his head to stare at the boy and said, "I'm letting you sleep, why are you always looking at me?"

Fu Yunyi smiled confusedly: "Brother, you look better than me."

"You can pull it down." Zhuo Qingfan shook his head, "Compared to others, I may still have an advantage, but compared to you, I am the soil on the ground, and you are the cloud in the sky."

"No." The boy shook his head, "You are prettier than me. You have a straight nose, thin lips, sweet tongue, sexy collarbone, long legs and soft waist..."

"Stop, stop!" Zhuo Qingfan heard him talk more and more down the three roads, interrupted hastily, with the tips of his ears burning red, "This is all a mess, did you really drink too much, or are you just pretending to me here? Woolen cloth?"

The boy rubbed his face against the pillow, blushed and said, "I really drank too much."