The little wolf dog of the actor's house

Zhuo Qingfan glanced at his increasingly ruddy face, raised his hand to touch the boy's forehead, and said a little unhappy: "How much did you drink, and you blushed like this?"

The boy said casually, "A bottle of red wine, half a bottle of foreign wine."

Zhuo Qingfan's eyes widened: "Since when did you drink so much?"

"It's not big." The boy whispered, "I've always measured half a bottle of red wine, and today it's just a record."

Zhuo Qingfan frowned: "Why drink so much if you can't drink?"

"Accompany customers." The boy said earnestly, "They like to drink, so they always want to accompany them. Besides, today's business is very big. If the negotiation is completed, even if Huafon's overseas market expands, it will go all out for the company."

Zhuo Qingfan's heart sank, and he murmured softly: "You are such a big boss, do you still want to do something that you can't help yourself?"

"It's not involuntary." The boy closed his eyes, "Brother, I'm very strong now, no one can force me to do anything, I do this only voluntarily, I'm still young, and the company is young, I think Let Huafeng be in my hands, stronger than before."

Zhuo Qingfan's breathing was tight, and the hand hanging on the side of the leg slowly twisted and clenched, the knuckles turned white.

Huafeng, who Fu Yunyi had spent all his time protecting, was being disintegrated by him little by little.

There are still two days.

Two days later, once the data in the USB flash drive falls into the hands of Chu Xiangyun, then Fu Yunyi will lose everything.

His hard work, his hard work, will be destroyed in one day.

And the person who made him lose everything was his most trusted brother.

Zhuo Qingfan clenched his jaw, the guilt and self-blame in his heart turned back and forth.

"Brother." Fu Yunyi tugged on the man's sleeve lightly, "I feel a little uncomfortable now."

Zhuo Qingfan suddenly came back to his senses: "What?"

The boy repeated it again, frowning tightly: "I feel a little uncomfortable now, and my heart is stuffy."

"Bored?" Zhuo Qingfan hurried over, put his hands on the boy's chest and said, "Will it be better this way?"

"En." Fu Yunyi nodded, stared into the man's eyes for a while, and then said suddenly, "Brother, can you lie down and sleep with me for a while."

Zhuo Qingfan paused.

The air fell into a subtle silence.

"Can't you?" The boy's eyes flickered, and he said quickly: "It's okay, brother, it's okay, I just said it casually, don't take it to heart..."

"Lie down inside." Zhuo Qingfan interrupted him.

Fu Yunyi's heart trembled, and he quickly leaned back on the sofa.

Fortunately, the sofa is a very large double sofa with plenty of space, and it is more than enough for two people lying on the side.

Zhuo Qingfan lay down.

Two people face to face.

Fu Yunyi stared at the other person's eyes without blinking.

Zhuo Qingfan's heart palpitated, he lowered his eyes, pulled the blanket for the boy and said, "Sleep, it won't be uncomfortable after a night of sleep."

Fu Yunyi closed his eyes.

The living room was quiet again.

Zhuo Qingfan was restless and didn't even feel like going to sleep, so he just stared at the boy's picturesque eyebrows with his eyes open.

Only at this time can he stare at him boldly.

Once he opened his eyes, he had no face to meet him.

"Brother?" The boy suddenly closed his eyes and called out in a low voice.

Zhuo Qingfan was startled, and hastily lowered his eyes in response: "Huh? What's the matter?"

"Are you still asleep?" The boy's voice was low.

"En." Zhuo Qingfan nodded indiscriminately.

"I'm kind of bored."

"Calm down to sleep, and you won't be bored when you fall asleep."

"But I can't sleep now."

"...Then what should I do?"

"Can I touch your ear?"

"Ok?"

"It's like when I was a child." The boy closed his eyes and whispered, "When I was a child, I was bored, and you always asked me to touch your ears."

Zhuo Qingfan hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Touch it."

There is no way, facing Fu Yunyi, he has no principles and bottom line now, he is so soft-hearted, he just wants to give him everything.

He can cooperate with whatever he wants, but touching his ears is nothing.

The boy opened his eyes and asked softly in disbelief, "Can you touch it?"

Zhuo Qingfan took his hand and put it next to his ear: "You can touch it."

Fu Yunyi suppressed his excitement, and gently kneaded the man's soft earlobe.

Zhuo Qingfan's shoulders trembled, his heart palpitated for no reason.

His ears are not his sensitive point.

But every time Fu Yunyi kisses him, he loves to lick his earlobe, and it becomes a sensitive part that cannot be touched.

In order not to let himself think wildly, Zhuo Qingfan quickly opened his mouth, found a topic at random, and broke the somewhat charming atmosphere: "Xiao Yi, what is your dream all along?"

The boy paused: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Zhuo Qingfan said vaguely, "Just ask casually."

"I have you." The boy lowered his body, and while kneading the man's earlobe, he leaned towards the man's neck and exhaled like the wind, "Brother, my ultimate dream is that one day, on the bed... you can take the initiative to put your arms around you." my waist...."

"Stop talking!" Zhuo Qingfan whispered with a flushed face, "I won't let you touch my ears anymore."

Fu Yunyi froze, snorted dissatisfied, and murmured in a low voice: "No nonsense, what I said was the truth."

"I ask you is your dream! Dream!"

"Then I don't have anything I want right now." The boy said solemnly, "I have everything, only you are missing..."

It was only then that Zhuo Qingfan realized that his question was wrong, and quickly changed his words: "I mean your previous dream, that is, when you didn't own so many things and you were still a poor boy abroad."

"If it was in the past..." Fu Yunyi thought for a while, and said seriously, "If it was in the past, it would be my dream to control Huafeng and become the chairman of Huafeng."

Zhuo Qingfan's brows darkened, his heart clenched, and he said shyly, "So... so Huafeng is so important to you."