obedient lover

An Nuo moved slightly in Zhuo Fan's arms. He frowned, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally opened his eyes slowly.

The face that met his pupils at this time was unfamiliar yet familiar.

Zhuo Fan's edges and corners are much sharper than before. At first glance, he is not only stable but also mature.Unruly and insolent still exist, but a little bit has been hidden.

His sleeping habit is still the same as before, with one hand on An Nuo's waist and the other for An Nuo's pillow.Such a familiar posture made An Nuo think they were back in the past.

It was just the pain in his body and the dizziness in his head that quickly brought him back from fantasy to reality.

He has to get up no matter how reluctant he is, because Zhuo Fan will not allow An Nuo to sleep beside him, Zhuo Fan will be angry.

An Nuo will not ask for trouble, he always knows the seriousness.Zhuo Fan's reverse scale, even if he was killed, he would not touch it.

So he carefully removed Zhuo Fan's arm who was still asleep, gritted his teeth and sat up from the bed.

Zhuo Fan frowned annoyed because of his departure, turned over to the other side, and slept no longer as peacefully as before.

Of course it would not be safe, they slept on the sofa, and the space was not enough for Zhuo Fan's long legs to straighten.

An Nuo took a deep breath, he limped and fetched a towel to wipe Zhuo Fan's body, and covered Zhuo Fan with a blanket again.

Then he took out Zhuo Fan's cell phone from Zhuo Fan's pocket and called Liu Ziyang.

Liu Ziyang, who was still asleep, dazedly touched the ringing mobile phone next to the bed, and when he saw the caller clearly, he sat up from the bed in fright: "Mr. Zhuo?"

"No, it's me, An Nuo." An Nuo's voice was slightly hoarse.

"Oh, it's Young Master An. I thought Mr. Zhuo would give me work on weekends, and I was taken aback." Hearing An Nuo's voice, Liu Ziyang's originally tense nerves relaxed.

Indeed, An Nuo is easier to get close to than getting along with Zhuo Fan.Even if An Nuo's identity seems to outsiders to be just an adopted lover.

"Then you should breathe a sigh of relief." An Nuo joked with a smile, "It's not work."

"Master An, if you have something to say, just say it."

"You sent Zhuo Fan back last night. If Zhuo Fan called to ask this morning, you would say that he came back too late. I didn't wait for him to go to bed. You helped him to rest on the sofa."

"Ah?" Liu Ziyang couldn't figure it out, but what An Nuo said was what he said, "Oh."

"If he didn't ask, just pretend I didn't tell you, thank you for your hard work."

"Okay, Master An."

"By the way, don't tell Zhuo Fan that I contacted you, thank you." An Nuo thanked him and hung up the phone, deleted the call history, and secretly stuffed the phone back into Zhuo Fan's pocket.

He glanced at Zhuo Fan and sighed softly.Then he picked up the clothes on the ground, stood up and walked upstairs unsteadily.

In this way, Zhuo Fan should not be able to see the traces of what he has done.

Blatantly letting Zhuo Fan know that they had a relationship will only arouse Zhuo Fan's resentment and irritability.

More seriously, it will also make Zhuo Fan suspect that he seduced him...

On the contrary, let Zhuo Fan take the initiative to find clues and discover clues, in order to alleviate the discomfort in Zhuo Fan's heart.

An Nuo is really good at taking advantage of Zhuo Fan's last sympathy for him.

He remembered that on the night when Zhuo Fan discovered the truth, he was whipped more than a dozen times. Because he didn't take good care of him, these marks remained on his body and have not been eliminated so far.

Whenever he inadvertently showed the whip marks on his arm in front of Zhuo Fan, even though Zhuo Fan would not say anything, he would no longer refuse the tea he brought him, and even allowed himself to sit beside him and read a book .

He still remembers that Zhuo Fan kicked himself hard when he hated him the most, causing him to fall down the stairs.

In fact, he did it on purpose.

Of course he knew that there were stairs behind him, so he deliberately took two extra steps, and deliberately fell down in front of Zhuo Fan.

He is not without gains.

Since then, although Zhuo Fan still treated him coldly, he never did anything to him again.

So it's the same this time, he will not let go of any opportunity to bring him closer to Zhuo Fan.

An Nuo touched his head, it was hot...

It must be a fever...

He leaned on the wall and walked into the bathroom with heavy steps to wash himself. When he saw the blood stained around his legs, An Nuo had the idea that he was so unbearable for the first time.

"It turns out that it hurts not to love, but also to love...it hurts so much..." He leaned against the bathtub, his white wrist resting weakly on the edge, and the transparent water slowly condensed into beads along the beautiful fingertips, dripping, Leaves water stains of invisible shape on the floor.

A mocking smile flickered across his quiet face.

After An Nuo washed his body, he found antipyretics in his bedroom, swallowed one, climbed into bed and fell asleep.

In fact, he puts his mind on corporate governance, and he is definitely the master who only makes profits but not losses.But after studying Zhuo Fan's mind for so long, the effect of investment and expenditure was so poor that it almost went bankrupt.

Perhaps because of physical discomfort, An Nuo fell into a dark sleep.When I woke up, the alarm clock on the bedside had already pointed to nine o'clock in the morning.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, the pain behind him made him frown slightly.

Love is the pain of being torn apart...

An Nuo stood up, finished dressing, and went downstairs.

Usually at this time of the weekend, Zhuo Fan should be out for entertainment.It may be playing snooker, it may be riding his ICONSheene to race with friends, or it may be eating and drinking with a group of investors in the entertainment industry, summoning countless people who are delivered to their door, waiting to pass the unspoken rules. young men and women.

But today was an anomaly.

When An Nuo walked down the stairs, Zhuo Fan didn't go anywhere, but sat in the living room smoking a cigarette, with a cold and lonely expression.

There were several cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table, and the lingering smell of cigarettes in the living room made Anuo purse his lips.

"Brother Fan." An Nuo adjusted his expression, walked through the smell of smoke that virtually isolated them, slowed down, and tried to keep himself steady, "Smoking too much is not good for your health."

"I need you to take care of it?" Zhuo Fan held his cigarette butt, leaned lazily on the sofa, and looked at An Nuo with raised eyebrows.

"You give me ten guts, and I don't dare to control you." An Nuo shook his head helplessly. From Zhuo Fan's expression, he could guess that Zhuo Fan was in a bad mood.

If it is against yourself, then there may be two reasons.

First, Zhuo Fan vaguely remembered what happened last night, but he couldn't check it for the time being.

Second, I got up late today and didn't make breakfast for Zhuo Fan.

"Why did you get up so late today?" His right ankle rested on his left leg, in a domineering and flamboyant posture.

Very handsome.

After all, with long legs, even in casual clothes, the aura is [-] meters.

"I caught a cold last night and had a fever." An Nuo was basically sure why Zhuo Fan was irritable. He deliberately avoided the seriousness and said lightly, "I'm sorry for the delay in making breakfast for you."

After hearing what An Nuo said, Zhuo Fan was silent for a while, and then put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray: "Forget it, I'll let the servant prepare it."

Now it was An Nuo's turn to be surprised.

"You haven't eaten yet?" There was a light of surprise in An Nuo's brown eyes.

Is it because I am waiting for myself to prepare for him? Does this mean that Zhuo Fan is used to eating what he makes and taking care of his daily life by himself...

Zhuo Fan didn't answer An Nuo's words, but asked, "Why did you catch a cold?"

An Nuo had already guessed that Zhuo Fan would hold on to this topic. He purposely lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while anxiously, then stammered: "...drinking cold water..."

Zhuo Fan took a deep breath, stood up irritably, and raised his hand to touch An Nuo's forehead.

The moment Zhuo Fan raised his hand, Anuo closed his eyes reflexively, and his eyelashes trembled with fear.The body wanted to dodge, but was controlled by consciousness and forced to stand still.

He thought that Zhuo Fan was going to do something to himself again.

Zhuo Fan observed An Nuo's reaction, stared at An Nuo's slightly pale face, and stopped in place.

"Damn it." Zhuo Fan cursed in a low voice, angrily pushed An Nuo away vigorously, and while walking towards the locker room, he ordered in a heavier tone, "Go prepare breakfast, now."

"Okay." An Nuo's voice sounded very gentle, and he should add fuel to Zhuo Fan's unhappy mood now.

But there is no way, he is sometimes afraid of Zhuo Fan. After all, he has experienced such rude treatment, and no shadow is fake.

However, the more irritating ones are behind.

When An Nuo turned and walked towards the kitchen, he deliberately walked very slowly, and his steps were deep and shallow, as if he was extremely unwell.

Although the body is not so serious, he knows that Zhuo Fan will definitely look back to observe his state, so as to verify whether he was with him last night.

He knows Zhuo Fan better than anyone else, even Zhuo Fan himself.

Sure enough, Zhuo Fan turned his head the moment An Nuo walked around the coffee table.

He looked at An Nuo's thin back, his sharp brows furrowed more and more.

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