King's return

Fang Tong dutifully carried the two of them to Boss Lin's big villa, and went to the study to talk for a while before saying goodbye and leaving.

When Rong Jian was away, he was urged by Lin Yanxiu not to be too casual, but when he got home now, he became a free-ranging duck.

After taking a shower, Uncle Rong put on a small vest and a pair of loose boxers, and began to walk back and forth between the kitchen and the bedroom.

It was already a little hot to wear fluffy slippers, so I changed into flip-flops, my feet also need to breathe fresh air.

It was a beautiful spring afternoon.

Milk stayed at Fang Tong's house for a week and was extremely bored. Finally looking forward to the return of the unscrupulous master, he kept rolling in Rong Jian's arms, meowing, and wanted to go out to play.

Anyway, Lin Yanxiu was busy with business, and Rong Jian, who was bored, decided to show kindness and play in the yard with Milk.

Well, living here for nothing for so long, why not find something to do?

With half of the milk can still in his mouth, Rong Jian took out a pair of large scissors and a water hose from the garage, and was about to go to the yard to weed and water the flowers.

The milk happily let go of the girl and fluttered the butterflies in the grass. Seeing Rong Jian squatting on the ground cutting the grass, she rubbed against his feet and rolled around.

Rong Jian looked down at the sassy kitten with its tender white belly and its tail flicked, and the corners of its mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Actually... Maybe this product is not a cat, but a dog?

Rong Jian stared at Milk with meaningful eyes, thinking so.

"Meow?" Milk, of course, didn't understand the weird thoughts in the heart of the unscrupulous master, and basked in the sun by himself.

The sunshine in the evening of April is not too harsh, but after a long time, it still breaks out a thin layer of sweat.

Rong Jian's skin is not as fair as Lin Yanxiu's noble son, but rather wheat-colored, exposed in the hot sun, and the fine sweat reflects the faint light.

Rong Jian put the scissors aside and picked up the hose to water again.

The faint smell of sweat on his body was mixed with the smell of wet grass, and there was an indescribably masculine smell. The milk lay on his lap, and his nose sniffed it for a long time.

Suddenly found something, "meow" loudly.

Rong Jian was taken aback for a moment, and then a gentle male voice of Shen Yue came from behind him: "Excuse me, is this Boss Lin's mansion?"

Rong Jian turned his head, and saw a man in a smoke-gray windbreaker standing quietly, his face could not be seen clearly under the backlight.

Seeing Rong Jian staring at him without speaking, the man patiently asked again.

His tone was elegant and slow, very polite and at the same time slightly alienated.

"Yes." Rong Jian nodded slightly, but he was still squatting on the ground, dressed in a rustic style, just like a flower farmer, he almost didn't wear a straw sun hat.

Obviously, the strange man regarded him as a flower farmer, and asked again with a smile: "Is Boss Lin at home now, can you tell me?"

"Yes." It was the first time Rong Jian saw such a gentle and gentle person since he woke up in the hospital, and he felt quite fond of him, so he spoke out naturally after asking and answering.

"Thank you." The man nodded towards Rong Jian, turned around and walked towards the villa. Rong Jian's gaze was fixed on him all the time. This person seemed to be used to being the focus of his sight, without any boredom, even slightly With a smile and a gentlemanly demeanor.

"and many more--"

The man took a step, when he suddenly felt that his ankle was tightly grasped!

"What?" He looked down, and found that the young flower farmer just now was holding onto his feet to prevent him from letting him go.

"If you have anything to do, please let go of my legs first." No matter how good-tempered a person is, he can't tolerate being offended by a strange man who is almost rude, and the man's tone is already faintly displeased.

Rong Jian stretched out his other hand and silently pointed to the large scissors on the ground, and said calmly: "I just finished weeding and watering, it's wet, don't step on it." Then he let go of his hand.

The man took a step back and said gently, "Sorry, I'll go the other way."

Rong Jian hadn't made a sound yet, but when he heard a howl of a meow, a wet and cool feeling came over his face in an instant - it turned out that Milk's paw had knocked off the water pipe in his hand, and the cold water spurted wildly, immediately making the two of them together. The cat was drenched like a drowned rat.

Rong Jian was a little better, anyway, he was only covered with a few pieces of cloth, and his body was shaking with milk, and soon he was alive and kicking again.

The most pitiful thing was that gentleman, a set of expensive windbreaker was sticking to his body wetly, and the tips of his hair kept dripping down his neck, which was even more uncomfortable.

He has never lost his composure in front of others in his life, but his good self-cultivation quickly restored his composure, and he only frowned slightly and said slowly: "Sir, please take care of your cat."

Rong Jian sighed helplessly: "I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he reached out to pick up the milk, ignored the kitten flopping about in the air, handed it over, and said sincerely: "It's very clean, you can use it to wipe it off for now."

Wipe... wipe?

The gentleman froze in place, and it took him a long time to realize the meaning of his words.

"Meow meow meow meow!! >_<" The milk twisted violently, but the unscrupulous owner held it tightly, and couldn't break free no matter what, woo hoo, cats have dignity too!

"Shut up, it's all your fault." Rong Jian stared at the poor milk expressionlessly, "I'll drink you if I look at you again."

"Pfft..." The strange man couldn't help but smile when he heard the out-of-the-ordinary interaction between the two, and then remembered his current situation and couldn't help but smiled wryly, "Forget it, I think I'll visit Mr. Lin another day."

"Alright." Rong Jian then hugged the shrunken milk back into his arms.

The man took off his wet coat casually, revealing his tightly buttoned shirt, and said calmly: "Please tell Mr. Lin that I am the person in charge of the Weta branch, Shen Qin. I will come back in a few days visit."

Rong Jian nodded in agreement, watching Shen Qin's back leave along the way he came from.

Even though he was in such a mess, the man's waist was still straight and his steps were steady, which did not affect his charm in the slightest. There seemed to be a kind of magnetic field around him, he didn't care about external things, and always kept calm and elegant.

"Shen Qin..." Rong Jian combed Milk's hair with his fingers, "Lin Yanxiu is really two kinds of people who are completely opposite..."

He compared them repeatedly in his mind.

"If it was Lin Yanxiu, he would definitely jump up and bite me to death. That guy can't bear to lose his bearing," Rong Jian said, counting his fingers, "He will also scold us both. The worst result is at night. If there is no food, um...they will drive me back to the guest room to sleep."

After Rong Jian paused, the corners of his mouth rose slightly again: "But he's very easy to coax, one kiss will calm him down."

"Meow~" Milk rubbed against him to express his agreement.

Rong Jian carried it into the house, and arbitrarily labeled it: "...Compared to that boring guy, Lin Yanxiu is indeed cuter."

"Ah-"

Shen Qin, who just got into the car not far away, sneezed suddenly.

"It's not so easy to catch a cold..." Shen Qin touched his nose, frowned, and started the car.

The black sports car quickly disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

In the study room on the second floor of the villa, the curtains on the south window were not closed at the moment.

Lin Yanxiu folded his arms and leaned against the window, pursed his lips and watched the scene silently until Shen Qin left in the car.

From the way a man sees a man, Shen Qin is pretty good both in appearance and manner of conversation.

It's just too good, that's why I'm upset.

Lin Yanxiu curled his lips and closed the curtains with a swipe.

Shen Qin drove back all the way at a leisurely pace. It was nothing wrong with his clothes getting wet. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the important documents in the briefcase.

He is very optimistic about the prospect of cooperation with OP Company. He was the first to propose to his father to set up the Asian headquarters in China instead of Japan.

His father was a very rigorous and serious person in his work, probably because he worked hard on his own when he was young, and he never let him be tainted with the arrogance of a rich family and a young man in educating his son.

Whether you can get the approval of your father and family depends entirely on your own efforts and achievements.

Shen Qin took a deep breath, thinking of his father, his gaze became more serious, no matter what, this mission must not fail.

Not long after he returned to the apartment, the phone rang urgently.

"Hello, father?"

Ever since he was a child, Shen Qin never called him "Dad", but always called him "Father".

"...um." The phone paused for a while, and then a low syllable rang out.

Holding the mobile phone, Shen Qin stood up from the sofa: "Is there anything to explain?"

The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone said slowly, "I'm getting off the plane."

Shen Qin's expression froze, and for a moment, he said in a low voice: "I'll pick you up right away..."

"No need, I'm just saying hello to you, and Lao Xu will pick me up later."

"...Understood." Shen Qin turned off the phone, smiled wryly at the corner of his mouth, and his expression quickly returned to a calm look.

Under the same sunset, completely different stories happened.

When Lin Yanxiu kicked open the bathroom door, Rong Jian was taking a shower inside.

The whole body was stripped off, and the wheat-colored skin looked much fairer than the outside under the warm light.

His shoulders are broad and thick, his limbs are well-proportioned and slender. In the past few years, his life has been fairly nourishing, and he has paid attention to exercise. Looks thin and malnourished.

Lin Yanxiu's gaze subconsciously fell on the opponent's strong buttocks, and he couldn't move anymore, swallowing hard.

Really!

It's okay, why are you so sexy? !

Rong Jian turned his head when he heard the noise, and looked at Lin Yanxiu in surprise: "You want to wash too?"

Lin Yanxiu snorted, and really started to take off his clothes: "This is my home, don't worry about me!"

The loose home clothes were quickly taken off, and a pair of black underwear covered important parts of his body, but Lin Yanxiu suddenly felt embarrassed, especially when someone was still staring at him.