You, teach me how to do things?

When the two were plotting loudly how to chase An Qian, An Qian was walking on the road with his mother.

This has always been their habit. After eating at night, they walk around on the road to digest food.

After An Qian became Xia Yuanling's manager, his work and rest have been upside down day and night. This is one of the few opportunities for him to go out for a walk with his mother.

"Later, let's go to the supermarket to buy some fruit and some snacks. The konjac that Xiao Xia brought over last time was delicious," An Qian's mother muttered, "Tomorrow, I will eat soybean fried diced meat and make some soup. You can make it." Bar."

"Okay, I'll cook tomorrow."

"Practice your skills more, as the saying goes, if you want to keep a man's heart, you must first keep his stomach."

When An Qian heard this, his heart tightened: "Why did you say this suddenly?"

The mother said to An Qian slightly jokingly: "What's wrong, isn't there always a black car to take you home during this time? Your mother and I are not in good health, but my eyes are not blind."

"That is Xiao Xia's senior, it has nothing to do with me."

"Xiao Xia's senior? If you don't look for Xia Yuanling, people look for you every day? Do you think I'm stupid?"

An Qian still denied it: "It really doesn't matter, the two of us just have more business contacts."

Mother knew An Qian's temper, and when she didn't admit it, she didn't admit anything, so she didn't have the nerve to continue asking. She just reminded An Qian to let him come out early, and he should think about the future when he is not young.

"Others like to keep their children by their side. I am different. I hope you will be well. Put me first in everything else." The mother squeezed An Qian's hand, "You are my son, I am here The one who loves you is not here to harm you. If you really have someone you like, just go for it boldly and don’t think too much about it, okay?"

An Qian still didn't speak, just withdrew his hand, and walked home with his mother.

As soon as he got home, An Qian received a call from Luo Feiluan.

"Brother, my stomach hurts."

The option of stomach pain was the result of a secret discussion between Luo Feiluan, Xia Yuanling and Shang Chuan.

Originally, Luo Feiluan said that An Qian had never spent the night with him, and Xia Yuanling came up with an idea to let him pretend to be sick.

"Why are you pretending to be sick? Do you have a fever?" Luo Feiluan's head turned quickly, "But I have never had a fever since I was a child."

"Then why don't you take a cold shower? Or blow some cold wind or something?"

Xia Yuanling and Luo Feiluan did not avoid Shang Chuan when talking about it.

Mr. Shang couldn't help sighing in his heart when he heard the bad idea of ​​these two people. He kindly reminded the two people: "If you pretend to be sick, why don't you consider stomach problems?"

Stomach trouble is so good. First, it looks like ordinary people from the outside. It doesn’t need to raise body temperature, cough and cripple, it’s all up to one’s own mouth, and there’s no risk of being seen through.Moreover, Luo Feiluan is the movie star and can act.The second is that the stomach disease is not big, but it is not small. It hurts really painful, but some people have a burning stomach today, and there is nothing wrong with it tomorrow. Many people will not go to the hospital for stomach problems. Not easy to wear.

What an affordable disease.

"Okay, I'll call him right now."

Ever since, An Qian, who had just arrived home, was called out by Luo Feiluan's phone call.

When he took a taxi to Luo Feiluan's house and knocked on the door, Luo Feiluan pretended to be weak and opened the door.

"You are here."

After all, Luo Feiluan was the one who took the Best Actor at a young age, and he pretended to be good.

An Qian's concern was chaotic, so naturally he couldn't see through it.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I've eaten something bad," Luo Feiluan had asked Xia Yuanling for advice just now, what to eat would cause a stomachache, "I ate a box of watermelon and konjac refreshment, and it started to hurt as soon as I sat down."

"Why does Xiao Xia give konjac refreshment to everyone?" An Qian helped him to sit down first, and the whole person panicked: "I'll boil water for you to drink."

"I have water to drink," Luo Feiluan was dragged back, "make me some porridge, I didn't eat anything tonight."

"I'll do it for you."

An Qian put on an apron and cooked millet porridge for him, and brought it to Luo Feiluan.

Luo Feiluan was already shrunk down on the sofa in pain, and An Qian called him to eat, but he ignored him.

An Qian had no choice but to scoop up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to Luo Feiluan's mouth, and he obediently took a sip.

Seeing that he was willing to drink porridge, An Qian continued to feed him.

"Are you suffering from gastroenteritis? I'll buy you some anti-inflammatory drugs?" An Qian remembered that it was not a problem to make people feel so painful. "Wait a minute, I—"

Seeing that the person was about to run away, Luo Feiluan hurriedly said that he had already taken the medicine, and it was estimated that the medicine hadn't taken effect yet, so he asked An Qian to sit down with him.

"Don't eat like this next time, it hurts so bad," An Qian looked at him like this, feeling distressed.

He stretched out his hand to pat Luo Feiluan's shoulder, but unexpectedly, Luo Feiluan grabbed his hand and put it on his stomach.

"Knead it and it will make you feel better."

An Qian's face immediately turned red: "How is that possible?"

"I think it's quite comfortable." Luo Feiluan smiled, afraid that he was not pretending to be comprehensive enough, so he quickly changed his face, "Brother, thank you for coming to accompany me."

"Stop saying such polite words."

"Brother, can you stay with me tonight?"

An Qian wanted to say that he would leave later, but when he remembered what his mother said that night, he didn't know what to do.

Seeing that An Qian was hesitating, Luo Feiluan pretended to have a worse stomachache.

When he hurt, An Qian felt that his heart was about to be grabbed.

"I'll stay with you. I'll call my mother." An Qian took the phone and went to the balcony.

An Qian's mother naturally had no objection. Her body has been fine since the operation, but An Qian was worried every day, for fear that something would happen.

As soon as she heard that her son was going to live outside, the mother quickly agreed.But I was a little worried, and asked about An Qian's current address.

"My friend is sick, and I'll take care of him. It's Luo Feiluan. You should have seen him on TV. Mom, don't tell anyone about this."

"Luo Feiluan?"

An Qian's mother remembered that An Qian had liked a celebrity a long time ago, and it seemed that this was the name.

"Well, it's him," An Qian didn't have time to elaborate, when he heard Luo Feiluan crying like a slaughtered pig from the living room, "Mom, I'll explain to you later, I'll go first."

He hung up the phone in a hurry and went back to take care of Luo Feiluan.

Luo Feiluan said that she was in pain and wanted An Qian to help her back to the bedroom.

An Qian settled him down, took his clothes and towels, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. It wasn't his first time here, and he was familiar with it.

After climbing onto the bed, Luo Feiluan's hot body wrapped around him, insisting on hugging him to sleep, crying out in pain crazily if he hid for a while.

On weekdays, An Qian would definitely be able to discover his little thoughts, but he was confused when he cared, and he really thought that Luo Feiluan was in pain.

Luo Feiluan managed to keep An Qian at his home for a night.

Xia Yuanling finally enrolled in a painting class.

He learns at home by himself, the efficiency is too low, the speed is too slow, and Mr. Shang's embrace is too warm, so he always slips into it without holding back.

A good time for painting will eventually evolve into a lingering relationship between two people.

Xia Yuanling didn't want to waste time, so he hurriedly enrolled in an art class near his home and went to study.

The class time is usually on Saturday or Friday night, and Xia Yuanling's painting skills finally seem to be as serious as the serious teacher's reminder.

Filming Su Shenyan was too hard, and Xia Yuanling wanted to find and prepare the script of Teacher Zhang's "Drawing Demons", so he rested like this for almost a month.

He didn't take a complete rest either, and although his business activities decreased, they didn't stop.

The value is a little higher, and the money is also earned.

Xia Yuanling considered starting to pay off the debt.

So at night when Mr. Monk was resting on the bed, Xia Yuanling turned on the calculator on his mobile phone and started to calculate the accounts.

"Su Shenyan's film salary has arrived. Add in all the things I gave you before, and there is still a shortfall of more than 70. I can pay off the 300 million you owed you before."

In fact, Shang Chuan almost forgot about it, but Xia Yuanling still kept it in his heart.

"I didn't ask you to pay back the money."

"I owe you. It's only right and proper to pay back the debt." Xia Yuanling turned over and yawned. Today, he was running around during the day and drawing at night. Xia Yuanling was a little tired, "Mr. Shang, I'm so sleepy, um— —”

He fell asleep in a daze.

The person beside the pillow gradually lost his voice, and Shang Chuan was reluctant to wake him up, so he closed his eyes and listened to Xia Yuanling's breathing as the air rose and fell.

In fact, he wanted Xia Yuanling to owe him something more.

If there is a debt, then you will be needed.

Then even if there is other relationship between us besides love.

In fact, on this point alone, there is indeed a big difference between Shang Chuan and his father.My father was an out-and-out speculator back then. He borrowed money to enter this unfamiliar jewelry industry.But Shang Chuan's personality is much more conservative. He doesn't like to gamble, and he doesn't believe in fate. He likes to protect interests, relationships, and connections in a steady and steady manner.

Like Xia Yuanling, he always hoped that besides love, Xia Yuanling could rely on him more.

You can tell yourself when you are bullied, you can act like a baby when you need money, and you are willing to ask yourself for advice when you encounter problems.

He is not afraid of trouble, and he finds meaning through being troubled and needed.

In other words, he likes to help Xia Yuanling very much. Whether it's behind the scenes or in front of others, he likes to watch the kid gradually be at a loss, and then breathe a sigh of relief after meeting him.

It must be his bad taste.

But also the way he loves.

"Mr. Shang, tomorrow I want to eat stewed chicken legs, kung pao chicken, butterfly crisps, roast suckling pig, can you buy them for me—"

It has nothing to do with being needed!

"Can't you think of anything else but eat?"

Xia Yuanling didn't fall asleep completely, and turned around to hug Shang Chuan in a daze: "Didn't I ask you to buy it for me?"

"Little greedy cat."

The next day Shang Chuan went to work, and Xia Yuanling stayed at home.When he was about to take a shower, he found that the shower gel in his bathroom was gone.

He and Shangchuan have always used the bathroom and the toilet separately. Anyway, there are two in the family, and they just don't disturb each other when they use it.Another thing is that Shang Chuan is a bit of a clean freak, Xia Yuanling is used to being sloppy, afraid of making a mistake and making Shang Chuan angry.

But occasionally, Xia Yuanling used the bathroom in Shang Chuan's room.

Well, after all, we have to consider life after marriage.

When his shower gel was gone, Xia Yuanling ran to Shang Chuan's room to borrow some. Shang Chuan never minded such a small matter.

He remembered that there was a sample bottle of shower gel in Shang Chuan's room as a gift, so it would be more convenient for him to take the sample directly.

Xia Yuanling rummaged through the drawers of the dressing table.

Although I didn't find body wash, I found something more interesting.

Looking at the group of little yellow ducks lying in the white lacquered drawer, Xia Yuanling smiled maliciously.

"Long time no see." He grabbed one and squeezed it, "little yellow duck."

Shang Chuan, Shang Chuan, you are really——

Mouth.