Ten thousand people suspect that after the marriage with the big boss

The little bear doll is small and exquisite, sitting on the rose, has a kind of simple and cute feeling, although it does not match Xie Chongyan's temperament, but he does not have a strong sense of disobedience when holding it.

Cheng Fan kept his eyes down and didn't look at Xie Chongyan.

At this time, Xie Yuchen said with a smile: "This red rose is a rare species, my cousin has a heart."

Xie Chongyan looked into Cheng Fan's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, I've made you angry these days, will you go home with me?"

Hearing this sentence, Cheng Fan's expression moved slightly.

The matter of running away from home, the two should have been tacit to each other.

Since Xie Chongyan is willing to apologize to him, he should know why he ran away from home.

Now that it is clear, why do you apologize?

The wind on the rooftop was chilly, and Cheng Fan's head hurt badly.But this matter, in the final analysis, is the contradiction between the two, and he doesn't want outsiders to see the joke.

After thinking for a while, he looked at the rose, took the little bear off and put it in his pocket, and said softly, "Rose Shen, you take it."

Xie Chongyan looked serious: "Well, let's go home then."

Cheng Fan didn't give a definite answer to this sentence, but just followed him, intending to leave here.

Xie Chongyan handed him the flower: "You take it for a while."

Cheng Fan took it, and the aroma of roses lingered in his nostrils instantly, refreshing.

Xie Chongyan took off his coat, put his arms around his shoulders, and put the coat on him.

Seeing this, Xie Yuchen smiled brightly, and deliberately said in front of the group of people just now: "My cousin is considerate of Fan Fanzhen."

Qi Ling no longer had a smile on his face, holding his wine glass, he gave Cheng An a cold look.

This is the second time Cheng An has tricked him.

The prince of the Burling Hotel arranged his hair in embarrassment, chatted with others about the trivial matters of the party, and tried to turn the matter over.

But how could Xie Yuchen give up the opportunity to laugh at them, and taunted him: "No matter how much Fanfan and my cousin quarrel, it's just a matter of love between young couples, so it's your turn to talk about it?"

He looked at the prince of the sailing hotel, and said in a blunt tone, "And you actually pry into the privacy and expose the payment method of the guests. These behaviors in your hotel make people feel insecure."

"This..." The other party was a little nervous and tried to defend himself, but his arrogant appearance had long since disappeared.

Xie Yuchen didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and followed Cheng Fan's footsteps and left the party on the top floor.

In the room, after Xie Chongyan closed the door, Cheng Fan picked up Mo Mo and sat cross-legged on the sofa, opening a box of canned cat food.

Mo Mo was very excited when he saw Xie Chongyan, the temptation of canned cat food was much less, so he went straight to Xie Chongyan's shoes and rubbed him affectionately.

Xie Chongyan picked up Momo and sat opposite Cheng Fan.

The curtains were drawn in the room, and it was very dark.

Cheng Fan coughed twice, looked at Mo Mo's heartless appearance, and called out, "Come here."

Mo Mo raised his head and ran back to Cheng Fan's side.Holding it in his arms, Cheng Fan finally asked the question: "Why did you pick me up all of a sudden?"

Xie Chongyan stared at him: "After all, living outside is not as comfortable as living at home."

Cheng Fan scratched Momo's chin absently, and said in an arrogant voice, "There are many comfortable places, and I think this place is not bad."

Xie Chongyan fiddled with the watch with his left hand, and after a while murmured: "Cheng Fan, I'm sorry that I offended you when I was drunk in the wine cellar that night."

Cheng Fan paused: "Do you still remember what happened that night?"

Xie Chongyan replied truthfully: "I don't really remember."

Sure enough, he was drunk.

Xie Chongyan was willing to take him home probably because of this guilt.

Cheng Fan's eyes darkened, and his tone was nonchalant: "We just hugged and slept together, and nothing happened. You don't need to apologize to me because of this."

After speaking, he carried Mo Mo to the balcony.

"You go, I will buy a suite by myself in a few days, and I will move out of the hotel when I have a place to live. As for our agreement, if you need it, make an appointment with me, and I will cooperate with you. For the Cheng family, you just need to follow the plan Proceed, help me find my biological mother. For the rest, we will not meet again if we don’t meet.”

Cheng Fan's attitude was decisive, but his breath was not steady when he spoke, and his nasal cavity was stuffy.

Xie Chongyan noticed the obvious change in Cheng Fan's mood, got up gently, and walked to him: "However, you are not in good health and it is not safe outside. Without me to protect you, I am very worried."

Cheng Fan raised his head suddenly, then lowered his head, turned his back to him: "We're not really married, why are you so worried about me?"

Xie Chongyan thought for a while: "From a legal point of view, I am your husband, and I have the responsibility and obligation to protect you from harm. From a rational point of view, we got along very well before, and you treated me very well, so I am willing to protect you. "

Cheng Fan's nasal cavity became more and more sore, suppressed his voice, and retorted in a low voice: "Whoever treats you well, don't be too affectionate."

Xie Chongyan stared at his slightly trembling shoulders, and said softly: "I can feel it."

"Cheng Fan, come home with me, Uncle Chen made your favorite little wontons."

Cheng Fan's voice was sour, but his tone was full of arrogance: "What stuffing? I don't eat anything that isn't mushroom and beef."

Xie Chongyan: "Mushroom beef."

Cheng Fanyong secretly wiped the corners of his eyes: "I'm tired, you pack your luggage."

Xie Chongyan: "Okay."

Cheng Fan has a lot of things, and his life is more refined. These days, he bought a lot of daily necessities here and there.

He said so, but he was embarrassed to let Xie Chongyan clean up, so he only sent Mo Mo's things to the other party, and packed his own luggage alone.

When leaving, Xie Chongyan pulled two suitcases for him, while Cheng Fan hugged the rose.

In the elevator, Xie Chongyan stood beside him. The two of them were very close. Opposite was the transparent glass mirror of the elevator. Cheng Fan looked at them in the mirror, held the rose and lifted it gently, covering half of his face, quietly Smell it.

Noticing Xie Chongyan's eyes looking at him, he complained in a low voice: "I'm dead."

Back at Xie's house, Uncle Chen was waiting outside the door.

Seeing Cheng Fan, he took two quick steps, his voice full of distress: "Young master has lost a lot of weight."

After entering the house, steaming small wontons were already placed in the living room, accompanied by several refreshing side dishes. Cheng Fan, who had no appetite for several days, ate more than 30 in one go.

Xie Chongyan sat opposite him and accompanied him: "Eat slowly, or your stomach will hurt."

Cheng Fan glanced at him and slowed down.

Xie Chongyan was not hungry, but a little thirsty. When he went to the water bar to fetch water, he met Uncle Chen who was washing dishes.

Uncle Chen smiled quietly: "Coax it."

Xie Chongyan leaned beside him holding a water glass: "Yes."

Uncle Chen then asked: "Are you planning to get along with each other?"

Xie Chongyan: "Yes."

Uncle Chen sighed: "That's good."

After dinner, Xie Chongyan sent Cheng Fan back to his room.

Cheng Fan found that the bedding inside was clean and tidy, and the overall color system turned beige. A few lilies were inserted on the window sill, pure and flawless under the night.

Xie Chongyan: "Rest early, the cold medicine is on the table."

Cheng Fan nodded, and after Xie Chongyan went to the study, he quietly returned to his room holding roses.

Physical illness was originally mentally poor, but now Cheng Fan is not sleepy at all except for physical fatigue.

Sitting in front of the desk, he found that the love letter was gone. When he looked down, he saw the white love letter in the trash can.

It should be Xie Chongyan who threw it. Uncle Chen will not throw anything of them without their consent.

He is in a better mood.

Holding his chin, he stared blankly at the rose, guessing meaninglessly that it would wither in a few days.

At this time, Xiang Zhi sent a harassing text message, pushed him the WeChat business card of his agent, and told him to register on Weibo as soon as possible.

After Cheng Fan made friends, Xiang Zhi said again: "Check to see if Chong Yanshou is not injured, he was fighting today."

"Fight?" Cheng Fan asked, "Why fight?"

Xiang Zhi replied: "A few people talked about you with bad mouths, but Chong Yan couldn't get used to it, so he beat them up."

It turned out that there was such an episode tonight.

Cheng Fan put down his phone and fiddled with rose petals uneasily. Xie Chongyan is normal in all aspects tonight, so he should not be injured.He thought so, and complained about Xie Chongyan's troubles at the same time. He was already 26 and seven, and he even fought with others.

Not mature at all.

Cheng Fan sighed, looking in the medicine box for ointment for bruises.

The manager's name is Ziye. After passing through his WeChat friends, he asked for some basic information and future plans.After understanding the general situation, Ziye helped him register Weibo and told him some precautions for managing Weibo.

Cotyledon: I heard that you personally like reality shows. Recently, there is a seven-day reality show that is very popular. I will send you the information.

Cheng Fan: Good.

Cotyledon: By the way, what kind of character design do you like?

Cheng Fan: I don't quite understand what you mean.

Cotyledon: What I mean is, in a reality show, you can be well-behaved, or dark-bellied, or good at cooking, or pretend to be a funny and innocent rich second generation, depending on which one attracts fans and chooses which one.

Cheng Fan questioned: Why should I act?Can't I be me?

Cotyledon was unable to answer this question for a while.I had to tell him: We will discuss it in detail tomorrow.

While the two were talking, Uncle Chen gently knocked on Cheng Fan's door, and walked in with pear soup.

"Mr. Xie said you had a cough, so I made some desserts for clearing the lungs and relieving the cough. You should try it."

Cheng Fan said thank you, picked up the porcelain bowl, and took a sip: "Uncle Chen, please call me by my nickname from now on."

Uncle Chen paused: "Okay, Fanfan."

The pear soup tastes good, with a sweet aftertaste, and the pears are soft and waxy.

Seeing that Cheng Fan was eating happily, Uncle Chen raised his head and saw the ointment for bruises, and immediately frowned: "Fanfan, are you injured?"

Cheng Fan shook his head and hesitated for a moment: "I heard from Xiang Zhi that Xie Chongyan fought with others because of me."

Uncle Chen was surprised and said, "That's it, then I'll find some more, and you can send them to Mr. Xie later."

Cheng Fan held the spoon: "I won't go, you can send it."

Uncle Chen smiled kindly: "You go, anyway, Mr. Xie wants to develop a relationship with you and get along more."

Cheng Fan's face was stunned for a moment: "Why...you said that."

Uncle Chen's voice was very soft: "Mr. Xie told me."

Cheng Fan had a weird expression on his face, hiding a bit of embarrassment and surprise, and muttered, "Has I agreed to his decision?"

Knowing Cheng Fan's duplicity, Uncle Chen agreed, "Yes, Fanfan can ask Mr. Xie."

Cheng Fan frowned: "I won't go."

Uncle Chen shook his head with a smile, and left with the tray.

After Uncle Chen left, Cheng Fan ate up the pears, then looked up at the time on the clock, his brows and eyes were a bit tangled.

Finally, he knocked on Xie Chongyan's room with the bruise medicine.

After 1 minute, the door of the room opened.

Xie Chongyan's upper body was naked, a bathrobe was tied around his waist, water droplets fell from the ends of his short black hair, and the flowers fell along Kuanshi's chest until they disappeared at the mermaid line.

Cheng Fan immediately turned around with embarrassment: "Why are you dressed like this?"

Xie Chongyan put on a bathrobe and returned to the door: "This seems to be my room."

Cheng Fan turned around: "Your room, you can't be so revealing."

Xie Chongyan was amused by his unreasonableness, wiped his hair with a towel, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Cheng Fan took out the medicine and handed it to him: "Xiang Zhi said that you were injured because of my fight, so let me deliver the medicine to you."

Xie Chongyan smiled: "Thank you."

The two were still standing in front of the door, Cheng Fan with his hands behind his back: "So are you injured?"

Xie Chongyan: "It should only be the back that was rubbed by that person, it's fine."

Cheng Fan looked at it intently: "Can you apply the medicine yourself?"

Xie Chongyan sternly said, "It doesn't seem to work."

Cheng Fan raised his arms: "Then let Uncle Chen come over and give you medicine."

Xie Chongyan nodded: "Uncle Chen goes to bed early, I'll do it myself."

Cheng Fan whispered, "As you wish." Then he made a gesture to leave, but there was no movement in his footsteps.Feeling the burning gaze on his back, he raised his eyebrows: "If you beg me to help you, I can give you medicine."

Xie Chongyan wanted to reject him, because it was not appropriate at this late hour, but it was rare for Cheng Fan to take the initiative once, and he also wanted Cheng Fan to get along with him seriously, so he opened the door: "Okay, thank you."

On the sofa, Xie Chongyan took off his bathrobe, revealing his firm and straight back.

Cheng Fan sat cross-legged on it, and the neckline of the pajamas hung loosely. When he raised his arms, the sleeves faded under the skin, revealing a small white wrist.

The bruises on the back should be caused by heavy objects, and the color turned purple, which was a bit shocking.

Cheng Fan wiped it carefully, for fear of hurting him.

Xie Chongyan noticed that Cheng Fan's hands were cold, and would touch his skin vaguely, and because of the bruise medicine, the skin was cold wherever he went, which formed a great contrast with the temperature in his body.

He closed his eyes, at this unusual intimacy.Mood wandering.

"Actually, I don't care what they say about me." He said softly, his tone hard to hide his arrogance: "After all, they are not important to me, so what's the use of saying nasty words? At best, they are just a clown. "

Xie Chongyan put on his clothes and turned to look at him: "But I can't ignore these things."

Cheng Fan still raised his hand and lowered it slowly, his slender eyelashes concealed his emotions: "Thank you."

Xie Chongyan smiled: "You're welcome."

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when the medicine was finished.Cheng Fan put on his slippers and prepared to leave.

At this time, he caught a glimpse of Go in Xie Chongyan's room, and asked curiously, "Do you know how to play Go?"

Xie Chongyan nodded: "Yes."

Cheng Fan then asked, "Uncle Chen playing with you?"

Xie Chongyan: "Uncle Chen won't."

Seeing that Cheng Fan was interested in Go, Xie Chongyan asked him, "You like it too?"

Cheng Fan shook his head: "I like it, but I don't know how to play it. When I was young, I wanted to take Go lessons, but dancing took up a lot of time, so I didn't have time to learn."

In the words, there are some regrets in it.

Xie Chongyan glanced at the time, adhering to the strategy of cultivating feelings, asked him in a low voice: "Do you need me to teach you? I can play two games with you."

Cheng Fan hesitated: "But I have no foundation."

Xie Chongyan: "It's okay, I'll teach you."

So the two moved the chessboard and sat on the sofa.

Although Cheng Fan had a cold tonight, he was in a good mood. He ran to the room to get some snacks and milk tea, and put them aside to concentrate on learning how to play chess.

Cheng Fan's mouth can hardly hide his childishness while eating, and his clean and transparent skin has no blemishes under the lamp.

Xie Chongyan taught very earnestly: "There are three ways to determine the outcome of Go, the method of comparing eyes, the method of counting pieces, and the method of counting points..."

The wechat group chat on the mobile phone flickered, and Xie Chongyan took the time to look at it.

Xiang Zhi: I met my true love tonight.

Fang Yuchen: You say that every night.

Lin Yutan: Second.

Xiang Zhi: You will never understand me with a beauty in my arms.What are you all doing now?

Fang Yuchen: Fitness.

Lin Yutan: Work.

Xie Chongyan: Tutorial on how to play Go.

Xiang Zhi, Lin Yutan, Fang Yuchen: Come on, it's time to show your wife your skills!

Xiang Zhi: The man who can play Go is so handsome and charming~

Xie Chongyan lazily browsed WeChat and agreed.

Cheng Fan has a high comprehension ability, and he quickly learned the basic skills, and the two began to play against each other.

Cheng Fan was still looking forward to it, and raised his voice unconsciously: "You are a Go master, you won't lose to me in a while, right?"

Xie Chongyan said: "No."

Cheng Fan: "Who can brag."

Xie Chongyan said lightly: "Win me a round, and grant you a wish."

Cheng Fan: "Cut, who wants you to fulfill your wish. If you lose, don't play tricks."

Xie Chongyan raised his eyebrows: "OK."

Time passed slowly.

"This step of yours is wrong. You must beware of the enemy's trap next time."

"Cheng Fan, we said this mistake just now."

"Remember the principle of abandoning sons to be the first, and consciously adopt sacrifices to let the opponent eat."

Xie Chongyan would help Cheng Fan analyze the reasons for his losses in every round, with a gentle and serious voice, very much like a teacher who teaches and educates people.

Two hours later, Cheng Fan lost fifteen rounds.

Xie Chongyan's rare chess addiction was aroused, and there was no intention of ending it.

He dragged Cheng Fan to continue playing.

Cheng Fan lost five more rounds.

Taking advantage of Cheng Fan cleaning up the chess pieces, Xie Chongyan replied to Xiang Zhi's WeChat.

Xiang Zhi asked: "Are you two still playing Go? Isn't your sex life good at this time?"

Xie Chongyan: "We both like to play."

Xiang Zhi asked again: "How is the battle going?"

Xie Chongyan: "I won twenty rounds."

Xiang Zhi: "..."

Putting down the phone, Xie Chongyan said in a low and gentle voice, "Cheng Fan, shall we continue playing?"

When he raised his head, he found that Cheng Fan's expression was gloomy at some point, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, with a sense of aggrieved crying, and he lowered his head and endured something.

Xie Chongyan held the chess piece in a daze, with a hesitant expression.