Our president is stupid and rich

Although Fang Zhiyi felt that this nurturing contract was a bit inexplicable, he was very satisfied with the current situation.

He also understood Sheng Changan's strange operations now, for example, why he gave him a real estate certificate with his own name written on it. It was very obvious that it was used as a prop for himself.For example, why the "initial activity fund" is 1000 million, because I am the one who wants to be the president and spend money performing in front of Sheng Chang'an.Why do I have two car keys, because I want to show off the car.After this set of operations, the president is standard.

Fang Zhiyi thought about these points and couldn't help laughing.No wonder Sheng Chang'an warned him many times to keep it completely secret. It's both cute and shameful for a CEO to pay someone to act as a domineering president in front of him!Having said that - even if he said it, few people would believe it.

Two days later, Sheng Changan texted him again.Fang Zhiyi was rolling around on the bed reciting his lines, and jumped up when he saw the text message.

If it goes well this time, it will be cohabitation.It's just that I don't know whether Sheng always intends to just make a play to satisfy his own psychological needs, or is he planning to do the whole thing?

Wait a moment.

A line of big characters suddenly appeared in Fang Zhiyi's mind - "The process of nurturing both parties does not include sexual behavior."

Does not include sexual activity.

Fang Zhiyi has never hated the suspicious self so deeply before.

He looked at the phone screen——

"Are you occupied?"

He immediately replied: "Not busy."

"Then come here for a while."

Fang Zhiyi opened the drawer of the coffee table and put the script in, then grabbed the file bag in his hand, and went to the old neighborhood with ease.Still the melodious sound of the piano, Fang Zhiyi took a bunch of daisies he bought on the road, and knocked lightly on the door.

This time, Sheng Changan changed into home clothes with a cartoon bear pattern printed on it. After opening the door, his eyes fell directly on the bouquet of daisies.

He seemed a little embarrassed and touched his ears, reaching out to take the flowers.

"Hey wait," Fang Zhiyi turned his wrist, hooked his foot to close the door, and stretched out his long arm to push Sheng Changan to the wall on the other side of the shelf: "Is our relationship settled?"

Sheng Changan seemed to have been frightened, blinked his eyes twice quickly, his ears slowly turned red, and his tone was soft: "Who... who has settled down with you..."

The voice of Sheng Changan that Fang Zhiyi had only heard a few times before was mostly clear and cold, with the majesty of a superior, now he is wrapped in his arms, his voice is soft and sweet like just After making the marshmallow, Fang Zhiyi fainted again.What luck am I going!He shook his head, thinking that he was acting now and slowly calmed down.

Seeing that he was silent, Sheng Changan looked up at him suspiciously.

Fang Zhiyi withdrew his hand and pinched Sheng Changan's small earlobe: "If you accept the flowers, you can't renege on your debt."

Sheng Changan hesitated to take the flower, and slipped away from him: "I'll put it in the vase in the living room."

"The flowers I brought will be planted in your house," Fang Zhiyi followed with a smile, "When are you going to plant yourself in my house?"

Sheng Changan snorted: "Don't talk nonsense over there."

"How can this be nonsense?" Fang Zhiyi leaned on the piano, stretched out his hand and tapped a few notes: "I originally wanted to bring all the flowers from the flower shop, but they are not as good as yours." One in ten thousand."

Sheng Chang'an's anti-sensitivity level was much higher this time than last time, at least he didn't immediately announce that it was time to get off work.

His eyes wandered: "Smart words."

The aroma of food came from the kitchen, Sheng Changan turned his head and was about to go to the kitchen.

"Are you still cooking by yourself?" Fang Zhiyi followed and walked in front of him, "I'll do it."

Fang Zhiyi really didn't think about Sheng always cooking, he just thought that Sheng Chang'an probably bought ready-made rice to use as props.As a result, when he entered the kitchen, ribs soup was simmering in the small casserole. It was obvious that the meal was not good enough.That is to say——

Fang Zhiyi was a little dazed, he couldn't help thinking, I'm probably the first person to eat the meal cooked by Mr. Sheng himself! ?

Although it is the light of the characters in the novel.

"Forget it." Sheng Changan followed him and walked around him to the stove, picked up the apron next to him and tied it around his waist: "I will thank you if you don't blow up the pot."

Ah, that's true, he really doesn't know how to cook, so he doesn't need to act.

etc!Fang Zhiyi recalled that among the novels he read, there were a few CEOs who were particularly good at cooking, so is there still time for him to go to New Oriental! ?

The pork rib soup was gurgling in the small casserole. Fang Zhiyi stood by the door and looked at Mr. Sheng who was walking around in front of the stove, feeling in a daze that he had entered the happy life of husband and wife in advance.

He watched Boss Sheng turn off the fire quite skillfully, put the lid back on the pot and simmered in the soup, went to the chopping board and chopped for a while, making a few small dishes.

Then Sheng Changan turned around, untied his apron, and before Fang Zhiyi could speak, he said calmly, "Okay, you're off work today."

Fang Zhiyi: "...???" So I didn't get the light, did I?

"What I brought today is still useless," he insisted.

Sheng Changan raised his hand and touched his ear: "Well, today the extras are busy and can't come, so the next scene will be skipped, you can go back."

Fang Zhiyi: "...???" Why are there extras?Mr. Sheng, are you serious?

Sheng Chang'an looked at him blankly, and asked in doubt, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Fang Zhiyi was really embarrassed to say that your soup looks delicious and I wanted to take a bowl away, so he said firmly, "No more."

Sheng Changan nodded: "I guess I'll look for you again next week, and you can just keep busy with your own affairs this week."

When Fang Zhiyi grabbed the file bag and went downstairs again, he felt that his back was probably strong enough to pretend to be strong.

He just sat in the car when his phone rang——

“盛长安5月6日11时11分向您尾号2013的储蓄卡账户电子汇入收入人民币50000元，活期余额163471.54元。”

Then there was a text message from Sheng Changan: "Funds for the event."

Then the phone rang again—

“盛长安5月6日11时12分向您尾号2013的储蓄卡账户电子汇入收入人民币10000元，活期余额173471.54元。”

Immediately after, Sheng Changan's text message followed: "Meal money."

Fang Zhiyi looked at the cold message from his mobile phone number marked as "the world's most cutie" with a complicated expression, coupled with the bank's collection information, there was always an inexplicable feeling that he was being ruthless by others.

Mr. Sheng...is the only way to express his satisfaction is to pay?

So he didn't see that he wanted to eat, but he just didn't want to let himself eat that bowl of rice, did he...?

Fang Zhiyi stubbornly put down his phone, turned the car around stubbornly, and bought a boxed lunch downstairs in the community to take home.

……

Seeing Fang Zhiyi's figure disappear behind the door, Sheng Chang'an happily filled himself with soup and brought the food to the table outside.

He took out his phone, thought about it and put it away again.

Still don't record it.

He seriously settled the first lunch he had made in his adulthood, then cleaned up his things, and called Shen Ze: "Today, I tried to cook again." He paused, his voice was obviously With some joy: "I just ate."

"Oh?" Shen Ze seemed a little surprised, "Can you tell me something about it?"

"It's actually like this..." Sheng Changan hesitated again, "Let's make an appointment to talk face to face."

Sheng Chang'an was a very special patient that Shen Ze met.

He is an elite in the standard sense from the traditional perspective. At a young age, he owns one of the largest film and television media and star artist agency companies in China, and has a lot of investments in various other industries.

And the source of his psychological pressure has nothing to do with work, but from the suppression of his parents in childhood and adolescence.Until later, he broke with his family and stayed in the country alone to develop his own business, and he couldn't get out of the original control alone.

It's even a little funny to say.

He just had a natural interest in sewing, cooking, stuffed animals, cute accessories, and what parents would consider a girly hobby.

When he showed his true hobbies, what greeted him was not the praise of his parents, but the angry reprimand of his father-although he really did a good job.

The cute gadgets he bought for himself were all given to the children of relatives and friends when he was not at home.

Forced by his parents as a child to turn his hobby into building blocks and model cars, as a teenager he was made to like ball games, horseback riding, golf and everything else a boy his age should be.

He thought he would be better off from his family, but later found out that was not the case.

At the beginning, because the company was busy, he didn't have time to think about these issues; later, after the company gradually got on the right track, he decided to start satisfying his hobbies, but was a little horrified to find that he could no longer do it.

When he arranged the room to be plush and cute, he just felt flustered lying in it—as if his sheets would be torn off and thrown into the trash can in the next second, as if all the gadgets he collected would be When I returned to the room next time, I was taken away by someone who didn't know.

He tried to enter the kitchen again, but at the moment he stood in front of the gas stove, he felt a real pain in his hands—as if he had returned to the first time he served the meal he cooked with his own hands, and was caught by his father. When it was knocked over, it left a large area of ​​burns on the hands.

He finally decided to see a psychiatrist, and found Shen Ze through the introduction of some friends.