Zhuo Yifan served Han Qiaoye seriously for a while.

Mr. Xiao Han also seriously played the role of an old father who was paralyzed in bed and unable to move. He had to do everything by his baby son, and he didn't even take his skin to eat grapes.

Zhuo Yifan is now mopping the floor while listening to Han Qiaoye calling, hoping from the bottom of his heart that he suddenly came from the capital and transferred him away.

Han Qiaoye himself told him that he was here to serve his second brother's class and went back after a while. Zhuo Yifan was thinking every day how long it was for this "severe time". He came to fulfill his filial piety to his master. Why didn't his master meet for several days and serve this person?

Han Qiaoye was half lying on the sofa, holding the remote control to change the station, watching him mop the floor, showing his white teeth and smiled: "Yifan, I'm very serious in my work today, it's good, worthy of praise!"

Zhuo Yifan remained silent. He didn't know how long he could play the role of this unlucky child.

Han Qiaoye said again: "I picked out my meal today first, right?"

Zhuo Yifan mopped the floor with depression in his voice: "Yes." Xiao Han was very stingy and insisted on competing with a cat. They were all cooked in one pot, so why should he be picky about it?

When Han Qiaoye heard his answer, he felt satisfied and continued to change channels. He changed hundreds of channels several times. When Zhuo Yifan brought his food to him, he had changed from finance to cartoon, and it was played "SpongeBob SquarePants". Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but take a look.

Han Qiaoye asked, "Do you like this?"

Zhuo Yifan said with a cold face: "Who can see so naive?"

Han Qiaoye stopped to change the station and started watching SpongeBob SquarePants and Fat Star steadily.

His arms were a little "well" these two days, so he could eat by himself. He slowly became skilled with his left hand, and did not need Zhuo Yifan to feed him again. The two of them ate dinner together. Zhuo Yifan held the rice bowl and his eyes were brightly watched the cartoon. He forgot to pick up the dishes several times. Han Qiaoye didn't say it out loud, but he just had a smile in his eyes.

He was used to being deserted here, and suddenly there was a little thing at home and it was quite lively.

Han Qiaoye deliberately delayed the meal for a long time, so that Zhuo Yifan watched half of the episode of SpongeBob. Sure enough, the child was so excited to pack up after dinner and was in a much better mood. It was the first time he took the initiative to wipe his back when he was taking a shower.

Zhuo Yifan rolled the sleeve of his T-shirt onto his arm, exposed his arm, and smiled a little embarrassedly at him and said, "Actually, I haven't been able to say sorry to you. My arm is broken... It hurts a lot, right? Don't worry, I will take good care of you during this period."

Han Qiaoye blinked, a little surprised, and smiled and said, "Okay."

When he rubbed his body with a bath towel, Han Qiaoye knew for the first time what it means to be careful. His wrist was just right and he also took care of his bandaged hands. When he occasionally pinched them on his shoulders and neck a few times, it made people feel so comfortable that they couldn't help but squint.

He seemed to have touched a cat by accident.

Han Qiaoye thought about this, and the feeling of touching the hair is not bad.

He lay there and let Zhuo Yifan serve him. He saw the side of the child next to him. His arms were white and tender. He looked like he was raised at home, but it was not weak. When he was moving up and down, he would also raise a little slight swelling muscles in his upper arms, which was between a man and a boy, and was unexpectedly cute.

Han Qiaoye suddenly said, "What's going on with you, your master and that Luo Yi?"

Zhuo Yifan said inexplicably: "Ah?"

Han Qiaoye rubbed his hair, revealing his wet but smooth forehead, and his handsome facial features seemed much more aggressive than he usually said: "Don't tell me that the idiot cycle of 'I love you, but you love him'? That's too boring."

Zhuo Yifan said angrily: "How is it possible! Who will love that stupid guy!"

Then he told Han Qiaoye a different story, and removed the emotional line of workplace promotion. Luo Yi gradually entered his and his master's studio, then excluded him and occupied a high position, sacrificed others for his own interests, and even copied him and his master's heads!

"I couldn't help but sued him, but he and my master belonged to the same studio, and they were all involved in publishing and signatures. I didn't think much about it at the time. Anyway, it was involved in my master, so this time I came to apologize to my master..."

Han Qiaoye laughed, listening clearly in the bathroom, and he said, "You didn't think much at that time?"

Zhuo Yifan: “…”

Zhuo Yifan coughed and said, "I thought about it a little bit. The studio was almost ruined by Luo Yi. If my master can come out completely this time, his development will not be worse than before. He will be dragged down by Luo Yi. You don't know, my master is the kind of honest man who works hard and does not have high requirements for daily life. Luo Yi takes his book to find cooperation. He only needs to sign the contract when he signs it."

Han Qiaoye nodded and said, "Does Long Yu know about this?"

Zhuo Yifan said, "Master, I know. I asked me for information and files that day, and I gave it to him."

Han Qiaoye thought for a while and said, "Then don't worry, wait and see, your master is not easy to mess with."

He said that he was waiting to watch a good show, and his mentality was relatively leisurely. Zhuo Yifan was in the whirlpool of emotions, and he was still so angry that he couldn't extricate himself.

Han Qiaoye looked back at him and said, "It seems that every time you mention your master, you are easily excited?"

Zhuo Yifan said, "That's sure, I was raised by my master."

Han Qiaoye smiled and said, "This is the first time I have heard someone say this. Where are your parents?"

Zhuo Yifan said: "They have divorced long ago."

Han Qiaoye's smile froze and he quickly said, "Sorry."

Zhuo Yifan didn't care. He felt that he had been wiped out for him, so he stood up and said, "I'll get you a bathrobe." Then he went out.

Han Qiaoye wanted to talk to him for a few more words, but as soon as he went out, he heard his cell phone ringing, and his tone became respectful when he answered: "Second brother."

Han Er's tone was cold and his words were short and capable, and he said to him: "Third brother, you stay there for a while, and I have some things to deal with."

Han Qiaoye was quite respectful to his second brother and asked, "Brother, what's the matter? Do you want me to help?"

Han Er was in a good mood and said a few more words: "Private affairs, my dad and I applied for a marriage leave. After a while, I took Lu Ming out for a walk, which scared him this time."

Han Qiaoye held it in for a long time, was embarrassed to say it, and said stumbled around the bush: "Brother, is it okay for you to get your leg injured?"

Han Er: "Nothing is serious."

Han Qiaoye tentatively said: "Then I..." How long will it take for the replacement?

Before he could finish his questions, someone from Han Ershen came in and vaguely heard the voice of a young man. Han Er hung up the phone and didn't say anything more to his brother.

Han Qiaoye held it for a while and couldn't help but call it back, and said, "Second brother, when will I leave?"

Han Er was even more surprised than him: "Where are you going, and you are still abroad?"

Han Qiaoye didn't say anything, just pretended to be accused.

Han Er is a working machine. He is not very approachable at first. When he is scolding with a bad face, he looks more like a tyrant. He said to him: "Nonsense! You are so patient? You have been running out in the past two years. If you don't exercise more over there, you will be able to wear and wear patience. How can you firmly sit in the company in the future?"

Han Qiaoye said: "Brother, I have said it before, I am not interested in the company."

Han Er sneered: "Are you not interested or dare not? If you say a few words outside, you will take it seriously. Do you really think that you will be decentralized from me when you come back?"

Han Qiaoye said stubbornly: "I won't go back to the company anyway."

Han Er didn't give him any choice: "Okay, my dad is trying to retire, so my brother stays in the laboratory all day and doesn't come out. It's time for you to grow up and help me. Just settle it, so I'll leave it for a while."

Han Qiaoye could not refute, so he could only stay.

When he hung up the phone, he happened to see Zhuo Yifan changing shoes at the door with his bag on his back. He was about to leave, and the bag was bulging. You didn't need to open it and you knew that it was definitely a meal for his master's cat. Seeing him hanging up the phone, the child who had just pricked his ears and listened immediately turned his head to tie his shoelaces. The performance was not very good, and the signs of eavesdropping were too obvious.

As soon as Han Qiaoye approached him a little, the child pulled the door and ran away: "I'm back, I still have to feed the cat!"

He ran fast, leaving Han Qiaoye alone standing at the door, looking at the figure of the child who was jumping down like a monkey, and couldn't help but chuckling.

Han Qiaoye was forcibly stayed here. Although his heart that yearned for the prairie was still beating, his body was so heavy that it could not be dragged for half a step.

This is also reflected in work. If you are injured by an arm, you cannot avoid most of the work. Sometimes a secretary will send documents to his house for him to take a look. He stacked them aside half a foot high. Zhuo Yifan's scalp was numb when he saw it, as if he was back in high school when he was taking the papers, and he even felt a little sympathetic to Mr. Xiao Han.

However, Mr. Xiao Han was not diligent in this stack of work reports. He watched them all over the place, and most of the time he was entertainment. There was nothing much entertainment at home, so he could only watch TV.

Zhuo Yifan got used to the deadline. When he saw his work, he was always anxious. After a few times, he couldn't help asking him: "Why are you not in a hurry?"

Han Qiaoye smiled and said, "What's the hurry? These things are just sent to me. Do you believe it or not? These people even gave me a copy to my second brother?"

Zhuo Yifan didn't understand and said, "Show the same thing to two people, isn't this repeated?"

Han Qiaoye teased him half-truely and half-falsely, "You are still young and don't understand these things. This is my second brother's thing. I will help take care of something else. I will leave when he comes. Could it be that he really stays?"

Zhuo Yifan made up for the grudges of wealthy families, and his brothers were in conflict, and his eyes looked at him were filled with sympathy.

Han Qiaoye didn't notice it. He changed the TV channel aimlessly, not deliberately trying to watch anything, but just turned it on.

When Zhuo Yifan packed up his room and came out, he saw him sleeping on the sofa with his clothes in his clothes. The remote control was placed aside, with a very light blue color under his eyes. There was a very noisy variety show on the TV. The sound kept echoing in the empty living room, which sounded particularly lively.

Zhuo Yifan looked at him for a while and brought him a blanket.

I went back early.

He walked on the road and thought, it seemed that for a while, he was the same, and his family had to be busy before he could sleep, otherwise he would be particularly uneasy.

Han Qiaoye, will this person be uneasy?
Chapter completed!