Ruan Cunyun was stunned by this confession. He uttered a short "ah" and immediately buried his head in eating the remaining snacks, with his earlobe gradually stained.
Because he was telling the truth, Qin Fanglu didn't feel like he had flirted with anyone, so he returned to the main topic and asked, "Do you still want to continue being the host?"
Ruan Cunyun revealed his true feelings: "If possible, I hope to never be a host again in my life."
Later, the two chatted for a while, and Ruan Cunyun finally figured it out.
He is not suitable to be a host, or any task of speaking in public. Academic speeches are to express one's achievements, while hosting is purely to show one's ability.
Ruan Cunyun being a host is like a shark wanting to go ashore, an eagle wanting to dive, or a paper man wanting to become three-dimensional. It is impossible and unnecessary.
Hosting is not his main job. Spending too much energy and effort on this, even to the point of threatening his health, would simply be a waste of effort.
But it is undeniable that from society to companies, and even in school classes, people will pay more attention to extroverted and cheerful people, and those who work silently may be ignored or even excluded.
So they can only twist themselves into the mold of cheerful and extroverted people and struggle to play another personality.
In response, Qin Fanglu only held his chin and said, "There are indeed some problems with the management of our company."
Ruan Cunyun stood there without moving, muttering, "It's too busy."
Qin Fanglu usually does not eat lunch at the company. Sometimes he disappears for the entire afternoon and comes back after dinner time, sitting back at his workstation against the flow of people leaving get off work.
"I still have some work to do." Qin Fanglu turned a page, pushed his glasses up his nose, looked up at him after a while, and curved his lips, "You're not waiting for me to get off work, are you?"
With nothing weighing on his mind anymore, Ruan Cunyun resumed his habit of stealing glances at Qin Fanglu. He would glance at him whenever he had time. Sometimes he would receive a smiling look back at him, and then Ruan Cunyun would quickly run away.
When he went to work again, Ruan Cunyun found Lao Yu and handed him a sincere letter of application to resign from the hosting position.
He always seemed to handle everything silently and quickly behind the scenes. When Ruan Cunyun didn't even realize it, Qin Fanglu had done so much for him.
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As the end of the year approaches, every department becomes busy.
So he packed up his things, said goodbye and ran away.
Ruan Cunyun asked him back: "Why haven't you left yet?"
After Ruan Cunyun left, Qin Fanglu took a short breath and pressed his palms hard on his abdomen, where his stomach was.
Lu Shan has been a host countless times from elementary school to college, but due to fierce competition in their department, he was only given a position to write scripts.
They hit it off immediately and everyone was happy. Ruan Cunyun could do his behind-the-scenes work with peace of mind, and those who wanted to go on stage could get the opportunity to show themselves.
Ruan Cunyun thought that this might be the boss. He couldn't help him, so he could only ask him, "Boss Qin, have you had dinner?"
The fingers flipping through the documents paused for a second, and Qin Fanglu smiled smoothly: "I ate it. Do you care about me?"
This trick worked wonders against Ruan Cunyun. There was no way he would let his leader's driver take him home.
Seeing that he was still not leaving, Qin Fanglu offered an option: "If you delay any longer, the subway will be closed. If you continue to stay here, I will ask the driver to drive my car to take you back."
Ruan Cunyun replied "I'm here" and asked him, "Have you finished get off work?"
Qin Fanglu urged him to go home, but Ruan Cunyun hesitated and didn't want to leave.
"I didn't..." Ruan Cunyun's eyes wandered, "I was reminding you to get off work."
As time went by, Ruan Cunyun gradually discovered that Qin Fanglu's time spent in the office became irregular.
Ruan Cunyun nodded, sighing silently in his heart. Qin Fanglu always did things properly. He didn't know what means he used to make his father wake up, and now he directly adjusted the department's regulations.
Ruan Cunyun arrives at the company early in the morning, but every time he arrives at the office recently, Qin Fanglu is already sitting at his seat and seems to have been working for a while.
After another long phone call, Ruan Cunyun became a little restless and walked step by step to Qin Fanglu's desk, startling Qin Fanglu who was concentrating on reading documents.
It’s not because of anything else. It’s just too pitiful that Qin Fanglu is working overtime alone under the empty and pale light.
"It will be done soon." Qin Fanglu said gently, "I will leave after I finish dealing with this matter. You go home first."
"In fact, according to normal procedures, the host should be selected from each department. There are many people who are good at speaking in other departments, and they signed up very enthusiastically, so they were selected normally. But you are the only all-round newcomer in the Ministry of Science and Technology. In order to save trouble, I did not hold a selection in the Ministry of Science and Technology, and called you directly. I'm sorry."
Ruan Cunyun paused and said slowly: "Well... this kind of thing really requires voluntary participation to be done well."
Not long after returning home, Qin Fanglu received a WeChat message asking Ruan Cunyun "Have you arrived home?"
"He not only came to me." Old Yu smiled, "Boss Qin talked directly to the head of our Organization Department, and then he convened a department meeting with great efficiency to update some outdated and inappropriate old plans."
"Why haven't you left yet?" Qin Fanglu's face was still a little confused, his eyes passed through the thin lenses and fell on Ruan Cunyun's face.
"I remember Lu Shan was very good. He always told me how to host and control the show. If he was willing, I could switch with him and I would write the scripts," said Ruan Cunyun.
The two discussed for a while how to coordinate. Ruan Cunyun had retired and needed someone to take over for him.
"The best way for you to care about me is to go home now and send me a message to let me know you're safe when you get home." Qin Fanglu picked up the cup and drank water, "So that I don't have to worry."
"I just asked casually!" Ruan Cunyun immediately denied it, then his voice weakened and he whispered: "Well, there is a little bit..."
Qin Fanglu heard this and smiled, "It's always like this at the end of the year. I'm used to it. It's not too busy."
Finally, Old Yu said "I'm sorry" to Ruan Cunyun, and said, "It was only with President Qin's advice that we realized that the current selection method is unreasonable. We should not require each department to provide a host, but should see who is interested within the entire company. The annual meeting is meant to make everyone happy, and we can't turn this into a burden."
The entire floor was almost empty, but Qin Fanglu was still sitting in front of the computer, making calls one after another, his hands never stopping typing on the keyboard.
Without the psychological pressure of hosting, Ruan Cunyun's life suddenly returned to its original pace, and even felt a little relaxed.
He said a lot, but Ruan Cunyun only caught one piece of information: "Boss Qin has contacted you?"
Unexpectedly, Old Yu sighed, said "sorry" to him first, then pulled out a chair and asked Ruan Cunyun to sit down.
When he asked the person, Lu Shan was so surprised that he asked, "Really? That's great!"
Ruan Cunyun frowned silently, afraid of disturbing Qin Fanglu's work, so he did not take the initiative to look for him, but stayed at the table and did not leave work.
Qin Fanglu replied after five minutes with "It's down".
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Because the whole team has been busy recently, Xiaomei no longer brings her own lunch, and everyone eats out together.
Colleagues chatted around the dining table.
Sister Rain said, “… it’s very tricky.”
Ruan Cunyun didn't hear clearly, so he leaned over and asked her, "What did you just say was difficult?"
Sister Rain poured herself a cup of coffee and said, "The big client the company is trying to win recently is very difficult and the competition is fierce. Some things have not been agreed upon, so the senior management is having a headache."
"But this cooperation is too important." Xiaomei tapped her chopsticks. "If we can reach this cooperation, it will take the company to another level."
"Boss Qin thinks so too," another colleague said, "so he's been very busy lately. He should be having a lunch meeting with the boss right now."
Ruan Cunyun stopped eating, even chewing slowed down, and listened with his ears perked up.
Sister Rain nodded: "I received the document approved by President Qin at two o'clock this morning. I guess he didn't sleep much."
Ruan Cunyun swallowed a mouthful of noodles with difficulty and asked, "Is it this busy at the end of every year?"
"Year
It will be a little busier in the end of the year.” Sister Rain thought for a moment, “but not as busy as this year. Especially this year, the pressure is on the management, and there are also requirements from the shareholders’ meeting. There are many problems piled up and need to be solved bit by bit.”
"Yeah." The colleague sighed and laughed at himself. "I used to envy the big guys for making so much money, but now I know that you have to pay as much as you earn. The pressure from the top management is so great that I dare not even think about it. They really risk their lives to make money!"
The chopsticks tapped lightly on the edge of the bowl and Ruan Cunyun could no longer eat.
There were another round of seminars in the afternoon. Qin Fanglu was not in the office most of the time. When he was there occasionally, people would immediately gather around his desk to sign documents for him or ask for his opinion on decisions.
This went on for several days in a row. The entire department was running busy and orderly. Ruan Cunyun could hardly find time to talk to Qin Fanglu alone. After returning home at night, he did not dare to send him WeChat, for fear of disturbing his work and taking up his time.
Sister Rain handed a document to Ruan Cunyun and asked him to wait for Qin Fanglu to come back for his signature as usual. Ruan Cunyun agreed without hesitation.
It was not until almost the end of the get off work day that Qin Fanglu hurried back from outside, strode back to his workstation, sat down in front of the computer with a murderous look in his eyes and a slightly frowned brow.
Unlike the last time when he was hesitant, Ruan Cunyun stood up almost immediately this time, walked to Qin Fanglu without waiting for a second, and handed him the document to be signed.
"Boss Qin, do you have time to sign?"
Ruan Cunyun asked.
The hostility in Qin Fanglu's eyes disappeared instantly.
"Okay, put it here." Qin Fanglu tapped the desktop.
Ruan Cunyun put it down as he was told and asked casually, "What can I do to help you?"
This sentence does not include "Mr. Qin" or the honorific "you". If you listen carefully, you can hear a sense of intimacy in the tone.
He said this to "Qin Fanglu" rather than his boss.
"No need." Qin Fanglu knew what he meant. After all, he had been obviously busy recently.
Then he smiled and said: "If you eat well, drink well and rest well, that will be the greatest help to me."
Ruan Cunyun pursed his lips, said "hmm" softly, and turned away.
I feel a sense of loss, but also a sense of relief that "I knew it would be like this."
He is just a junior employee. What kind of help can he provide to Qin Fanglu
In the evening, Ruan Cunyun simply gave up on going home from get off work and watched Qin Fanglu sitting at his desk without moving. He would occasionally get a glass of water or go to the bathroom, and would be back in ten minutes at most.
Ruan Cunyun had finished all the work on hand and could only secretly watch Qin Fanglu busy himself and could do nothing else.
Colleagues also left late, and got off work one after another around eight o'clock. Ruan Cunyun followed the crowd and went downstairs with them.
Xiaomei stretched and sighed, "Fortunately, I only have to take care of the technology. I heard that something strange happened with the client again. I don't know how long the senior management will be busy tonight."
Everyone in the elevator was discussing how difficult the transaction negotiations were. Ruan Cunyun listened silently without saying a word.
When they got downstairs, Xiaomei called out, "Xiaoyun, aren't you going to the subway station? It's over here."
Ruan Cunyun turned around and said, "Sister Xiaomei, you go first. I'm going to buy something!"
He said goodbye to his colleagues and went to the restaurant where Qin Fanglu often ate to pack a dinner.
For no other reason, Ruan Cunyun suddenly began to doubt the authenticity of Qin Fanglu's statement that he had "eaten".
When I returned to the company, the entire floor was almost empty, with only a few colleagues sitting there working overtime, but Qin Fanglu's seat was empty.
Ruan Cunyun tightly grasped the takeaway bag, looked at the pile of documents spread out on Qin Fanglu's desk and his coat hanging on the back of his chair, and guessed that he should not have left yet.
After waiting for more than ten minutes without seeing him come back, Ruan Cunyun put the lunch box on Qin Fanglu's table and walked deeper into the corridor with an inspiration.
—The lounge he often went to was actually Qin Fanglu’s private property.
Before he reached the door of the lounge, Ruan Cunyun heard Qin Fanglu's intermittent voice coming from inside.
"Mr. Gao, we have discussed this issue many times before, and you also agree.
Well, there is no room for negotiation on this one..."
His footsteps became slower and slower. Ruan Cunyun approached the door and leaned over to look inside.
The lounge was dimly lit, with only an orange desk lamp on.
Qin Fanglu curled up on the sofa with his side, his cell phone pressed to his ear, his other hand seemed to be pressing on his abdomen, his brows were obviously furrowed, his eyes were closed, and he looked uncomfortable.
Qin Fanglu's breathing was heavy, but his business conversation with the person on the other end of the phone remained calm and serious, making it impossible to tell his state of mind.
Ruan Cunyun hid behind the shadow of the wooden door and heard the long business meeting finally end. Qin Fanglu hung up the phone and let out a suppressed sigh of pain.
His palms were sweating and Ruan Cunyun felt as if his breathing was being tightened.
Ruan Cunyun really wanted to rush in and hug him, but Qin Fanglu answered another phone call and calmly entered into a new round of conversation.
After standing outside the door for a while, Ruan Cunyun didn't hear any of the content of the call clearly. The only sound he could hear was Qin Fanglu's low and restrained breathing.
After getting up and leaving, Ruan Cunyun went downstairs to the pharmacy to buy a box of stomach medicine and packed a new can of hot soup.
When he returned to the company again, Qin Fanglu was sitting upright at the table reading documents, and he had not yet opened the takeaway bag he had placed on top of the table.
Ruan Cunyun put the stomach medicine into his pocket, held the soup bowl with both hands and placed it on Qin Fanglu's desk, and their eyes met.
Before Ruan Cunyun had time to speak, he heard Qin Fanglu say "I'm sorry".
Qin Fanglu slowly stroked the lines on the pen cap: "I've been too busy lately and haven't had much time to talk to you." Ruan Cunyun dragged a chair and sat down next to Qin Fanglu, looking up at him and asked: "Is that all you want to tell me? You don't have time to talk to me?"
"This cooperation is very important, so I've been very busy recently. It will be fine after this period of busy work." Qin Fanglu still had a smile on his face, "Are you tired recently?"
"I've finished my work, I'm not tired." Ruan Cunyun rarely showed any expression, and raised his chin slightly, "Have you eaten?"
There was a hint of interrogation in his tone, which had already exceeded the scope of the workplace and did not sound like something a subordinate would say to his superior.
Qin Fanglu actually felt nervous and answered honestly, "Not yet."
Ruan Cunyun silently pushed the soup and takeaway in front of him. Qin Fanglu obediently opened the lunch box, took a mouthful of hot food and a spoonful of hot soup, and his tight stomach was immediately smoothed out comfortably.
"If I don't buy it, you won't eat it, right?" Ruan Cunyun asked.
Qin Fanglu explained: "I was really busy and forgot."
"Are you going to work later?"
"There are still some things that haven't been dealt with." Qin Fanglu looked at Ruan Cunyun very gently, "Thank you for the soup and dinner, you should go home and rest soon."
Ruan Cunyun nodded and watched Qin Fanglu finish his meal quickly in silence. He helped him clean up the empty boxes, but did not listen to him and go home. Instead, he sat down steadily at his table.
The office was quiet for a long time, with only two intertwined, continuous keyboard sounds.
One of the keyboard sounds suddenly stopped, and Qin Fanglu's surprised voice rang out: "Ruan Cunyun, why are you still here?"
Ruan Cunyun raised his eyes frankly: "Wait for you to get off work together."
"Don't wait for me. It's not worth it." Qin Fanglu came over and gently pressed Ruan Cunyun's shoulders. He said in a gentle voice, "Why are you wasting time with me? I don't even know what time it will be."
"You don't want me to accompany you, but you always come to accompany me." Ruan Cunyun pouted, "Then tell me a way, how can I help you?"
"I've told you before, your good and happy life is the greatest help to me." Qin Fanglu's low voice was filled with a smile.
"We can't do this." Ruan Cunyun turned around and stood up, which further highlighted the height difference between the two of them, like an invisible step.
Along the way, it seemed that Qin Fanglu was helping him, tolerating him, and using powerful abilities that Ruan Cunyun could not imagine to help him settle everything and lead him to grow.
Ruan Cunyun wondered, what was he to Qin Fanglu
He could neither help Qin Fanglu negotiate nor share his worries, and now he was even deprived of the right to accompany him.
Ruan Cunyun doesn't want to
As the person who is always protected, he also wants to protect Qin Fanglu.
"Sincerely, you don't have to think about giving me anything in return." Qin Fanglu leaned down slightly, looked at Ruan Cunyun straight in the eye, and reached out to smooth his slightly wrinkled brows.
Ruan Cunyun felt Qin Fanglu's fingertips sliding across his eyes, closed his eyes, and thought, here it comes again.
Here it comes again. Qin Fanglu squatted down and looked at him straight in the face.
Ruan Cunyun opened his eyes stubbornly, his eyes clear: "I just want to work overtime with you, I don't want you to be alone."
Qin Fanglu negotiated with him: "I appreciate your kindness, but this is not necessary, right? You have just resumed your work and rest schedule, why do you have to stay up late with me? It will make you feel uncomfortable."
Ruan Cunyun stared at him without blinking: "You stayed up late too and didn't eat. Are you feeling well?"
Qin Fanglu just smiled and said, "There is always a period of time every year when I am so busy. I have already practiced it a long time ago, so I don't feel uncomfortable at all."
Under the bright light, Ruan Cunyun felt for the first time that Qin Fanglu's smile was extremely dazzling.
Because when he was lying alone in the lounge, he clearly had such a painful expression on his face.
Qin Fanglu even refused to tell him the truth.
Ruan Cunyun blinked away a drop of water from his eyes and said lightly, "Okay."
He took out the box of stomach medicine from his pocket, stuffed it into Qin Fanglu's hand, grabbed the bag on the table, and walked out the door without looking back.
Ruan Cunyun politely said goodbye: "I'm going back. Goodbye, President Qin."
At exactly twelve o'clock in the morning, at the end of the old day and the beginning of the new year, Ruan Cunyun sent a message to Qin Fanglu on WeChat, "Mr. Qin, remember to take your medicine."
Qin Fanglu sent a long string of messages without pause.
Aren’t you asleep yet
I'm home [image]
Don't worry, I called the family doctor and my stomach is fine.
Thanks for the medicine, and dinner.
My stomach does feel a little uncomfortable today, but I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would worry.
It’s not that I don’t want you to accompany me, but I’m afraid that your body can’t handle it.
Ruan Cunyun read word by word, repeated it three times, staring at the two words "afraid of you", and became angrier and angrier the more he read.
I typed the words and deleted them, and ultimately didn't reply to him.
Ruan Cunyun buried himself in the quilt and sulked.
What a crappy leader, it’s obvious that he himself is not smart either.
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Busy days are like a piece of cloth that has been washed until it turns white, dry, dull and tense.
The chat history remained stuck on the long string of messages sent by Qin Fanglu. Qin Fanglu was busy with work at the company, and the two of them didn't talk much.
The only change was that Qin Fanglu took every opportunity to peek at Ruan Cunyun.
Ruan Cunyun was keenly aware of his gaze and felt his heart burning, but his eyes moved in the opposite direction and he stubbornly refused to look back at him.
At around five o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Fanglu changed into a formal suit and walked out without looking around. When he passed by Ruan Cunyun, he stopped for a moment, as if he was about to say something.
Ruan Cunyun couldn't help but looked up and looked at him.
Another senior executive came up, patted Qin Fanglu on the shoulder, and said something to him while holding a piece of paper. Qin Fanglu turned his head and looked away, but still failed to speak to Ruan Cunyun.
Several people strode into the elevator.
The elevator door slowly closed, and the sound of murmurs of discussion could be heard nearby.
Ruan Cunyun heard someone say "It's a tough battle", and another person said "Of course, the big boss above them is here, they will drink to death."
Someone smiled and replied: "What are you afraid of? Our President Qin can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk! He can win in a minute!"
Ruan Cunyun's heart sank.
The location of the hotel is not difficult to find. There are only a few high-end dinners that the company often books. Since a big boss is visiting this time, it must be the most expensive one.
Ruan Cunyun finished his work, left work on time, and waited not far from the hotel entrance with a small bag on his shoulder.
He didn't know what he was waiting for. The magnificent restaurant was brightly lit and the sound of clinking glasses could be faintly heard from inside. However, the night was so dark that there was not a trace of light and the sky was like a piece of thick cloth.
It was late autumn and the air was already very cold, and the cold wind penetrated into Ruan Cunyun's sleeves.
Waves of guests came in and out, and under the orange light, the place was bustling with activity.
Finally, several people filed out of the gate, their bodies swaying slightly, their cheeks rosy, and their laughter loud.
Next came several senior executives of the company, some of whom held their foreheads slightly.
Qin Fanglu was the last one to come out. He had an upright posture and clear eyes, but there were a few wrinkles on his white shirt and his hair was not messy at all.
His smile was as confident and powerful as usual. He shook hands and hugged the other party, said with a smile, "It's a pleasure to work with you", and then, together with other senior executives, sent the guests to the car.
As soon as the bosses left, a senior executive rushed into the green belt, bent down and vomited. Qin Fanglu took a bottle of water and handed it to him.
It is just as they say, this is a "tough battle", wine is like swords and guns, and drunkenness is like a defeated general.
Since childhood, Ruan Cunyun never understood what a drinking table was, why his father always forced him to practice drinking, why he had to talk business at the drinking table, and why the more he drank, the worse he became.
Now he is hiding in the darkness, still unable to figure it out, but the pure doubt is covered with a layer of helplessness and sadness of the adult world.
He watched Qin Fanglu send his colleagues to the car one by one, then he took out his cell phone and made a call, apparently to the driver.
Ruan Cunyun walked out slowly from the shadows, and walked uncontrollably towards Qin Fanglu, his steps getting faster and faster, until he almost ran.
He ran to stand in front of Qin Fanglu and his cell phone fell to the ground.
Ruan Cunyun bent down to pick it up for him, only to find that Qin Fanglu's fingers were shaking.
The last second, Qin Fanglu's body was still as straight as a pine tree.
The next moment, Ruan Cunyun felt a weight on his shoulders. Qin Fanglu leaned over and hugged him, with half of his body weight on him, and a strong smell of alcohol hit him in the face.
Ruan Cunyun had never seen Qin Fanglu like this.
Even if he was frightened by flying insects and exciting projects, Qin Fanglu was always self-sustaining and strong, but now he felt as if all the bones in his body were pulled out, and intense fatigue surged from every crack in his bones.
Qin Fanglu rubbed the side of Ruan Cunyun's face without any method, and his voice was low and hoarse: "... Uncomfortable."
Ruan Cunyun's eyes turned red instantly. He patted his back in panic and kept comforting him in a low voice.
The driver finally arrived and together with Ruan Cunyun, stuffed Qin Fanglu into the car.
When they arrived at Qin Fanglu's home, the driver and Ruan Cunyun helped Qin Fanglu to the door of his house.
The driver was still there, so Ruan Cunyun had no way to stay. When he was about to leave, he found that Qin Fanglu had grasped the corner of his clothes tightly and he couldn't pull it away.
The driver said calmly, "Thank you, Mr. Ruan."
As soon as the driver finished speaking, Ruan Cunyun felt someone grabbing his waist with one hand, the door slammed shut behind him, and he was dragged into the house without any explanation.
Ruan Cunyun hurriedly turned on the lights in Qin Fanglu's house. The room was still decorated as simply and cleanly as last time.
Under the bright light, Ruan Cunyun could see Qin Fanglu's red eyes, and the smell of alcohol was still very strong.
"Mr. Qin, Qin Fanglu, you are drunk..." Ruan Cunyun carried Qin Fanglu into the bedroom with difficulty, remembering that this was the same closed door as last time.
When I turned on the lights, I saw that the bedroom was spacious and clean, and there was no difference from an ordinary bedroom.
But at this time, Ruan Cunyun was in no mood to observe the bedroom. Qin Fanglu sat on the bed and still held Ruan Cunyun to prevent him from leaving.
Ruan Cunyun pried Qin Fanglu's tightly clenched fingers apart one by one and comforted him like a child: "I'll get a towel to help you wipe it. I'll be back soon, really."
Qin Fanglu hesitated for a moment, and finally relaxed in confusion.
"Boss Qin, where are your towels? Do you have any hangover medicine?"
Not sure if Qin Fanglu understood, he raised his hand and pointed in a direction unsteadily.
"This drawer?" Ruan Cunyun walked hurriedly towards a cabinet and reached out to open it.
In an instant, the world was spinning. Qin Fanglu pushed Ruan Cunyun against the wall by his hips. The strong liquor and his breath hit Ruan Cunyun's neck at close range, instantly giving him goose bumps.
Qin Fanglu immediately relaxed his strength and pressed his whole body heavily on Ruan Cunyun, like a koala hugging a tree trunk.
Ruan Cunyun felt a pain in his heart.
He thought, Qin Fanglu, are you only willing to rely on me when you are drunk
Ruan Cunyun was completely helpless and helped Qin Fanglu walk towards the bathroom. Now he couldn't escape from Qin Fanglu for a moment.
Feeling a little dizzy from the alcohol, Ruan Cunyun suddenly asked, "Qin Fanglu, who am I?"
Qin Fanglu didn't even raise his head and didn't react at all.
Ruan Cunyun knew that he was really drunk, and did not ask Qin Fanglu for an answer.
After a long while, Qin Fanglu was helped into the bathtub, neatly dressed, still holding Ruan Cunyun's arm tightly.
He breathed heavily and spoke unclearly: "Ruan Cunyun... My stomach hurts."
(End of this chapter)