Waking up in the morning, Fang Ru went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast after washing up. He used to have a good habit of going to bed early and getting up early, and he had three meals a day on time.
"Morning, Mr. Yuan." Seeing Yuan Che coming to the living room, Fang Ru greeted with a smile, "Today's breakfast is sandwiches and hot milk."
Yuan Che sat down and said, "I don't like drinking milk, replace it with juice or coffee."
"Okay." Fang Ru changed him to a glass of juice.
Yuan Che took a bite of the sandwich, frowned, then threw the sandwich back on the plate in displeasure, and left the dinner table without saying a word.
Fang Ru looked at the sandwich with only one bite - he didn't drink milk or eat vegetables, even the few slices of lettuce sandwiched in the sandwich were unwilling to eat. Fang Ru knew that he didn't like to eat these, just now he just wanted to test his picky eating degree, and now the result came out. He obviously has mania, but he keeps eating greasy food!
Half an hour later, Yuan Che walked out of the room in a suit and leather shoes.
Before going out, Fang Ru handed him a paper bag: "Mr. Yuan, you didn't eat anything for breakfast, take this with you."
"What?" Yuan Che just asked casually without raising his eyes.
“Chicken wraps and homemade plums.”
Yuan Che paused, took the paper bag and went out.
Sending off the young master, Fang Ru looked around, then walked slowly into the study.
Different from the living room, Yuan Che's study is very tidy. A large black bookshelf on the right occupies an entire wall, and the books on it are arranged neatly by type from left to right. A huge desk is placed by the window, and there is only one computer on it. There is a small shelf behind the desk, which holds some documents. On the left is a set of leather sofa and wooden coffee table, and several bottles of red wine are stored in the cabinet of the sofa.
The whole space feels simple, serious and without temperature.
Fang Ru exited the room. Although he came for the purpose of treatment, he was not interested in invading other people's privacy. The purpose of checking the study just now was to gain a deeper understanding of Yuan Che's life characteristics and behavior habits, and the second was to prepare to perform his duties as a nanny and clean the room. But obviously, the second young master Yuan had a completely different attitude towards the study and the living room. The study probably only needed to be dusted off every day.
Fang Ru went to Yuan Che's bedroom again, as expected, it was still deserted and empty, except for the impact of the exaggeratedly large bed, there was nothing else to say. Living in such a cold environment for a long time, even normal people will get bored.
Back in his room, Fang Ru opened his laptop and began to create a secret file to record his observations that day.
Yuan Che walked into the office, sorted out the documents first, and checked the time. It was 10 minutes before work. So he took out the lunch box that Fang Ru gave him, opened the lid, and there were chicken rolls, sour plums and chocolates lined up inside.
chocolate
Yuan Che raised his eyebrows indifferently, asked the secretary to bring a cup of coffee, and then enjoyed his breakfast while browsing the information on the computer.
There was nothing he disliked in the breakfast this time, and the sour plums were also very appetizing, so he ate very quickly. I inadvertently twisted a piece of chocolate and threw it into my mouth. It melted in my mouth, and the light sweetness filled my tongue, as well as the silky red wine taste.
Um? Yuan Che's movements paused, and he looked at those chocolates, which were moderately sweet, soft and smooth but not greasy. He couldn't help but ate another one, and this time the taste was different again, bittersweet, crunchy and delicate, very tasty.
There are five different flavors for a simple five pieces of chocolate, he is quite thoughtful.
A slightly relieved expression appeared on Yuan Che's face.
However, his good mood didn't last long. In the next meeting, because of a branch manager's mistake, everyone felt as if they were in the Arctic.
After get off work, the driver tremblingly sent Yuan Che home. Yuan Che opened the door and entered the house with a cold face, then closed the door with a "bang", kicked off his shoes, picked up the ashtray and threw it on the wall, yelling There was a loud crackling sound.
Fang Ru poked his head out of the kitchen when he heard the sound, and found that Yuan Che was sweeping away the things in the living room like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
He didn't expect that he would be lucky enough to see Yuan Er Shao's crazy appearance the next day. It was really a vicious person, throwing and kicking, the tables, chairs, cups and bowls were slaughtered; he sat down and stood up for a while, with an excited expression, as if he couldn't control himself at all. No wonder there were no decorations in the house. With his destructive power, any decorations would die tragically.
"What are you looking at?" Yuan Che stared at Fang Ru with eagle-like eyes.
Fang Ru quickly raised the kitchen knife and replied: "Sorry, Mr. Yuan, I don't know that this can't be watched, I'm leaving now, you continue."
As he said that, he went into the kitchen again and continued to cook his soup and chop his vegetables.
Yuan Che was stunned, what do you mean by "you continue"? Is he watching a play? With a cold snort, Yuan Che threw the coat he took off on the sofa, then lay down on the sofa, took out a cigarette and lit it. After taking a few puffs, he kicked the coffee table violently, loosened his tie, and looked irritable.
Fang Ru heard that there was no movement outside, so he walked out of the kitchen, opened the French windows, and let the fresh air into the house.
Then, he made a cup of milk tea and gently placed it on the coffee table beside Yuan Che, then walked away, took out the cleaning tool and started cleaning the living room.
Yuan Che ignored him, he was afraid that he would throw things at people if he couldn't control himself, but Fang Ru was very sensible and didn't bother him, just walked by lightly and naturally.
The sound of setting aside the teacup was heard, and then a faint fragrance wafted into his nose. Yuan Che turned his head and saw a cup of milk tea on the skewed coffee table.
He suddenly felt that the smell of cigarettes on his mouth was full of bitterness, so he crushed the cigarette out and picked up the cup of milk tea.
After taking a sip, he calmed down a little, and he began to pay attention to the busy figure.
At this moment, Fang Ru is taking Yuan Che as the center of the circle, gradually shrinking inward from the periphery, cleaning up little by little, his movements are unhurried, not like cleaning, but more like painting, pointing, hooking, bending, brushing... , if there is music, he even doubts that this guy will dance.
After going through the scene just now, not only was he not afraid, but he was able to maintain such a relaxed mood, which is really incredible.
Fang Ru cleaned up all the way to Yuan Che's side, only one step away from him. Yuan Che did not show any disgust or anger, but just glanced at him lightly.
Fang Ru smiled, turned and left with the trash.
Then he went to the room to change his clothes, came out to set the tableware, and greeted, "Mr. Yuan, it's time to eat."
Yuan Che got up and came to the table, stared straight at Fang Ru, and said coldly, "Do you have anything to say?"
"Ah? What does Mr. Yuan want me to say?" Fang Ru looked back at him, his glazed eyes were somewhat confused.
"Didn't you see my appearance just now?" Yuan Che's face was sullen and his tone was gloomy.
"I see." Fang Ru touched his nose, lowered his head slightly, and his hair fell to his forehead along with his movements, "Actually, Mr. Wang mentioned it to me before coming here, so I was mentally prepared. "
"Really? You're not afraid at all?"
"Well, I have also practiced." Fang Ru raised his head, showing a silly smile like an angel.
Yuan Che's eyes flickered, and he felt that his breath was stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out. What is "I have also practiced"? Does he mean that if there is a fight, he won't necessarily suffer
"Practiced? Very good. I will have a chance to ask you to do two tricks in the future." Yuan Che looked at him pickily from top to bottom, but he was only about 175 cm tall, with a slender frame, no calluses on his hands, light walking, and a soft temperament Lay down, how does it look like "practiced"
"Well, okay." Fang Ru readily agreed.
Yuan Che didn't dare to underestimate him now, maybe he was really hiding something.
After dinner, Yuan Che walked into the study, turned on the computer, and found that he had a new email. The sender is Dylan, it should be the results of the investigation he was asked to do before. He clicked on the email and carefully browsed the information sent by Dylan.
Fang Ru, 23 years old, a native of City A, his parents died young, he graduated from the Conservatory of Music of H University, majoring in piano...
Yuan Che knocked on the table while looking at it. This information seems to be not much different from the resume information given to him by Uncle Wang before. Could it be that he is really suspicious
There was a sneering smile on the corner of Yuan Che's mouth, just treat him as suspicious. He didn't want to delve into anything, as long as he honestly helped him with housework, everything else was secondary. After getting along for two days, he is quite satisfied with this little guy, he is good at cooking, gentle and not annoying.
I hope he can stay longer, he is really tired of changing people.
On the other side, a man was sitting in front of the computer, muttering convulsively: "Boss, don't blame me, the big boss sent someone to hold a gun to my head, I have to do as they say. Actually, It’s nice to have a psychiatrist as a companion, isn’t it…”
In the following days, Fang Ru began to test Yuan Che's emotional control step by step, and improved his living environment by the way. For example, add a little warmer color.
"Fang Ru, what is this?" Yuan Che raised the two khaki-colored fox pillows on the sofa and asked with a gloomy expression.
"Ah, this is my pillow." Fang Ru took the pillow, leaned against his face, and murmured, "I think it would be more comfortable to put two pillows on the sofa. Don't Mr. Yuan like it?"
Yuan Che pursed his lips, staring at his face surrounded by foxes, felt a bit itchy for no reason, and said stiffly, "If you want to let it go, then let it go!"
"Thank you, Mr. Yuan."
"However, it must be placed where I cannot sit!"
Hearing this, Fang Ru looked left and right, then his eyes lit up, and he placed the fox pillows on the armrest of the sofa, one on each side.
"What do you think of this, Mr. Yuan? You won't be able to sit on the armrest."
"..." Yuan Che looked at the two stupid foxes, and felt that the style of the whole sofa was ruined by them.
at breakfast.
"Fang Ru, what is this?" Yuan Che pointed at the poached eggs on the plate that were placed in a smiling face, with a distorted expression.
"Happy poached egg and ham set meal." Fang Ru placed another glass of juice, "Perfect!"
Where is Perfect? That smiling face is distorted like this!
"It's all what you like to eat, please enjoy it!"
"..." Are you sure your Chinese is okay
during lunch break.
Yuan Che opened the food box that Fang Ru gave him, and was almost blinded by the strange biscuits in this box. Each biscuit has a different shape, such as bicycles, cars, ships, tanks, pistols, bombs, cannons, rockets... He felt that Fang Ru possessed a brain capable of conquering the world, and he almost failed to build an atomic bomb. Wait, this biscuit that looks like cat poop isn't the atomic bomb!
"Fang Ru, if you prepare this kind of thing for me tomorrow, I will deduct your salary!" Yuan Che roared on the phone.
Fang Ru hung up the phone, overjoyed, and didn't take his threat seriously at all.
He does this not just to improve the quality of his life, but also to channel his emotions appropriately.
Yuan Che was subconsciously afraid of losing control, so he suppressed his emotions all the time. When it really gets out of control, emotions will be vented like a storm. The small changes in life are obviously not enough to touch his bottom line. What really makes him nervous is the high-paced work mode.