Yuan Che rushed into the house like the wind, slammed the door shut, then strode to Fang Ru's door, and thumped on the door: "Fang Ru, open the door!"
The door opened quickly, and Fang Ru stood in front of him in pajamas with a pillow in his arms, wondering, "Mr. Yuan, what's wrong?"
"Come here, practice a few moves with me." Yuan Che walked towards the gym without looking back.
Fang Ru touched his nose and followed behind him slowly.
"Hurry up!" Yuan Che kicked the mat off the ground and angrily reprimanded him.
"Oh." Fang Ru held a pillow and stood opposite Yuan Che.
Yuan Che threw his suit on the ground, raised his foot and kicked Fang Ru.
Fang Ru shifted slightly to avoid Yuan Che's attack, but before he could stand still, a fist hit him in the face again. Fang Ru raised the pillow to block him, and knocked him back a few steps with his fist through the pillow. Yuan Che bowed and punched him in the stomach again. Fang Ru knelt down on the ground, Yuan Che couldn't stop his momentum, and hit him on the left side of the cheek with his bent knee, completely knocking him to the ground.
Yuan Che looked at Fang Ru, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and fell to the ground, with a stunned expression, and said angrily, "Didn't you f*ck say that you also practiced?"
Fang Ru coughed a few times, rubbed his face and grinned, "I have indeed practiced my resistance to blows."
"Shock resistance!" Yuan Che raised his voice incredulously, "Are you fucking tired of working? How dare you say you have practiced without knowing how to fight!"
Fang Ru sat cross-legged on the ground, with disheveled pajamas, half-closed eyes, drooping hair, and bruised left cheek, looking pitiful.
Yuan Che became more and more angry as he watched, and said sternly, "Get up, go to the living room and get some medicine!"
Fang Ru stood up, patted the dusty pillow, and followed behind him slowly.
Yuan Che took out the medical kit and sat next to Fang Ru, and ordered him: "Raise your head." Then he rubbed the medicine on his broken skin with medical cotton. The movements were not gentle, but at least he paid attention to the strength.
"hiss."
"It deserves it."
Fang Rumo looked at Yuan Che with half-closed eyes. Those focused and flamboyant eyes always showed a special vitality, completely different from his stern expression. He should be an outgoing and enthusiastic man full of vigor. But at the age of twenty-five, he made himself like a cold and violent machine, and it was still malfunctioning.
"Mr. Yuan, what happened to you today?" Fang Ru asked softly.
"Do I need you to take care of my affairs?" Yuan Che retorted unceremoniously.
Fang Ru lowered his eyes, seeming to be depressed.
Yuan Che glanced at him, feeling inexplicably unhappy.
"At a reception today, someone leaned on me familiarly, and I felt uncomfortable." He managed to get the words out somehow.
A smile flashed in Fang Ru's eyes, a little guilt can turn around emotions and increase opportunities for communication.
"Did that man do anything excessive?" Fang Ru asked.
"His eyes were annoying, and he touched my body with his arms from time to time."
"So, am I going to make you uncomfortable?"
"What?"
"Didn't you notice that my hand was on your lap the whole time?"
Yuan Che was taken aback, and looked down, only to see Fang Ru's hand resting casually on his knee, which looked particularly slender and fair against the dark trousers.
Fang Ru withdrew his hand and said in a hypnotic voice: "Your body doesn't reject other people's touch, you just resist it psychologically. In an environment full of people and noise, the first thing you think about is whether to keep a proper distance from people?" , can't get too close?"
Yuan Che fell silent, he really thought so at the time, or rather, he has always been so cautious.
"Because the 'pattern' was set from the beginning, when someone 'fouls', you will feel uncomfortable and even irritable." Fang Ru pulled Yuan Che's hand, slowly took the tweezers from his hand, "But you don't dislike me, because I am outside your model and can communicate normally."
Yuan Che looked at him steadfastly, and suddenly asked inexplicably, "You seem to be very experienced in this?"
"Of course." Fang Ru replied with a calm expression while packing his things, "Because I have had similar experiences to yours, but the way of expression is different."
Yuan Che recalled the original investigation materials, but did not record Fang Ru's childhood experiences in detail, and did not know what happened to him.
"Then how did you overcome it?" Yuan Che asked.
"Well, force yourself to shake hands or hug people every day." Fang Ru nodded his forehead, "ah, and also, keep a pet that is so ugly."
"Why do you want to keep a pet that is so ugly?"
"Because seeing its ugliness can infinitely boost my self-confidence."
"... How childish are you?"
Fang Ru shrugged helplessly.
Yuan Che asked again: "What kind of pet do you have?"
"Little fragrant pig."
"..."
Yuan Che lay on the bed, thinking about everything that happened today, various images flashed one by one, and Fang Ru's clear eyes were finally imprinted in his mind. Just now Fang Ru made a mistake. The reason why he didn't dislike him was not just because he was outside his "model", but also because he recognized his closeness. Fang Ru is different from other part-time nannies in that he really takes care of him with all his heart, whether it is food or daily life, he is meticulous. This is the first time Yuan Che has clearly realized this.
In another room, Fang Ru is recording on the computer.
Yuan Che's symptoms are not neurological diseases, but mental reflexes. The former requires long-term inhibition by drugs and is irresistible, but the latter can be adjusted. His condition is actually not serious, but the source of his emotional loss in the first place must be found. Yuan Che has a strong sense of self-defense, and needs to slowly gain his trust and gradually understand his past. In the information, there is no mention of any special events that Yuan Che has experienced, and Fang Ru is still unable to make a judgment.
"Hiss, this is such a great sacrifice." Fang Ru rubbed his cheek and aching belly, muttering in a low voice.
In the early morning, Fang Ru changed his shoes and prepared to go for a run. As soon as he got up, he was embraced from behind, and then a deep voice came from his ear: "Good morning."
Fang Ru was stunned, the arms hugging him had already been withdrawn.
"Mr. Yuan?"
With a calm expression, Yuan Che silently changed his shoes and walked out the door first.
Fang Ru was full of doubts, not knowing why.
After that, Yuan Che would give Fang Ru a hug every morning and when he came home from get off work. Fang Ru soon realized that Yuan Che was trying to verify what he said before - shaking hands or hugging people every day.
After figuring it out, Fang Ru readily cooperated. When you are abroad, hugging is a common etiquette. Generally, family and friends will hug when they meet.
This day, Yuan Che finished his business and checked the time. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon. After thinking about it, he decided to go home early. His secretary gets a look of disbelief when he learns he's leaving early.
When he got home, Yuan Che didn't see Fang Ru, and the room was silent.
He frowned, went back to his room and changed his clothes, then poured a glass of red wine and sat in the living room watching TV by himself. After waiting for half an hour, he gradually became impatient, picked up the phone and dialed: "Fang Ru, where are you?"
"Mr. Yuan? You call me at this time, what's the matter?"
"Where are you?" Yuan Che asked again.
"Oh, I'm in my old rented apartment."
"Didn't you move in and live with me? What are you doing in that apartment?"
"I bought a piano before and kept it in the apartment. Every afternoon when I am free, I will come back to practice the piano."
"Go every afternoon?" Yuan Che almost regarded Fang Ru as his own property, and the range of activities was around him, but he never thought that he would have his own life even when he couldn't see him. Thinking of this, Yuan Che felt a little unhappy.
"Well, yes." Fang Julius asked hesitantly, "Mr. Yuan, I shouldn't have violated the contract by doing this, right?"
Yuan Che was silent for a while, and said: "You bring the piano here, and if you want to practice piano in the future, you can practice at home. You don't need that apartment."
"This...isn't that good?"
"That's the decision. I'll give you 3 hours to get this matter done right away."
"… OK."
Three hours later, a black piano appeared in the hallway of Yuan Che's home. It was originally used for afternoon tea. There is a floor-to-ceiling window next to it, with plenty of light, and you can see the scenery outside the window when you turn your head.
"Thank you, Mr. Yuan." Fang Ru stood by the piano, lightly resting one hand on the piano cover, with a smile on his face. Although the dress is simple, it gives people a refined and noble temperament.
Yuan Che stared at it for a moment, then suddenly said, "Come out with me tomorrow weekend."
"Huh? Where are you going?"
Yuan Che didn't answer, turned and walked away.
It wasn't until the next day that Fang Ru knew that Yuan Che took him out to buy clothes.
Is there such a benefit as a life assistant? Fang Ru muttered a little.
"Go and try." Yuan Che nimbly chose four or five outfits for him to try on.
Fang Ru hesitated for a moment, then took the clothes into the fitting room.
Yuan Che sat on the sofa and waited for him to come out. At this moment, James led a handsome young man in.
"Oh, Lionel (Yuan Che's English name), I didn't expect to see you here." James stepped forward and opened his arms in a hug.
Yuan Che's body stiffened, Fang Ru's appearance appeared in his mind, and he reluctantly hugged him.
James didn't notice his stiffness, took his hand and said enthusiastically: "Why did you leave without saying hello on the day of the reception? I still want to buy you a drink."
"Sorry, I feel a little unwell."
"Oh? How about now, are you okay?"
"It's all right, thank you for your concern."
"That would be great! Let me introduce you, this is my friend Bi Luo." James pointed to the young man beside him.
"Hello, Mr. Yuan, I've heard of you for a long time." Bi Luo stretched out his hand.
Yuan Che shook hands with him.
"It's a rare encounter, why don't we go to the club for a while later?" James suggested.
According to Yuan Che's character, in order to cooperate smoothly, he is willing to agree to this invitation, but he...
While hesitating, the door of the fitting room opened, and Fang Ru walked out slowly.
Yuan Che followed the prestige, his gaze concentrated instantly. Fang Ru was wearing a black vertical stripe shirt with a white casual jacket on his upper body, and a pair of black trousers on his lower body. The simple and slim design outlined straight and elegant lines.
Fang Ru's body proportions are very standard, her frame is slender but not weak, her legs are slender, her steps are steady, her elegance reveals a bit of sexiness, and people can't take their eyes off her.