Hope You’ve Been Well

Chapter 69: This romantic shit

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There was no entertainment in the evening, and the originally scheduled dinner was canceled due to the sudden emergency of the other party Gaotang. Gu Zhuoyan reassured a few words. After hanging up, he packed his things to get off work, and pressed the inside line.

Zhou Qiang came in: "General Manager, what's the matter?"

Gu Zhuoyan instructed: "Mr. Meng's mother is ill, order a flower basket and buy some supplements to prepare." He got up and put on his coat, "Okay, let's get off work."

Zhou Qiang wrote it down and reminded before going out: "General manager, don't forget your flowers."

Gu Zhuoyan's movements were stagnant, and the big bouquet of red roses sat on the coffee table for a day, and it was still prosperous at this moment. So Gu Zhuoyan put on his clothes and bag, and didn't leave. He waited abruptly for the other employees to leave before he dared to take the flower to get off work.

He is a dignified general manager of the group, and thanks to Zhuang Fanxin's blessing, he looks like a thief.

However, Gu Zhuoyan waited for the elevator with ninety-nine red roses in one hand. The fragrance of flowers filled his body. When the elevator door slowly opened, his father, Gu Shibo, was standing inside.

The father and son looked at each other for a few seconds, and when the elevator door was about to close, Gu Shibo was the first to say, "Come in."

Gu Zhuoyan walked in bravely, backed up against the wall, but the gilded elevator door reflected everything. He glanced at Gu Shibo and found that Gu Shibo was frowning at him, making him even more embarrassed and ashamed.

"If you want to ask, just ask." Gu Zhuoyan couldn't take it anymore, "Mr. Meng's mother suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, don't hold back."

Gu Shibo stared at him, scolding "no big or small", then stared at the bouquet of roses and asked, "Is this what you want to give to others, or is it for you?"

Gu Zhuoyan replied, "It was given to me."

"Oh..." This sentence is meaningful, as if covering up a thousand words, but also as if very speechless, Gu Shibo suddenly remembered something, and realized, "That kid from the Wen family gave it?"

"No." Gu Zhuoyan simply informed, "I have nothing to do with that child, I will be a younger brother in the future."

He understands Gu Shibo's temperament, is serious and serious, and will never waste time exploring the romantic situation, so he will not ask him who sent the flowers. Sure enough, Gu Shibo just nodded, didn't ask more, but smiled casually.

The father and son are very similar in this way, they fluttered their lips, and they couldn't hide the joke. Gu Zhuoyan was not very comfortable, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm happy for you." Gu Shibo said, "You're quite a market."

How could Lao Tzu talk about his son like that, Gu Zhuoyan just wanted to retort, when he arrived on the first floor, Gu Shibo stepped out after the door opened, and returned to his seriousness before leaving: "But the company is a place for work, not a place for romance.

Gu Zhuoyan said: "The next is not an example."

He descended to the parking lot and took out the card when he took out the car keys. Happy New Year's Day.

This romantic shit.

When I drove home, there was only a cold pot and a cold stove in the lonely apartment. Gu Zhuoyan took off his tie and threw it away, laying down on the sofa and ordering takeaway. After paying the payment, a message popped in in time. I didn't expect it to be sent by Zhuang Fan.

"Have you received flowers?"

Gu Zhuoyan simply didn't want to reply: "I got it."

Zhuang Fanxin said: "One rose stands for uniqueness, nine roses stand for eternity, eleven roses stand for life, and ninety-nine roses represent what?"

Gu Zhuoyan secretly said, it means that you have money and panic. Seeing that he didn't reply, Zhuang Fanxin quickly called and connected, Zhuang Fanxin called his name, he said "um", and closed his eyes unconsciously.

"It's almost New Year's Day." Zhuang Fan went straight to the subject, "I've almost finished packing here. I want to hold a housewarming dinner, can you come?"

Gu Zhuoyan said: "I'm not sure if there are any arrangements in those days."

"Whenever you are free, I will do it." Zhuang Fanxin said, "You helped me find the house, at least let me have a guest, and then..." The last sentence became subtle.

Gu Zhuoyan asked, "What else?"

Zhuang Fanxin answered seriously: "I want to see you, every day."

Unpredictable, Gu Zhuoyan opened his eyes and fell silent when he saw the texture of the cushion. When I heard the long-awaited love words again, I couldn't feel the numbness in my teeth.

He pulled away as soon as possible and replied, "Then number two."

After the phone was cut off, the room became cold. Gu Zhuoyan lay down for a while, got up and dismantled the bouquet, spread out a coffee table, and filled all the containers that could be used to arrange flowers at home.

The first living room, the third room, and the kitchen and bathroom balconies have a touch of bright red as far as the eye can see. Gu Zhuoyan gave the house a Valentine's Day-themed skin, full of roses, and informed Zhou Qiang that No. 2 should not arrange things.

Days go by so fast, and it's the end of the year.

He has already planned for the next year. Regarding the projects of GSG and its subsidiaries in various fields, as well as the development of Being Capital, the work goals are very clear. In terms of family, I plan to accompany Xue Maochen and Gu Pingfang on a trip, help Xue Manzi's fund make a plan, and scold Gu Baoyan a few times less.

In Gu Zhuoyan's well-planned life, he never thought that Zhuang Fanxin would reappear, approach him, disrupt his rhythm, and he was uneasy because the ending was unknown.

Unpromising, but it also brought him a fresh feeling that he hadn't tasted for a long time.

New Year's Day came as scheduled, Zhuang Fan couldn't take care of the loneliness of "thinking about relatives every time during the festival", cleaned the room, went shopping in the supermarket, and went to bed at 8 o'clock in the evening in order to have a good state tomorrow.

He was usually too lazy to fold the quilt. When he woke up on the second morning, he made the bed, laid out the quilt, placed the pillow, stewed the soup, and then changed his clothes and waited eagerly.

Nearly ten o'clock, Zhuang Fanxin almost broke the clock, for fear that Gu Zhuoyan would temporarily miss the appointment. Unable to hold back, he sent a message to the other party: "Is it almost there?"

Gu Zhuoyan replied, "It's parking."

Zhuang Fan said happily, "Then I'll go pick you up." He breathed a sigh of relief. Before going downstairs, he didn't forget to look in the mirror, took the key and went out the door. Gu Zhuoyan was not seen in the lobby on the first floor.

Running to the door, Zhuang Fanxin stopped on the steps. On the lawn in front of the door, Gu Zhuoyan was wearing sweatpants, sneakers, and a down jacket open, holding the German Shepherd who was unwilling to move on the lawn in his hand.

Zhuang Fan couldn't calm down and shouted: "Bond!"

German Shepherd pricked his ears and looked at it, dull for two or three seconds, and then barked at Zhuang Fanxin. Gu Zhuoyan pulled hard, seeing Zhuang Fan's heart-thin sweater ventilated and his slim jeans still with holes, he approached and said, "It's not cold, you."

"Cold, let me hug you."

Gu Zhuoyan froze, and was organizing a speech of rejection, Zhuang Fanxin had crouched down and hugged Bond. Bond was still barking excitedly. He kicked the dog's butt and scolded, "Stop barking your uncle."

Ten years later, a puppy who was just over a year old could still recognize people. Zhuang Fanxin took the dog's leash, the other hand couldn't help touching Gu Zhuoyan, and he held it, fearing that the other party would not be happy, he loosened and pinched the down jacket vainly.

Going upstairs to go home, Gu Zhuoyan first looked around as soon as he entered the door. He knew what the model house looked like at first, and it was good. Now it has been processed by the designer to add a warmer style.

It was just too quiet, Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Didn't you invite anyone else?"

The housewarming picture was lively, Zhuang Fan replied: "No, I just invited you." He thought that Gu Zhuoyan didn't want to be alone with him, and explained, "Pei Zhi has returned to the crew, I have no other friends here."

Gu Zhuoyan thought that Zhuang Fan was complaining, and said, "I can ask my colleagues to be familiar with them."

Zhuang Fan said, "Don't pretend to be stupid. I want to be with you, and of course I won't find a light bulb."

The straight ball hit the head, Gu Zhuoyan pretended not to hear, and bent over to untie Bond's collar. He paced the living room, changing the subject while visiting: "Are you still used to living?"

"Well, it's all good." Zhuang Fanxin brought the brewed coffee, "Thank you for helping me find a house, otherwise I might still be staying in the hotel."

Gu Zhuoyan said, "You're welcome."

Politeness also symbolizes distance. Zhuang Fan clenched his fist in his heart, swallowed a trace of frustration and walked over. He took the initiative to say, "On the first floor, there is only the living room and kitchen, why don't you go upstairs to visit?"

Walking up the stairs, he told jokes to relax the atmosphere: "I drank too much on Christmas night, and I rolled down the stairs."

Gu Zhuoyan didn't laugh. He was two steps behind. Hearing the words, he raised his hand like a conditioned reflex, and made a protective gesture behind Zhuang Fanxin.

There are two bedrooms on the second floor. The bed is placed in the small second bedroom, which is neatly arranged. The most noticeable thing is that there is a guitar hanging on the wall, which seems to be new.

Zhuang Fan took off his heart: "It just arrived the day before yesterday, and I was busy cleaning up, so I just hung it up." He brought it to Gu Zhuoyan, "Are you still playing the guitar? Help me tune the strings?"

Gu Zhuoyan caught it and sat at the end of the bed. He was busy with work and hadn't played for a long time. After tuning the strings, it was a good guitar. He asked casually, "Is it hanging on the wall for decoration?"

Zhuang Fan didn't say anything, took a pick from the drawer, grabbed the guitar and hugged it, and suddenly started to play a tune. He is fluent, skilled, and his eyes are full of ease.

Gu Zhuoyan was slightly surprised, and looked down to observe Zhuang Fanxin's hand movements, but he couldn't find the clumsy appearance at that time. At the end of the song, Zhuang Fanxin pressed down on the vibrating strings and asked proudly, "Is it alright, what do you think?"

"Nice." Gu Zhuoyan answered truthfully, "When did you learn it?"

Zhuang Fanxin said: "The year I first went abroad." The words were very light, and he was afraid that he would accidentally touch something.

The master bedroom is spacious, but it's full, with a whole wall of plant stands, and the lush flowers and plants spread all the way to the balcony. In the center of the house is a wide and long solid wood table, which acts as a workbench. The table top is divided into two piles with cloth and painting utensils. An easel stood by the wall, a half-length model stood beside it, and a sewing machine stood in the corner.

Gu Zhuoyan looked at the freshness, touched a piece of cloth, turned to look at the flowers again, he still remembered the dealer's garden, and then the bunch of disturbing roses.

Pacing to the balcony, the sun was very warm, he sat down on the double rattan chair. Once the origami came out of his trousers pocket, he took it out and handed it to Zhuang Fanxin: "Yours, Xiao Wen fell into my car last time."

Zhuang Fan opened his heart, it turned out to be the design draft of the No. 7 core. He sat down next to Gu Zhuoyan, very close, as if they used to ride the bus together, and also sat in the last row together during a lunch break.

No one said a word, the sun was shining all over his body, Zhuang Fan's heart felt as if he was being roasted, he stretched out his hand and touched Gu Zhuoyan's cuff like a gossamer thread. He went down quietly and boldly, touching the back of the hand, rubbing the skin and blood vessels with his fingertips... and grabbed it.

His palm is one size smaller, and he misses Gu Zhuoyan's feeling when he wrapped his palm. Suddenly, Gu Zhuoyan took his hand away, and he chased after him relentlessly, wanting to grab another.

"Give me..." Zhuang Fanxin turned his head, tilted his body, and almost leaned on Gu Zhuoyan's arm. He grabbed Gu Zhuoyan's hand as he wished, and clenched it tightly, almost trembling, trying to clasp his fingers further.

Gu Zhuoyan couldn't get away, looked at him sideways, and said with disgust and humor: "How can you chase people like this?"

"Then how to chase?" Zhuang Fanxin opened his beautiful eyes, Gu Zhuoyan used to chase him, but he really wasn't very good at it, and the five-flavor bottle was inexplicably overturned, "Then who are you and other predecessors chasing? They are chasing you. , how did you chase it?"

Gu Zhuoyan said: "At least it's not sending flowers, it's too earthy."

"... What about sending grass?" Zhuang Fanxin couldn't help but raise his bar, but he also became angry, "Do you think I will send flowers?" He let go of his hand and stood up, suddenly like a dean, "stand up for me. ."

Before Gu Zhuoyan could react, he was pulled up by Zhuang Fanxin and pushed back to the table in the room. Zhuang Fanxin looked up at him, his momentum was gone, and he was so tender and clingy: "I'm going to make you a suit, stamp it with my logo, and embroider my name on it."

Gu Zhuoyan eats soft and not hard, and deliberately said: "If you don't do it well, I won't wear it."

Zhuang Fan pursed his lips and chuckled, as if he heard a joke, maybe he couldn't cook well, how could he not be able to make clothes. Take a soft ruler from the table, hold it around Gu Zhuoyan's back, "Measure the size first."

One end was placed on the left shoulder, stretched, and the other end was placed on the right shoulder, remembering the shoulder width, Zhuang Fanxin measured Gu Zhuoyan's body length. Seizing the opportunity, he grabbed the opponent's arm and twisted it over. Face to face, he took a half step closer and stretched out his arms around Gu Zhuoyan's waist.

In an instant, Zhuang Fan's heart let go of his hand, the soft ruler restrained his waist, and moved up to his chest one inch by one. The waist and bust were measured well, and he calmly moved closer. In front of him was Gu Zhuoyan's Adam's apple, rolling, revealing his nervousness.

"It's almost healed." Zhuang Fanxin said, "Measure your neck again."

When buying a shirt, you need to know the neck circumference. Gu Zhuoyan said, "I'll tell you directly—"

"You don't need to tell me, I can measure it myself." Zhuang Fan interrupted slyly, raised his hands, and wrapped the tape around the back of Gu Zhuoyan's neck. After measuring, he still didn't let go, he held the ruler tightly and pulled down hard, forcing Gu Zhuoyan to bow slowly.

Zhuang Fan raised his face with his heart, and breathed lightly, and his fair face was covered with a soft pink. "Humble words." He opened his mouth in a low voice, and the flustered feeling that came from the other party's door lingered for a long time, "Can you advance a hug?"

Gu Zhuoyan looked away: "I'm hungry."

This is the meaning of rejection, Zhuang Fan turned a deaf ear, let go of the soft ruler, and put his palms down on Gu Zhuoyan's waist. No one knows better than him, Gu Zhuoyan's waist is very sensitive, he used to sit in the back seat of a bicycle, Gu Zhuoyan didn't ask him to touch it, only let him touch his abdominal muscles with his arms around him.

When there was absurdity and tenderness, he often couldn't stand it and cried so hard that he couldn't say a word.

Zhuang Fanxin pressed the muscles under his palms, and coaxed like a liar, "Just give me a hug, and I'll cook for you right away."

Gu Zhuoyan bit the crown of his teeth, and half of his body was tossed to numbness by the surnamed Zhuang. He relaxed and his chest warmed.

There was a buzzing sound, Gu Zhuoyan took time out of his soul, and let Zhuang Fan hold it in his heart.

There was a rustling sound from the next door, followed by the movement of the dog's paws on the floor, and it was close, and Bond appeared slowly. Toy found under the quilt.

Gu Zhuoyan looked at the door and stared at the very old and very old Munchiki.

"you… "

Zhuang Fan said dumbfoundedly: "If I hold it for another five seconds, it will only be five seconds."

Suddenly, Gu Zhuoyan raised his hand and pressed his back, so light that it didn't seem like a hug, but the heat made him shudder through the clothes.