Hope You’ve Been Well

Chapter 72: But he is so handsome!

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No wonder it only warmed to the unit building, the hall was brightly lit, and the two security guards on duty had bright eyes. As soon as Gu Zhuoyan appeared, they immediately greeted him neatly and uniformly: Hello, Mr. Gu!

Zhuang Fanxin's tiredness scared him back three points. He pulled back his hand, covered it in his pocket, and got into the elevator. He smiled wickedly: "Why are you so big?"

Gu Zhuoyan hummed: "Anyway, he is also the general manager of a group." He raised his hand and shook the heat preservation bag, "The director of the labor company has sent soup. Hey, what kind of soup?"

Zhuang Fanxin opened the memo on his mobile phone, and he didn't remember seven or eight kinds of ingredients. He listed a few. He said, "It's been cold these two days. It's warming, but do you have a fever or have an inflammation in your body? If you have inflammation, don't drink."

Just as the elevator door opened, Gu Zhuoyan raised his hand against Zhuang Fanxin's back, and pushed the person out naturally and without thinking. Entering the house directly, Zhuang Fanxin stood at the entrance and was stunned, feeling a little overwhelmed.

He reacted and Gu Zhuoyan asked him to help him home. Since he got home, should he leave? As soon as he turned around, Gu Zhuoyan put down a pair of slippers. "Then what," he said as if in a meeting, "you asked me to come to your house, not me pestering you to come."

Gu Zhuoyan couldn't figure out the point of this sentence: "Is this important?"

Zhuang Fanxin put on his slippers: "It's important, although I'm chasing you, I have principles." He followed behind Gu Zhuoyan's buttocks and said softly, "I want to see you, so please come to my house, but if you have to come Your home becomes my invasion of your personal space."

Gu Zhuoyan walked into the bedroom: "What was it when you hugged me that day?"

"I raped you?" Zhuang Fan's face turned red before his head turned around, but the charm was hard to disappear, "Because it's in my territory, so I'm a little mad."

At that time, I was depressed with Feixue cigarettes in the car, warmed my hands, how could I be so mentally nonsense? Before Gu Zhuoyan could argue, he lowered his head and fell down on the edge of the bed. Zhuang Fan rushed over, squatted down, and looked worried and earnest again: "What's wrong with you? Shall we go to the hospital?"

Gu Zhuoyan's nasal voice became heavier: "I'm really dizzy."

Zhuang Fanxin raised his hand and squeezed the zipper, peeled off Gu Zhuoyan's down jacket, and placed two pillows for the other side to lie down against. He went to simmer the soup and brought it to him, watching Gu Zhuoyan drink it spoon by spoon.

I didn't say whether it was good or not, just said, have another bowl.

During this period, Zhuang Fanxin took a call and went outside the house. It seemed that someone from the sales department called. He heard that there was a major flaw, and asked if he could supply the goods in time. Gu Zhuoyan couldn't hear it through the door, vaguely, when Zhuang Fanxin hung up and came to say, don't bother me tonight, and disturb my family's sleep.

After hanging up, Zhuang Fan breathed a sigh of relief: "Humble words, use the bathroom to wash your face."

Gu Zhuoyan said, "The second room on the right."

Zhuang Fan's heart went away. The spacious bathroom was lit with fragrance, which soothed his nerves. He washed his face with cold water, turned his mobile phone to pure vibration after washing, and returned to the bedroom with drops of water hanging on it.

Gu Zhuoyan didn't lie down to sleep, his eyes were half-open to support his spirit, Zhuang Fan walked closer, sat back on the bed, and held his breath under Gu Zhuoyan's faint gaze.

He wasn't stupid, Gu Zhuoyan looked at him through the car window and took the initiative to call him up, knowing in his heart that the other party had something to ask. Even if you don't ask, it's embedded in your heart.

"Are you still drinking soup?" Zhuang Fanxin broke the silence.

"I'm full." Gu Zhuoyan put the empty bowl in his hand on the bedside table. There was no room on the counter, a tissue box, a water cup, a bag of antipyretics, and a stack of bills for prescription.

Zhuang Fanxin stretched out his hand: "I'll pack it up." He picked up the empty pill box, and also gathered the useless receipts in his hand, pressing one at the bottom, he pinched it and asked, "What is this, is it still useful? ?"

Gu Zhuoyan didn't speak.

Zhuang Fanxin quickly saw that it was the parking lot list, the location was the First Hospital, and the time was the evening of January 2nd. He understood everything, the question that the editor didn't send on the phone call at that time, the caring car, Gu Zhuoyan's silence at this moment.

"Did you see me that day?" Zhuang Fanxin asked.

Gu Zhuoyan said "um": "I visited an elder and saw it when I came out."

Zhuang Fan Xin touched his ear: "I was afraid you would think too much, so I didn't tell the truth." His hand down was very cramped, and he touched his ear again, "I just moved and prescribed some regular medicine."

Gu Zhuoyan asked, "That's it?"

Zhuang Fanxin replied, "We often stay up late in this business, and have stomach pains. I even looked at my stomach. The doctor said that it's enough to eat well." He smiled, "...It's really nothing, don't I still take care of you?"

Gu Zhuoyan can rest assured for the time being, even if he doesn't believe it, there is no doubt about it. The standing bell in the living room rang, just in the early morning. Zhuang Fanxin wanted to leave before the bell rang and opened his mouth to say goodbye, but he was not afraid that Gu Zhuoyan was alone at home with no one to take care of him.

He scratched the quilt with his fingertips: "It's all clear, do you want me to stay or... If not, I'll go home."

This question seems to be compromising, but it is actually cunning and cunning. Rao is Gu Zhuoyan's school tyrant, and his brain is also stuck. After weighing it for a long time, he actually said nonsense: "Buying a car has to be a lottery, who do you drive?"

Zhuang Fanxin replied, "Pei Zhi." After that, he flashed a pair of frightened deer-like eyes, "Will I be posted if I stop there? I'll hurry up and leave!"

Gu Zhuoyan sat up straight: "You can stop there."

Zhuang Fanxin pouted slightly: "Oh."

Gu Zhuoyan was tricked, but Zhuang Fan didn't move his butt away, he was clearly trying to tease him. He leaned back slumped, looked away, and felt his cheeks heat up and burn again, extremely shameless.

Zhuang Fan felt so unhappy, he rubbed forward and walked down the stairs to the sick patient with great discernment: "Since it is possible to stop and the road is not easy to walk, then I will stay for one night, okay?"

As they got closer, Gu Zhuoyan could smell the breath of Zhuang Fan's heart, the mint smell of the throat tablet mixed with the faint smell of tobacco. He looked back, wondering if it was appropriate for the other party to stay in the current relationship, but he felt inexplicably comfortable, and the suffocation he had felt since he caught a cold also dissipated.

Zhuang Fan's heart is happy, what a leap forward to stay overnight, if they stay in the old society, the two of them will have to get married the next day.

But he was also really tired. Physically and emotionally, he couldn't make any ambiguous seductive words. He didn't have the strength to hug and beg for a skin-to-skin kiss. He simply went in and out three times, poured water and covered the quilt, and stroked Gu Zhuo. Yan's forehead, and then softly said "good night".

Gu Zhuoyan fell asleep with a low fever, breathing heavily, which should be uncomfortable, but his eyes stretched without a trace. The day Zhuang Fanxin went abroad, he had a fever, and after that, he had a fever for a whole week. At that time, he had hallucinations and felt that Zhuang Fanxin was guarding him by the bed, and every time he opened his eyes, it was nothing.

That night, Zhuang Fanxin sat peacefully by the side, waiting for Gu Zhuoyan to fall asleep, he mustered up the courage to stretch out his hand. His fingertips landed on Gu Zhuoyan's forehead, and he lightly stroked the bridge of his eyebrows and nose, then his eyes and cheeks, touching his cheeks, and a little bit of cyan stubble that appeared today was prickly. He was fascinated by this handsome and indifferent face, ashamed of this gentle and indifferent person, unable to let go of the past, and accumulated courage for the future with little confidence.

Until one o'clock, the stomach was aching, and the mobile phone was vibrating in a chaotic manner. Zhuang Fanxin left the bedroom and hid on the balcony to connect. Overnight, I asked the factories in Guangdong and Zhejiang how many crepe satin they could mobilize. At this time, I just counted the number and reported it to him.

"Understood, hard work." After speaking, Zhuang Fanxin left a message to the team leader in charge of the board and fabrics, and the meeting will be held tomorrow afternoon. Everything was arranged, he covered his stomach and went to the kitchen, wanting to find something to eat.

Who would have thought that it was also the home of the general manager of the group, and there was nothing in the refrigerator. Zhuang Fanxin drank the remaining half bowl of soup, sat on the carpet in the living room in his clothes, and dug out the stationery he was carrying from his bag.

In the second half of the night, Gu Zhuoyan woke up from a thirsty dream, drinking the glass of water by the bed was still not enough, got up and left the bedroom. Seeing that the bedroom next to him was empty, did he leave

He walked towards the living room. In the bright lights, Zhuang Fanxin was lying neatly on the coffee table, painting. Hearing his footsteps, Zhuang Fanxin raised his head to reveal his red eyes.

"Wake up?" Zhuang Fanxin yawned, "Do you feel better?"

Gu Zhuoyan walked over to pour water, sat on the sofa, his calf touched the other's arm: "The fever has subsided. Are you so busy that you don't have time to sleep?"

Zhuang Fanxin replied: "My colleague is negligent and made something happen." He murmured, explaining the ins and outs, and then talking about the current countermeasures, "It is best to get enough fabric within the time limit. After all, we have signed a supply contract. Changes are equal to breaking the contract, and the penalty for breach of contract is Second, reputation matters most."

Gu Zhuoyan nodded: "What are you painting now?"

"Design draft." Zhuang Fanxin said, "If there is a plan B, it is really impossible to change the design, so I will drive out the alternative design first, so that I can be prepared."

He looked down at the artwork, the shirt collar that was unbuttoned was somewhat loose, and the thin white back of the neck was exposed, looking charming and fragile under the light. Gu Zhuoyan lowered his eyes and peeked, restrained from reaching out to touch it, he could only hold the water cup tightly and rub the smooth white porcelain.

"Or," Gu Zhuoyan said, "is not limited to the factories you cooperate with, buy fabrics from outside for emergencies?"

Zhuang Fanxin was completely unaware of the eyes behind him, and replied, "I thought about it, and I'm still in touch, but in an emergency, the price must rise, and the finance department has to settle the account, and then approve it, I'm afraid it will also delay the delivery time."

Gu Zhuoyan finally couldn't bear it any longer, pinching Zhuang Fanxin's collar and lifting it up. Typically, he couldn't see no evil, and blamed others for dressing improperly. However, Zhuang Fan's heart was agitated, he climbed down the pole as if he got a signal, twisted his body, tentatively clambered on Gu Zhuoyan's calf bone, and rested his head on Gu Zhuoyan's knee.

Gu Zhuoyan flicked his forehead: "Why do you ask you to do it?"

"I can do it. I'll be the leader." Zhuang Fan was still in the mood to joke, but he was exhausted.

After only two or three minutes, Kankan woke up when she fell asleep, twisted it back to the table and lay on her stomach. This situation was too sudden, and the warm knees suddenly lost weight, Gu Zhuoyan pretended to lean over to put the water glass, and at a glance, saw Zhuang Fan frown.

"What's wrong?"

"hunger."

Gu Zhuoyan was about to laugh when he remembered something: "Stomach pain?"

Zhuang Fan clenched his teeth for a while, and after the pain subsided, he wanted to hug Gu Zhuoyan's calf again, fluttering in the air, and Gu Zhuoyan went back to the bedroom. He's so cruel, he doesn't pity Xiang Xiyu at all. After he finished drawing, he turned over on the sofa, and fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

It was only when the sky became clear that it was five or six minutes, Gu Zhuoyan went back to the room to call the secretary, and said hypocritically, "I didn't disturb your rest, did you?"

Zhou Qiang said nothing: "You're welcome, I'm already up."

"Then come over as soon as possible today." He was recovering at home, and Zhou Qiang sent him documents in the morning, "Buy more food on the way, keep it light, and don't have chocolate, taro and mushrooms."

After giving the order, Gu Zhuoyan turned back to the living room and saw that Zhuang Fan was sleeping soundly. The man curled up on the sofa and took a breath. His eyes were light blue and his eyelids were light red, like a flower girl who had been washed away. He sang hoarsely and kicked his legs.

He covered Zhuang Fanxin with a blanket, and he understood that Zhuang Fanxin looked sloppy, but he was not the boy who once complained to him about being spoiled. deal with it."

Zhuang Fan slept sweetly, and the doorbell rang an hour later, but he was woken up by the vibrating mobile phone below his waist. I didn't see who it was, but I was still kidnapped by sleepiness when I connected: "Why?"

"Director, are you here in the morning?" It was Wen Lin, "The finance department wants to calculate the price of crepe satin, please go to the meeting."

Zhuang Fanxin said, "Who is free to have a meeting with them." He sat up and wandered around the living room in a daze, going back and forth, "Come on, I can't find my stairs."

Gu Zhuoyan came out of the bathroom: "Open your eyes first."

Zhuang Fanxin rubbed his eyes away, and Wen Lin asked in his phone, "Who was that man just now? Brother Yan? Oh, Director, there are a lot of things in the department. Now is not the time when the king doesn't go to court early!"

"I know I know." Zhuang Fan was wrong, "But he's so handsome!"

After talking on the phone, he woke up, and Zhuang Fanxin walked into the bathroom, the steam was still hot. He bent down to wash his face, the cold water activated his life, Gu Zhuoyan didn't leave, and took out a new toothbrush from the cupboard.

After washing up, Zhuang Fanxin smelled the aroma and went to the restaurant to sit down. He was very hungry, so he opened one and devoured it. He was full quickly and wiped his mouth: "I went home and changed clothes and went to work."

Gu Zhuoyan was drinking porridge: "Well, pay attention to rest."

"You remember to take your medicine." Zhuang Fan got up in a sigh, put on his jacket and changed his shoes, and was armed in just two minutes. The elevator opened, and he waved his hand: "I'm leaving, bye."

The room became deserted in an instant, Gu Zhuoyan finished drinking the porridge alone, and just put down the bowl, Zhuang Fanxin sent him a message: "Come and take a look at the window, there is a spectacle downstairs, it scared me to death!"

Gu Zhuoyan suspiciously walked to the living room window, looked down, and the snow-covered lawn was marked with big characters - Gu Zhuoyan, Zhuang Fanxin, separated by a big heart shape in the middle.

Under a dead tree, Zhuang Fanxin was waving his hand vigorously.

Gu Zhuoyan's heartbeat was very fast, and he even trembled when he wrote "You are not mainstream".

After all, he didn't catch up with Zaochao. Zhuang Fanxin successfully avoided the harassment of the financial department. After arriving at the company, he started a new round of pressing the factory. In the afternoon, he held a meeting with the pattern maker and fabric engineer to finalize the design review and revision.

Lin Design came over and met face to face in the office. Zhuang Fanxin took care of the chat records between him and the factory manager. In a hurry yesterday, he settled down at this moment: "Although this matter is your negligence, the factory should also be responsible. The fabrics that have been ordered are soft and hard to be replaced. 80% of them have a problem."

Lin Design said: "But I agreed, can I still hold them accountable?"

Zhuang Fan thought: "You promised on the chat tool, the contract has not been changed, and I, the director, have not nodded. If you really want to break it up, it is not sure who will take the lead."

"That… "

"Then we should put the blame aside and solve it first." Zhuang Fanxin said, "The factory is far away in Fujian, and someone must go to negotiate and supervise, and leave as soon as possible in these two days."

"Director, I really can't leave." Lin Design wondered, "I don't know how many days I will be on this business trip, and my mother is not out of danger yet."

Zhuang Fanxin said, "I know. You don't have to go." He paused, "I asked you to come here to tell you that you should take good care of your family, and this matter will be handled by others. But afterward, everything will be punished fairly, because you gave The company took a toll. Understand?"

Lin Design nodded: "Thank you Director."

Zhuang Fan thought to himself, "Go get busy and call Wen Lin in."

Wen Lin came over quickly, both worried about public affairs and curious about private affairs, staring at Zhuang Fanxin with gleaming eyes. Zhuang Fan was so upset that he threw a pen: "Book me a plane ticket to Fujian the day after tomorrow, as well as a hotel, and the car to the factory after getting off the plane, all booked."

Wen Lin returned to his senses: "Director, are you going? Why did you go to the factory yourself?"

"I have to explain to you?" Zhuang Fan said, "Go out, don't bother me."

When the door closed, Zhuang Fan scratched his hair. He really didn't have to run around in person, but it was the most appropriate for him to go. In the case of negotiation, he is the director, so the decision can be made directly without the time for approval of the report. As a supervisor, he can do design, tailoring, and fabrics all by himself without the help of others.

The sun is out, and the snow is melting.

Gu Zhuoyan recovered his spirits, returned to the company for a meeting in the afternoon, and cleaned up the accumulated work. The vice president came over to discuss the details of the island project with him.

"Are you going to go on a business trip? I remember mentioning it at the end of last month," he said.

The vice president said: "Yes... with President Zhang of Wan Yue."

The other party hesitated a little, and Gu Zhuoyan asked, "What's the matter, is it inconvenient?"

"It was originally scheduled, but the launch meeting of Yuelan Lake and Xiamen Garden in Xiamen was ahead of schedule." The vice president said, "Because Secretary Feng, who approved the project, has some official duties, he came to the news and asked it to be done in advance."

It's not up to him to decide, Gu Zhuoyan immediately decided: "I'll go over there, you can go to the island at ease."

The vice president said with concern: "The illness is just right, can the body survive it?"

"It's just a small cold." Gu Zhuoyan smiled, "It's warm over there, just go to recuperate."

It was settled like this. After the vice president left, Gu Zhuoyan couldn't help but be distracted while reading the document.

And it’s very close to Xiamen…

Gu Zhuoyan was embarrassed to call the secretary, so he booked an extra train ticket to Rongcheng.

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