Chapter 131： Four dads

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Han Jiayuan clutched his stomach, and smiled hard: "Mianmian, you..."

If you compare the boss to a tiger, only Jiang Mian dared to be so wanton in front of the boss.

Jiang Mian thought of the tyrant father's dumbfounded appearance and wanted to laugh, but she had to pretend, coughed, and said, "Uncle Yuan, don't think about it, I'm all for the sake of my father."

"Yes, yes." Han Jiayuan forced himself into a fool.

There are two chefs in the kitchen, both specially hired by Han Xu, combining Chinese and Western.

One will have a variety of Western dishes, and the other will have a variety of Chinese cuisines.

They are all master chefs.

Jiang Mian and Han Xu did not officially eat before, they only ate something to fill their stomachs. Although it is late now, the two chefs still stay in the kitchen dutifully and obey the boss's arrangements.

——Whatever the boss wants to eat, they have to make it as fast as possible.

At this moment, the two of them looked at Jiang Mian and Han Jiayuan blankly, one holding a spatula and the other holding a knife, motionless.

Jiang Mian: "..."

Finally, Jiang Mian ordered a Western-style steak and another Chinese-style Yangchun noodles. Jiang Mian did not return to the reception area for the time being, but went to other places on the plane to watch with Han Jiayuan.

After the chef brought the prepared steak and Yangchun noodles to the restaurant, Jiang Mian returned to the reception area to find the local tyrant.

Seeing that the local tyrant father was naked, lying on the sofa and already asleep, Xing Ran massaged him meticulously with professional movements.

He was very serious, saw sweat on his forehead, and ordered essential oils on the small coffee table next to him.

"Miss." Seeing Jiang Mian, Xingran straightened up, his eyes filled with smiles, like the sky full of stars.

I have to say that as the top card in the heavens and on earth, Xing Ran's appearance can kill many small meats in the entertainment circle.

Even if compared with the actor Dad, it is not much inferior.

"Mr. Han is too tired." Xingran explained why Han Xu fell asleep. At first, Han Xu refused, but since the young lady asked him to massage for Mr. Han, he naturally had to comply.

He knows the skills of speaking and will not make people offensive, and in a few words, Han Xu agrees to the massage.

Although Han Xu takes time to exercise every day, he works hard.

Xingran's techniques have been professionally trained to relax his body and spirit, relieve his fatigue, and fall asleep naturally under comfort.

As the heir of the Han family, Han Xu manages the entire company of the Han family.

As the biggest boss, he can naturally give up and hire a capable person to do it for him. If there is anything he needs to make a decision, just notify him and let him sign.

But Han Xu is not such a person. It is a big family business. If he really becomes the shopkeeper, he doesn't know where there are any mistakes.

Jiang Mian looked at the way the local tyrant father fell asleep, and felt distressed. He found a blanket and wanted to cover the local tyrant father. As a result, the local tyrant father woke up just as the blanket was covered.

"Mianmian." Han Xu sat up, still a little unbelievable, "I actually fell asleep."

He cast his suspicious gaze at Xingran next to him, what kind of magic this kid used-he was obviously not tired!

Xingran watched his nose and nose without making a sound.

"Dad, dinner is ready, let's go to dinner." Jiang Mian handed him the Tyrant Father's shirt.

The local tyrant put on his clothes, moved his body, and finally said to Xing Ran, "Not bad."

I completely forgot about it a minute ago and doubted others.

The father and daughter had a simple warm dinner (night supper). After eating, Han Jiayuan seemed to receive some news that he needed to be dealt with by the local tyrant father. Jiang Mian did not bother Han Xu any more, and said goodnight to Han Xu. Return to the bedroom.

When they were eating, Xing Ran and Han Jiayuan both retreated, and Jiang Mian did not see Xing Ran after that.

As a result, as soon as I entered the bedroom, I saw Xingran, who had changed into plain pajamas, came out of the bathroom, his body exuding a refreshing floral fragrance, and said to Jiang Mian: "Miss, the water is ready and the clothes are ready, you can Take a bath directly."

Jiang Mian entered the bathroom, and the strong floral scent hits instantly—the bathtub was filled with rose petals, and a bottle of rose-distilled fragrance was ordered on the shelf.

Xing Ran explained: "The fragrance is extracted by myself and brought over. It can help you fall asleep."

Jiang Mian said, everyone has prepared so well, it would not be good for her not to soak.

Xingran retired. After Jiang Mian soaked in the bathtub, he knocked on the door softly, "Miss, do you need me to massage you?"

"..." Jiang Mian, "No, go and rest yourself."

After getting such a reply, Xing Ran's eyes flashed disappointment and stopped making a sound, just standing silently at the door.

When Jiang Mian finished soaking, he found that he was still in the bedroom and frowned, "Didn't I ask you to rest?"

Xingran smiled and said: "Miss, I was ordered by Mr. Han to serve you. It is a bit ugly. I am your servant for the past two days. You haven't fallen asleep, how can I go back to my room to rest?"

"Okay, I'm pretty much cleaned here, you can go back to the room."

Xingran still did not leave.

Jiang Mian raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell on Xingran's long legs. Could it be that the floor grabbed his leg?

"Miss, I don't have a room." Xingran had to tell the truth.

He was ordered to serve Jiang Mian, and everything was handled by Han Jiayuan.

Han Jiayuan sent the people below to pick up Xingran, and the other party received Han Jiayuan's order to send him to a private jet and warned Xingran to follow his duty.

Later, Xing Ran received the news and asked him to wait in Jiang Mian's room, so he entered Jiang Mian's bedroom logically.

Xingran, who entered the bedroom, looked at his surroundings, not daring to move around, but standing motionless in the bedroom, he was a bit silly.

So he looked around the bedroom, then entered the bathroom, and found a dirty place, anyway, he was idle, and took a towel to clean it.

Then, he heard a sound outside, opened the bathroom door, and saw Jiang Mian.

So far, Xing Ran has not been assigned a room, Jiang Mian asked him to return to the room, but he does not know where to return.

He actually asked Han Jiayuan before, and the latter gave him the answer: "I can't be the master of this, I will follow the arrangement of the lady."

Jiang Mian didn't expect it to be this. She thought Han Jiayuan had arranged for Xingran. After thinking about it, she casually said, "You live in the room on my right."

Xing Ran nodded. He did not move his body when he already had a room to go back to. He looked at Jiang Mian, moved his fingers on his side, and stopped talking.

Jiang Mian: "?"

Jiang frowned: "If you have something to say directly."

Xingran stretched out a slender and beautiful finger, pointed at the carpet, and slowly said, "Miss, I can actually sleep on the ground."

After speaking, his heartbeat speeded up a bit, and his palms were already sweating because of tension.

He stared at Jiang Mian without blinking, his eyes gleaming with a certain expectation.

He didn't want to, didn't dare to do anything, just wanted to get a chance to get closer to her in this way.

Jiang Mian glanced at him.

Although the look in Xingran's eyes did not understand, it did not hinder her answer: "No, I can't sleep with a stranger."

"Then I'm going back, good night, miss." Xingran expected the answer, his complexion remained unchanged, and he left the bedroom happily this time.

But when the door was about to close, he didn't hold back, and asked Jiang Mian: "Miss, do you...remember my name?"

What he asked was naturally not a stage name.

When he left the cruise ship last time, he told Jiang Mian his real name in a ghostly manner. Afterwards, he regretted it twice, but it was more of an inexplicable joy.

This little joy made him feel a little warm-at least, Jiang Mian knew what his real name was.

Only half a month later, I wonder if Jiang Mian remembers it.

He held his breath and waited for the girl's answer.

"Ran Xi." Jiang Mian didn't know why Xing Ran asked so suddenly, she smiled, "Your name is very nice."

"Thank you Miss, and good night."

Xing Ran closed the door carefully, the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably, raised his hand, and slowly touched the position of his heart.

She remembers his real name.

"Are you sleeping?" Han Jiayuan walked over with a glass of milk in his hand, which Han Xu asked him to bring.

"Assistant Han." Xingran regained consciousness and shook his head, "No."

After a pause, he pointed to the next door: "Miss let me live in that room."

"Since it was the young lady's meaning, you should follow it." Han Jiayuan glanced at him, Xingran retreated wisely and entered the next room.

Looking at his back, Han Jiayuan frowned when he remembered the action he had just made to face the door of the lady's bedroom.

He knocked on the door: "Mianmian, it's me."

"Come in." Jiang Mian was just about to meditate, but had no choice but to return to his normal posture.

"Where is Dad, are you still busy?" Jiang Mian took the milk and drank it in one gulp.

Han Jiayuan took the empty cup, saw Jiang Mian's lips with a white beard, couldn't help but want to laugh, and handed Jiang Mian a tissue, "There are some things that need to be dealt with urgently.

He didn't wait much, and asked a few words to let Jiang Mian rest and leave the bedroom.

Back to the study on the plane, Han Xu was browsing the files, his eyebrows were twisted, and his head was not raised.

Han Jiayuan hesitated for a few seconds, and said, "Mr. Han, that Xingran..."

"Huh?" Han Xu looked up impatiently.

Hesitating and deducting wages!

Han Jiayuan's expression froze, and he quickly said, "Xingran is a young man with a good length. What if Mianmian likes him?"

"If you like it, you can take it for a long time." The local tyrant father answered sonorously.

It's just a male model. Since the other party is obedient, he will coax others. If the daughter likes it, he can just wrap it up.

Han Jiayuan: "..."

Oops, my cold chief, this "like" is not "like".

He simply said directly: "I mean, what if Mianmian likes him like Gu Qiwen before."

Han Xu's expression immediately became more serious. After thinking about it, he said: "If this kid is honest enough, if Mianmian really likes it, it's not okay to fall in love with you!"

"This kid is worthy of my sleep." Han Xu reacted, "What you said is not unreasonable, this kid is good-looking, I can't order him next time."

He supported his chin and muttered to himself: "Next time, give Mianmian something better."