accidental pregnancy

After being discharged from the hospital, Wen Ran rested at home for a few days, except for one morning sickness, there was no more illness.

Wen Ran was alive and kicking again.

"Mr. Wen, the matter has been settled." When Wen Ran was idly reading the script at home, he received a message from a private assistant.

Personal assistant Ye Wei is Shen Mingchuan's personal assistant. People like Wen Ran who have an assistant, a manager, and a whole studio serving him don't need personal assistants.

But this time, it was really not suitable for him and the team behind him to come forward, so he borrowed Shen Mingchuan's personal help to help.

Following his message is a video.

Wen Ran clicked on it.

Immediately, a pig-killing howl came to my ears: "Stop beating, help, stop beating, ah, I have money for you, please stop beating."

Wen Ran watched it for a few seconds, then turned off the video dully.

The protagonist of the video is his former manager. Wen Ran doesn't hold any grudges. After marrying Shen Mingchuan, he flew up to a branch and turned into a phoenix. Apart from the joy of terminating the contract with the former brokerage company, and no longer having to face the manager's disgusting With a sense of relief on his face, he never took revenge on him.

And at that time, Shen Mingchuan was taking advantage of Shen Mingchuan's prestige, and he had no way to get revenge. He was too busy with work later on, and this matter was put on hold.

Now because of a nightmare, I recall those scenes of gnashing teeth vividly. As his manager, he manages artists who are not popular, and usually specializes in pimping and delivery of room cards.

Those lustful bosses or people with a lot of money in the union circle have harmed many desperate people like Wen Ran.

Wen Ran is not the first, nor will he be the last. Doing these things is the survival rule of agents like them.

Now finding someone to teach him a lesson can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people.

Wen Ran thought for a while, and sent a message to his personal assistant: I don't want to see him in this circle again, no matter what means.

The personal assistant came back very politely: Understood, Mr. Wen, I will take care of it.

Haha, why is it like being a gangster? Wen Ran glanced at the chat records and thought amusedly, never thought that he would have such a social life one day.

But it's really cool, ah ha ha ha ha.

"Brother Ran, what are you so happy about?" Xiao Lin came down from the stairs and asked Wen Ran who was holding his phone and smiling.

He has been living here to take care of him for the past few days, and accompany him to review the script and pack the things he needs to bring to the crew. Two months is a long time, and now it is necessary to prevent the cold spring. The filming will be in the middle and late May, and it is estimated that it will still be hot. There are three seasons, so all the clothes from winter to summer must be prepared.

Xiao Lin is a male assistant who packs up things and takes care of Wen Ran. Everything is easy. The key is that he can also play games with Wen Ran's lines. He is proficient in eighteen martial arts.

"Laugh at a fool." Wen Ran teased him.

Xiao Lin wisely didn't ask any more questions, but instead said, "By the way, Auntie has something to do at home, so I can't justify coming to make dinner. Should I go out and pack the dinner or go out to eat?"

Wen Ran is really a little shadowy about eating a few words outside now, mainly because he was in pain that day, he never knew that stomach pain can be so tormenting, life and death are even worse than death.

"Reheat the leftovers at noon, it doesn't matter if it's not overnight."

"Farewell, Brother Ran, Mr. Shen knows he will beat me to death." Xiao Lin was terrified of Shen Mingchuan.

"What he is afraid of, he doesn't know."

"Don't, don't, I guess my aunt has cleaned up the leftovers at noon. Hey! If you don't think my cooking is unpalatable, I can make it for you. I can still make dishes like scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

"I don't want to die yet, thank you." Wen Ran refused without even thinking about it. He didn't know anything else, but Xiao Lin's cooking could really poison people to death, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes could still eat eggshells.

However, cooking for yourself seems like a good option.

Wen Ran was trained by his mother since she was a child, and she cooks well, but because she hates washing pots and dishes, she would rather order takeaway than clean up.

But now Kobayashi is not.

After thinking about it like this, Wen Ran felt that it was feasible, drooling over a series of menus, and asked Xiao Lin to go to the vegetable market to buy ingredients for him and come back.

Xiaolin was very efficient in handling affairs, and after only going out for more than half an hour, he bought the ingredients back with big bags and small bags.

When Wen Ran was cooking, Xiao Lin helped, and quickly prepared dinner, including fried shrimp with asparagus, fried hairy crab with rice cake, beef brisket stewed with tomato, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, stir-fried bean sprouts, and corn stewed ribs soup.

Xiao Lin didn't have much expectation at first, but when he saw the plates of delicious dishes, his mouth was watering. When the last dish was served, he hurriedly laid out the bowls and chopsticks to eat.

However, the sky was unsatisfactory, so he sat down, and the door opened with a "click".

"I'll go and see who it is." Xiao Lin put down the chopsticks he had just picked up, and ran to the hall to have a look. When he saw who it was, he suddenly became ill.

Xiao Lin walked back almost with the same hands and feet: "Brother Ran, um, Mr. Shen is back, I'll go back first."

"He's back?" Wen Ran was also surprised, Shen Mingchuan said he would be back tomorrow, but he came back early.

"That's right, didn't it mean that I'll be back, I, I, I, I'm leaving." Xiao Lin couldn't speak fluently anymore, he was really afraid of Shen Mingchuan.

Seeing his appearance, Wen Ran couldn't help laughing out: "Why did it look like we were having an affair?"

Xiao Lin said quickly: "It's terrible to have an affair without facing Mr. Shen. I'll slip away first, Brother Ran, you don't want to wash the pots and bowls. I'll come and clean them up tomorrow."

At this time, Shen Mingchuan had already walked into the living room, put the suitcase aside, heard the movement in the dining room, and walked over. On the way, he met Xiao Lin who had fled from the desert, and asked Wen Ran in wonder: "What's wrong with your little assistant?" run that fast?"

"Probably the floor in our house is hot." Wen Ran couldn't say that he was scared by you, he joked casually, and asked, "Didn't you come back tomorrow?"

"It's okay to stay there today, and I will delay half a day of work when I come back tomorrow morning."

"..." is what workaholic Shen Mingchuan would say.

"Then have you had dinner? I made it for two people, together?"

"You did it?" Shen Mingchuan frowned, "Where's Aunt Chen?"

"Her family has something to ask for leave, Mr. Shen, don't always treat me as a disabled person and care about hobbies. Small things like cooking a meal are still out of the question."

Shen Mingchuan was actually afraid that Wen Ran would do it... Ahem, he would put himself in the hospital again, after all, he was the one who couldn't cook the barbecued meat in the shop and put himself in the hospital.

He also did it on the mountain a while ago, but Shen Mingchuan thought it was Grandma Sun's credit, and he probably just helped out.

But looking at the food, it seems to be good. He just got off the plane, and he didn’t touch the plane meal that was difficult for him to get off. He was starving, and now seeing a table of delicious food, he couldn’t help but salivate. .

Shen Mingchuan sat down where Xiao Lin sat just now: "Then let me have a good taste of Wen Daxing's cooking skills."

Before Xiaolin could eat, the bowls and chopsticks were all clean. He ate a piece of rice cake and ate a piece of beef brisket. Surprisingly, both dishes tasted good.

Wen Ran looked at him expectantly: "How is it, Mr. Shen, may I ask if my cooking skills have reached the level of being your cook?"

Wen Ran has also heard about Shen Mingchuan's picky eaters. It is said that his lunch is cooked for him by the chef in the company canteen, because he is not used to the food in the company canteen, and takeaways are easy to get tired of.

"As a cook, the level still needs to be improved, but as a skill attached to the role of Mrs. Shen, the salary can be raised."

"Hey, is this a compliment or a belittling?"

Shen Mingchuan did not continue this topic: "Concentrate on eating, chatting and eating hurt your stomach."

"..." Elderly people.

So the two of them finished their dinner quietly, Shen Mingchuan definitely wouldn't be conscious of washing the dishes, Wen Ran silently packed up the dishes and went into the kitchen - he didn't want to wash either, so he simply soaked the whole thing in the sink, and waited for his aunt to come over to wash tomorrow.

It's just so shameless, it's just so shameless.

"Knock knock knock."

Wen Ran had just put the water in, and when he was about to dry his hands and withdraw, there was a knock on the door behind him. Wen Ran turned his head to look, and saw Shen Mingchuan leaning on the door frame, holding a goblet full of red wine in one hand, Put it in your trouser pocket.

This CEO has the advantage of his figure and appearance, and he can pose better than celebrities. If he stops so casually, he can take a group of magazine cover close-up poses.

Wen Ran is glad that he is not a face control, not Shen Mingchuan's outstanding appearance, he is simply irresistible.

Shen Mingchuan would not talk to him for no reason, he must have something to talk to him about.

So angry, Wen Ran, who wanted to save face, took the apron hanging on one side and wrapped it around, picked up the dishcloth, squeezed out the dish soap, and rolled up her sleeves to wash the dishes.

"You're quite interesting." Shen Mingchuan glanced at the apron on his body, and said with a smile.

"..."

With foamy hands, Wen Ran glanced at the apron on her body, and her ears felt hot. This apron was used by her aunt.

I don't know what kind of mentality and aesthetics this aunt is in, but she actually bought a pink apron with a big HalloKitty printed on it, which is so girly.

It is tied to a big man like him, although it is not ugly, the sense of disobedience is really strong.

Wen Ran didn't want to do this either, but Auntie's aprons were all in this style, and this one was the least exaggerated.

"Aunt Chen bought this. I used it for cooking today."

Wen Ran pretended to be calm and explained that he tried his best to pretend nothing happened, but he was thinking about throwing this torn apron into the trash can later, what the hell.

"Then she has a good eye." Shen Mingchuan continued.

You have good eyesight, and your whole family has good eyesight!

When Wen Ran slandered here, it seemed that something was wrong, and the whole family seemed to have scolded herself too.

"You look like you like it very much, Mr. Shen, why don't you get hooked later?" Wen Ran dismissed him.

"..." Shen Mingchuan choked on him, and almost choked on his own sip of red wine, "I don't need this one, it's more suitable for you to wear it."

Wen Ran smiled and said, "That's not necessarily the case. How will you know if you don't try it? Maybe there will be surprises."

As he said that, Wen Ran still imagined Shen Mingchuan wearing this apron with a straight face in his mind, it must be very interesting, why he was a little bit looking forward to it.

Shen Mingchuan was afraid of him, took a sip of his wine, and pretended nothing happened before jumping to the next topic: "When did you join the film crew, I told my parents."

The topic jumped so fast, Wen Ran raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, thank you, the plane next Monday... By the way, you really don't want to try this apron?"

Still getting into trouble with this topic, right? Shen Mingchuan took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket: "I took a photo and posted it on Weibo."

"Don't, don't, don't," Wen Ran immediately coaxed, and when it was posted on Weibo, he wouldn't have to live anymore, so he quickly confessed and smiled, "Dad, I made a mistake, Dad."

Wen Ran's father called Shen Mingchuan happy physically and mentally, put away his phone, and let him go graciously.

"I've been quite busy recently, and I won't be free to visit the class until some time later," Shen Mingchuan said again, "Don't forget what you promised me, I don't want to hear any bad news about you at home."

To show affection, Shen Mingchuan would definitely go there once when Wen Ran was filming, either to send him to the set, or to visit the set, depending on Shen Mingchuan's mood and schedule.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of your son."

The corner of Shen Mingchuan's mouth curled up: "You should also take good care of yourself."

Um?Wen Ran's hands paused.

After the stomachache incident, Shen Mingchuan suddenly cared more about him. During the few days of his business trip, he fixed a phone call every night to care about his physical condition, and he was very attentive.

In the past, how could he have cared whether he went to the crew to take care of himself or not, probably he didn't even know when he went to the crew.

Wen Ran convinced himself in his heart that it was only because of the stomachache incident that frightened Shen Mingchuan, and told himself not to think too much, what did Shen Mingchuan really do to him, he had already done something in the three years of marriage, and now?

But the concern from Shen Mingchuan, coupled with the excessive contact between the two these days, Wen Ran couldn't help but feel flustered, and his favorability towards Shen Mingchuan gradually increased.

He felt that there was no cure for him.