Hold on, we can break up! [Quick Transmigration]

"Everyone says that a new marriage is better than a little girl, and the progress value of the sponsor's father must have increased." Yingnuo looked at the busy traffic outside the car window, and muttered confidently in his heart.

The system said faintly: "Newly married? Hehe."

Yingnuo: "..."

He rolled his eyes sadly, unable to face the reality: "Is there really no rise?"

System: "Increased, the current progress value is 65."

Yingnuo frowned: "Then why didn't you tell me?"

System: "I'm afraid you will be proud."

Yingnuo despised this cheap guy for half an hour in his heart.

"Mr. Tang? Mr. Tang?" Zheng Zeyu called Yingnuo's name while driving the car. From the rearview mirror, it could be seen that his face was a little ugly, as if he had a dystocia.

Only then did Ying Nuo come back to her senses, raised her head blankly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zheng Zeyu, who was driving, wanted to slam his head on the steering wheel. He glanced at his boss in panic, and reminded him in a low voice, "Director Han was asking you just now."

Ying Nuo was taken aback, and hurriedly looked to the side, only to see Jin Zhu's father's complexion was not much better than Zheng Zeyu's, and he could vaguely see that he was already angry.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Han... I'm just, I'm just a little sleepy." Ying Nuo regretted it after finishing speaking, the big boss inlaid with gold and diamonds was sitting beside him, it's fine if he didn't become a little servant to serve him well, She almost fell asleep, and didn't even hear the question from the patron's father!

Han Cheng felt a little upset, he turned his head and glanced at Ying Nuo, and found that the other party's eyes were covered with mist, and there were several creases on the eyelids, so he believed his words: "Didn't you sleep before? "

Ying Nuo sat up straight obediently, not daring to hide anything: "Because I'm going to move house soon, so I'm sorting things out, and I slept a bit late."

Han Cheng was stunned for a moment, he had never heard of this matter before, "Have you found a new house?"

Yingnuo's eyes flickered for a moment, and then said slowly: "Not yet...but it should be soon, thank you Mr. Han for your concern."

Han Cheng nodded and stopped talking.

Because Liao Fanzheng was the host, the assistant director chose a restaurant with a good reputation and affordable prices after weighing it up. More than [-] crew members got out of the car in a mighty manner and were arranged by the store to sit down at two tables in a large private room.

Ying Nuo got out of the car and followed Han Cheng obediently, but had trouble getting a seat, wondering if Han Cheng should sit next to the director and assistant director.

Assistant director Liu Kun is a master who is very good at observing words and expressions. Before he got in the car, he found that the eyes of Mr. Han had been falling on the rookie actor. He looked at the worried Ying Nuo and realized that he was just a sycophant What a good time!

"Little Tang," Liu Kun pulled away the chair beside Han Cheng, smiling brightly, "Just sit here and take care of Director Han."

Before Ying Nuo could react, he was pressed on his shoulders and sat down.

Liu Kun paid attention to the expression of Big Brother Han, and found that he was much more amiable than before.

After Liao Fanzheng greeted the other table to sit down, he came to this table again, his handsome face darkened, pretending to be angry: "If you join my group, you will be a family. You can sit casually. Why are you being so polite?"

Hearing what the director said, everyone relaxed, came to sit down on the back of the chair, and gathered their heads together to study the menu.

As the old saying goes, what kind of leader is what kind of team, Liao Fanzheng is friendly and humorous, everyone present, regardless of their status, is crowded at the same dining table, everyone is laughing and laughing, relaxed and at ease, in a place like the entertainment industry , this happy atmosphere is really rare.

Because it was still cold winter, the air conditioner in the private room hadn't warmed up yet, Ying Nuo rubbed his red hands from the cold, took the teapot and began to pour hot tea for everyone.

After pouring a round and coming back, the hot tea in Ying Nuo's own cup was just ready to drink. He held the teacup in both hands and drank it seriously like a primary school student. The hot tea flowed into his stomach , the cold air in his body escaped from the pores, which made him squint his eyes comfortably.

Han Cheng stared intently at Ying Nuo's slightly bulging Adam's apple, like a child full of curiosity, unable to move his eyes away for a long time.

Zheng Zeyu, who was sitting on the other side, had a mouthful of old blood choked in his chest, thinking that the picture was so beautiful that he couldn't see it.

"Oh my god, their squirrel mandarin fish is so exquisite, the appearance is no worse than that of a five-star hotel!"

"The pig's knuckle soup is also good, the heat is just right..."

"What, Director Han, the other table has already started, why don't you move the first chopsticks first?" Liu Kun was already so hungry that he secretly swallowed his saliva, he couldn't hold back his mouth, and expressed the aspirations of the people at the table.

Han Cheng, who was sitting upright, withdrew his gaze, his face was still cold and solemn, as if nothing had happened just now: "Everyone use your chopsticks, don't worry about me."

Big Brother Han gave an order, and the table full of hungry wolves rubbed their hands and started to move. Yingnuo clumsily picked up a large piece of squirrel mandarin fish, and carefully put it in the bowl of Hancheng: "Mr. Han, try this first. chef's special."

The young man's face was fair, his eyes were piercing, and he waited for his reaction with some trepidation but full of expectation.

Han Cheng gave a faint "hmm" and put the tender piece of fish into his mouth.

A little sweet, but not as greasy as I thought.

Although he has long been accustomed to delicacies from mountains and seas, he has never eaten so seriously. The people around him piled up his dishes, and even the always picky man ate them all.

Seeing the other party's satisfied appearance, the haze in my heart for several days seemed to be torn open, and a soft light squeezed in.

System: "Hancheng favorability progress value: 65."

After the meal, Liao Fanzheng's eyes were a little unsteady when he left the restaurant because he was being poured alcohol one after another, but luckily he didn't have the habit of being drunk, and he always smiled when he saw everyone and didn't talk nonsense.

Yan Qing and his assistant escorted people to the parking lot from left to right. Yan Qing bid farewell to Tang Su with sweat on his face: "Brother Su, I'll take Director Liao home first, and we'll be on the set in a few days—well !"

The drunk Liao Fanzheng raised his head suddenly, covered Yan Qing's mouth with his hand, his face was full of displeasure: "You are not allowed to talk to strangers!"

Yan Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but after all she didn't dare to disobey the man's words, she obediently agreed, waved with Ying Nuo and got into the car.

"Master host, do you think the two of them have sex?" The little angel popped up suddenly and asked gossipingly.

Yingnuo smiled: "It's better to have it, then I don't have to worry about Yan Qing being bullied again."

It wasn't until the crew dispersed that Yingnuo wrapped up his coat tightly and prepared to squeeze into the subway. The cold wind in the afternoon was still ruthless, and it hurt people's skin.

There was a sudden sound of honking the horn behind him, and Yingnuo turned around, only to see Zheng Zeyu coming out of the car and shouting: "Mr. Tang! It's so cold, Director Han said to give you a ride!"

Because he was worried that he would park illegally, Ying Nuo got into the car without hesitation, and the warm air in the car instantly surrounded him, making him shiver uncontrollably.

"Go home?" Han Cheng didn't show any expression, but his face was much gentler than before.

Although Yingnuo only drank a small cup, due to Tang Su's impressive drinking capacity, he felt a little dizzy at this moment: "Well, you drop me... I’ll just put it at the subway station in front of me.”

Han Cheng frowned, and didn't speak for a long time, dissatisfied with Ying Nuo's appearance.

Zheng Zeyu glanced in the rearview mirror very worriedly, and then conveyed his heart to his boss with great dedication: "You are too polite, how could Director Han have the heart to let you squeeze the subway in such a cold weather?"

Han Cheng didn't respond, and actually acquiesced to this statement.

Ying Nuo dazedly tasted the meaning, and suddenly a strange emotion arose in his heart. The thought of "Han Cheng likes me" was like a small bud that broke out of the ground, disturbing his mind without warning.

But that feeling was fleeting, and there was too much reality gap between the two of them, which made Yingnuo immediately hesitate: "Assistant Zheng, you...you're joking."

Zheng Zeyu didn't intervene anymore, the relationship is a matter between two people, and no matter how much you worry about it, you can only go to the end, and the rest depends on the fate of the two people.

The car drove to the entrance of Jintai Alley, Yingnuo got out of the car, and just wanted to say goodbye to the two of them, unexpectedly Han Cheng also got out of the car.

Yingnuo looked at the man in a daze, and twisted his hands unconsciously: "Mr. Han, what else do you want?"

Han Cheng's face was still slumped as usual, the tall man stood there, and his calm and majestic aura swept across the radius for several miles.

If Ying Nuo hadn't gotten used to it, Bao Buqi would have been frightened by his serious look.

"It's too stuffy in the car, come down and smoke a cigarette." Han Cheng paused for a few seconds, his usually calm and calm voice was a little blunt, but fortunately, he was outside, and his flaws were covered by the wind.

Ying Nuo gave a blank "Oh", and then watched helplessly as the man took out the lighter and lit it three times before lighting the cigarette.

Yingnuo: "..."

"Mr. Han." In order not to embarrass the man, Yingnuo thoughtfully found a topic, "I... saw your mother in the hospital that day."

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