My three pots of meat plants

At first, Wen Wuchu thought the little girl was the child of a customer in the store, or the owner's daughter or something.

There were not many customers in the store, and after a while, the customers emptied, and the little girl was still standing there.And the only waiter in the store who was walking around was a woman in her early twenties, and the little girl was definitely not her daughter.

Wen Wuchu hesitated for a moment, he is not the kind of character who is less concerned about one thing, and although he doesn't want to add trouble, but at this moment, he feels that he still has to do something.

Wen Wuchu walked up to the little girl and knelt down: "Little friend, where are your parents?"

The little girl timidly didn't answer, her eyes were full of fear.

Wen Wuchu stood up and greeted the shop assistants. "Is this little girl from your store?"

The clerk was sneakily playing with his mobile phone, and when Wen Wuchu yelled at him, the phone almost fell to the ground in fright. He looked up a little displeased: "No, no." Then he continued to bow his head.

Wen Wuchu didn't like the other party's attitude, but he didn't blame him too much.A clerk like this has to face so many customers in a day, and he is probably exhausted physically and mentally. It is unlikely that he will pay attention to such a little girl.

"Little friend, did you get lost with your parents?" Wen Wuchu confirmed with the little girl.

The little girl was very shy and didn't answer, just stood there timidly.

"I guess I lost it. You said that the airport is such a big place, why don't the parents pay more attention?" Wen Wuchu complained, but still took the little girl's hand and walked towards the information desk.

Qi Jingze followed behind pushing the luggage cart.

"Hello, there is a lost child here, can you release the radio tracing service?" Wen Wuchu asked the little brother at the information desk.

Wearing a uniform, the somewhat handsome brother sighed silently. "Sorry, the airport can't provide radio search service, but I can ask the airport ground staff to help find someone. Is this the little girl behind you?"

Can't provide radio to find someone?Wen Wuchu was stunned.

But thinking about it, the airport is actually a place where it is easy to get lost, but he takes so many planes every year, usually urging passengers that the flight is about to take off, and rushing to a certain boarding gate to report, he has never heard of looking for someone.

"I saw this child in the souvenir shop in front. She seems to have been standing there for a long time, and I don't know much about the rest," Wen Wuchu said.

The little brother nodded. "Okay, I'll go out and search right away, and you can put the child here."

"En, yes." Wen Wuchu glanced at Qi Jingze, seeing that the other party's expression was not impatient, so he asked. "How about we help find it together?"

Qi Jingze nodded, which surprised Wen Wuchu, this guy still had a cold face and a kind heart.

They were lucky. Not long after the information desk here sent out the notice, the information desk on the other side replied that there happened to be a father who was looking for his daughter.

When the father came from a long distance, hugged his daughter with tears all over his face, and couldn't help crying, Wen Wuchu suddenly felt his eyes were a little moist.

He recalled when he was flying when he was a child, he secretly went to the store to play for his favorite model car, but his parents searched for him all over the airport and missed the boarding time.

In the end, it was such a happy ending, but he would never forget that scene.

A piece of facial tissue suddenly appeared in front of Wen Wuchu's eyes. He was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the person holding the tissue next to him.

"The eyes are so red, it's so ugly." Qi Jingze said something, put the tissue into Wen Wuchu's hand, and stopped talking.

"Thank you very much. If it weren't for you, I don't know how long it would take to find the little girl, and how many people would be dispatched." The young man at the information desk expressed his thanks to the two of them.

"Hey, wait, aren't you Wen Wuchu?" The young man pointed at Wen Wuchu and said in surprise.

"Wait, if you are Wen Wuchu, isn't that..." The young man looked at the tall man next to him who had been wearing a mask in horror and excitement.

"Ah, ah, ah, idol!" The young man couldn't restrain his joy and excitement, and was afraid that his voice would draw attention from others, so he could only cover his mouth and stomp his feet on the spot.

Wen Wuchu was a little helpless.The young man who was aloof just now turned into a jumping chicken in an instant.

Wen Wuchu didn't interrupt the young man, or told him to stop.

Because he believes that in the whole of China, as long as they are watching the football, they basically have this reaction when they see Qi Jingze. If they don't go too far and directly throw Qi Jingze down, they are already Amitabha.

To be honest, if it wasn't for him, he would have brought Qi Jingze with him. Knowing this guy's virtues, if he didn't interact with the other party, and the other party scored such a good result, I would scream hoarsely when I saw the other party.

After the excitement, the young man quickly found a notebook and handed it to Qi Jingze. "Master, just sign me." His eyes were full of longing.

Qi Jingze glanced at the notebook in front of him, but didn't want to move it. Wen Wuchu next to him couldn't stand it, "Hurry up and sign one, we're going home."

Qi Jingze reluctantly took the pen and paper, and wrote a few big characters.

When the two left a certain distance, the young man suddenly remembered that it was not time for a group photo! ! !Even if it can't be a serious group photo, it's okay to secretly take a photo together.

The young man immediately found out his phone, turned on the selfie, and snapped a few photos of his own face and the back of the two leaving.

That night, such a topic surfaced on Weibo.

#Airport Encounter Qi Jingze#

The initiator of the topic was "Little Shuaibi Who Doesn't Fly to the Sky", and he posted what happened at the airport that day, Qi Jingze's autographed photo, and a group photo that didn't look good.

I don't know who discovered this topic. After all, there are [-] topics about Qi Jingze every day, but this topic quickly became a hot topic.

"I'm so envious! By the way, did Qi Dada come back by himself? Aren't the other players still in Uzbekistan? Don't you take a break? My heart hurts greatly."

"My husband came back late at night, and my wife didn't go to pick up the plane, I blame myself!!!"

"Fuck upstairs, that's obviously my husband. I always thought that my husband was cold and ruthless, but I didn't expect him to be such a little kindness who is cold outside and hot inside."

"...! I just want to know, how do you know that you are living well upstairs? Is being cold and ruthless the same as living well? I'm just curious. I don't want to argue with you. I just want to take Xiao Wenwen away. Let you divide it up."

"I'm really proud to be a fan of such an idol."

"Seeing my husband's back, his legs are so long and his shoulders so wide, I really want to run up to him and hug him from behind."

"Nani, are you sure you can wrap your arms around your waist instead of your calves from behind?"

"Going back upstairs, it's too short to hug the calf. Visually, the petite girl just hugs a certain important part."

"Ah, how petite is that? There's no such thing as a height difference. By the way, I think the passers-by in front of me in this photo is an eyesore. Can anyone show me a high-definition □□ enlarged picture of the back view."

"It feels like the blogger will cry and faint in the toilet. You guys despise his face so much. By the way, I will post a picture of the back without a big face.JPG."

The remarks of these self-proclaimed ladies in the palace did not dominate the screen for a long time, and soon another group of people quickly occupied the comment area.

"Qi Jingze returned to China early. Manager Wen picked up the airport in the middle of the night. At night, why is it an airport offering love and finding a beautiful story about a lost girl? But I imagined a bunch of two people walking out of the airport in the dark. In the car, a story that cannot be told."

"Sing "Grateful Heart" together in the car?"

"Ah. By the way, Qi Jingze's back is really attractive, and Xiao Wenwen's is also good. What should I do? I've always been a CP repairer. Am I going to apostate?"

"Come upstairs and join our Qi Chu CP."

"When will Qi Jingze go to the airport next time? I really want to get lost too. Older mentally handicapped young women will get lost too! Please take me away too!"

Wen Wuchu didn't know about the excitement on the Internet. He was also a little tired these days. He bought supper and sent Qi Jingze home. He almost fell asleep.

Time moves forward gradually.

Wen Wuchu has some little troubles of happiness recently, and the invitations piled up in the studio have almost become a hill.

In addition to Bai Shengxiu's invitation, there are also various invitations from Qi Jingze.

As the Huaguo men's football team won one after another, football was the topic of discussion in the streets and alleys, the name Qi Jingze was on the mouths of old people and children, and many advertisers and TV stations couldn't miss Qi Jingze.

The studio received various types of invitations, including program cooperation invitations, advertising cooperation invitations, and even invitations from Huaguo Super League clubs.

Wen Wuchu felt a little headache, so he asked Qi Jingze to test his tone, and what he got was the expected rejection.

Therefore, how to gracefully and not offend others' invitations from some big brands has become a headache for Wen Wuchu.

About a few months ago, Wen Wuchu probably never expected to face this kind of trouble.

With the increasing number of things in the studio, Wen Wuchu could only run non-stop with the two new assistants, and he was unable to watch the matches of the Hua Guo team in succession.

Wen Wuchu, who could only stay busy in the studio until the game started, turned on the TV to watch the game, and witnessed Qi Jingze's outstanding performance in several consecutive games.

Just like at this moment, Wen Wuchu woke up early in the morning, and the TV changed a few channels, all of which were reporting the Hua Guo team's game last night.

"Morning boss!" A greeting came from outside the studio door, and Zhou Zexiu walked in.

Wen Wuchu worked very late last night, and when he finished his work, the game had already started, so he simply lived in the studio.

Wen Wuchu also greeted Zhou Zexiu, took out a tiramisu and milk from the refrigerator, and was about to start eating breakfast.

"It looks delicious, where did you buy it?" Zhou Zexiu, who had a stomach full of greasy fried buns for breakfast and couldn't buy matcha drinks, asked a bit depressed.

"Xiaobai made it." Wen Wuchu said as he tasted the sweet and slightly bitter taste.

A few days ago, Bai Shengxiu's crew had a two-day vacation, and Bai Shengxiu rushed back to rest for a few days. He made him a lot of snacks and pastries, and specially told him to eat enough.

"Oh?" Zhou Zexiu looked at Wen Wuchu with a half-smile. "Do you know what tiramisu means?"

Wen Wuchu said that at this time he and Xue Jingrui had the same point of view, as long as the food is delicious, knowing so many meanings, ingredients, and historical backgrounds can't make the taste buds more enjoyable.

However, in line with the principle of not making the atmosphere awkward, Wen Wuchu stopped his spoon, and asked in a very modest and studious manner: "I don't know? Is there any meaning?"

Zhou Zexiu brewed a cup of tea and suppressed the smell of fried buns.

"Tiramisu means take me away in Italian. According to legend, during World War II, there was a loving couple. The husband was about to go to the battlefield, but the wife was reluctant to leave. They put all the food in the house together and made it. After the cake, it’s tiramisu.”

Wen Wuchu picked up the tiramisu and looked at it for a long time, and finally said: "Then the raw materials in their home are quite strange, and the ones made in Huaguo's family are probably steamed rice cakes with whole grains?"

Zhou Zexiu smiled: "Tiramisu contains coffee wine and cocoa powder, which has the effect of aphrodisiac. This stuff is very suitable for treating people to eat."

Wen Wuchu watched for a long time, but didn't hear the teasing and connotation in Zhou Zexiu's words. He only thought that he was spreading knowledge and continued to eat breakfast in a happy mood.

After breakfast, Wen Wuchu and Zhou Zexiu reported their itinerary.

"Next Monday, little Xue Xiaobai and I will go to K City to watch the match between Huaguo and Iran. Xiaobai has already asked for leave with the crew, and the studio needs you to take care of it." Wen Wuchu said.

Zhou Zexiu rarely turned his eyes from the computer screen back to the boss's face.

When he found out that Qi Jingze was also an artist in the studio, Zhou Zexiu's heart was a little more shocked than seeing Xue Jingrui before.

You know, he has been a person who has not been surprised for a long time, and Wen Wuchu repeatedly broke his cognition.

He was so bored that he calculated Wen Wuchu's fate and the feng shui of the studio with the gossip of the Book of Changes. He suspected that this place might be the land of dragon veins, and Wen Wuchu was the real son of the dragon.Otherwise, how could he casually attract a few god-like figures to serve him, and the key point is that they are quite loyal.

You know, those who want to poach Wen Wuchu's corner now can make a perimeter around the land of Shenzhou.

Zhou Zexiu didn't scold his boss for not doing his job properly. After all, Wen Wuchu had noticed Wen Wuchu working overtime every day. It was rare for him to relax. He should go to watch his artist's competition.

"It seems that if they win the next game, the Hua Guo team will qualify?" Zhou Zexiu asked, he vaguely saw it mentioned in the news.

Zhou Zexiu doesn't really watch football, and he's even less interested in Huaguo football. However, this kind of hot spot that the whole country is paying attention to, he will hear about it even if he is not interested.

Wen Wuchu nodded. Like all Huaguo fans, they felt that the past few months had been like a dream.

In the home game next Monday, if the Hua Guo team wins, they will be guaranteed to enter the World Cup finals.

Wen Wuchu, like all the people in the country, has experienced a joke during this period from the slight theoretical hope of promotion to the possibility of a promotion ahead of schedule, but this joke makes people feel wonderful.

The author has something to say: For God’s sake, say I’m Calvin

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