Run away after flirting with the male god

It was Du Nan who greeted Yang Fan first, and brought him in front of Chen Yu, obediently like a ten-year-old doll: "Dad, he is Yang Fan."

"Screenwriter Chen, Director Du, Hello Brother Rong."

Chen Yu got up and shook hands with Yang Fan: "I heard from Xiao Nan that you helped him a lot in the film crew."

"It's nothing, we just chat casually." Yang Fan smiled calmly, and looked up at Chen Yu without being arrogant or humble.

Chen Yu wore a burgundy windbreaker and smiled very flatly. It was the first time Yang Fan saw a man wearing a windbreaker of such a color. He didn't have the sense of disobedience as he had imagined. He just felt that he matched Chen Yu very well. He is a desperate man, but when he meets the big man next to him, his ruthlessness turns into water and becomes affectionate.

Du Jiangkang is no different from the TV, he is full of self-confidence and will always be a chatterbox at the dinner table, with a smirk on the corner of his mouth, he forcibly wipes away the maturity of his body, like... a hypocrite with a hippie smile.

Yang Fan looked at the two of them for a while and felt impolite, and slowly sat beside him: "I heard that screenwriter Chen likes to drink tea, and there is someone in my family who is good at this kind of thing." Breathe a sigh of relief.

Chen Yu's voice was very cold, like a clear spring in the mountains: "It smells good outside, thank you."

"Since you are Xiao Nan's good friend, don't be so rude. Editor Chen, Director Du, this top hat stunned me." A slap on Du Nan's back, Du Jiangkang urged with a hearty laugh He said, "Just call me Uncle."

"Pfft—" The drink he just drank was slapped out by the hand on his back, Du Nan blushed and bent over to cough so hard that he couldn't stop.

Sitting next to Du Nan, Yang Jiarong immediately supported and stroked his back, and said to Du Jiangkang jokingly: "Xiao Nan is eating, so you don't take it lightly."

After hearing this, Du Jiangkang looked at his son's face flushed from coughing, touched the back of his head embarrassingly, and grinned: "Didn't I not pay attention, haha ​​Chen Yu, do you think so?"

Chen Yu's fierce eyes swept over, and Du Jiangkang subconsciously wanted to run with a thud in his heart. It was too late, and his back was slapped suddenly, almost shaking out his internal organs.

"An old rambunctious thing."

Du Jiangkang covered his mouth to hold back his cough: "Ahem, the child is still here."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Fan felt a little apprehensive. The family's way of getting along was too worrying. Looking at Du Nan's slightly flushed cheeks, he knew that the slap must have been serious, and he didn't know how he grew up.

Chen Yu leaned on the seat to greet everyone to eat, looked at Yang Fan intentionally or unintentionally, and then exchanged glances with Du Jiangkang: "Yang Fan, you don't have any scenes to shoot recently, right?"

Yang Fan thought about it for a while: "No."

"That's how it is, Lao Du's movie lacks a character, so don't get too excited because there aren't many scenes."

"father!"

Yang Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry now, Chen Yu's words were too straightforward: "Since Uncle Chen has already cut to the chase, let me just say it straight, thank you Uncle Du for giving me this opportunity, if it's just to pay back Du Nan's favor can be saved in this way, I don't think Du Nan owes me anything."

Yang Jiarong patted the back of Du Nan's hand to tell him to take it easy and stay calm.

Yang Fan smiled and continued: "Outsiders say that Director Du never goes through the back door, and this time there is no need to go through the back door to break the rules."

Du Jiangkang scratched his head embarrassingly, and finally looked sideways at Chen Yu and sighed: "You, Uncle Chen, are so blunt when you talk, and you have offended people a lot before. I have also seen your plays very photogenic. Although the play is an idol show, your acting skills You can see the standard without being exaggerated, and I’m not blindly employing people, and I don’t want to use movies to explain what is meant by ‘a rat’s droppings ruined a pot of sauce’, it’s not all because of Xiao Nan, don’t worry.”

Yang Fan took a sip of his wine and seemed indifferent, just when he wanted to talk, Chen Yu handed over a script.

"Go back and have a look, come back if you can grasp this role, don't look at Lao Du talking to you now, we two won't show good looks on the set." Chen Yu raised his glass, shook his head, finished drinking, and kicked Du Jiangkang, who killed someone, scolded, "Why don't you speak?"

Du Jiangkang took a glance at him and followed him to drink, but his tone was a bit aggrieved: "You've finished talking, what else can I say?"

Yang Jiarong didn't listen to what was going on at the table, and only cared about picking up food for Du Nan. Du Nan was worried that Chen Yu would make things difficult for Yang Fan. In fact, he didn't know where he got the courage to speak up for Yang Fan. No matter how Wei threatened himself, he didn't dare to speak out.

The rookie was hit hard when he was about to fly high at the start. He felt that it was a big blow to Yang Fan. He couldn't even imagine Yang Fan not acting.

So that night Du Nan plucked up the courage to propose Yang Fan to the fathers who were discussing casting in the study.

Chen Yu and Du Jiangkang were stunned for a moment, and asked him if he had moved on.

Empathy?

Du Nan stared at the dishes in the bowl, and his Uncle Rong's voice sounded in his ears. His hands were heated up and he realized that it was the other party comforting him. Du Nan hurriedly withdrew his hands, and even the tip of his nose was red, hesitating and fumbling: "Uncle Rong, I will pick up my own food."

Du Jiangkang was very concerned about this biological son. Seeing him lowering his head and only focusing on eating vegetables, he really thought that his precious son was maimed by that slap just now, so he asked with concern: "What's wrong with Xiao Nan?"

Du Nan quickly shook his head: "No."

Chen Yu didn't ask, but came over and licked Du Nan's forehead. He looked like he was going to hit someone. Yang Fan was terrified when he saw it. Finally, he knew how Du Nan's temper came from. He was also curious about the relationship between the two men. How could a family raise a son who speaks softly? Now it seems... No one can be hardened on anyone. This surprise is more exciting than knocking a gopher.

Chen Yu frowned and touched the clothes Du Nan was wearing today, raised his hand and slapped his son on the back: "You want to go to the hospital by learning how to wear two clothes like the little fresh meat outside?"

"Father." Du Nan felt a bit ashamed with a bitter face, "Yang Fan is still here."

Yang Fan lowered his head and pretended he couldn't hear or see.

Because he knew what kind of person Chen Yu was for a long time ago, Yang Fan's answers during the dinner were drafted in his heart. Chen Yu didn't target him everywhere. The answers were all well-organized, and he and Du Jiangkang almost made up their minds after winking.

It can be said that both parties were satisfied with the meal. Du Nan followed Yang Fan and said that he would give it away, looking nervous as if something happened.

Yang Fan looked puzzled at the other end and looked back slightly uncomfortably, and asked him like a brother next door: "What's the matter?"

"fine……"

There were no two brats on the dinner table. Chen Yu closed his eyes and ignored the momentum just now. He tapped his thighs with his fingers in an orderly manner, half-opening his eyes and not getting angry: "Jia Rong, my son's IQ can raise Let people go through the back door, it must be your credit."

"What is 'that IQ'." Du Jiangkang said dissatisfiedly.

"His IQ is up to you." Chen Yu snapped back bluntly, now Du Jiangkang scratched his head and said nothing.

Yang Jiarong was not flustered: "I didn't say anything. Du Nan had few friends. Now that he has Yang Fan, he will definitely take it to heart. Yang Fan is not bad-hearted and he didn't know that Xiao Nan's father was you. He knew in advance that I would definitely not agree with Xiao Nan to do this."

"Why does my son tell you everything, I'm obviously his father." Du Jiangkang was a little jealous after drinking, no matter what, it was his son who had raised him for 20 years. My heart hurts.

Chen Yu knew he was confused when he saw his bear look: "My father is me, and you are his little father."

So the middle-aged man in his forties lay down on the table and began to beat his chest and feet: "I am his big daddy, silly son."

"Forget it, you've been crying for more than ten years. Do you think your son cares about you? The country owes you a little golden man to put away your nose and tears. You don't feel ashamed at a lot of age."

Yang Jiarong looked at it with a smile and felt that Du Nan was a bit like Du Jiangkang. They were indeed father and son, and they were both a bit idiot in terms of feelings.

"I heard that Yu Wei dumped my son." The affirmative sentence was not a question, Chen Yu said, "During that time, Xiao Nan made a lot of moths with you."

Yang Jiarong thought of those beer bottles on his balcony and couldn't help laughing: "It's not that you don't know what tricks children will do when they break up in love."

"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have stopped him from falling in love early."

To say that Du Nan was still in high school at the time, the deputy squad leader wrote him a love letter saying that he wanted to have a girlfriend. From the perspective of an adult, Chen Yu felt that the little girl's spirit was commendable. Handing in the love letter, Chen Yu still can't figure out why he has to hand in the love letter written by the girl. Logically speaking, shouldn't he be proud and excited?

As long as Du Nan acts tougher, he won't kill a first love from the source.

……

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and Yang Fan couldn't help Du Nan who locked his mouth tightly: "It didn't take long, why did you look like a different person."

"I'm confused about some things."

Yo little brother, you are so artistic.

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer, Yang Fan simply turned around to say hello.

Du Jiangkang's eyes were red, waiting for Du Nan to wave: "Come here."

Du Nan was stunned for a few seconds before passing, and was asked if I was your father just after passing.

"Yes, Dad, are you drunk?"

Du Jiangkang blushed and his neck was half thick because he was angry. The blue veins on the surface of his neck were exposed and he was even more drunk than a drunk: "You just remember that there are Uncle Rong on the left and right. Call me little daddy every day."

Du Nan swallowed hard and sent a signal for help to Chen Yu: "Didn't you tell me to call me that when I was young?"

"I regret it, call me back!"

"Little dad." Du Nan wanted to break free, but fell into an embrace. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the hands that often warmed him pressing on his little dad's shoulders.

"Don't let the children laugh." Yang Jiarong grabbed the little fool with one hand and entrusted Du Jiangkang to Chen Yu.

Chen Yujun raised his eyebrows and showed a dissolute smile, looked at Du Jiangkang and then bent down to lift him up, but the lifting posture was very vulgar and obscene.

Du Jiangkang stared at his old leg and yelled on his shoulder: "Put me down, I've been suffocating to teach this little thing a lesson, my wings are stiff and I want to run away from home, you put me down!"

"Papa papa!" Chen Yu's hands landed on the old man's buttocks, and Du Jiangkang immediately turned his grief into wailing, "You have been oppressing me for so many years, why!"

"Why?" Chen Yu suppressed the excitement in his body, turned around and threw the man into the car, and closed the door vigorously to leave.

Before leaving, he didn't forget that he had a son. Chen Yu poked his head out of the car and gestured to Yang Jiarong: "My son will let you go today, it's not convenient tonight."

Yang Jiarong was still holding Du Nan in his arms, because Du Nan was short, and now being held in his arms from behind by him did not feel disobedient but felt very warm. Yang Jiarong waved his hands with a smile on his face: "I wish you all a sweet dream."

Seeing that the two masters had finally left, Yang Fan let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey Yang Fan..." Before Du Nan finished speaking, his neck was hooked from behind and almost suffocated, his feet were almost off the ground, "Uncle Rong."

Yang Jiarong said: "Don't you like Uncle Rong's house?"

Du Nan was about to cry.