The boss always wants me to die [Quick Transmigration]

Chen Wenyao pushed open the door, and the room was quiet. Cheng Wenming sat quietly by the window reading a book. When he saw him, he raised his head and smiled. The warm peripheral light hit him, leaving a silhouette.

"Brother Cheng..." Chen Wenyao scratched his hair, seemed to want to say something but lowered his head, honestly took out his slippers from the shoe cabinet and changed them.

"Xu Mo sent you back?" Cheng Wenming walked over and handed him a cup of boiling hot coffee, "It's cold outside, so cover your hands."

Chen Wenyao was flattered to take the coffee. He felt that not only his hands but also his whole heart were being ironed. He blushed, raised his head and took a big gulp. He was so hot that he jumped up, and in a hurry, he spilled the coffee on the coffee table. On the back of the hand, it was sour.

Cheng Wenming took his cup involuntarily, and looked at the unlucky boy rather sadly, thinking that it was just a cup of coffee, why should he be so excited?But the complaints belong to the complaints, Cheng Yingdi is actually very happy in his heart~~

Chen Wenyao stuck out his big tongue, kept shaking his right hand, and lost one of his slippers. How embarrassed he looked, the virtuous and virtuous film star had no choice but to bend down and pick up the lost bag that he didn't know when he was facing the loess and his back was facing the sky. For the slippers under the table, he took out a few napkins and handed them to Chen Wenyao.

Chen Wenyao quickly wiped off the stains on his hands, put on his slippers again, and quickly cleaned the dirty floor, then picked up the key like a pug wagging his tail and eagerly rushed to Cheng Wenming and said, "Brother Cheng, say Okay, let me treat you to a big meal, let's go!"

Unexpectedly, Cheng Wenming didn't intend to move at all, he was lying firmly on his beanbag sofa, and when he heard this, he stretched lazily, like... like a precious bird Mr. Cat glanced at him casually, and said lazily, "Don't bother, just do it."

"I cook?" Although Chen Wenyao knew that the food he cooked was not bad, he was not so narcissistic that he thought that he was better than a top chef. Home cooking may be a little better than restaurants outside, but..."

"I'm tired." Cheng Wenming cut off his words, and looked at him with an attitude that I was so tired that I didn't want to take a step, "I have to change clothes when I go out to eat..."

To be honest, it was only now that Chen Wenyao realized that the actor was actually wearing home clothes, and the hair that always looked so stylish on the screen was hanging down on his forehead, but it strangely made him look younger.

Who told the actor to do him such a big favor, Chen Wenyao had no choice but to throw the key into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked at it, and he almost knew what was missing, then took a few hundred dollars from his wallet and stuffed it into his pocket. Before leaving, he said to the film king, "Brother Cheng, then I'll go shopping for groceries first, just wait a bit."

Cheng Wenyao waved his hand to show that he understood, and Chen Wenyao closed the door and walked into the elevator.

At the moment when the elevator door closed, a sneaky man came out from the corner. He first walked up to confirm the house number where Chen Wenyao came out, then took a close-up, then turned his head and looked around, and finally His eyes fell on the camera opposite the door.

Chen Wenyao rang the doorbell with large and small bags of vegetables. After a while, the movie star opened the door. Chen Wenyao had a little too much food, so he had to sneak into the door sideways. The shutter in the corner quickly pressed a few times, clearly showing Chen Wenyao His face was photographed.

The actor took the food from Chen Wenyao's hand, frowned and said, "Why do you buy so much?"

While busy changing his shoes, Chen Wenyao said, "Isn't this inviting you to dinner? How can I show my sincerity if the dishes are short?" Besides, if you can't finish eating, you can eat it hot again.

The actor showed a smile, the yellowish light hit his face, making his nose stand out, and he joked, "Then Chef Sun, what shall we have for dinner tonight?"

Chen Wenyao touched his nose enviously, went to the storage room and pinched the wings of the chicken he bought some time ago. He didn't care about the chicken's dying struggle, and showed a smile that seemed a bit ferocious to the film king: "We are going tonight!" Eat chicken!"

The chicken whose wings were pinched could not make an egg no matter how hard it flailed. Under Chen Wenyao's slightly unfamiliar movements, a kitchen knife drained the blood from his body from the neck. Concurrent convulsions.

Chen Wenyao ignored it, shook the bowl of fresh chicken blood, and asked Cheng Wenming, "Brother Cheng, do you want chicken blood? How about frying it?"

Cheng Wenming stared at the chicken for 30 seconds, then looked helplessly at the chicken blood, and shook his head firmly.

"It's a pity," Chen Wenyao looked very lonely, "Then I'll be the only one to eat."

Cheng Wenming: "..."

ancestors!Take your bowl of blood away! !

The poor film king was deeply stimulated by that chicken when he saw blood for the first time...

Chen Wenyao moved very quickly. He cooked the slow ones first, simmered them slowly over low heat, and finally cooked those that could be done in a few minutes, which saved a lot of time. In just two hours, a dozen dishes were full. The entire dining table was filled, and Chen Wenyao instructed the actor to put away the bowls and chopsticks, while he brought a bowl of delicious fish head soup and walked over, and said to the actor: "Brother Cheng, this fish head soup is a great tonic, you work so hard every day. Drink more." He couldn't help but take his bowl and scooped a full bowl for him.

The actor who is opening champagne: "..."

God knows he hates eating fish the most! ! !

The actor is so hot.

Chen Wenyao is also very spicy, but he can't figure out the taste of the actor, so the only dish on the table is chicken with extra spicy, so the chicken that died in death was eaten clean by two people, and the other dishes didn't change much. Finally, when the film king returned to the bedroom with his stomach in his arms, and Chen Wenyao packed the tableware, he found that the fish head soup had not been touched that night!

Adhering to the fine tradition of not wasting, Chen Wenyao finished the bowl of cold fish head soup with his nose pinched. The taste couldn't be better...

It would be better if the fishy smell is not so strong!

Next, the film king was busy as usual, but what was different was that Chen Wenyao also joined the busy team, living a life of getting up earlier than chickens and going to bed later than dogs.

Fortunately, Chen Wenyao was only a supporting role after all. After half a month of busy work, the characters in the play finally received their lunch boxes, and Chen Wenyao was able to return to the actor's home happily.

I really wish I could sleep with him for three days and three nights.

The author has something to say: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s been so long, the author will try my best to finish writing this article as soon as possible, it should be at the end of this month, thank you friends who have been following the book, I love you~ I may write the extra episode at that time, and I will write the main text first End, then modify the first world, and finally write a special episode.To be honest, I don't really want to write a side story, I don't have any inspiration, and I don't know what to write. If no one wants to read it, I won't write it, okay? [Secretly poking fingers]