Beyond gold and jade [Yu Huang]

Watch TV shows where actresses go hungry for months. "Yu Wenzhou didn't intend to treat Huang Shaotian like a woman, and in fact he couldn't hold a young man of his size, "Get up and take a shower, or lie down and I'll give you a bath...or just wait for a stomachache. "

As a native of City G, taking a bath is a nightmare for Huang Shaotian, who is covered in strange liquid. He gritted his teeth and hanged himself on Yu Wenzhou, "How could I have you... It's a big loss."

"Hehe." Yu Wenzhou smiled without saying a word.

47.

It wasn't until Wei Chen cast strange eyes on himself for the fifth time that Huang Shaotian finally couldn't help sending Ye Xiu a look of help.Ye Xiu received the signal, supported his forehead, and said hesitantly, "Old Wei, are you squinting?"

I'm second, I'm telling you to divert your attention, not to break the window paper! ! !

Huang Shaotian roared crazily in his heart, but he still waited impatiently for Wei Chen to answer.Wei Chen glanced at him again, and snorted coldly, "You're squinting."

"If you don't squint, just keep an eye on the audio track! Old Han is going to kill someone if you break the script." Thinking of Han Wenqing's serial killing calls yesterday, Ye Xiu shivered, "I'd rather be with Zhang Xinjie. deal."

Huang Shaotian curled his lips, "Isn't he a screenwriter, how could he get involved."

Ye Xiu raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You don't know?! Oh, that's right...you don't film, it's normal that you don't know."

"Don't know what?" Huang Shaotian thought there was something tricky about it, "Zhang Xinjie studied music before?"

"Why do you care so much about others?!" Wei Chen suddenly raised his voice, with a heartbroken expression on his face, "I...don't talk about this, your mother's birthday is coming, do you have time to go back this year?"

Speaking of my mother’s birthday, Huang Shaotian became more energetic. It stands to reason that during the National Day holiday, my mother’s birthday is an extremely worthwhile celebration for the working class, because 100% of them can spare time to celebrate with her—a pity Huang Shaotian is not an ordinary working class.He was doing the most glamorous job in the world, and finally let the woman who worked so hard to raise him alone live a good life, but the price was 360 days a year without a break.

"I want to go back too..." Huang Shaotian thought about his plan seriously, "But recently..."

"Xiao Shiqin asked for marriage leave, who will take you?"

Wei Chen interjected an irrelevant question, and Huang Shaotian responded immediately: "Yu Wenzhou said to let Lan He watch over it, and arrange for him to decide."

"Hehe...he's quite free." Wei Chen naturally knew how busy managing the entire Blue Rain was after sitting in that seat, and his face became even weirder when he heard such an answer, "I'll go back with you to meet your mother? You have been out for so long, and you have only visited her twice, which seems inappropriate."

Mother, and, Yu Wenzhou.

Two unrelated people were mixed into one topic, Huang Shaotian kind of understood what Wei Chen wanted to say.But he had no choice but to agree.

"The first stop of the concert is in City G...I'll go home after it's over."

"Put your hands on your hips, yes, just slowly swing back and forth like this..." The hot dance teacher was teaching Huang Shaotian a new dance for the concert in front of the mirror, "Hey Huang Shao! Look in the mirror! Are you shy? "

Huang Shaotian reluctantly continued to practice according to what she said, gently resting his hands on the edge of the low-waisted pants, and slowly shaking his hips. Rachel squealed and slapped his ass, "That's great! Get a little more out of the way!"

"Hiss..." Being photographed on the sore spot, Huang Shaotian felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat, "Who can see that my eyes are not blurred from such a distance? Is it good if the movements are in place?"

Rachel didn't agree with his words at all, "Isn't this time four large screens above the head and eight small screens scattered around the head to shoot in 360 degrees? Those little girls in the audience can even see a few drops of sweat on your face~"

"Please, I also have male fans." Huang Shaotian took off the towel hanging around his neck to wipe off his sweat, "And, there are a lot of them."

"I know, I know, I have met a lot of your boys in my dance class~fan~" Rachel winked at him, "A few children begged me to ask you for an autograph, can you sign it?"

Huang Shaotian sighed, sat on the floor and stretched out his hands, "I'm reluctant..."

"Mr. Yu is here~" Rachel stuffed the signature pad she just took out back into her bag, "I'm going to see how the group dance is doing, you talk to Huang Shao~"

Seeing Rachel walking towards the next room, and closing the door considerately for them, Huang Shaotian couldn't laugh or cry, "Why does she see you as if she saw a ghost?"

"Maybe it's because I asked her a lot in the previous meeting?" Yu Wenzhou replied uncertainly, "How's the training going? Did it go well?"

"There are only three dances in total, the original dance of the opening group dance plus two fast songs... I have already practiced almost, but Rachel is still changing the opening arrangement, and the crazy woman asked me to add a solo dance when she saw that I had practiced well. ...I'm exhausted." Huang Shaotian kicked Yu Wenzhou's foot, "Go and get the signature pad, she just stuffed it back because you were so frightened."

"You are very responsive to fans." Yu Wenzhou handed him the signature board, "I warn you, this concert..."

"Absolutely, yes, no, accurate, walk, arrive, view, audience, seat." Huang Shaotian danced wildly on the beautifully decorated board, "Okay, okay, I will remember... the dress I sponsored last year was taken away." Three buttons were pulled off, and I was trained for three hours by Mother Jing twisting my ears. Three hours, dear! It doesn’t take an hour to make a button again! A lesson from blood and tears!”

Yu Wenzhou rubbed his hair with a smile, "It doesn't matter if the clothes are broken, I'm afraid they will hurt you. Xu Jingxi was almost scratched in the face last week, and after stepping off the stage, he found that the nail marks were all on his neck... and he was still covered by those newspapers. Grabbing and scribbling."

"Hahahaha on the neck?! This position hahaha!" Huang Shaotian laughed so hard that he leaned forward and backward, but the movement was too big and suddenly he showed a stiff expression, "Speaking of which..."

"Ok?"

"I... still... a little..."

"It hurts?" Yu Wenzhou also sat on the floor for him to lean on, "It's been a few days... Let's apply some more medicine tonight."

"No, no, no..." Huang Shaotian flushed with embarrassment when he thought of the process of applying the medicine, which was like a shameful PLAY, "That's nothing... It's just that my waist is still sore... You can rub it for me."

Yu Wenzhou wanted to laugh, but felt that it was very unkind to laugh, "I'll rub it for you when I get back tonight, don't practice so hard today."

Huang Shaotian raised his head and kissed his chin with a smile. Just when Yu Wenzhou was about to meet his lips, he stopped making further movements, "Yu Wenzhou...do you know the situation of my family?"

"I know." Thinking of the file locked in the desk drawer closest to his hands, Yu Wenzhou's heart tightened, but he still nodded to signal Huang Shaotian to continue.

Talking about the woman who raised him alone and indulged him in chasing music, Huang Shaotian was always very gentle, "Yesterday I sent her the concert tickets...it was the seat with the best view in the VIP! It turned out to be the one with the best view!" I scolded her, saying that my scene made her head hurt and she didn't want to come..."

"And then? What else did you say?"

"She asked me to go home and have soup after I finished." Huang Shaotian met his eyes, "You...would you like to...come home with me for soup."

Although he had been prepared to face this situation one day, Yu Wenzhou was stunned for three seconds when the opportunity came out of nowhere. "That day I'm going to hold a shareholders' meeting to discuss the film and television city..." He thought for a while before answering, seeing Huang Shaotian's eyes dim following his words, he smiled, "But I can catch the evening flight... ...go home with you for soup."

"Pfft...there is no beauty in those words." Huang Shaotian turned over and lay down, resting his head on Yu Wenzhou's lap, his eyes were tense, but he couldn't hide his curiosity, "Tell me, your mother... And what about your father?"

"They..." Yu Wenzhou thought about how to say so that Huang Shaotian would not be too nervous about this issue, "I look like my dad, and I have a temper like him. My mother is a housewife who is crazy about cooking, as long as you praise her If the food is delicious, she will be happy, that's all."

"Hey, hey, I've never seen you avoid the important and ignore the important." Huang Shaotian pinched his waist, "You think I don't know that your mother is the head chef of Lanxi Pavilion?"

Yu Wenzhou deliberately showed a surprised expression, "You know this? But she hasn't cooked in the restaurant for a long time, and now she is a housewife through and through, forcing my father, brother and sister-in-law to try new dishes for her every day. "

"It's as if you jumped out of the fire pit... No matter how many people want to eat, they can't be ranked." Huang Shaotian looked down on him, and asked hesitantly, "That...do they know?"

"what do you know?"

"Pretend to be stupid again, believe it or not, I will strangle you to death?!"

Huang Shaotian jumped up and tried to pinch Yu Wenzhou's neck, but he was held down, "On the first day after I came to Blue Rain, I confessed...I said, I will manage Blue Rain very well, and do it well. Show them the results. But the most important thing is that the person I like has signed a ten-year contract with Lan Yu, so he won't be able to concentrate on singing when Lan Yu falls."

"Fuck... Your parents didn't realize it? Maybe it's a female singer?"

"The first thing my mom asked was, 'Is that the person on the poster on the wall in your room'. Then my dad said, 'Isn't that the spokesperson for our mall?'" Yu Wenzhou imitated vividly, "Then I Brother said, 'Huang Shaotian