The actor is slapped in the face by the chef every day

Something happened.

Get it done.

Meng Tian finally felt at peace.

However, her wish came true again——

The man sitting across from him blinked his golden eyes, and said something in Italian to Mengtian.

"I'm sorry that my foreign language is not good. Please use Chinese for what you want to say." With a cold face, she spoke Mandarin with correct accents. The manager lady looked at the ceiling and didn't even give Alan a direct look.

Alan obviously didn't expect the other party to use this routine, and was stunned for a moment.Soon, he spoke again:

"Honey, don't be angry with me again. At worst, I won't ask to sleep in the same room with you tonight."

The enunciation is clear and the pronunciation is standard. Even Fu Jinghui, a serious native of Beijing, China, has to admit that this brother can speak good Mandarin.

only--

"So you can speak Chinese? Then why did you babble so much in foreign languages?"

In the end, the other party actually looked shy: "There are some love words between lovers, as long as sweetheart can understand them, I don't want too many people to hear them."

When the manager heard this, her face turned blue and then red, red and then black. Judging by the frequency of her chest rising and falling, she seemed a little out of breath.

Fu Jinghui felt that he smelled a strong smell of adultery.

"You all slept together before?"

Looking between Miss Manager and Allen, Fu Jinghui ignored Meng Tian's eyes that wanted to eat people, and was excitedly preparing to gossip about his manager.

"The men in our family are very traditional. Sweetheart, since she has already obtained my body, and I love her deeply, I hope she can be responsible for me." Looking at Meng Tian affectionately, Alan Ignoring the expression on the other side's face, he continued:

"It's just that I don't seem to know what I did wrong to make her angry. Sweetheart is not willing to take responsibility for me and marry me."

"Bah! Who is responsible for whom! What do you mean by calling my old lady the female version of Chen Shimei?"

Unable to bear it any longer, Meng Tian uttered angrily.

"Actually, if you don't like this statement, it's okay for me to be responsible to you, as long as you are willing to go back to hold the wedding with me." Holding Meng Tian's hand, Allen smiled.

The manager's lady had a lying expression on her face.

Fu Jinghui was extremely excited watching the whole process.

"Let me tell you, I won't go back with you even if I die—" Swinging Alan's hand away, Meng Tian was so angry with the big-tailed wolf that he wanted to vomit blood. Before he could finish speaking, there was a burst of metal friction The voice rang out.

The lock of the door was opened.

"A Luo, I knew you were at home—" With the sound of mandarin in a rough tone, a blond head poked in from the door. His green eyes were full of smiles, but when he saw the big eyes in the room, Fu Jinghui and Meng Tian, ​​who looked over with small eyes, immediately pulled their faces down:

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

The master chef disliked the quarrel between Meng Tian and Allen, so he took the kettle to water the flowers on the rooftop, so when Neil came in, he didn't see his senior brother, and was inexplicably surprised by the strangers in the room.

"my home"?Isn't this Li Luo's house?When did the owner of the house change and Li Luo didn't mention it?

It's not like Mr. Chef rented this room, right?Doesn't make sense?

Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, Fu Jinghui looked at the guy who walked in like a master, and inexplicably felt hostile: "What is your house? Who are you? This is obviously Li Luo's house."

"Li Luo is my senior brother." Stretching his neck, Neil shook the door key in his hand: "This house is the home of me and my senior brother. Who are you guys? Why are you here? My Home?"

As soon as these words came out, Fu Jinghui quickly realized the mood of the manager's lady just now.

Looking at Li Luo's "junior brother" who appeared out of nowhere, he finally remembered who the other party was and why he felt the name sound familiar——

In the hospital before, the doctor mentioned, "When Neil comes, I'll see if you dare to treat him like this!"

He thought that "Neil" should be just a young child according to Li Luo's "picking up the bear child", but the one in front of him is clearly a handsome and tall young man.

And he was a young man who "lived together" in the same house as Li Luo!

Seeing the other party's eyes when he mentioned Master Chef, it was the same as the one he saw in the mirror on weekdays, he was too familiar with the meaning of this eyes.

Caught off guard by this situation, and recalling the pampering in Li Luo's eyes when he mentioned this Neil, his current state is as if he ate too many ribs at night:

——Fu Jinghui felt a little tight in his chest.

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谢谢白衣亲在2015-12-2812:30:43起一连投了11个催更地雷，狐狸被吓得赶紧滚过来码字了TUT

I just found a new job recently, and I had to learn a lot during the adaptation period. When I got home, I basically fell asleep with my computer in my arms, and I didn’t have much chance to code words. As a result, when I went home to the backstage to see a row of landmines this evening, my heart suddenly rose. A strong sense of guilt QAQ

In today's chapter, it can be vaguely seen that the memory of Mr. Actor King has not been completely erased, at least not in the way Miss Manager thinks.He Gang and Wang Suhua went in, but another important boss behind him hadn't shown up yet.

The little junior brother made a grand appearance, and he was even more handsome than Mr. Actor. He had a premonition that a big jar of vinegar was about to hit the ground, and I hope the chef can take care of it.

Well, although I've been a little busy recently, I will still insist on finishing this book, not for anything else, the fox just wants to ensure my character... Good night everyone!

In the bedroom, Mr. Actor, who had been a guinea pig for some reason, was still in a dream, but was woken up by a phone call.

The mobile phone was left in the parking lot on the day of the accident, and Nanfeng brought it to him later.

Now that the dream was disturbed, Fu Jinghui frowned, lay in the quilt and struggled for a long time before he dazedly took out the phone, only to be taken aback when he saw the display on the phone screen:

The person who was dialed was not the usual work number - he had just been rescued by the police, and the media had already been on the phone to dig out tomorrow's headlines, and the usual work number had already been closed.

It's another number, even the manager and the chef don't know it.

No one answered here, and the bell continued to ring persistently.Kanon's ringtone was originally lively and pleasant, but now it made Fu Jinghui a little too noisy.

Fu Jinghui couldn't figure out what the other party wanted to do when he called at such an opportunity.After hesitating for a while, he finally connected to the phone:

"Hey?"

The person on the other end of the phone said something, and immediately, Fu Jinghui's eyes widened, and his voice couldn't help but rise: "What do you want to do? I'm telling you, don't mess around..."

As soon as he said it, Fu Jinghui realized that his loud voice was inappropriate, so he suppressed his voice and said to the phone: "Anyway, I won't agree!"

His tone was tough and there was no room for change, which was quite different from his usual ignorant and confused look. .

After vaguely hearing movement in the bedroom, the two who were talking in the kitchen in full swing remembered:

It's time to wake up Mr. Actor for dinner.

They looked at each other, and it was the chef who spoke first: "I'll call him."

After taking two steps, Meng Tian called him: "Mr. Li, why do I feel... This time I come back, the relationship between you and Fu Jinghui seems to be much better."

Her eyes drifted over and over, and the manager's words were full of temptation.

At this time, there are still many things that have not been dealt with. If he told Meng Tian now, Li Luo was afraid that the other party would object to him being with Fu Jinghui: Hui Lalang is paired, but in reality, once the interests of the company and the future of the artist are involved, even if the manager's lady and him have a good relationship on weekdays, they will not just agree to the relationship between the two just because of their personal friendship.

Putting aside my personal opinion, the company absolutely does not want its artist's homosexuality to be photographed by the paparazzi one day and become the headlines in the entertainment circle - the social acceptance of sex is not that high.

Not ready to answer directly, the master chef asked back: "Then you and Fu Jinghui disliked each other so much before, don't you get along very well now?"

Meng Tian: ...Well, she shouldn't have asked such a question on her own initiative.

Li Luo is not as easy to fool as Fu Jinghui, as soon as he asks a question, that silly boy can tell you all the twists and turns.

"Fu Jinghui." Knocking on the bedroom door, Li Luo asked, "Are you awake? Come out for dinner when you wake up."

He was talking with someone, when Fu Jinghui heard this, his hand holding the phone froze.

"...Okay, that's it. If you have nothing to do in the future, don't call me." No matter what the other end wanted to explain, Fu Jinghui hung up the phone directly, and said to the door with a raised voice:

"—I'll come!"

On the dining table, apart from the hot food that made people move their index fingers, there were also four pairs of bowls and chopsticks.

One is for Mr. Actor, one is for Mr. Chef, one is for Miss Manager, and one is for...

Looking at the golden-eyed man who stayed at his house after a long time, Fu Jinghui only felt that there was another one who was eating food, curled his lips and secretly whispered to the chef: "Where did this guy come from?" ? Are you addicted to eating and plan to stay for a long time? Or is this coming or not? Do you know him? Has he taken a fancy to your craftsmanship?"

Of course not, this ancestor followed Meng Tian all the way from Venice to Paris, not just for the sake of eating.

"I don't know Alan very well, and it's not me he's looking at." Using the serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of ribs for the person next to him, Li Luo lightly tapped the edge of the bowl: "Don't just talk, eat."

Allen?The name is so familiar... Rubbing his chin, Fu Jinghui tried to remember while biting the ribs.

Is it really a sequela of erasing memory?Why did Li Luo always feel that this guy's brain is bad and unlucky since he found out what happened at Mengtian's side?Seeing that he couldn't think of anything with his memory, the head chef simply told him the answer:

"Alan, an Italian, the boyfriend Meng Tian met abroad, a local prominent family in Venice. For this man, Meng Tian even asked for leave from Beijing to visit him in Venice, but the news of your accident was missed."

"Correct me, this guy is not my boyfriend anymore. Besides, the main purpose of my going to Venice was not for him." Meng Tian interrupted with a blank expression, swiped the spoon in his hand, and the pot in Fu Jinghui's face The pork ribs in it were reduced by half.

"—Hey, save some for me!" He quickly picked up the chopsticks and wanted to save some ribs into his own bowl. As soon as Fu Jinghui finished yelling, he saw the chef swiping the other half of the ribs in the pot. Enter Fu Jinghui's dinner plate.

Meng Tian was very dissatisfied, and complained to the master chef: "You can't spoil him like this. You have to rush to eat to be delicious, and it is not easy to be picky and anorexic. I am doing it for his own good."

Fu Jinghui can only express: I have never seen such a shameless woman who snatches food.

"He suffered a lot just now, and his body is still weak, let him go."

Another bowl of rice was served for Mr. Film King, and Li Luo told the manager not to bully Fu Jinghui, and turned to comfort a "weak" gentleman beside him who gnawed on ribs until his face glowed red:

"Don't worry, if there is not enough, I will make it again. There will be egg tarts later, enough for you to eat."

With a gentle tone and a slight smile on his face, he hoped that the Huaichun girl would immediately regard him as the lover of his dreams.

What could be more exciting for a foodie than saying "you can eat with confidence" at the dinner table?Fu Jinghui nodded again and again, with ribs in his mouth, it was hard to make a sound, but his eyes were enough to explain all mental activities:

This is love!Apart from eating an extra bowl, what else could express his mood at the moment?

Miss Manager: I suddenly miss the master chef who always managed to annoy Fu Jinghui...

It's just... Isn't Alan a beloved and inextricable person?Fu Jinghui heard about it at the beginning, but it was not quite the same as the current scene-this Mr. Allen, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like Meng Tian's sweetheart, but more like a hot-headed man with a shaved head.

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In the bedroom, Mr. Actor, who had been a guinea pig for some reason, was still in a dream, but was woken up by a phone call.

The mobile phone was left in the parking lot on the day of the accident, and Nanfeng brought it to him later.

Now that the dream was disturbed, Fu Jinghui frowned, lay in the quilt and struggled for a long time before he dazedly took out the phone, only to be taken aback when he saw the display on the phone screen:

The person who was dialed was not the usual work number - he had just been rescued by the police, and the media had already been on the phone to dig out tomorrow's headlines, and the usual work number had already been closed.

It's another number, even the manager and the chef don't know it.

No one answered here, and the bell continued to ring persistently.Kanon's ringtone was originally lively and pleasant, but now it made Fu Jinghui a little too noisy.

Fu Jinghui couldn't figure out what the other party wanted to do when he called at such an opportunity.After hesitating for a while, he finally connected to the phone:

"Hey?"

The person on the other end of the phone said something, and immediately, Fu Jinghui's eyes widened, and his voice couldn't help but rise: "What do you want to do? I'm telling you, don't mess around..."

As soon as he said it, Fu Jinghui realized that his loud voice was inappropriate, so he suppressed his voice and said to the phone: "Anyway, I won't agree!"

His tone was tough and there was no room for change, which was quite different from his usual ignorant and confused look. .

After vaguely hearing movement in the bedroom, the two who were talking in the kitchen in full swing remembered:

It's time to wake up Mr. Actor for dinner.

They looked at each other, and it was the chef who spoke first: "I'll call him."

After taking two steps, Meng Tian called him: "Mr. Li, why do I feel... This time I come back, the relationship between you and Fu Jinghui seems to be much better."

Her eyes drifted over and over, and the manager's words were full of temptation.

At this time, there are still many things that have not been dealt with. If he told Meng Tian now, Li Luo was afraid that the other party would object to him being with Fu Jinghui: Hui Lalang is paired, but in reality, once the interests of the company and the future of the artist are involved, even if the manager's lady and him have a good relationship on weekdays, they will not just agree to the relationship between the two just because of their personal friendship.

Putting aside my personal opinion, the company absolutely does not want its artist's homosexuality to be photographed by the paparazzi one day and become the headlines in the entertainment circle - the social acceptance of sex is not that high.

Not ready to answer directly, the master chef asked back: "Then you and Fu Jinghui disliked each other so much before, don't you get along very well now?"

Meng Tian: ...Well, she shouldn't have asked such a question on her own initiative.

Li Luo is not as easy to fool as Fu Jinghui, as soon as he asks a question, that silly boy can tell you all the twists and turns.

"Fu Jinghui." Knocking on the bedroom door, Li Luo asked, "Are you awake? Come out for dinner when you wake up."

He was talking with someone, when Fu Jinghui heard this, his hand holding the phone froze.

"...Okay, that's it. If you have nothing to do in the future, don't call me." No matter what the other end wanted to explain, Fu Jinghui hung up the phone directly, and said to the door with a raised voice:

"—I'll come!"

On the dining table, apart from the hot food that made people move their index fingers, there were also four pairs of bowls and chopsticks.

One is for Mr. Actor, one is for Mr. Chef, one is for Miss Manager, and one is for...

Looking at the golden-eyed man who stayed at his house after a long time, Fu Jinghui only felt that there was another one who was eating food, curled his lips and secretly whispered to the chef: "Where did this guy come from?" ? Are you addicted to eating and plan to stay for a long time? Or is this coming or not? Do you know him? Has he taken a fancy to your craftsmanship?"

Of course not, this ancestor followed Meng Tian all the way from Venice to Paris, not just for the sake of eating.

"I don't know Alan very well, and it's not me he's looking at." Using the serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of ribs for the person next to him, Li Luo lightly tapped the edge of the bowl: "Don't just talk, eat."

Allen?The name is so familiar... Rubbing his chin, Fu Jinghui tried to remember while biting the ribs.

Is it really a sequela of erasing memory?Why did Li Luo always feel that this guy's brain is bad and unlucky since he found out what happened at Mengtian's side?Seeing that he couldn't think of anything with his memory, the head chef simply told him the answer:

"Alan, an Italian, the boyfriend Meng Tian met abroad, a local prominent family in Venice. For this man, Meng Tian even asked for leave from Beijing to visit him in Venice, but the news of your accident was missed."

"Correct me, this guy is not my boyfriend anymore. Besides, the main purpose of my going to Venice was not for him." Meng Tian interrupted with a blank expression, swiped the spoon in his hand, and the pot in Fu Jinghui's face The pork ribs in it were reduced by half.

"—Hey, save some for me!" He quickly picked up the chopsticks and wanted to save some ribs into his own bowl. As soon as Fu Jinghui finished yelling, he saw the chef swiping the other half of the ribs in the pot. Enter Fu Jinghui's dinner plate.

Meng Tian was very dissatisfied, and complained to the master chef: "You can't spoil him like this. You have to rush to eat to be delicious, and it is not easy to be picky and anorexic. I am doing it for his own good."

Fu Jinghui can only express: I have never seen such a shameless woman who snatches food.

"He suffered a lot just now, and his body is still weak, let him go."

Another bowl of rice was served for Mr. Film King, and Li Luo told the manager not to bully Fu Jinghui, and turned to comfort a "weak" gentleman beside him who gnawed on ribs until his face glowed red:

"Don't worry, if there is not enough, I will make it again. There will be egg tarts later, enough for you to eat."

With a gentle tone and a slight smile on his face, he hoped that the Huaichun girl would immediately regard him as the lover of his dreams.