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

The author has something to say: Looking at the door that almost hit his nose, the chef has not recovered for a long time.

I've known Fu Jinghui for so long, even though he was a bit willful, he slammed the door in front of people without even saying a word... This was the first time that he acted so ill-bred and did not conform to the perfect image of the other party.

Looks really pissed off...

Rubbing his slightly sore nose from the shock, Li Luo raised his eyebrows, a little worried:

How should Fu Jinghui relieve his anger?

--Apologize?

So, he took out his mobile phone, and the chef dialed the very familiar number.

After 10 seconds, no one answered.

After 30 seconds, still no one answered.In the system, the female voice of "the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please call again later" switched from Chinese to English. Li Luo repeatedly dialed for more than ten minutes, and it took so long that the mechanical female voice could not miss a word. After reciting it, a mynah on the eaves finally let out a very loud cry, which finally made Li Luo realize one fact:

Fu Jinghui was really angry and refused to answer his phone calls.

Inside the door, Fu Jinghui was startled by slamming the door with a "bang thud". Before the manager could see what was going on outside the door, she saw the cloudy face of her little ancestor.

"What's the matter?" Glancing carefully, Meng Tian didn't know what happened to this little ancestor and suddenly became upset.

Since returning from Paris, along with the old man's memory, his increasingly serious firecracker temper has been restored.I often get inexplicably angry when I look at a dish, or sometimes I even change channels angrily when I see a food show on TV.

Knowing in his heart what this was for, Meng Tian didn't want to say much, he could only hope that this person who quickly forgot about his bad intentions would see Director Chen more.In this way, if the two of them are together, there is no one better than Director Chen who can figure out Fu Jinghui's temperament and make him obedient.

"Oh, it's nothing. There's a strong wind outside the door. I don't know where a broken box is blown over. It's annoying to watch."

Is it just a box?

Those who didn't believe it took advantage of Fu Jinghui's inattention, and the agent lady glanced outside the glass wall:

Sure enough, it was such a big "box", and it was still made of wood.

Meng Tian raised his eyebrows and understood.

Taking out a bucket of ice cream from the refrigerator and eating it, Fu Jinghui made up his mind to ignore the guy outside the door.

After a while, the phone rang.

Picking up the phone and looking at it, Fu Jinghui decisively threw the phone aside.

"Uh, Fu..." Meng Tian said.

"Stop mentioning people who shouldn't be mentioned to me!" Fu Jinghui glared at Meng Tian with his brows upside down.

Shocked by the stares, the manager sat back on the sofa aggrieved, watching Fu Jinghui eat a third of the bucket of ice cream.

Twenty minutes later, Meng Tian took a deep breath, and said with a tragic expression: "Fu Jinghui, even if you threaten me to throw Alan on my bed, I will tell you—"

Ignoring Fu Jinghui's murderous eyes of "If you dare to speak for outsiders, you will break up with them", she closed her eyes and shouted desperately: "You and Director Chen are going to be late for the promotional event today!"

Huo Ran was startled, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall. Mr. Film King threw away the ice cream bucket in his hand, grabbed the coat on the sofa chair and stomped his feet: "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

You didn't let me speak...

Meng Tian's eyes answered in this way.

Holding the coat in his hand, he rushed out. As soon as Fu Jinghui opened the door, he saw someone who was waiting to greet him with a happy face: "Fu Jinghui——"

"Crack!" The door was closed again.

Couldn't escape this time, Master Chef who was slapped heavily on the face by the gate: ...

Damn it forgot that there is a door god at the door!

He slammed the door angrily, and Mr. Yingdi was dizzy with anger. He closed the door again and retreated into the room.

"Why don't you leave? Time is running out!"

Originally planning to go out together, Meng Tian, ​​who was walking behind Fu Jinghui, was bumped into by the other party's sudden return.

I'm about to run into that annoying Li Luo when I go out, and if I don't go out, I won't be able to make it in time. Mr. Film King is so restless that he almost wants to scratch a hole in the wall in front of him: If he opens the door to go out now, he will see that guy again. Asshole!

"Can't you also go through the back door? Go out through the back door, it's too late to hurry!"

Seeing Director Chen's call on the mobile phone, Meng Tian hurriedly pulled Fu Jinghui out through another door:

"The reporters are all waiting at the scene. It's not easy for Director Chen to deal with the media reporters alone. Do you want tomorrow's front page headline to become a news like '"Warring States" male protagonist and director are at odds, the press conference is late"?"

Of course not.

With a dark face, Fu Jinghui didn't stop on his feet, and was soon pulled into the car by the manager's lady, and drove all the way to the destination.

As for the entrance of the villa, the head chef is still obediently guarding the entrance, hoping to appease that man.

"Don't wait, people have been gone for a long time."

Watching the play on the sidelines with relish, guessing that Fu Jinghui had gone far away, he hummed in a strange voice and spoke to the chef.

"gone?!"

Looking at Little Tomato leaning against the door frame in disbelief, the corners of Li Luo's eyes flickered: "How long have you been gone?"

"It's not too long, about an hour."

I don't care much.

"Well, for the sake of me watching you grow up, can't you stop being so 'girly extrovert'?" Li Luo glanced weakly into the distance, knowing that he would not be able to wait for Fu Jinghui today, Li Luo Shrugged.

"You made people run away in anger, but now you just stand at the door for a while, and you feel wronged? Then how do you count the wronged Fu Jinghui suffered back then?"

I have always had a good impression of Fu Jinghui, so I am very dissatisfied with the performance of my chef before:

"Whenever Fu Jinghui forgives you, I'll give you a good face, otherwise you just wait for Fu Jinghui to calm down! He doesn't say forgive you, Ah San and I will accompany him here in secret."

Even his own people turned against him and refused to stand by his side.

Li Luo's shoulders were straddled, and he suddenly felt that he really did it on his own.

As a parent to do this, even his own children refused to help him, he really failed too much.

In the restaurant, the one Li Luo had been thinking about, now his shoulders shrugged and he was sobbing.

A paper towel was handed over, and Chen Yelin comforted in a low voice: "Stop doing this, wipe your tears, we must not let the reporter find out that the photo was taken, tomorrow's front page headline will be "Close friends broke up, Fu Jinghui burst into tears" On the spot' such a shocking headline..."

Both eyes were red, Fu Jinghui's voice was hoarse, he picked up the lemonade on the table and drank it in one gulp: "It's all your fault!"

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault." Director Chen admitted his mistake very well.

If he hadn't passed a pack of mustard, he wouldn't have made the "national male god" cry like a rabbit.

The restaurant they came out to eat today has a special dish:

Crispy Shrimp.

The palm-length prawns have their heads removed, seasoned with salt, ginger, Shaoxing wine and black pepper, dragged into the egg liquid starch and rolled twice, dipped in bread crumbs, sinking and floating in the oil pan, and it will be done in a short while The alluring golden aroma was sent into Fu Jinghui's nose along the wind in the restaurant.

After the oily sound of "呲呲", the golden and crispy shell wraps the ripe red prawns, but it can't hide the delicious taste of the prawns, and it goes straight to people's noses. With a little salad dressing, bite off , can hear the sound of "rusting" in the mouth, the prawns were knocked back and the shrimp threads were removed, just like the treatment method that Li Luo taught him back then, never let a little problem affect the taste of the prawns, tender Just right.

"you are not happy?"

Seeing the expression on Fu Jinghui's face, Chen Yelin immediately noticed it keenly.

It's just that this dish of crispy shrimp accidentally brought back some memories...

Frowning, Fu Jinghui took a bite off the shrimp: "It's nothing, I'm fine."

So Chen Yelin wisely didn't ask any more questions.

The phone rang again, and the caller ID showed that it was the same person.

Feeling more and more annoyed, Fu Jinghui suddenly thought of a brilliant idea, which would definitely make that person go as far as he could.

"Chen Yelin." Following the idea that suddenly popped up in his mind, Fu Jinghui called the other party's name.

Looking up suspiciously, Director Chen asked involuntarily.

"Why don't you pretend to be my boyfriend?" Fu Jinghui's eyes sparkled.

"Cough cough cough..."

The answer to the wise and mighty Mr. Film King was Director Chen coughing as he choked on the tea.

Fu Jinghui hurriedly patted the other party's back vigorously to help Chen Dao calm down, but it seemed that the more he helped, the other party coughed worse.

After a while, the other party stopped coughing, and looked at Fu Jinghui with weird eyes.

Raising his hands, Mr. Actor Blinked innocently: "Just help me put on a show, drive away an annoying person, I never mean to take advantage of you."

"He's back." Chen Yelin's tone was affirmative.

Mr. Film King heard the words, he didn't care about the embarrassment, his face was full of disbelief:

"how do you know?"

Sighing, Chen Yelin took another sip of scented tea: "I wasn't sure at first, but seeing your reaction now, I can basically be sure."

Fu Jinghui: ...

Unexpectedly, there would be a day when he would be tricked by someone.

"Since you know," Fu Jinghui swallowed, feeling his mouth was a little dry, and licked his lips: "Then you should help me."

"I never lie." A calm answer sounded.

No matter what time, this guy talked about the rules instead.

"Chen Yelin, do you want to see me hurt again?" Fu Jinghui looked directly at the other party without blinking his eyes.

Finally defeated, Chen Yelin remembered the other party's tears that night, and finally let go:

"it is good."

Standing at the gate of Fu Jinghui's house, Li Luo was still trying to get Momo to help him, but for no reason, he sneezed suddenly:

"Ah-"

what happened?Could it be that Fu Jinghui finally missed him?

Li Luo thought with hope.

——————————— The author has something to say about the fox chatting———————

Fox has moved, thank you for your concern, the traffic in the new house is much more convenient than the previous one, the sun is very bright, longan likes the new house very much, and the appetite is surprisingly good recently o(≧v≦)o~~

Attached is a picture of the crispy shrimp:

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Thank you GUOKE girl and girl in white for the landmines. The comment section said that the chef should kneel down to the durian girl. Mr. Durian said that his appearance fee is very high~~

Director Chen expressed anxiety and excitement about the cameo as a temporary boyfriend~~

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Looking at the door that almost hit his nose, the head chef didn't recover for a long time.

I've known Fu Jinghui for so long, even though he was a bit willful, he slammed the door in front of people without even saying a word... This was the first time that he acted so ill-bred and did not conform to the perfect image of the other party.

Looks really pissed off...

Rubbing his slightly sore nose from the shock, Li Luo raised his eyebrows, a little worried:

How should Fu Jinghui relieve his anger?

--Apologize?

So, he took out his mobile phone, and the chef dialed the very familiar number.

After 10 seconds, no one answered.

After 30 seconds, still no one answered.In the system, the female voice of "the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please call again later" switched from Chinese to English. Li Luo repeatedly dialed for more than ten minutes, and it took so long that the mechanical female voice could not miss a word. After reciting it, a mynah on the eaves finally let out a very loud cry, which finally made Li Luo realize one fact:

Fu Jinghui was really angry and refused to answer his phone calls.

Inside the door, Fu Jinghui was startled by slamming the door with a "bang thud". Before the manager could see what was going on outside the door, she saw the cloudy face of her little ancestor.

"What's the matter?" Glancing carefully, Meng Tian didn't know what happened to this little ancestor and suddenly became upset.

Since returning from Paris, along with the old man's memory, his increasingly serious firecracker temper has been restored.I often get inexplicably angry when I look at a dish, or sometimes I even change channels angrily when I see a food show on TV.

Knowing in his heart what this was for, Meng Tian didn't want to say much, he could only hope that this person who quickly forgot about his bad intentions would see Director Chen more.In this way, if the two of them are together, there is no one better than Director Chen who can figure out Fu Jinghui's temperament and make him obedient.

"Oh, it's nothing. There's a strong wind outside the door. I don't know where a broken box is blown over. It's annoying to watch."

Is it just a box?

Those who didn't believe it took advantage of Fu Jinghui's inattention, and the agent lady glanced outside the glass wall:

Sure enough, it was such a big "box", and it was still made of wood.

Meng Tian raised his eyebrows and understood.

Taking out a bucket of ice cream from the refrigerator and eating it, Fu Jinghui made up his mind to ignore the guy outside the door.

After a while, the phone rang.

Picking up the phone and looking at it, Fu Jinghui decisively threw the phone aside.

"Uh, Fu..." Meng Tian said.

"Stop mentioning people who shouldn't be mentioned to me!" Fu Jinghui glared at Meng Tian with his brows upside down.

Shocked by the stares, the manager sat back on the sofa aggrieved, watching Fu Jinghui eat a third of the bucket of ice cream.

Twenty minutes later, Meng Tian took a deep breath, and said with a tragic expression: "Fu Jinghui, even if you threaten me to throw Alan on my bed, I will tell you—"

Ignoring Fu Jinghui's murderous eyes of "If you dare to speak for outsiders, you will break up with them", she closed her eyes and shouted desperately: "You and Director Chen are going to be late for the promotional event today!"

Huo Ran was startled, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall. Mr. Film King threw away the ice cream bucket in his hand, grabbed the coat on the sofa chair and stomped his feet: "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

You didn't let me speak...

Meng Tian's eyes answered in this way.

Holding the coat in his hand, he rushed out. As soon as Fu Jinghui opened the door, he saw someone who was waiting to greet him with a happy face: "Fu Jinghui——"

"Crack!" The door was closed again.

Couldn't escape this time, Master Chef who was slapped heavily on the face by the gate: ...

Damn it forgot that there is a door god at the door!

He slammed the door angrily, and Mr. Yingdi was dizzy with anger. He closed the door again and retreated into the room.

"Why don't you leave? Time is running out!"

Originally planning to go out together, Meng Tian, ​​who was walking behind Fu Jinghui, was bumped into by the other party's sudden return.

I'm about to run into that annoying Li Luo when I go out, and if I don't go out, I won't be able to make it in time. Mr. Film King is so restless that he almost wants to scratch a hole in the wall in front of him: If he opens the door to go out now, he will see that guy again. Asshole!

"Can't you also go through the back door? Go out through the back door, it's too late to hurry!"

Seeing Director Chen's call on the mobile phone, Meng Tian hurriedly pulled Fu Jinghui out through another door:

"The reporters are all waiting at the scene. It's not easy for Director Chen to deal with the media reporters alone. Do you want tomorrow's front page headline to become a news like '"Warring States" male protagonist and director are at odds, the press conference is late"?"

Of course not.

With a dark face, Fu Jinghui didn't stop on his feet, and was soon pulled into the car by the manager's lady, and drove all the way to the destination.

As for the entrance of the villa, the head chef is still obediently guarding the entrance, hoping to appease that man.

"Don't wait, people have been gone for a long time."

Watching the play on the sidelines with relish, guessing that Fu Jinghui had gone far away, he hummed in a strange voice and spoke to the chef.

"gone?!"

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Looking at the door that almost hit his nose, the head chef didn't recover for a long time.

I've known Fu Jinghui for so long, even though he was a bit willful, he slammed the door in front of people without even saying a word... This was the first time that he acted so ill-bred and did not conform to the perfect image of the other party.

Looks really pissed off...

Rubbing his slightly sore nose from the shock, Li Luo raised his eyebrows, a little worried:

How should Fu Jinghui relieve his anger?

--Apologize?

So, he took out his mobile phone, and the chef dialed the very familiar number.

After 10 seconds, no one answered.

After 30 seconds, still no one answered.In the system, the female voice of "the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please call again later" switched from Chinese to English. Li Luo repeatedly dialed for more than ten minutes, and it took so long that the mechanical female voice could not miss a word. After reciting it, a mynah on the eaves finally let out a very loud cry, which finally made Li Luo realize one fact:

Fu Jinghui was really angry and refused to answer his phone calls.

Inside the door, Fu Jinghui was startled by slamming the door with a "bang thud". Before the manager could see what was going on outside the door, she saw the cloudy face of her little ancestor.

"What's the matter?" Glancing carefully, Meng Tian didn't know what happened to this little ancestor and suddenly became upset.

Since returning from Paris, along with the old man's memory, his increasingly serious firecracker temper has been restored.I often get inexplicably angry when I look at a dish, or sometimes I even change channels angrily when I see a food show on TV.

Knowing in his heart what this was for, Meng Tian didn't want to say much, he could only hope that this person who quickly forgot about his bad intentions would see Director Chen more.In this way, if the two of them are together, there is no one better than Director Chen who can figure out Fu Jinghui's temperament and make him obedient.

"Oh, it's nothing. There's a strong wind outside the door. I don't know where a broken box is blown over. It's annoying to watch."

Is it just a box?

Those who didn't believe it took advantage of Fu Jinghui's inattention, and the agent lady glanced outside the glass wall:

Sure enough, it was such a big "box", and it was still made of wood.

Meng Tian raised his eyebrows and understood.

Taking out a bucket of ice cream from the refrigerator and eating it, Fu Jinghui made up his mind to ignore the guy outside the door.

After a while, the phone rang.

Picking up the phone and looking at it, Fu Jinghui decisively threw the phone aside.

"Uh, Fu..." Meng Tian said.

"Stop mentioning people who shouldn't be mentioned to me!" Fu Jinghui glared at Meng Tian with his brows upside down.

Shocked by the stares, the manager sat back on the sofa aggrieved, watching Fu Jinghui eat a third of the bucket of ice cream.

Twenty minutes later, Meng Tian took a deep breath, and said with a tragic expression: "Fu Jinghui, even if you threaten me to throw Alan on my bed, I will tell you—"

Ignoring Fu Jinghui's murderous eyes of "If you dare to speak for outsiders, you will break up with them", she closed her eyes and shouted desperately: "You and Director Chen are going to be late for the promotional event today!"

Huo Ran was startled, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall. Mr. Film King threw away the ice cream bucket in his hand, grabbed the coat on the sofa chair and stomped his feet: "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

You didn't let me speak...

Meng Tian's eyes answered in this way.

Holding the coat in his hand, he rushed out. As soon as Fu Jinghui opened the door, he saw someone who was waiting to greet him with a happy face: "Fu Jinghui——"

"Crack!" The door was closed again.

Couldn't escape this time, Master Chef who was slapped heavily on the face by the gate: ...

Damn it forgot that there is a door god at the door!

He slammed the door angrily, and Mr. Yingdi was dizzy with anger. He closed the door again and retreated into the room.

"Why don't you leave? Time is running out!"

Originally planning to go out together, Meng Tian, ​​who was walking behind Fu Jinghui, was bumped into by the other party's sudden return.

I'm about to run into that annoying Li Luo when I go out, and if I don't go out, I won't be able to make it in time. Mr. Film King is so restless that he almost wants to scratch a hole in the wall in front of him: If he opens the door to go out now, he will see that guy again. Asshole!

"Can't you also go through the back door? Go out through the back door, it's too late to hurry!"

Seeing Director Chen's call on the mobile phone, Meng Tian hurriedly pulled Fu Jinghui out through another door:

"The reporters are all waiting at the scene. It's not easy for Director Chen to deal with the media reporters alone. Do you want tomorrow's front page headline to become a news like '"Warring States" male protagonist and director are at odds, the press conference is late"?"

Of course not.

With a dark face, Fu Jinghui didn't stop on his feet, and was soon pulled into the car by the manager's lady, and drove all the way to the destination.

As for the entrance of the villa, the head chef is still obediently guarding the entrance, hoping to appease that man.