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Wen Yaofeng asked for leave and went back.

Before he set off, Su Qi leaned against the car window and handed over a gift box of perfume, and said comfortingly, "My child, be nice to your parents, stay at home tonight, and it won't be too late to come back tomorrow."

Wen Yaofeng said lightly: "It's as if I'm deviant."

The agent did not retort: ​​"Say hello to them for me."

Wen Yaofeng's family background is the fate of the protagonist in any story.

My father is the boss of COZO Group, a first-class car brand, and the business is very tight in Europe.

The mother was born in a scholarly family, and now works as a university professor at a TOP2 university. She has a gentle personality and never speaks harshly.

But he seldom went home after he became an adult.

Wen Yao's windmill was almost driving to the place, and I belatedly remembered that I didn't buy them flowers.

He patted the steering wheel a little irritably, turned around and stopped at a roadside flower shop.

Two or three clerks were bending over to pack the welcome flower baskets on both sides of the door, talking and laughing about popular variety shows.

"What a handsome supercar, bright red Ferrari." A person facing the road suddenly reacted, and quickly patted his colleague: "Stop chatting, there are guests coming."

Wen Yaofeng wore a pair of streamer sunglasses when he got off the car, and picked a card at random: "Here is a bouquet of flowers for the wedding anniversary, and send it to the elders at home."

One hurriedly responded, but the other suddenly saw his iconic triangular earrings and stayed where he was.

"Xiao Zhang! Come and help!"

"You—are you Mr. Wen?!" The girl was nervous and excited: "I just watched "The Moment of Death" yesterday. You are so good that you can get out of such a difficult maze!"

Wen Yaofeng smiled, "Maybe not."

When he spoke again, his deep and magnetic voice was like a business card.

The girl's face turned red, and she ran quickly to help pick flowers.

In the end, the shopkeeper was reluctant to take the money, and took a photo with him as a souvenir.

"Brother Yao, come on!! I really want to watch the new episode!!"

"Brother Yao, I will definitely buy the album when you guys release it!"

Wen Yaofeng waved his hand, and returned to the car with a luxurious bouquet like a Christmas tree.

The sports car drove towards the finish line again, and his heart sank little by little.

I would rather work overtime than go back.

Wen's family lives in a mountain villa area on the outskirts of the city, with Tianhe Mountain on its back and Woyu River on its side, the feng shui is quite good.

Wen's parents stood guard at the door, with a close and loving posture.

He got out of the car with the Christmas tree in his arms, and threw the car keys to the servant.

"came back."

"Yaoyao still remembers that I like yellow roses," Liang Yinghua said softly, "Mom made you Gastrodia black chicken soup. You have been too tired from work recently, so you should make up for it."

"Bought such a big bouquet, yo, did you bring a gift box?" Wen Suo walked in with his arms around his shoulders, and said briskly, "Come on—Mother Chen, put the flowers in the living room and arrange them, my son gave them to me!"

Wen Yaofeng wanted to avoid his touch, but hesitated when he saw his father's white hair on the sideburns.

The dinner was naturally warm and happy, and the family of three enjoyed themselves together.

There are not many people eating, but the appetizers, main courses and desserts are all available, and the bowls that serve the rice are full of exquisiteness.

The servant silently helped change the dishes, and Wen Suo took the lead in toasting, feeling a lot of emotion.

Wen Yaofeng said very little, and basically listened to their chats.

He didn't know what to eat, and he just felt that he was acting in a boring TV series.

Waste of time, waste of emotion.

Liang Yinghua had just finished his visiting study in the UK some time ago, and took on a new project at hand, so he rushed back today after overcoming all difficulties.

"The company said that you have no other plans tonight, or you can sleep at home?"

"No need," Wen Yaofeng symbolically drank half a bowl of soup: "I have a meeting with my teammates later, so I'll leave after eating."

Liang Yinghua showed a disappointed expression: "Mom hasn't seen you for a long time...won't you stay and chat for a while?"

"The child is growing up." Wen Suo added a bowl of soup to her, and said gently, "In a few years, when he gets married and starts a family, you will be even more reluctant."

Wen Yaofeng originally glanced at the dishes on the table, but when he heard the two of them talking, he buried his head in the rice and put down the chopsticks after a few bites.

"The task is heavy, I have to go back first, and you should rest early."

Liang Yinghua reluctantly said: "Have another bite of swan crisps before leaving. I made this with your father."

How is it possible, one taste is Chen Ma's handicraft.

Wen Yaofeng smiled, but didn't expose them, and left quickly after two or three words of coaxing.

As he drove back again, he felt sick in his stomach.

I feel sick.

When will I be able to get rid of these crap.

……marry?

Who else will he marry in his life?

The two really dare to think about anything, and their lives are not ordinary dreams.

The phone rang again.

Wen Yaofeng picked it up with the car's Bluetooth, and his tone was not polite: "What's the matter?"

Bai Chun was stunned for a moment, then hesitated and said, "Sister Su has distributed the script, do you want to watch it with me tomorrow?"

It's Bai Chun.

Wen Yaofeng reacted and hid his feelings towards his parents: "You can watch it tonight instead of tomorrow."

It will be recorded tomorrow afternoon, and there is not enough time.

"Didn't you go home?"

"It's nothing." He suddenly felt hungry, and said frankly, "Can you cook instant noodles? I'm not full."

"Coincidentally," Bai Chun laughed, "I'm cooking sukiyaki pot, do you want to come back and eat it?"

"...Make me a hot sauce, it will be here in 15 minutes."

Wen Yaofeng stepped on the accelerator unconsciously, and arrived near the company in 8 minutes.

When passing by the commercial street, I also bought a box of Liuxin cheese tart, half of strawberries and half of coffee.

As soon as the door of the dormitory was opened, the refreshing aroma of radish and seaweed soup rushed to the face, with real fireworks in the world.

Bai Chun untied his apron with one hand, and greeted him, "Wash your hands first, come and help me chop a green onion."

Wen Yaofeng responded quickly, as if trying to escape something.

He didn't eat anything in the villa, and when he returned after completing the task, he felt much more relaxed.

The fact that Bai Chun can cook is one of the luckiest things before ECHO.

During the two years when ECHO became popular, the four of them were busy writing songs and choreographing each time the album was being released, and the assistants basically went to the restaurant to pack lunch and dinner.

If you eat too much, you will feel uncomfortable in your stomach, and no matter how expensive it is, it seems to be perfunctory in both directions.

The lead singer followed suit for two months, and almost choked on mustard because of the restaurant's negligence, so he rolled up his sleeves and decided to cook for himself.

The assistants were shocked, and they obediently chose vegetables to wash the dishes, and they could also eat barbecue and fish soup together.

There is really someone to help, and it doesn't take much effort to cook. Before writing a song, you can cook a soup in advance and simmer slowly.

Bai Chun is very good at cooking. He seems to be able to cook everything from childhood to adulthood. He also makes soft and fluffy soufflé for them late at night.

It was so delicious that Kurihara burst into tears and rushed over to kiss him madly, saying that Brother Chun, you are my real brother from today, and I have loved you for 1 years.

Then that incident broke out suddenly, and the atmosphere in the team was suddenly suppressed, and it felt awkward to have dinner together again.

Wen Yaofeng asked for an explanation several times at that time, and once again directly threw chopsticks on the dinner table and left. Afterwards, Bai Chun never cooked again.

The four of them could only eat bento in their bedrooms when it was time to eat. The kitchen and dining room had been vacant for a long time.

Kurihara would occasionally go over to Bai Chun to act like a baby, and Rong Zishe often knocked on the door to chat, but the atmosphere of cooking and chatting with the whole family never happened again.

Wen Yaofeng didn't realize it until he cut the green onions halfway. Their relationship finally reached a certain point of breaking the ice. He took out his mobile phone and took two or three pictures, showing the current situation of the kitchen and restaurant to other team members.

Kurihara jumped out in a second.

Chestnut Yuanyuan:! ! ! ! !

Li Ziyuanyuan: Brother Yao, you are showing off! !You are definitely showing off! ! !I really want to eat the food cooked by Brother Chun, wow, wow, I don’t want to work anymore, let me go home——

She: ...so hungry.

When Bai Chun came back with a basket of oranges and was about to squeeze the juice, Wen Yaofeng held up the phone and showed him the chat interface: "Hey."

"Are you a naive ghost?" Bai Chun scolded with a smile: "You also take pictures when the kitchen is in such a mess?"

Kurihara has already sent a long series of voice messages.

"Brother Chun, what a peerless ALPHA!! Brother Chun, don't you love me anymore!! You are the first to cook for him!!!"

Rong Zishe followed the voice to order food, calm and unhurried but speaking a little faster.

"I'll be back next Sunday. Ah Chun, do you want to cook tomato fish? I'll cut the lemon for you."

"There are also yogurt cakes, blueberry Daifuku, pigeon soup..."

"Don't treat me like a cook!" Wen Yaofeng interrupted: "If you want dessert, order takeaway yourself!"

He threw the phone aside and unwrapped the steaming box with his backhand.

"I brought you a cheese tart, shall I eat one first?"

Bai Chun was stunned for a few seconds, but didn't immediately reach out.

Wen Yaofeng pulled out the chair and sat beside him, using the provocative method very skillfully: "It's been so long since the shit happened, and I still feel guilty."

Bai Chun frowned and looked at him, then took a piece with his head down, and took a bite slowly.

I couldn't help but smile without tasting much.

When they first debuted, the four of them were strictly controlled by the company to control the intake of sugar and salt in order to promote their appearance and figure.

Noodles and rice vermicelli are all carbohydrates, which are forbidden to eat. Fried food and dessert iced drinks are red lines. Whoever touches them will be punished.

Wen Yaofeng was a bit rebellious at that time. He knew that Bai Chun liked to eat sweets, so he emptied half a British dictionary with his assistant, and quietly packed the dessert box in the book and shipped it back.

On the surface, Bai Chun said that he shouldn't eat sweets, but in fact he would pick up whatever was given, which was so awkward and cute.

At that time, Wen Yaofeng still sighed to himself, I am a perfect man who thinks about my brothers, how can I be so smart.

——As expected of me!

They haven't been in such a relaxed state for a long time.

"Is it delicious?" Wen Yaofeng also touched a piece, took a bite and commented: "Well, it doesn't meet Meng A's taste."

Bai Chun glanced at him, then turned around and went to the kitchen to serve the dishes: "Eat first."

Wen Yaofeng stood up and waited for the meal to be served, and within a few seconds of looking at Bai Chun's back, suddenly something in his blood vessels scattered, and then he felt a familiar feeling of suffocation in his chest.

His eyes changed slightly, and he sat up straight for a moment.

No wonder I have been irritable these two days, always wanting to get angry and fight.

The susceptibility period is coming.