superstar chef

The little guy cried hoarsely, "You promised to last forever, one year, one month, until the last minute, cool!"

Wen Renliang hugged him, kissed his soft hair, and there was a trace of pain in his voice that was hard to detect, "Baby, Liang might break his promise, sorry!"

"Liang... the little guy will be obedient!" Little Cheese held Wen Renliang's shirt soaked by his tears with both hands, and tried his best to look up at the person he loved with tears in his eyes, "Be good, little guy, Cool can't let me go."

Wen Renliang hugged him and sat back on the sofa behind the desk, wiped the little guy's face with the hot towel offered by Pulis outside the door, and fed him a few sips of water, the little guy just woke up. calmed down a little.

Pulis said gently from the side: "We have prepared dumpling fillings of various flavors. We will make whatever flavor Mr. Xiao wants."

Little Cheese nodded, sat on Wen Renliang's lap and rubbed against his heart, and yelled contentedly: "Liang..."

Wen Renliang raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you called a big bastard?"

Little Cheese pursed her mouth and shook her head: "Stop barking, who told Liang to talk to the little guy so coldly! It's too unfamiliar, the little guy is not used to it!"

When a call came in, Wen Renliang rubbed his complaint, hugged the little guy's slender waist with one hand, and picked up the phone with one hand, the little guy heard that he was discussing business with someone in Italian, so he didn't make a sound , I just touched my deflated stomach and felt that my stomach was empty, but I was reluctant to get off Wen Renliang's warm body, and refused to go downstairs to find something to eat.

Wen Renliang looked down at him quietly, "Wait a minute..." He said this to the phone receiver, covered the receiver and asked the little guy, "Are you hungry?"

"A little bit." The little guy smiled flatteringly at him, his pretty face was a little ugly even with swollen eyes.

"Go downstairs to find the baby to eat! I sat down with your favorite seafood porridge at noon, and asked Puliss to warm it up for you!"

"Oh." The little guy said softly, holding Wen Renliang's neck and unwilling to go downstairs.

He still didn't move, looking at Wen Renliang, who was calmly talking on the phone while holding the phone, Wen Renliang turned his head to the side, his eyes suddenly sharpened, "Baby!"

Little Cheese snorted reluctantly, slowly climbed off Wenren's cold legs, and then slowly walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs to find something to eat.

The little guy hopped downstairs, Pulis showed him a gentle smile in the restaurant, "What do you need to eat, Mister?"

"Seafood porridge!" The little guy said happily: "In the evening, I would like to have some Chinese dinner. There must be beef, fish, and rose soup that Liang likes."

Price smiled and said, "Yes, Mr. Little, everything is as you wish."

He entered the kitchen and brought out steaming seafood porridge and a few side dishes. After the little guy ate a bowl of porridge quickly, he took the pastry and went upstairs.

In the study room, Wen Renliang was still talking on the phone, he stood in front of the desk and looked around, crawled around the desk and climbed onto Wen Renliang's lap, sat quietly and ate the pastry in his hand.

As soon as Wen Renliang hung up the phone, the little guy leaned forward with his hands, took the water glass he had just brought in, and brought it to Wen Renliang's mouth.

Wen Renliang drank a few sips, and then he shook his head slightly to signal the little guy to put it down.

The little guy took a few sips when he took it to his mouth, put down the cup and nestled it in his arms, wiped the hand that just took the pastry with a tissue, and said in a chatty way: "Today's pastry is not good, it's too sweet..."

Wen Renliang flipped through the documents and said casually, "If you don't like it, eat something else."

The little guy frowned, "It's okay."

Wen Renliang casually leaned over the desk and put away the documents on the desk.

The little thing in his arms was also brought close to the desk, and he and Wen Renliang's mobile phone of the same model were seen at a glance. As soon as his little hand reached for it, he calmly looked through the call records and short messages in the mobile phone.

Wen Renliang glanced at him, and continued to collect the documents in his hands, but smiled slightly and said with a slight warning: "Baby, I know about the investigation."

The little guy flattened his mouth and ignored it.

After putting away his things, Wen Renliang gently touched his eyes, "Take an ice pack?"

"No, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep, and I won't go out." After speaking, he stared at Wen Renliang with his swollen eyes, "Just don't make the little guy cry..."

"Later, Liang will go out to socialize. After dinner, the little guy will go to bed on his own."

"Where are you going?" The little guy forced his swollen eyes into big ones.

Wen Renliang pinched his face and said with a smile, "Go talk about business, about the business of the Werther family in the United States."

The little guy was wronged and said: "Can't you take the little guy with you?"

"Baby..." Wen Renliang narrowed his eyes, "I might not be able to take care of my baby on that occasion."

The little guy beeped and asked again: "Can you drink?"

"Yeah." Wenren said with a sneer, "Businessmen are like that."

The little guy asked again nervously: "Will there be a woman? Like Liu Feifei?"

He knew there were plenty of ladies on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, and most of them were nice looking, but a lot of them were hot and open with handsome guys!

"Maybe." Wen Renliang touched his little head, "Little thing is afraid that Liang will like women?"

The little thing was crying, "Because the book said: Mu Shaoai who knows lust!"

Wen Renliang kissed his swollen eyes, "Liang has a baby, and the baby is the best."

Only then did the little guy nod, "But the little guy with swollen eyes isn't pretty..." He whispered again: "The little guy isn't pretty anymore, so he won't hurt the little guy anymore! Well, he's always cold! "

Wen Renliang couldn't help but laugh, "Liang has been under a lot of pressure recently, baby please take care of me."

"Oh, the little guy is very good, he only listens to Liang's words." Little Cheese said seriously.

Wen Renliang moved the chair, carried him to the glass window, and raised his head outside, "Look, how beautiful it is!"

The lights outside are bright and blurry.

The little guy sniffled, "Lian, remember to come back early."

"it is good."

"be careful."

"it is good."

"Then... the little guy obediently took a bath and went to bed."

"Baby." Wen Renliang called him while pinching his little face.

"Cool." The little guy held Wen Renliang's handsome face and sucked heavily on his face.

Superstar's Little Chef Volume 101: Little Cheese [-] Total assets of superstars

On December 27th of the Chinese lunar calendar, at nine o'clock in the morning in the United States, Wen Renliang stood behind Little Cheese in front of the wardrobe and put on the clothes for him from behind.

The little guy put on his clothes in a low mood, gritted his teeth resentfully, stretched out his hands and asked Wen Renliang to adjust the collar and buttons of his clothes and said: "Little Donggua and Lancer laughed at the little guy! The little guy wants revenge !"

Wen Renliang raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to continue.

"They bully the little guy who doesn't know how to play mahjong, oh... the little guy lost money!"

"How many?"

Little Cheese knew very little about money, but he waved a finger in front of Wen Renliang's eyes and said, "A check with seven zeros written on it!"

"100 million?" Wen Renliang frowned and sighed: "You guys are really big at playing, this is a gambling baby!"

Little Cheese pursed her mouth in a ignorant manner, and asked in a soft voice, "Is there a lot of money? Can we afford to lose?"

Wen Renliang smiled and shook his head, helped him straighten the buttons, and said with certainty: "We can afford to lose another ten million dollars."

Little Cheese blinked uncertainly and asked, "Are we rich?"

"Currently, yes." Wenren coughed and said clearly: "From the day my grandfather transferred all the assets of the Werther family to my name, Lano Werther should be considered a billionaire."

"How much is a billion?" The little guy broke his fingers and began to count one by one. After he checked all ten fingers, he realized that his fingers were not enough. "The little guy can't count!"

Wen Renliang kissed his pink cheek, and the little guy stretched out his hand for Wen Renliang to hug, "Anyway, we are rich, so we are not afraid of losing, right?"

"Yes, baby." Wen Renliang carried him downstairs, and after breakfast, the two of them got into the car and went to the exhibition house, ready to go to the bookstore.

Pulis parked the car in front of the exhibition house, Wen Renliang got out of the car, and from the bodyguards brought in the car behind, he picked a person with better card skills, especially someone who played mahjong better than ordinary people, and informed The front door bouncer escorted him in.

After Pulis sent them to the exhibition house, he drove away in the car. The little guy got out of the car, walked into the small living room next to the hall, and waved Lancer to set the table to start a war.

Lancer hugged his son and grinned at him: "Little guy, you are here today!"

Little Cheese looked at him angrily, greeted Little Leo, and went to Zhan Yu.

Four people, two parties, began to fight on the mahjong table.

Wen Renliang won more than 300 million for the time being after two hours of wind from east to west, but the bodyguard he brought had been pressed by Zhan Yu and lost more than 200 yuan. Ten thousand.

"Little guy," Zhan Yu tossed his blond hair, concentrated the word "little" in his tone, and blinked his raised phoenix eyes, "The bodyguard you brought here is not good at cards..."

After the black-faced bodyguard played three ropes, he wiped the sweat from his face and said, "I'm not familiar with Cantonese mahjong. If you play blackjack, roulette, or baccarat, it's fine."

"Fifty thousand," said Zhan Yu with a big card, smiling elegantly and charmingly, with sincerity on his pretty face: "Oh, so the real God of Gamblers is here."

Wen Renliang shot [-], and glanced at Xia Jialan lightly.