After the waste wood is dropped, A explodes the world

After leaving the company, he walked in the snow with his hands in his pockets.

This time, he didn't speed up his pace, but looked back at the building behind him, which was about to take him into the entertainment circle.

The competition lasted for more than three months. When I looked back, I realized that the four seasons change quickly, from autumn to winter, but in the blink of an eye.

In the past, his favorite season should be regarded as winter.

Whenever it snowed, Shen Qingxuan would always sew a cloak for him and make him a bowl of warm wontons.

The slippery wontons sank to the bottom of the bowl. Sprinkle a pinch of coriander and dried shrimp on the thick soup, and you're done with a bowl of delicious wontons.

At this time, he couldn't wait to use a small spoon to quickly suck the wontons into his mouth, smacking his lips, savoring the strong meaty aroma between his lips and teeth.

"Master, eating wontons in winter is the warmest." He raised his head, his eyes narrowed into a line.

"Then eat more." Shen Qingxuan lowered his eyes and patted his head.

"Every snowy day from now on, Master will make wontons for me, okay?"

"Ah."

Missing to the depths and having nowhere to vent, Chu Xun took out his phone from his pocket, without even thinking about it, and posted a Weibo: It’s snowing, Shen Qingxuan, where are you?

After posting Weibo, I loaded up my phone, and before I could go back to the hotel, Yuan Mei made a phone call, "Chu Xun, delete that irrelevant Weibo immediately, immediately!"

Chu Xun was taken aback, quickly logged on to Weibo, and deleted the post.

Back at the hotel, I calmed down and thought about it, only to realize that I was really too careless. Everyone in the company was working overtime all night for the negative news about me, but I was expressing my feelings here.

No sleep for one night.

The next day, the bright sun climbed up the window.

Chu Xunji pulled the slippers out of bed, went to the window and opened the curtains, the blinding snow made his eyes hurt.

Take it easy and look far away. The whole city is covered in silver, and the pedestrians coming and going are like colorful flowers blooming on the white snow, which is quite like a fairy tale world.

"Dong dong dong" a series of knocks on the door broke the silence of the morning.

Chu Xun walked over and was about to open the door when he suddenly remembered his current identity. In order not to cause trouble for Yuan Mei, to be precise, in order not to be scolded by Yuan Mei, he immediately withdrew his hand from the doorknob.

"Which one?"

"waiter."

Chu Xun put on his sunglasses and opened the door. The waiter handed him two disposable lunch boxes, "A gentleman asked me to hand them over to you."

"Did you leave your name?" Chu Xun took it over, looking up and down the lunch box.

"No."

After the waiter left, he put the lunch box on the table, opened the lid, and the familiar smell of meat wafted out. It was the wonton he had been thinking about last night.There are two deep-fried dough sticks in the lunch box next to it. They are golden and crispy, and they look strangely appetizing.

Looking at the food in the lunch box, Chu Xun was beating a small drum in his heart. Could it be that the Weibo was seen by others as soon as it was posted? Impossible, the time of posting the Weibo was around 3 o'clock, and it was deleted within [-] minutes Now, who would be so bored to watch his Weibo?

When a bowl of wontons was sucked to the bottom, he suddenly thought of the steamed noodle and shrimp cakes last time, and he suddenly had a bold idea, "Could it be that these wontons... were sent by Liu Xuan?"

But, why would someone as unsmiling as Liu Xuan keep watching his Weibo? The more he thought about it, the more he became dizzy.

In the afternoon, I checked out the room, hailed a taxi, and went to Qingshuiwan community according to the address Ji Qinglin provided.

The snow last night was melted a lot by the sun.

When the driver hummed a ditty and took him to the gate of Qingshuiwan community, Ji Qinglin was already waiting here for a long time, wrapped in cotton clothes and wearing sunglasses.

"My brother is resting these days, and I'll let you taste his cooking skills tonight." Ji Qinglin led the way with his hands in his pockets.

Chu Xun's forehead jumped, and Ji Qingyun, a mysterious figure, was finally about to show up.