I became popular in the entertainment industry after I took the boss's cub

As night fell, the bustling vehicles flashed their lights and shuttled back and forth.

The lights were on in the CEO's office at the top of Morning Star.

Cen Liming looked through Cen's business reports in recent years with a cold face.

Cen's business situation seems to be worse than he expected.Since the old man of the Cen family fell ill and was bedridden, the big cake of the Cen family was immediately targeted. Many people with ulterior motives took advantage of it, and the senior management of the Cen family was also occupied by the Cen family.Being in his position but doing nothing as a vegetarian meal, it is only a matter of time before the Cen family is destroyed.

After Chen Xing gained a firm foothold, Cen Liming had the strength to confront Cen's family.

Facing the crumbling Cen family, it's not that Cen Liming never took action to save him.It's just that every time after helping Cen's, Cen's strength will be weakened by Cen Liming secretly.He continued to collect equity from old shareholders, placed people in the management, and quickly grasped the lifeline of Cen's.

The Cen family is really too good.In just two years, Cen Liming has grasped most of the foundation of the Cen family without the Cen family noticing, and even several important supply chains and sales channels have been controlled by Cen Liming. To continue to survive, he had to rely on Cen Liming's strength to reluctantly hand over the remaining shares.

The secretary knocked on the door and entered the room with a stack of documents.

"Mr. Cen, the procedures for the Cen family over there have been completed, and the handover will be carried out in the next week. When do you see when you will arrange people to take over the work of rectifying the Cen family?"

Cen Liming put down the report and pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly.

The Cen family has a lot of mess, and it will take a lot of effort to clean it up.

"I'll go to Cen's in a few days and arrange some free time next week."

The secretary hesitated to speak.

"What?" Cen Liming raised his eyes.

"Mr. Cen, why didn't you find someone to sort out the trivial things about Cen's family before taking over, which can save you a lot of effort." It's not because the secretary is talking too much, but because Cen Liming's schedule is almost full, and adding more workload will inevitably lead to delays. Increase the load on the body and compress his rest time.

Cen Liming thought for a moment, then said: "First arrange it like this. Let Wei Wenbo assist me in a while, and let him make preparations."

The secretary wrote down: "Yes, I will notify Mr. Wei tomorrow."

Seeing Cen Liming get up and take off the suit jacket from the hanger, the secretary asked in surprise:

"Is Boss Cen leaving get off work now?"

"Well. Get off work if you have nothing to do."

The secretary was secretly surprised that Cen Liming got off work earlier and earlier every day.In the past two years, when Morning Star was still on the rise, Mr. Cen was the last one to leave the company, and always stayed until it was completely dark before putting down his work and leaving.With such a president, the employees of Morningstar are also working hard, and Morningstar can achieve such good results in just a few years.

Cen Liming got up and checked the news on his phone, only a few news pushes.Cen Xiao went on a date, but did not send any new news.

Huo Lan said today that he was going to the hospital for an examination, and there is no news about him so far, so Cen Liming couldn't help being a little worried about this little thing.

"Where are you going back today? Or Yarding?" asked the driver, Old Liu.

"Ah."

"Why don't you go back to the villa recently?" Lao Liu used to be the old man who drove Cen Liming's parents. I've been back to China for a while, why don't we live together in the villa... Are there conflicts?"

"No," Cen Liming looked out of the window, the dappled street lamp light shone on his face through the car window, and his shallow eyes shone with fresh light.

He said lightly: "Chasing people."

Old Liu knew everything, and he didn't ask questions tactfully, his fat face smiled and his eyes narrowed.

"That's pretty good, don't worry, it will definitely succeed."

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Cen Liming walked out of the elevator door, and saw a little Huo Lan sitting in front of his house from a distance.

He hugged his knees, sat down against the wall and played with his mobile phone, looking very autistic.

Cen Liming: "...?"

"You're back..." Huo Lan heard footsteps and stood up.But because he got up too quickly, he fainted for two seconds with golden stars in front of his eyes, and Cen Liming quickly stepped forward to help him.

"What are you doing here?"

Huo Lan came over slowly, patted the ashes on his buttocks, and said, "My assistant has something to go home today, and the key is with her. It will take a long time for her to deliver it, and I didn't bring the spare key... can you..." Huo Lan Lan shrugged the broken hair on his forehead in embarrassment, "Can I go to your house and sit for a while?"

He blinked innocently, as if he felt that there was nothing wrong with the artist knocking on his president's door.

Cen Liming was stunned.For a moment, I couldn't figure out what Huo Lan wanted to do.

Huo Lan was carrying a big bag, and his tiredness from filming for a whole day was hidden between his brows and eyes, and he was really tired before sitting in a ball at the door.

Cen Liming lowered his eyes: "Come in."

"Thank you, Mr. Cen!" Huo Lan immediately grinned, showing eight small white teeth, and happily followed Cen Liming into the room.

The house type of Cen Liming's house is almost the same as that of Huo Lan's, but the cool-colored decoration and business-style furniture design make the house look much more spacious and empty.Like his office, it gives off an alienated and indifferent atmosphere.

Huo Lan looked around curiously, the room was very clean and well organized.There is still a scent wafting from the kitchen. It should be the part-time aunt who made the soup.

Huo Lan sniffed, hungry.

"Have you eaten dinner?"

Huo Lan shook his head: "No."

"Let's eat together." Cen Liming didn't give Huo Lan a chance to refuse, took off his suit jacket and hung it on the hanger at the door, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and went into the kitchen to prepare the dishes and chopsticks.

Huo Lan is eager to try. "Need some cooking? I'll help too."

"No, just sit on the sofa and wait," Cen Liming rolled up the cuffs of his shirt and said, "If you want to drink, take it from the refrigerator."

"it is good--"

Huo Lan was just thirsty, so he opened the refrigerator, took a can of orange juice, and sat down on the sofa obediently.

The sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen, and Huo Lan couldn't help being a little surprised.

It was so different from what he had imagined.

The president of his own family usually looks like an elite who rejects people thousands of miles away, and he thought he was a young master who didn't touch the spring water with his fingers, and he had the attributes of a fried kitchen who didn't distinguish between five grains.

Unexpectedly, the boss can also wash his hands and make soup, which made Huo Lan a little novel.

Huo Lan resolutely put down the orange juice, strolled to the kitchen and began to annoy Cen Liming.

"Mr. Cen," Huo Lan poked his head into the kitchen, "Can I come in? Hmm... I want to visit your kitchen!" He was very confident.

Cen Liming: "..."

"can."

"Why did Auntie only make soup? You need to do the rest yourself..." Huo Lan has been curious since just now. When he went to get the orange juice, he saw a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator. It seems that Cen Liming It is indeed the type who often cooks by himself.

"I thought that the president would be the kind who hires a five-star chef at home and can arrange a table of dishes with just a phone call."

"What?" Cen Liming turned his head and glanced at him, "You want something like this?"

It is not impossible.

"No, no, no," Huo Lan put away the nonsense words with a smile, "I just thought, as a CEO, you are usually so busy, wouldn't it be tiring to cook after get off work?"

"No," Cen Liming took the spoon and served Huo Lan a small bowl of pork rib soup. "My off-duty time is too uncertain. Sometimes I come back very late. There is no need to keep auntie waiting."

"When working overtime, I usually ask the secretary to order meals directly from the company," Cen Liming explained, "I don't like idle people like chefs coming into the house. Except for the part-time aunt who occasionally cooks soup, the rest is basically done by myself."

Cen Liming handed the small bowl to Huo Lan, "Taste it, and fill your stomach first."

Holding the bowl, Huo Lan took a sip of the hot soup. It was delicious, and the heat flowed all the way to his stomach.

He doesn't eat ginger.The thin slices of ginger in the soup have been picked clean by Cen Liming.

Huo Lan squinted his eyes, his palms were slightly sweaty.

No matter how slow he is, he can almost feel it.

Cen Liming was too gentle with him.

Huo Lan is well aware of her own insatiable progress.His frequent temptations to Cen Liming may have died hundreds of times in other people's hands, but he could see the gentleness under Cen Liming's cold mask.

It was like stepping off the altar, only to him.

Huo Lan involuntarily rolled his eyes.

That's not bad either.

It would be better if the two of them could like each other in the future...but...whether it is the effect of high-compatibility pheromones or other reasons, Cen Liming can accept the cub in his stomach and make the child healthy The growth will be good.

I am quite lucky.Huo Lan suddenly felt so.

"What's wrong? Doesn't taste good?"

Seeing that Huo Lan was distracted, Cen Liming reached out and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Huo Lan came back in a daze: "No! It's delicious, I...I just think it's too delicious. I can't find an adjective to describe it for a while. I have no choice but to think of a way to praise my ingenious and caring CEO. To express my heartfelt thanks to him for taking me in, the unlucky bastard who didn't bring the key."

Cen Liming: "..." It's quite amazing that this person can talk nonsense for so long without stopping.

Huo Lan couldn't hold back himself, so he burst out laughing first, and leaned closer and said, "But it's really surprising, Mr. Cen, you can cook, it's really different from what I imagined! Tell Abby and the others, they will definitely not believe it."

Cen Liming glanced at him lightly: "There are still many things you can't think of."

"Hey~" Huo Lan said cheerfully, "Let me help you, I can't wait to eat something made by the president himself!"

"what ever."

"Then let me, I want to cut this tomato..."

"..."

……

Huo Lan had a very satisfying dinner, and after she was full, Huo Lan pretended to call Yu Xin.

"How to say?" Cen Liming was sitting on the sofa looking at his mobile phone, when he heard him return from the balcony, he raised his head and asked.

Huo Lan sat down next to him, and said solemnly: "She said she had a flat tire just after she got on the high-speed car. She went back to get a tire repaired and got stuck in a traffic jam. It's really unlucky. It took two or three hours to walk. , I still don’t know when I will get there..."

"It's better... I think..." Huo Lan glanced at Cen Liming's expression, there was nothing unusual, and he continued, "It's already late, why don't you let her go to the trouble again, and wait until tomorrow. If there is a traffic jam, go this way."

"So... Mr. Cen, do you have any vacant rooms at home..." Huo Lan's meaning was obvious.

Cen Liming frowned imperceptibly.

Huo Lan's series of abnormal actions today are somewhat suspicious.

It was understandable to come to the house without the key to borrow for a while, but then asked to stay overnight, how strange is this?

Didn't Huo Lan avoid him in the past?Why now...Cen Liming believes that Huo Lan's character is different from other artists, but what is he doing this for?

"Hey, don't think too much about it, I really just sleep normally," Huo Lan made a 4 gesture, "but we'll talk about that later."

Huo Lan took out the remote control from the box on the coffee table and turned on the TV.

Cen Liming: "?"

"Watch TV for a while," Huo Lan pretended to be mysterious...tuned the TV to the children's channel.

Joyful nursery rhymes came from the TV, and the children inside were playing games in colorful clothes.

Cen Liming: "...?"

Huo Lan just watched the children singing and dancing for 10 minutes, and Cen Liming stood beside him with question marks for 10 minutes—how did he not know that Huo Lan still likes to watch children's channels?Still looking at it with gusto? ?

After a while, Huo Lan finally spoke.

"You... look at them, do you have any ideas?" Huo Lan bent his eyes, with a little smile between his words.

Cen Liming was at a loss.

He couldn't understand Huo Lan's thoughts, so he couldn't help feeling a little anxious: "What are you thinking... What do you want to do? What exactly does this mean?"

Hey, Huo Lan sighed lightly.

"It means you have to look more, because your cub..." Huo Lan pointed to her belly, "It will be born in more than 200 days."

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