Pregnant with the child of the entertainment industry tyrant

When he was an intern in Huanhang, HR asked Yanlan to have a special work account for forwarding the company's publicity, so he applied for one, but he didn't manage it carefully, the information was incomplete, and the profile picture was not uploaded, and the username was originally generated; He has zero fans and only Huanxing is his follower. It can be said that he is as quiet as a chicken, but now he is shocked when he sees him.

There is a big red dot at the message prompt at the bottom of the software, instead of showing the specific number, it is replaced by an ellipsis.

There was a buzzing in his head, he entered the official account of Huanxing from the watch list, clicked on the comment area of ​​the apology statement, and solved the case——

The first commenter lamented that the later intern, Yan Lan himself, was hardworking, sad and talented. The official replied, "Don't worry, we will definitely compensate the handsome little brother" with a mischievous expression.

Netizens immediately replied: "Eh? The handsome little brother?!"

The official responded with a picture, a close-up of hands on the keyboard, with fair skin, slender knuckles, and beautiful wrists, and posted on his account, writing: I am wronged , Thank you for having you.

After a set of operations, thousands of comments flocked to him, praising his good-looking hands in various words and tones, saying that he was introverted in the later stage, and saying that the entertainment industry even requires appearance behind the scenes, and based on hand-to-face and the whole person He started to fantasize in all directions, and he instantly gained [-] followers, and his private messages also fell.

Yanlan: ...

I just want to be quiet.

After closing his eyes for a while, he closed the private message, and then clicked on the close-up of his hand. It was obvious that he was secretly photographed while sitting here working overtime, but he didn't notice it at all, as expected of a photographer in the entertainment industry .

But this kind of publicity is not in line with the official style of Huanxing, unless...

Yan Lan clicked on the phone's address book. In the middle of the night, his eyes were dim and evil.

When the phone was connected, Zhuang Yunliu said, "Hello who?"

The voice was clear and the tone was sober, as expected, he was still awake.

"Mr. Zhuang, it's your intention to disclose my photo and account number." Yan Lan smiled.

"...Yan Lan?" Zhuang Yunliu was taken aback, "How did you know my phone number? Grandpa told you?"

"Ah."

After a moment of silence in the receiver.

"Don't look for me if you have nothing serious to do, especially in the middle of the night."

"Isn't it serious to ask for an explanation for privacy exposure?"

Zhuang Yunliu scoffed dismissively, "What privacy is exposed? Your account is just a blank sheet of paper."

"But the classmates around me can recognize the photos when they see them, and they will be passed on one after another..."

"Growing popularity overnight, and then smoothly cashing in on it, all the way to the top, isn't that what you want? You should thank me."

Yanlan: ...

He finally understood that Zhuang Yunliu didn't do this to make fun of him, but to test his attitude towards the fame and fortune that was handed over to him, whether he would be complacent or really ambitious, and he didn't care about it at all. small traffic.

Yan Lan said helplessly, "Mr. Zhuang, this is wishful thinking."

Zhuang Yunliu immediately retorted: "Aren't you and grandpa wishful thinking?"

Yanlan: ………

Not much speculation.

It seems that the goal of getting married seems to be in sight, but in fact it is far away.

A few days later at noon, Yan Lan stood at the school gate waiting for Zhuang Yunliu's grandfather Zhuang Ruoren's driver. They agreed to have lunch together today.

After getting in the car and talking to the driver politely, Yan Lan stopped talking and sat in the back seat and opened the tablet to read——

Recently, he has spent too much time on the work of Huanxing, and his studies have fallen a little bit. He can tell which is more important, so he tries to catch up with homework whenever he has free time.

There was a traffic jam at noon, and it took more than 10 minutes to walk for 40 minutes, and finally came to a private restaurant in the community——

This restaurant is very suitable for Zhuang Ruoren's appetite, and it's not the first time that Yan Lan has eaten here with the old man.

The two of them had discussed the menu in the car before, and when Yan Lan entered the door, just in time for the food to be served, she walked quickly to the table, bowed and smiled, "Hello, Mr. Zhuang."

In Huanhang, he called Zhuang Yunliu Mr. Zhuang and Zhuang Ruoren the old Mr. Zhuang, but in front of Zhuang Ruoren he naturally called him Mr. Zhuang, and Zhuang Yunliu was naturally downgraded to Mr. Zhuang.

Zhuang Ruoren's hair is full of silver threads and wrinkles, but he still maintains the unrestrained demeanor of his youth. Because he has suffered from heart disease for many years and has undergone two major operations, sometimes he has difficulty moving and is easily fatigued mentally.

However, seeing Yan Lan, the old man was still very happy.

"It's just in time, sit down quickly."

"Sorry Mr. Zhuang for keeping you waiting." Yan Lan took off her coat, wiped her hands with a hand sanitizer, and got up to serve Zhuang Ruoren soup.

"You, how many times have I told you not to be so polite. If you do this again next time, I won't ask you to come." Zhuang Ruoren said with a smile, but actually it was very useful.

"I'm not being polite, but I really want to be filial to you." Yan Lan said sincerely.

"You child..."

Having ruled the entertainment industry for decades, Zhuang Ruoren has sharp eyes. After getting along with him for several years, he has a better understanding of Yan Lan's character and ability, so he would rather be a stubborn old man who was scolded for arranging marriages for younger generations, and work hard. Match Yan Lan and Zhuang Yunliu together.

The two chatted while eating, but after a while, the topic came.

"Yan Lan, I haven't heard from you all this time, how did you meet Yun Liu?"

Yan Lan's fingers pinching the chopsticks paused, and said with a slight smile, "Xiao Zhuang always thinks I'm trying to get his money."

Zhuang Ruoren immediately became serious, "Yunliu really...does he treat you badly?"

Yan Lan tilted her head and thought for a while, "It's not bad, just ordinary indifference."

"Don't be afraid, I'll talk to him."

"I don't want it anymore. You may exacerbate President Xiaozhuang's prejudice against me. I want to deal with this matter myself, because marriage is a major event in a lifetime. It is worth the time for both parties to see and go with your own eyes and hearts. Feeling, instead of just listening to what others say, is responsible and won’t regret it. Besides, if I can’t even get Xiao Zhuang to eliminate prejudice, then we probably aren’t suitable.”

Zhuang Ruoren looked at Yan Lan, nodded in agreement after a while, "You are right, this is a matter between the two of you after all, but then again, it is not surprising that Yun Liu has such thoughts, this circle is indeed too chaotic But don't worry, Yun Liu himself is definitely a good boy."

Zhuang Ruoren blew his tongue and laughed again.

"A gentleman loves money in a proper way. This is what I ask of him. He has a bottom line, keeps himself clean, and never touches messy things. He has always done a good job in this regard, and he cares about his family and has a very gentle personality. .”

The previous words were nothing more than that, once the word "gentle" was uttered, Yan Lan frowned.

Zhuang Ruoren smiled knowingly, "You think he has a big temper and is very proud, don't you? That's because you haven't gotten to know him well enough, and what you see are all superficial and false appearances. In fact, Yunliu has been delicate since he was a child. He was only ten years old when his father fell ill, and he was just at the age he loved to play, but every day besides going to school, he was looking for information, remembering clearly what to eat and what not to eat, what to do when he was sick, and took care of him almost every step of the way. His father is simply more powerful than a nursing expert."

There was a proud and gratified smile on Zhuang Ruoren's face, but soon, the smile disappeared and turned bitter. He lowered his head and drank tea to cover it up.

"I can't help it. Yunliu has worked hard for several years, but his father is still... hey."

Zhuang Yunliu's father is Zhuang Ruoren's only son. He fell in love with a starlet when he was young and got married not long after.

The little star's acting skills are really good, and with the support of the banker's resources, he soon won the best actor award. However, when everything was just right, the seemingly perfect fairy tale revealed its hazy and false veil.

It turns out that the actor has no love for Zhuang Yunliu's father at all, and his fierce pursuit and promise of a lifelong marriage are all used for fame and fortune.

Seeing the other party's true face, Zhuang Yunliu's father resolutely chose to divorce, even though he was pregnant with Zhuang Yunliu at that time, less than a month before the due date.

During childbirth, it was difficult to give birth, and the trauma in his heart was even more difficult to heal. A few years later, Zhuang Yunliu's father finally recovered a little bit, but he was diagnosed with cancer again not long after the comfortable life. What makes people happy is that one year after the divorce, the actor died in a car accident.

Everyone knows the old news, and even today there are still rumors in the circle that the car accident was not an accident, but Zhuang Ruoren's handwriting.

Thinking of this, Yan Lan felt more and more pity for the old man in front of her. For Zhuang Yunliu, this must be a pain that will accompany him throughout his life.

After the meal, Yanlan accompanied Zhuang Ruoren to go fishing until dusk, but Zhuang Ruoren didn't plan to go home, so he asked the driver to drive for a ride, and said he wanted to go to Yanlan's school.

There is a building he donated in the school, and he had a successful career in the past, especially after Zhuang Yunliu's father fell ill, charity has almost become Zhuang Ruoren's main business, and the project of funding Yanlan is one of them.

Under the sunset glow, on the broad sidewalk of the school, students are in twos and threes, some are carrying schoolbags, some are holding basketballs, some are talking and laughing, Zhuang Ruoren is walking slowly on crutches accompanied by Yan Lan, and the passing eyes It's all about how I looked when I was young.

Because of heart failure, he started to pant after walking for a long time. After sitting on the bench by the roadside for a while, Yan Lan supported him all the way back to the school gate.

"You don't want to send it off, go back and rest early." Zhuang Ruoren smiled kindly, and raised his hand to caress the side of Yanlan's head like he would treat his own children and grandchildren, "We have agreed that I will not interfere with you and Yunliu, but I will definitely not Let him bully you, so you don't have to support everything by yourself, you should sue me when you should, you know?"

Yan Lan helped Zhuang Ruoren into the car, "I see, thank you, Mr. Zhuang, please slow down on the road."

Watching Zhuang Ruoren leave, Yan Lan turned around and walked back to the campus, feeling a little uneasy, feeling that Zhuang Ruoren was not quite right today.

Today is the day when Zhuang Ruoren went to the hospital for a follow-up visit. In the past, he often accompanied him, but today Zhuang Ruoren explicitly refused and only asked him to come over for lunch, fishing in the afternoon and taking a walk just now. Zhuang Ruoren seemed to be deeply moved.

After thinking about it, Yan Lan walked to a pavilion in the remote part of the school and called Zhuang Ruoren's attending doctor.

The autumn night darkened quickly, and the breeze blew the leaves softly. Yan Lan sat with her head down, feeling nervous involuntarily.

"……what?"

"Why, how could this be..."

"Doctor, what do you mean to say..."

……

After hanging up the phone, Yan Lan bowed her head deeply and did not move for a long time, not even blinking her eyes.

The feeling of suffocation and powerlessness sank in the deepest part of his heart, and he became more and more out of breath, and no matter what he did, he couldn't relieve it even a little bit.

The doctor is an authority in the industry, but now he doesn't want to believe the doctor's words, he always feels that he must have made a mistake, even if the doctor's words are so firm and decisive, they are still in his ears——

"Boss Lao Zhuang's situation is not good. To put it bluntly, at most it will be...within a year."

"Now we can only treat conservatively. The most important thing is mentality and emotional stability."

"He resolutely forbids me to tell Mr. Zhuang, and he feels the same way if he doesn't let you accompany him, but Xiaoyan, I think I can still talk to you."