Pregnant with the child of the entertainment industry tyrant

Yan Lan turned around, hoping that it was just a waiter who came over to check, the kind who could make the other party leave after a little coping, and continue to enjoy this space to herself.

In fact, the people who came were indeed wearing the overalls of waiters, but their faces and expressions were completely different from those of ordinary waiters——

The face is too handsome, and it is the kind of person like Zhuang Yunliu who has been pampered all the year round. He is handsome with his own radiance, but he is more youthful than Zhuang Yunliu; his expression is also flamboyant, and he does not hide his glance at others.

Looking at it, he even raised an eyebrow.

Even if the raised eyebrow is not obscene, the overly familiar performance is still offensive.

Yan Lan's face turned slightly cold.

It's a pity that this person doesn't know how to read words and expressions, so he still smiled and said, "Hello! You are so handsome, and you are so handsome, and you are almost integrated with the starry sky. Are you a star?" Pause for a while to think , "No, it shouldn't be. There are no celebrities on this occasion today, but you shouldn't be an entrepreneur, right? I saw that many people in the hall were secretly watching you, but no one took the initiative to chat with you..."

"Secretly looking at me?" Yan Lan frowned, she had been absent-minded just now, and didn't pay attention at all.

The young man stood in front of Yanlan, nodded and said, "Because your clothes look good, and you are also handsome, beautiful, beautiful."

Yanlan: ...

"So who are you?" The young man rubbed his chin in doubt, and looked up and down from head to toe, "Well... let me guess, you are not a celebrity or an entrepreneur, but you are standing here dressed like this ...The family of the guest? Did you come with your father?"

With a "poof", the beautiful Yan Lan smiled and asked, "How old do you think I am?"

"Is there eighteen?" The man crossed his arms and looked at him, "Seventeen?"

I don't know why, after this person said this, his first reaction was that if he was really 17 years old, Zhuang Yunliu, the beast, would be arrested.

After such a fuss, the irritability of being interrupted by being alone and being slightly offended disappeared, and Yan Lan felt relieved, thinking that the person in front of her was quite interesting.

"Who are you?" Yan Lan asked back with great interest, he didn't recognize himself, which meant that he didn't pay attention to the entertainment industry, and he wasn't supposed to know all the staff of the guests tonight.

The man was taken aback, looked at his waiter uniform, and said regretfully, "It was exposed, but I'm sorry, I can't tell you who I am for the time being."

"So mysterious?"

The man took out his mobile phone from his pocket and smiled cheerfully, "But if you are willing to exchange contact information with me, you will naturally know who I am."

Yanlan: ………

What a poor pick-up technique.

"It's just an exchange of contact information."

The implication is, don't overthink it.

The man's tone was a little helpless, and a little coquettish, Yan Lan thought about it, anyway, he doesn't hate this man now, so he took out his phone and called up the QR code.

With a flash of light from the camera, the man looked down at the screen and pondered, "Yl, is it your initials?"

"Well. The feast of the banquet, the blue of the blue sky."

"You are so boring."

Yanlan: ……………

But he soon knew why the man said that——

A friend invitation is sent over, and the name next to the avatar is "Blockbuster, complacent, bells, tripods, lightning, thunder, mountains, valleys, hundreds of schools of thought, cranes..."

Not finished.

Yan Lan nodded with a black face, and said, "You are so boring."

"Don't you think I'm very educated?" The man flashed his big eyes, "Do you know what's behind Heming?"

Yan Lan replied blankly, "Jiu Gao."

The man froze for a moment, then showed a surprised and excited expression.

"YOU KNOW! OMG YOU KNOW! YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE OF EVERYONE I ASKED!!!"

The light in her eyes couldn't be faked at all, which made Yan Lan suddenly a little touched, thinking that everyone has a very unique point in their hearts, and it's rare to meet resonance, he can understand that kind of joyful mood.

So he temporarily ignored the man's strange behavior and surprise, and said seriously: "Heming Jiugao, the sound is heard in the wild, from "The Book of Songs Xiaoya". It’s hard to hide the light.”

The man's eyes slowly widened, filled with worship.

Yan Lan hurriedly said: "Don't be like this, it's just a coincidence that I met my major, and I can't tell you what else you want to ask."

But men still adore it.

After adoring for a while, the man frowned and tapped on the screen, muttering: "You really don't have an avatar? I thought the picture didn't load, you are really boring."

Yan Lan coughed, and moved her gaze to the other person's head portrait, which was a sports car.

"It's because I bought it less than a week ago, and I like it. I'll replace it when I get over it," the man explained.

Yan Lan didn't want to delve into whether he meant to change his profile picture or his sports car, but his previous suspicions were confirmed, and this person was indeed not someone to wait for.

The man started to swipe the screen and said disappointedly: "Why don't you post news? Oh, by the way, you are a boring person."

Yan Lan was helpless, "I think it's much better than you posting a message in less than an hour, live broadcasting [-]/[-]."

"How can there be a live broadcast all day? At least not when sleeping or going to the bathroom!"

……

The two leaned on the railing and chatted to the mobile phone just right. The viewing platform was full of joy until the wooden door was pushed open for the third time.

"Yanlan, you—"

Zhuang Yunliu's voice stopped abruptly, and his footsteps also stopped. After a moment of trance, he frowned fiercely.

Today's banquet is more eye-catching than the wedding day and Valentine's Day night. Standing under the starry sky is not only not inferior, but also looks like the protagonist of the whole world.

But next to it is...

what are you doing?Why are you standing so close?Still laughing like that?

And he stopped laughing when he saw him, did he spoil his interest?

The three looked at each other.

The young man tugged at Yan Lan's sleeves, and asked in shocking words: "Is this your father?"

Zhuang Yunliu:? ? ? ? ? ?

Yan Lan was taken aback for a moment, then wanted to laugh wildly, but quickly controlled it, and said casually, "This is my boss."

But I thought in my heart: Now his basic necessities of life depend on Zhuang Yunliu, so it seems right to say that he is his father.

Yan Lan walked up to Zhuang Yunliu and asked, "Are you leaving?"

Zhuang Yunliu's expression was solemn, and he let out a deep "hmm" from the depth of his throat.

Yan Lan turned her head and waved at the man, smiling, "I have to go, goodbye."

The man made a salute gesture chicly, and said heartily: "Goodbye, little beauty! Chat on the phone!"

Zhuang Yunliu, who was walking, paused, turned around, full of danger, the man spread his hands indifferently, as if you could do anything to me.

Naturally, Yan Lan didn't want to cause unnecessary conflicts here, so she quickly pushed Zhuang Yunliu lightly, and said in a low voice: "He has no other intentions, and he doesn't know...Let's go first."

Zhuang Yunliu stood and hesitated for a moment, and finally listened to Yan Lan's words.

On the way home, Zhuang Yunliu was driving, and Yan Lan sat in the passenger seat, obviously feeling that Zhuang Yunliu's aura was different from usual.

The phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out to see that the strange guy whose name consisted of many idioms containing "Ming" sent him a message.

[So calling the boss is a hobby between you two? ]

Yan Lan smiled, and lowered her head to type on her mobile phone, not noticing that the people around her looked at him very complicatedly.

[So you now know who I am? ]

[Well, check it out.You look so young, you are already in your 20s.But more than 20 is not too old, why can't you think about getting married so early? ]

This kind of question of which pot should not be opened and which pot should be raised, Yan Lan wanted to deal with it, but felt that talking to this kind of person could not be done according to common sense, otherwise it would be easy to get involved, and just on a whim, he knocked five in the chat box Character--

[Because I love him]

It was nothing at first, but when all these five words appeared, his heart suddenly jumped and his cheeks became hot. He glanced to the side from the corner of his eye, but he didn't dare to turn his head to look.

He had no choice but to type the word [呀] again, followed by a half-joking and half-serious expression, trying to dispel the sudden emotion, before he finally dared to send it.

[Oh...]

The other party only replied with a tone particle, but it was quite vivid. Yan Lan seemed to see that guy standing in front of him, his tone and expression were exaggerated.

"How did you know him?" Zhuang Yunliu, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

Yan Lan locked the screen casually, turned her head and looked over: "Who?"

Laughing when looking at the phone, and looking serious when looking at himself, Zhuang Yunliu felt a little blocked, and said with a more emphatic tone: "He."

Yan Lan reacted.

"You know I'm chatting with him?"

Zhuang Yunliu looked ahead, slightly raised his eyebrows, and snorted even more disdainfully from his nostrils, "I'm not stupid."

Yanlan: ...

"I don't know him, I just chatted a few words, and I don't even know his name." Yan Lan explained calmly, "Who is he?"

From Zhuang Yunliu's questioning method and tone, he concluded that he knew.

"We had a good chat just now?" Zhuang Yunliu glanced at him, first he was angry, then annoyed, "His name is Zhou Ming."

"...Zhou Ming." Yan Lan muttered for a while, remembering that crazy screen name, and smiled, "Should you be tweeting?"

Not only did he not receive his emotions, but he was also entangled in what it was, and he laughed so devotedly and enthusiastically. Zhuang Yunliu became more irritable, too lazy to answer this extremely boring question, and said directly: "Zhou Yurun, you know? That's his father. "

Yan Lan suddenly realized.

Zhou Yurun, a real estate tycoon, owns the hotel where the event is held today, no wonder Zhou Ming appeared there.

"Zhou Ming is Zhou Yurun's youngest son. He has lived abroad since he was a child. He just came back recently. I heard that he has a rather playful personality. I saw him today and it turned out."

Yan Lan looked at Zhuang Yunliu.

"I'm not right?" Zhuang Yunliu asked back, "Pretend to be a waiter and walk around, strike up a conversation at will, speak wild words, aren't you a dandy?"

Yan Lan subconsciously wanted to discuss with him what a dandy is, but then thought of their recent relationship, and felt that all of this was unnecessary, so she stopped in time and let him talk casually.

Knowing Zhou Ming's past, he also understood his flamboyant speech and behavior, and those seemingly crazy attachments.

Living in a foreign country since he was a child, he must be deeply lacking and deeply longing for recognition. Even if it is just a name, an idiom, or the meaning of a poem, he must very much look forward to saying a sentence without any explanation, and the other party can understand it. All about it in one sentence.

In fact, everyone is like this, longing for a confidant, longing for the tacit understanding and resonance of the soul and emotion.

Suddenly, Yan Lan's mood was indescribable, so she asked for some reason, "Do you know Heming Jiugao?"

Zhuang Yunliu was taken aback for a moment, and then his face was full of confusion.

Yan Lan was inexplicably disappointed. Just as she was about to be questioned, Zhuang Yunliu suddenly said in a low voice: "Heming Jiugao, the sound is heard in the wild. It comes from the "Book of Songs."

Yanlan: ...

He lowered his head and smiled, feeling that he was quite bored, but at the same time a little happy.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Yunliu still looked at him with that confused look.

"It's nothing, I thought of it suddenly, I'll test you." Yan Lan said with a smile.

"Why do you take this test? Do I look ignorant in your eyes?"

Yan Lan became interested, and teased: "Do you know how to learn if you know this sentence?"

Zhuang Yunliu's face darkened suddenly.

After a moment of silence, he turned the steering wheel and the Bentley turned.

"I don't know if it is academic or not, but my grandfather taught me to read more since I was a child, because he didn't have the opportunity to study when he was young, so he attaches great importance to this aspect."

Yan Lan nodded.

"Grandpa said that when he was a child, he often listened to a sentence here and there, and wrote it down silently, but in fact he didn't understand many words, such as his name. At the beginning, he didn't even have a proper name. When he was famous, he remembered a sentence he had heard before: "A gentleman is like a man". He thought it was a good compliment, so he chose the word "ruoren", but only later did he know that "ruoren" It means 'this person', which refers to the specific person who appeared in the article, but he doesn't intend to change it. He said that he should motivate himself, remember where he came from, constantly discover the shortcomings, and strive to be a real Gentleman."

Following Zhuang Yunliu's eloquent explanation, the atmosphere in the car gradually became warmer. Yan Lan laughed and said, "I know about this. The first time I met Grandpa, it was with all the sponsored students. Finally, let us ask questions freely, and I asked him if his name came from this sentence. Grandpa was very happy at that time, as if I was his confidant, and it was probably because of this that he was so special among so many people Notice me."

Zhuang Yunliu didn't know what he was thinking, after a long silence, he said "um", and then said nothing.

After the conversation ended, Yan Lan turned on the phone again and found that Zhou Ming had replied to him——

[What do you love about him? ]

... What do you love him for?

Yan Lan raised her eyes to look out of the window, the night was full of light, and the city's gorgeous street scene quickly retreated backwards.

He... doesn't love him at all.

There was a trace of sadness on his face, and he typed a reply to Zhou Ming——

[I love that he is handsome, rich, and has status, and he will give me whatever I want. ]

[? ? ? ]

Zhou Ming replied almost instantly.

[Lie, many people have these, and so do I. ]

Yan Lan hooked the corner of her lips.

[Xiao Zhou did. ]

[Hey, you checked me too? ]

[I didn't check, he told me. ]

[Who? ]

[he. ]

[Oh. ]

After stopping for a while and seeing no new news, Yan Lan put the phone back in her trouser pocket.

The road shows that we are almost home, and we have to continue to face a similar life day after day. After graduation...

You can't go on like this forever, otherwise you will ruin yourself.

He recalled that day when Zhuang Ruoren said that he hoped that he would continue his studies, it seemed that it was time to make some plans for himself.

In the silence, there was a sudden continuous pain in his stomach. He instinctively held it down with his hands and leaned against the back of the chair to relieve it.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Yunliu looked over.

"Stomach hurts." Yan Lan said with restraint.

"Stomach pain again?" Zhuang Yunliu still remembered that time when Yan Lan ate supper at the staff restaurant he ordered with privilege in his office.

"Didn't you eat just now? It shouldn't be. The ingredients in the hotel are all fresh. Are you allergic to anything?"

Yan Lan shook her head, "Maybe eating ice cream and raw meat dishes together, my stomach can't stand it."

"Does it hurt a lot? Go to the hospital?"

"No need." Yan Lan pressed her stomach and took a deep breath, "It's better now, just go home and drink some hot water."

Zhuang Yunliu hesitated a little, but he didn't look like he was holding on, so he stopped insisting.

It just so happened that the phone on the navigation stand rang, and the name of Zhuang Ruoren's life assistant flashed on the screen. Zhuang Yunliu clicked to answer it, and the next second, a panicked voice rushed over——

"Mr. Zhuang! The old Mr. Zhuang is sick and in the hospital! Come here quickly!"

Yanlan:! ! !

Zhuang Yunliu next to him grasped the steering wheel for an instant, and then the body shook. He held onto the car seat and looked sideways. Zhuang Yunliu frowned tightly. Hospital.