Officially unannounced [entertainment circle]

It's still the same seat, but now it's changed. Wen Cheng is sitting on one side, with a cup of hot milk in front of him, with a thick layer of chocolate on top; Wen Jianming is sitting on the opposite side, with a cup of black coffee without sugar in front of him. Without milk, it was too bitter to swallow.

In fact, Wen Jianming did not even touch this cup of coffee.

He leaned back in the chair, watched his son turn his head and smiled and waved his hands.

And his son's little friend was a few tables away behind him. In that position, You Yi could only see the movements of the two of them, but couldn't hear their words clearly.

In his hand was a glass of sweet milk, and he was sipping it while carefully looking at their side.

After meeting Wen Cheng's eyes, he grinned at the corners of his lips and smiled brightly.

For some reason, Wen Jianming inexplicably felt as if he was the villain who separated the lovers.

With a light cough, he looked back at the child, turned his gaze back to his son, and asked nonchalantly, "Because it's Charles' birthday?"

"Yeah." Wen Cheng responded, not at all surprised that his own itinerary was fully known by his own father, "Are you because of Safone's new product launch?"

Safone is a cutting-edge young designer. Although her identity is far from owning a studio in this street, she is still considered a leader among her peers in the design field.

After all, it was brought up by his father's money.

"Cough." Wen Jianming concealed his embarrassment by holding up the coffee cup. Just smelling the bitter taste of a sip of black coffee made him calm down a little, and explained as if he didn't care, "Sappho and I Ni broke up a long time ago."

"Well," Wen Cheng seemed to be stunned, "yes, I forgot about that Miss Pace you just had."

The coffee cup was put back on the table unceremoniously by the host, and there was a clear and crisp sound.

——Fortunately, the entire Cuckoo Restaurant has been cleared, and a closed sign has been posted at the door.

It failed to let others see the annoyance of the restaurant founder because of embarrassment at the moment.

Only You Yi, who had been paying attention to the situation here, stood up abruptly and took a step forward nervously.

"You are already 28 years old, Wen Cheng." Wen Jianming took a deep breath, frowned and looked at his son who was gently tapping the milk cup in front of him, "I remember talking openly and honestly with you when I was there, and I will not interfere in your emotional life , I don't care whether you like a man or a woman or whether you like beauty or ugliness..."

"At the same time, I will absolutely not interfere with your dating partner." Wen Cheng interjected, "Whether you change girlfriends three times a week, or whether your girlfriend is old enough to be my sister, it has nothing to do with me .”

He held the milk glass with both hands, took a sip of the milk with a rich chocolate taste, and innocently looked at his father with a bad complexion, signaling that he would remember everything clearly.

"I'm even very grateful to you, at least before me, you didn't do anything to embarrass me except that time." Wen Cheng paused and added rigorously, "Or you didn't let me find out. "

Mentioning the previous incident, Wen Jianming scolded in a cold voice: "Wen Cheng!"

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, the business tycoon immediately regretted it. He even waited anxiously for Wen Cheng to leave with a sneer as he did many times before.

If you count the six years when Wen Cheng didn't see anyone, the father and son basically haven't been able to sit at the same table for 3 minutes in peace for ten years.But today, when he finally had a chance to sit down and talk peacefully, it seemed that the boss messed up again.

Wen Jianming himself doesn't understand why he can deal with all kinds of tricky clients with ease, and even perfectly coordinate the emotions of his lovers, but the relationship with his only child is forever. It's a mess.

However, Wen Jianming, who has always been a bit blind and arrogant in his bones, even if he knows in his heart that the scolding just now was completely unreasonable, he still can't learn to take the initiative to ease it.

While he quietly clenched his hands and waited nervously, he saw that Wen Cheng picked up the cup and took a big gulp of the chocolate milk, which he thought was almost too sweet, and didn't get up and leave directly.

He even said, "I'm sorry."

Wen Jianming froze, looked at Wen Cheng with wide eyes, and even wondered if he heard it wrong.

"I'm sorry." Wen Cheng let out a breath and repeated, "Sometimes when I see you with a little girlfriend, I always have a conditioned reflex to remember the past."

After he finished speaking, he raised the milk glass and looked at his father with a smile on his face: "Cheers, don't mention it."

This sentence not to mention not only refers to the past event that neither of them wants to recall, but also the conflict and stalemate that always exists between the two.

Six years of muddle-headedness has long made Wen Cheng forget why he and his father got into such a fight, maybe it was because of his rebelliousness when he was a teenager, or his father's stinky and tough temper.

Even thinking about his father's countless little lovers is not important now, after all, if it wasn't for an accident that happened to him, his father would never take the initiative to bring those little girlfriends to appear in front of him.

After all, it's not a hurdle that you have to die for a lifetime.

Family, why bother.

The warm and sincere arm of the Buddhist youth stretched forward again: "Cheers?"

Wen Jianming looked at his mother's face, and after a while, he held the coffee cup between his fingers, slightly trembling fingertips, and touched it lightly.

"Snapped."

This crisp sound also made Youyi, who was moving forward a little bit, heaved a sigh of relief.

The "cheers to talk about peace" happened just a second ago, and he even repeated his domineering declaration to his son. As a result, Wen Jianming cared about his son's current partner in the first sentence he spoke again.

"Is he a model?"

That is to say, Wen Cheng didn't argue with him, and didn't embarrass his own father on the spot.

"Actor, very good actor."

Seeing that his father frowned again after hearing this answer, Wen Cheng brought the milk cup up to touch the still full cup of coffee, didn't say anything, just reminded with a smile.

Looking at his son who had just made peace with him, Wen Jianming waved his hands helplessly: "Don't mention it, don't mention it, I'm afraid that if I say anything to you again, you will pull out nonsense such as severing the relationship between father and son."

"I was joking back then." Wen Cheng smiled, flipping through the old story lightly, "How could I be willing to sever ties with such a rich old Wen?"

Wen Jianming's breath was choked by the title he hadn't heard for more than ten years. After a long time, he slowly pretended nothing had happened, and said hoarsely: "...Your mouth is poor."

……

It's getting late.

Wen Jianming's phone kept ringing, it was broad daylight in China, and there was still a lot of work waiting for him to make decisions.

It was Wen Cheng who took the initiative to stand up: "I'll go back."

Although he is not willing to spend the rare tender time with his son, Wen Jianming also has to admit that it is indeed embarrassing to continue the father-son relationship after ten years.

Before leaving, Wen Jianming suddenly thought: "...Did Wen Mingyang look for you?"

"Find me?"

Wen Cheng was confused for a moment, and it took a long time to squeeze out such a thing from memory.

When rumors of his comeback first spread on the Internet, Wen Mingyang went to Yinhe Films to test him out with his mother who had a bad temper and low EQ.

"It seems that there is such a thing," Wen Cheng said indifferently, "I'm not going to go into business and compete with him for a job, so he never came again."

"I only have you as the heir." Wen Jianming emphasized in a low voice.

"I know," Wen Cheng said with a smile, "but Wen Mingyang has this ability, and he has done a good job. I feel that the life of holding a large share of the shares and receiving dividends is more suitable for me."

Wen Jianming has long been used to seeing Wen Cheng's unpromising appearance. If it was usual, he would definitely have to lecture him.

But after witnessing Wen Cheng's walking dead in those years, as a father, he has maintained an indifferent attitude towards his choice.

As long as people are alive and healthy.

——Seeing that they ended their conversation, You Yi, who was hiding behind, also poked his head forward, and tiptoedly stood behind Wen Cheng.He was pulled out by the keen Wen Cheng, who rubbed his head with a smile.

... also smiled happily, and leave the rest as it is.

Wen Jianming sighed: "Then I'm leaving."

You Yi obediently added another ninety-degree bow: "Goodbye, uncle."

"……Ugh."

Seeing the familiar back of the head, Wen Jianming sighed again.

……

After sending off his father, Wen Cheng took You Yi's hand and walked back slowly along the original path.

There are many people on the road, wave after wave of fashionable men and women shuttle on this road, they seem to be the same as when they came.

But it's completely different.

You Yi looked worriedly at the absent-minded Wen Cheng, although the atmosphere when he talked with his father just now looked good, but when there were only the two of them left, You Yi could still feel that something was wrong with Wen Cheng's mood.

The two turned back to the dim path, leaving the bustle and bustle behind.

The atmosphere calmed down a little bit, and the air was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees.

"Brother." You Yi suddenly stopped in place.He held back until now before opening his mouth, but instead of asking Wen Cheng a word, he suggested sincerely, "Rub me."

"Huh?" Wen Cheng heard this strange request when he came back to his senses, the corners of his lips curled up, and he pinched You Yi's cheek, "What's wrong?"

"You rub me and you'll be happy."

Wen Cheng's fingertips were still resting on Youyi's cheeks, and after hearing this sentence, his fingers stopped, and the smile that bloomed also stagnated on his face.

You Yi held his hands and pressed them to her face, and said with a smile, "Does it look like a dough with a good texture?"

"...like." Wen Cheng sighed, "but I don't want to rub you now."

what?

After racking his brains, he thought of using this method to coax him to be happy. You Yi froze in place.

He hesitated, looking secretly at Wen Cheng's lips.

Or just...

As a result, Wen Cheng put down his hand on his face, instead of rubbing this pretty face into a mess like before in the restaurant, he casually took his hand again and said, "Go home."

"……elder brother."

"Ok?"

You Yi pursed her lips, and said softly in distress: "It's nothing."

It was close to twelve o'clock at night, and the elderly neighbors nearby had already gone to bed.You Yi followed Wen Cheng into the room lightly. He was still hesitating to say something, when he saw Wen Cheng let go of his hand, walked to the bedroom, and closed the door.

Leaving behind him the amusement that just opened his mouth.

Didn't even say goodnight.

You Yi frowned, thought for a while and didn't knock on the door directly, but walked to his room, took out his phone and knocked out a message.

- Brother, are you asleep?

He counted silently in his heart, and after 45 seconds, there was no reply from the other side.

……

Wen Cheng, who wrapped himself tightly in the quilt as soon as he came back, opened his eyes, but his eyes were not focused.The joy of reuniting with my father still failed to overwhelm the unbearable past in my heart.

It's okay to always hide it in the depths of memory, as long as he thinks about it, it will make him sick physically.

The door was knocked lightly twice from outside.

It's Youyi, who may have scared the little fool just now.

Wen Cheng pursed his lips into a pale and straight line, tightly gripped the corner of the quilt with his fingers, and made no sound.

The cell phone next to the pillow rang again.

But it was the same as last time, until the screen dimmed, Wen Cheng didn't stretch out his hand wrapped in the quilt.

——The unlocked door was suddenly and quietly pushed open a small gap.

You Yi wore the gray rabbit pajamas bought by Wen Cheng, and slowly sneaked in through the increasingly widening gap.

In the darkness, he couldn't see his red face clearly.

"Brother," You Yi stood honestly at the door, and whispered the excuse he had thought up long ago, "The bed in that room is too small, I accidentally fell off after rolling around..."

After a while, Wen Cheng snorted a voice that couldn't tell the emotion: "Huh?"

"Can I, can I..."

Sure enough, he thought it was the same thing, and when he really said it, Youyi seemed to be smoking from his throat.

"Can I sleep with you, with you?"