Fortunate to love: Good morning, my best male lead

An Yi couldn't help laughing. She never thought that Mr. Heywood, who was serious in front of others, would actually bow down under the pomegranate skirt of the hot pot, and they had just eaten hot pot yesterday, and today Mr. Heywood couldn't help but come to eat again once.

It can be seen how attractive hot pot is.

Because I came here yesterday, the waiter still had a fresh impression of Mr. Heywood. When he saw Mr. Heywood appearing in the hot pot restaurant again, he greeted him very warmly, and Mr. Heywood responded one by one.

After entering the box, Mr. Heywood did not forget to praise An Yi: "The people in your country are really enthusiastic, except for that reporter just now."

Mr. Heywood was obviously expressing his dissatisfaction with that reporter.

If the reporter hadn't come out suddenly and stopped them from asking questions, maybe he would have eaten hot pot long ago.

For a foodie, it is obviously a sin to prevent him from eating.

When Ann heard what Mr. Heywood said, she couldn't laugh or cry, and handed the menu to Mr. Heywood, "Mr. Heywood, if you want to eat, you can order it yourself, but don't order too much, I'm a bit hungry No more."

Originally, during this period of time, he was asked by the brokerage company to lose weight. After finally gaining a few pounds, he had to start losing weight again.

Hearing what An Yi said, Mr. Heywood quit.

"Why can't you eat anymore? On the set this afternoon, I saw that you didn't drink a drop of water. If you say you can't eat now, I don't believe it!"

Just at this time, a red oil pot bottom was served, and Mr. Heywood looked at the bottom of the pot with a layer of red oil floating on it, dotted with some prickly ash, as if he suddenly understood something, "I said, are you losing weight? That's why you refuse to eat hot pot?"

Being exposed by such an upright Mr. Heywood, An Yi not only didn't get angry, but nodded.

"People from our entertainment company said that I have gained weight. Could it be that Mr. Heywood didn't notice in front of the video recorder today that I am actually a bit plump?" An Yi asked a little embarrassedly, "Because I am an actor, And the lens happens to look fat, so I can only lose weight."

Seeing An Yi's helpless look, Mr. Heywood thought of his wife in China.

"Don't tell me, my wife also clamors to lose weight every day, but I don't think she is fat." Mr. Heywood is obviously a straight man, and he is also a fighter among straight men, a straight man of steel, "Sometimes I really I can't figure out what you women are thinking, you have a perfect figure, but you still think that you look good if you are skinny, it is really confusing."

When Mr. Heywood said this, An Yi seemed to have found a common topic between the two.

"I've seen your wife on your profile, your wife is not fat..."

Moreover, it is very rare to look so thin on camera. When she read the information, she couldn't help but admire the figure of Mr. Heywood's wife.

I didn't expect such a perfect person to be troubled by his figure.

Mr. Heywood was clearly on the same front as An Yi, and said with the same hatred: "I don't think she is fat, but these women think they are fat. Look, you also said that you want to lose weight, but in my case In your eyes, your figure is just right."

"So this world is too harsh on actors, but there is no way. As an actor, I can't change the views on these images in the showbiz. I can only follow the trend." An Yi sighed and touched himself belly.

She has indeed gained a lot of weight during this period, and even has a small belly.

Maybe it's the reason why I was so happy during this time.

An Yi thought about it, in order to look good on camera when filming TV series and movies in the future, she should continue to lose weight reluctantly!

Although An Yi had said not to order too much, she obviously ignored Mr. Heywood's appetite.

When the waiter used a trolley to push a cart full of dishes to the table, An Yi was stunned.

What's the difference between this and the amount they ate together yesterday? !

Her eyelids trembled, and then she asked in disbelief: "Mr. Heywood, are you sure you have to eat so much by yourself? I can eat two plates of meat at most and I will be full... There is still food on this small cart. So many dishes..."

An Yi couldn't imagine the scene where Mr. Heywood finished all these dishes by himself.

How spectacular that would be.

But a moment later, after listening to what An Yi said, Mr. Heywood actually nodded.

"The portions I ordered with you yesterday were not enough for me, which made me wake up hungry in the middle of the night. Today I want a little more, which is just enough to fill my stomach. If I am hungry, I can't do many things. good."

After Mr. Heywood finished speaking, he looked as if he should.

An Yi could only nod his head in acknowledgment.

Seeing Mr. Heywood skillfully put the dishes on the plate into the hot pot, and seized the right time to fish them out, An Yi felt a little ashamed.

Fortunately, she used to say that she likes to eat hot pot. Compared with Mr. Heywood, she is nothing.

Now An Yi finally realized that there really are people who love hot pot so much in the world, and in An Yi's world, the person who loves hot pot the most is none other than Mr. Heywood.

After Mr. Heywood ate at the hot pot restaurant for a while, it seemed that there was not enough.

Looking at the messy dishes on the table, Mr. Heywood beckoned to the waiter next to him, and said in jerky Chinese: "Please follow the dishes on this menu, and give me a meal as it is." share."

Mr. Heywood, who was already in a mess on the plate, obviously couldn't get enough of it. Seeing that An Yi couldn't eat any more, he raised his eyebrows.

"You can't eat more than two plates of beef, but I have eaten ten plates!" Mr. Heywood patted his stomach, and he was even a little proud and proud, "You don't know, I eat beef every day!" Every time I come here, I have to gain a few pounds before going back, but speaking of it, your food is really delicious."

An Yi could only nod silently, agreeing to Mr. Heywood's words.

"Yes, the food here is really delicious. If Mr. Heywood is free tomorrow, I will take Mr. Heywood to eat some local specialties."

Mr. Heywood didn't know what Ann was thinking about.

Facing the terrifying Mr. Heywood, An Yi thought about taking him to eat local specialties tomorrow, maybe he wouldn't eat so much.

But when it was time to take Mr. Heywood to eat special dishes, An Yi realized that his previous thoughts were just floating clouds.

But these are later stories.

It was very late after Mr. Heywood had finished eating the hot pot.

An Yi took out his mobile phone from his bag, and found that there were several missed calls on the screen, and these missed calls were all from the same person, that is, Gu Yinan. Only then did An Yi realize that it was because he was filming on the set , She turned her phone on silent and did not receive a call from Gu Yinan.

Because he was afraid that Gu Yinan would worry about him, An Yi hurriedly called back.

Almost as soon as the bell rang, Gu Yinan connected the phone directly, with a hoarse voice, "Why are you only answering the phone now?"

An Yi felt a little guilty, and because he was afraid that Gu Yinan was worried, he hurriedly explained, "I was eating hot pot with Mr. Heywood just now, helping him order and pick up the dishes and I didn't have time to look at my phone, so I didn't receive the call. Your phone number, do you want to come over and have hot pot together?"

"Didn't Yu Che tell you, I have a business meeting tonight, but it's over now, where are you now? I'll come pick you up."

An Yi then hurriedly said: "It's at the restaurant where we ate hot pot together yesterday. If it's inconvenient, I'll take a taxi and go back alone."

"It's okay." Gu Yinan said lightly, "Just wait for me and I'll be right over."

After saying this, Gu Yinan hung up the phone, and An Yi looked at the phone screen with a smile on his lips.

Her appearance was noticed by Mr. Heywood. After drinking some wine, Mr. Heywood couldn't help joking, "Yesterday I saw that you and your husband have a very good relationship. It was your husband who called just now." right?"

"Yes." There was still a faint smile on the corner of An Yi's mouth.

"Let me just say, why didn't he come to eat hot pot with us today, is there something wrong or something?"

"He went to discuss other cooperation today, so he didn't have time to have hot pot with us. If there is a next time, I will invite him to join us." An Yi said quickly, "He will pick me up later, if it is convenient, I'll let him take you back to the hotel together!"

Just because I ate too much hot pot yesterday, Mr. Wood's little assistant had a stomachache and couldn't come to pick him up.

Mr. Heywood was not as prone to shirking good intentions as the others.

Dang even agreed: "In this case, I won't continue to refuse you, and you can send me back to the hotel later."

During the conversation, Gu Yinan's car slowly appeared in the traffic flow, An Yi waved to Gu Yinan, and soon the Rolls Royce stopped on the side of the road.

Seeing that Mr. Heywood's footsteps were a bit vain, Ann subconsciously wanted to help Mr. Heywood, but was stopped by Mr. Heywood, "Where is your husband, I won't let you help me, lest you Sometimes he misunderstood."

At this time, Gu Yinan also came over.

He heard clearly what Mr. Heywood said to An Yi.

Gu Yinan, who didn't like Mr. Heywood at first, immediately walked up to Mr. Heywood, "It's okay, since I can't help you one by one, let me do it!"

After saying this, Gu Yinan helped Mr. Heywood sit in the back seat of the car.

The car started once, and slowly drove into the traffic flow, heading towards the hotel where Mr. Heywood lived.

After a while, the car arrived at the downstairs of the hotel. At this time, Mr. Heywood's little assistant who was having a stomachache was at the door of the hotel. An Yi originally thought that the little assistant had a stomachache and should be in poor health. It is alive and well.

It was only then that Mr. Heywood realized that he had been deceived.