After exhausting myself to death

Shen Minghuan was having a great time.

Every slight difference will lead to a different taste of the drink. Shen Minghuan found the joy of cooking and even wanted to try it in the kitchen.

The system was shocked and tried to persuade him to stop it. Making dark dishes is secondary. It is really afraid that the host will blow up the kitchen in order to study the "chemical reaction between flames and ingredients."

The coffee was indeed refreshing. Guan Yang was no longer sleepy. He was staring intently at the movements of Shen Minghuan's hands. His mouth was slightly opened in surprise, and his face was filled with eagerness to try. "Minghuan, can you also make coffee? When did you learn how to make coffee?" ?”

He also wants to learn.

Shen Minghuan glanced at him, took out his cell phone, typed a few words, threw it into his hand, and said succinctly: "Just now."

Guan Yang was confused. He looked at his phone blankly, and an electronic document was opened on the screen. The title clearly read - "Teach you step-by-step to become a barista."

Guan Yang: "..."

Chu He had always been the type to do things in a low voice. He counted the number of people silently. Every time someone praised Lin Jiashu, he would take out his mobile phone and report it to Director Zhao, lest he would not admit it in the end.

Lin Jiashu's face glowed red. He had never been surrounded by so many people and praised him in his life. He felt a little elated for a moment, almost thinking that he was a psychologist with outstanding abilities.

——Lin Jiashu deeply felt that the previous method was effective. He repeated his old tricks, and his well-connected and enthusiastic colleagues volunteered to take charge. The atmosphere was even more enthusiastic than when he was in the planning department, and the task was completed in almost no time.

"Ming Huan, are you tired? How about I reject the rest of the people?" Lin Jiashu was like an attentive bitch, nodding and bowing to greet Shen Minghuan.

Shen Minghuan said flatly: "No."

"One Hundred Ways to Make Coffee" He only tried the thirteenth one.

Seeing that Lin Jiashu's mission was almost completed, Qi Yunzhou, who had a bad start, couldn't help but feel a little envious.

He raised his eyes and called out, "Ming Huan."

Although he couldn't do it, Shen Minghuan would definitely find a way. Qi Yunzhou's eyes were full of expectation and help.

Shen Minghuan's hands shook.

Actors are really amazing, as if they can become completely different people just by putting on makeup.

But even though the makeup artist is very skilled, Shen Minghuan feels extremely uncomfortable when he thinks that the person wearing such a coquettish look is Qi Yunzhou.

"Ming Huan, please help." Qi Yunzhou clasped his hands together in a plea.

Shen Minghuan: "..."

Shen Minghuan's face was expressionless, but the hand holding the coffee shook even more.

Coffee was spilled, staining the table black.

"Ming Huan." Qi Yunzhou exclaimed quietly, quickly took the coffee cup from Shen Minghuan and put it aside, "Are you okay? Are your hands burned?"

Shen Minghuan shook his head slightly and stretched out his hand for him to inspect.

Colleagues were one step slower than Qi Yunzhou. They did not dare to get too close to Shen Minghuan, so they had to talk to Lin Jiashu from the outside: "It looks a little red. There is scald medicine at the front desk. I'll go get it."

The cleaning lady who was working nearby came over quickly with the cleaning tools and said, "Young man, please give way, don't get it on your clothes."

Realizing that this was the opportunity created by Shen Minghuan for him, Qi Yunzhou did not dare to delay. He quickly took the tools from his aunt and began to clean the table: "I won't bother you, I'll do it."

Auntie, whose hands were empty before she could react: "...thank you?"

Today's young people are pretty good at it.

Several people who heard the keyword were overjoyed, "You're welcome!"

Qi Yunzhou returned the tool to his aunt and said "thank you" sincerely. Then he moved closer to Shen Minghuan and whispered, "Minghuan, don't do this again. The task is not as important as you."

Due to the character design, Shen Minghuan could only remain expressionless.

He wanted to say that of course he knew that he was the most important in the world, but he was only a little red after being burned, and he was not even injured. There was no need to be so exaggerated, right?

Shen Minghuan didn't want to pay attention to them. He hated the smell of all medicines, let alone applying any burning cream.

Shen Minghuan chose to continue tinkering with the coffee machine.

The enthusiastic colleague came back slowly with a cup, and was about to go through the back door to cut in line and ask Shen Minghuan to give him another cup. Before he got close, he heard that Shen Minghuan's hand had been burned by the coffee.

According to the rumors among the people, Shen Minghuan seemed to have been severely burned, so severe that he needed to call an ambulance.

The enthusiastic colleagues were shocked.

Shen Minghuan was already very unhealthy mentally, and as a result, he became physically ill just one day after going to work. How could he explain this to his unscrupulous parents? To say the least, this is a hand that can assemble a computer, write programs, and make coffee!

The enthusiastic colleague quickened his pace. Unexpectedly, the spacious tea room suddenly became crowded. He accidentally bumped into a group of people next to him, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't pay attention... huh? Mr. Shen?"

The voice of the enthusiastic colleague was high with surprise, and the tone was a little distorted. This was the first time he had seen this scene in so long since he had been in the company: his boss, his boss’s boss, his boss’s boss’s boss… and their biggest boss, and their future biggest boss.

At this moment, his biggest boss, President Shen Zhou, was looking at Shen Minghuan who was holding a cup of coffee in the middle of the crowd.

Shen Zhou, who had always been indifferent to emotions and anger, had too complicated emotions in his eyes at this moment. He didn't even notice that he was hit by someone, as if all his attention was focused on that person.

Shen Minghuan never looked at people directly, he always lowered his head slightly, moved his gaze upward, and peeked through the gaps in his hair, which always gave people a cold and terrifying feeling. But at this moment, he raised his head, and his thick bangs looked not as long as before. His eyebrows were fully exposed, and they were unexpectedly clear.

He is the kind of person who would think he is good-looking just by looking at his eyes.

The people around him unconsciously became quiet.

The atmosphere was really weird. The two of them looked at each other, and those with a bigger imagination could already imagine three million words of love and hatred.

A careful person can even notice Shen Zhou's reddish eyes.

Qi Yunzhou and Wen Jianyan looked at each other and took a few steps forward in tacit agreement, blocking Shen Minghuan from the left and right behind them.

Shen Zhou didn't care. Strictly speaking, he didn't even notice the two people's little moves.

He stared at Shen Minghuan closely and said sadly: "I have trained you for so many years, is it because I asked you to do this?"

It's okay to let a good heir of the Shen Group go to the entertainment industry to be an actor, but now he's not a good big star and come here to make coffee for others?

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Shen Zhou thought countless times about what it would be like to see his eldest son again.

Maybe Shen Minghuan became famous and despised his old-fashionedness; maybe they were no longer young at that time and could let go of their past disputes.

Of course, what he is most looking forward to is that Shen Minghuan finally realizes that the entertainment industry is not a good place, admits his mistake to him with tears and shouts, and deeply reflects on his naivety and ignorance to his right old father, who will forgive him with great mercy.

But he didn't expect that they would be so ordinary when they actually met.

Shen Minghuan has changed a lot.

Shen Zhou knew that his eldest son was often overly complacent, but he didn't take it to heart. As for the high-spirited young people, they should be young and energetic, and it will be fine when they grow up.

But this doesn't mean that he wants to see Shen Minghuan become so low-key and timid.

His eldest son had never even been in the kitchen before, but now he was ordered by a group of people to serve tea, water and coffee in order to make a living, and even burned his hand.

Shenghua's atmosphere needs to be rectified, Shen Zhou thought through gritted teeth.

They are currently having a family meeting in a separate conference room. On the surface, there are only three people, Shen Zhou, Shen Minghuan, and Shen Mingle. In fact, Director Zhao and his entire team are watching with burning eyes behind the monitor.

The assistant director was uneasy: "Old Zhao, do we want to continue?"

Shen Minghuan is a very mysterious person. There are always things that cannot be broadcast when encountering him. Although the assistant director does not know what the situation is now, his intuition seems to be that there is something ulterior.

Director Zhao couldn't bear it.

He knew rationally that he should cut off the signal now, but even if he as a director did not consider the variety show ratings, as Zhao Tianxing, he still wanted to hear the gossip.

Everyone present is not stupid. In the past, when hearing the name Shen Minghuan, it could be interpreted as a coincidence. Now looking at Shen Zhou's unusual attitude and Shen Mingle's somewhat familiar face, no one can ignore the relationship between Shen Minghuan and Shen Zhou anymore. relation.

Director Zhao convinced himself that this time it had nothing to do with state secrets, it was just Shen Minghuan's family affairs. It wouldn't matter if he listened a little...right? At worst, it's just a matter of cutting it off in the end.

Director Zhao suddenly felt a chill in his back. He turned around and saw Xu Xiangdong smiling politely at him.

Director Zhao: "..."

"Close it." Director Zhao gave the order angrily and helplessly. The next second, Xu Xiangdong led Jiang Yi into the gate of Shenghua Technology with his head held high.

Director Zhao became even more angry.

Why can Xu Xiangdong go in and watch? He can't even have the broadcast!

Shen Zhou, who still knew nothing about these things, looked across at his son who made him proud and saddened, and felt that all the resentment and blame in the past had vanished into smoke at this moment, leaving only a heart full of heartache and helplessness.

He thought he would beat Shen Minghuan with his own hands when they met, but when this man appeared in front of him in such an embarrassed and depressed state, he couldn't do it anymore.

Even if he breaks the law, even if he is a heinous person, even if he is wanted, he is still his son.

The whole world can give up on this man, but he can't because he is Shen Minghuan's father.

"Why don't you speak?"

Shen Zhou had thousands of words in his heart, but he opened his mouth, but in the end he did not say those words wrapped in blood and tears. He paused: "Do you blame me for calling out your identity in public?"

Shen Minghuan, who had no intention of concealing anything, blinked: "What?"

Shen Zhou sighed, "Stop pretending, I know everything. Tell me, what did you commit?"

Shen Minghuan: "???"

Shen Mingle, who was in extremely high spirits and could not sit still with excitement, was also stunned on the spot.

Shen Zhou hated the iron, and said with unconcealed distress in his tone: "Why don't you go home? Can't I still drive you out? You don't have money to tell me, the Shen Group won't be able to support you Pick up a you.”

"What's the big deal if you do something wrong? After you go in, reflect on it and try to get out as soon as possible. From now on, you will still be the eldest young master of the Shen family. Let me see who dares to say anything against you!"

Before Shen Minghuan said anything, Shen Mingle became excited first.

He slammed the table and shouted angrily: "Dad, why are you cursing your brother so much? He is your son, can't you just hope for him?"

Xu Xiangdong, who happened to hear these words at the door, was shocked.

curse? Is there really a struggle between wealthy families?