The actor is slapped in the face by the chef every day

Gangsters kidnap people, either for money or for their lives.

It's a pity that this time, the gangster who kidnapped Mr. Actor is not ordinary.

This is so-so.

The car drove to a villa, far away from the urban area. Ah San, who was bumping all the way, almost spit out the champagne he secretly drank in Fujinghui's room in the morning.

When they arrived at their destination, the other party opened the car door and carried Mr. Actor Actor out of the car.

The whole movement was gentle, if Ah San hadn't seen the stick Fu Jinghui was given by the other party, she would have thought that this person in front of her was friends with Fu Jinghui.

"Have you got it? Didn't anyone find it?"

He carried Mr. Yingdi into the gate, and an old man came out to welcome him.He is not young, but his hair is still old and painted with green paint and oiled. His black hair accentuates the creases on his face, and the effect is particularly frightening.His eyes were like snakes, and the cloudy eyeballs revealed a greasy light.

"Everything is going well, Mr. Wang."

Respectfully replied, the man hugged Fu Jinghui, avoiding the old man who wanted to take Mr. Film King's hand: "He was knocked out by me, I will send him to the upstairs bedroom to lie down first, if you have anything to say, wait until he wakes up." talk later."

The displeasure flashed across his face, and the old man quickly put on a smile:

"Of course, of course, I've been waiting for so long, and I'm not in a hurry. Xiaohe, thank you for your hard work this time."

As the old man finished speaking, the man raised his face, and finally most of the face covered by the hat was revealed——

"Ah!" Unexpectedly, it was He Gang, Ah San exclaimed for a moment.

"who!"

Hearing the sound vigilantly, He Gang suddenly turned his head to look around.

Blaming herself for not holding back her voice, Ah San saw the old man searching this way, and her heart rose in her throat for a moment.

Da da da.

Two meters away from the door where Miss Onion was hiding, a cat poked its head—this one was just taking a nap, and when he heard the movement, he opened his eyes in a daze.

I'm sorry, Brother Cat.Thinking silently in her heart, Ah San jumped on the cat's tail with all her strength——

"Meow——" a shrill meow sounded, and the white cat jumped out from behind the door immediately after suffering the unforeseen disaster.

"It turned out to be a cat." Instantly relaxed, the old man turned his head and said to He Gang:

"It's okay, Xiaohe, you can send this kid upstairs first."

Taking advantage of the time when the old man turned around, Ah San quietly slipped out along the unclosed gate and along the base of the wall.

She needs to call the police immediately!

No, an onion called the police, what if the police came and were fooled by He Gang?

Or call A Luo first.

Having made up her mind, Ah San started looking for a phone number.

In the wilderness, and so far away from the city, Miss Onion was in a hurry when an acquaintance came over.

"...Father-in-law...I am sincere to Miss Momo...Why can't you let me stay?" An inarticulate voice sounded, and a crooked figure emerged from the grass far away from the road. Swayed over.

As the figure came over, there was also a smell that instantly refreshed the mind.

——Mr. Durian, old acquaintance.

"Hey, do you know where there is a phone nearby? If you are willing to help me, shall I take you there!" Stretching out an onion leaf, Ah San tried to grab the drunk durian, but was stabbed.

pain!

Picking a grass from the side field instead, she poked the guy.

Fortunately, Mr. Durian, who is too drunk, still has a conditioned reflex to the word "meme".

"You are... the onion girl with Miss Momo." Recognizing Ah San with dim eyes, Mr. Durian thought for a while: "Phone? On the way I came, there was a family with a phone. "

"Take me there quickly!" Tie a buckle with grass, and lead Mr. Dulian to prevent him from wandering away. Ah San pulls him and lets him lead the way:

"I have something very urgent, I need to call your father-in-law for help!"

Fu Jinghui felt that his neck was pinched by the door.

The whole person was dizzy.

Originally, he was about to get in the car to go to the press conference, but before he could say hello to Nanfeng, he felt a pain in the back of his neck, and then he didn't know anything.

Robbery?

The law and order in Paris is really bad.

After struggling to lift his heavy eyelids, Fu Jinghui finally opened them.

He was lying flat on a bed, soft and covered with a duvet.

The sweet aroma drilled into the nose, and on the ceiling, the light of a crystal lamp shone finely.

"woke up?"

A slightly hoarse voice sounded.

As if his neck was rusted, Fu Jinghui turned his head and followed the direction of the voice, stunned:

"Director He? Why are you here?"

"I invited you to be our guest. Why can't I be here? Who do you want to meet, that little boy named Chen?" With a cold snort, He Gang leaned on the chair beside the bed.

Hearing the "surname Chen", he remembered Director Chen and the news about him. He shook his neck, which felt like it was about to break, and got up from the bed:

"Hello Director He, goodbye Director He. I still have something to do, let's talk next time."

An arm stopped him.

"Are you going to the press conference? That happened yesterday. Because of your absence, the media has already convinced you that you have a guilty conscience. And because you can't be found anywhere, everyone in the country knows that the male god Fu Jinghui tried to avoid it... , I have completely disappeared and refused to meet people. Your reputation has been ruined."

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"Where to go?"

"Tokyo."

"So many together? Pay first."

"That... Can you take us to the destination first, and ask our family to pay there?"

"Nongshuo?" Garlic, who was registering the list, was taken aback for a moment, ran out in surprise even with the accent, and put down the pen in his hand:

"There are so many of you, the combined travel expenses are not a small amount. If I don't pay the money at that time, won't I have to lose a lot?"

Another Garlic heard the movement, and poked his head out from the back door: "No, no, there was a celery two days ago, and I tricked my elder brother to bring him to Beijing, and said that I would ask my family to pay for it. Well, when we get there, let him be unable to get through on the phone, come to find someone but can’t find the person who paid, and finally we have to work hard to beat him up, it’s really a big loss!"

Behind Guan Guan, a certain Mr. Celery shrank behind everyone and covered his face. Hearing this, he shook his body and blocked himself even more tightly, for fear of being discovered by these two garlics:

He was obviously the one who was beaten, but who knew that Ah Luo would suddenly leave and go to Tokyo?After being beaten up by these two, he is the one whose face is almost disfigured now, is it a big loss, okay?

"Ahem," cleared his throat, Guan Guan pulled the celery in, and stepped forward, trying to negotiate with the two garlics.

"Our family is in Tokyo, and we have already talked on the phone. We will never go there without paying." As the head of the family, Guan Guan has always been upright. That said, it's much more convincing.

Garlic, who had already been cheated once, did not dare to make a decision without authorization. The two brothers discussed it and made a decision:

"You guys wait a moment." Garlic, who was sitting at the table and recorded before, said, "The situation is a bit special right now. We have to discuss it with our elder brother before we can decide. Let's wait for a while."

That Garlic got up and walked around behind the door.There was only an indistinct voice of conversation, and then a slightly raised voice came out through the door of the cubicle:

"Another group of people who want to get on the bus first and then pay for the fare? When I am here, 'love to send warmth' or 'send migrant workers home in action'?"

"—Tell them to pay or get out!"

With the sound of displeasure, Garlic rolled out of the door directly.

The one inside seemed to have a bad temper.

The hearts of everyone waiting outside couldn't help but sink when they saw this.

"Our eldest brother doesn't agree. I'm sorry everyone. If you can't pay the toll, please go out and turn right, and walk slowly."

Patting the ashes on his body, he stood up, as if he wasn't the guy who just rolled out of the door like a ball, he calmly asked the officials to pay the bill.

"I can assure you that I will never renege on my debt, and I will pay the money as soon as I arrive in Tokyo." Pressing on the table, Guan Guan made a promise to the other party.

It's a pity that promises are the least valuable these days.

Garlic signaled them with his eyes: If you can’t pay the money, go away.

"If we can't pay the money, even if you beat us up at that time, we won't complain." Zi Gu had a heroic expression on his face.

What, there are still people who ask to be beaten up these days?

Looking at Shigu who stepped forward, and Mr. Cactus who was pulled out with her, with a dazed expression, Garlic had a hellish expression on his face:

Don't you run into a neuropathy?Have chemical pollution and smog affected the IQ of their vegetables?

"Don't be wordy, if you don't leave, I'm going to do it right away..." Waving his hands away, the two garlics were quite impatient.

"Don't go, don't go, doesn't it mean that as long as you get beaten and suffer a little, you can go to Tokyo to see A Luo? I don't want to stay in Beijing, where I don't know where I live. I want to go home. I miss A Luo. Boom..."

This Zigu is not very old, and he has been with Li Luo for less than a year after opening his spiritual wisdom, so he is not very shrewd.Now that she was rejected for a long-distance trek, she was already very resistant to the cold and heavily polluted Beijing. She was emotional for a while, and pointed at her roots, crying directly.

Mr. Celery who was pointed out: ... I don't know that they have a long-term mind this time, they actually know to collect money first before bringing people.

Inadvertently looked at the direction of Shigu, but Garlic thought he was dazzled, so he checked again, picked up the stick on the side and was about to go forward:

"Good boy, it's you again! I said, why are there so many people who have no money and want to fly on the Bawang plane, and you dare to invite it? Last time the toll was not paid, did my brother and I hit you? The beating is too light, you don't have a long memory, you dare to come to our house a second time if you recognize our family?"

Fleeing away, Mr. Celery saw that he was exposed, and he kept digging under the seat: "Slapping Celery doesn't slap me in the face, you almost disfigured me last time, why are you here again?"

For a moment, the cabin was full of chaos.

"What are you arguing about, why are you making such a fuss by asking you to kick people out...Guanguan, why are you here?"

Annoyed by the noise outside, Tudou came out and was about to scold Garlic for not being able to do anything, but when he saw the conspicuous official standing in the middle, he exclaimed.

The flood flooded the Dragon King Temple, and the family did not know the family.

Since we are old acquaintances, everything is easy to handle.

"At the beginning, when I heard this kid call A Luo's name, I thought it might be a child who was added later, so I kindly took him for a ride. But I didn't see A Luo later. I thought it was just a fake liar. I didn't expect that today As soon as I saw it, even you came."

Take Guan Guan and the others to the interior to sit down, Tudou drives out the blind garlic, and waits for the business to come.

"Back then you were going out to make a living, but you did a good job and even got into the airplane business." Feeling very moved by the current development of the old friend, Guan Guan told the other party why they came.

"Leave it to me! Tonight's plane will arrive in Tokyo in a short time, and I will definitely send you all to Ah Luo in person!"

He patted his chest and promised that Tudou was willing to send vegetables to Tokyo for free.

Everyone heard this and cheered excitedly:

I can finally go back!

☆, French foie gras

The author has something to say: Italy, Venice.

Although it is called a water city, in winter, the cold days still drop in temperature.

The heavy curtains were drawn, and the room was dark.

The exhaustion filled the whole room, and it was hard to tell whether it was day or night outside—although for those who were deeply in love, there was no difference between day and night in bed.

The mobile phone placed on the bedside table kept vibrating, and the indomitable posture made a pair of arms finally stretch out from the pure black quilt.

Slender, pure white, with dark red marks all over it, like rose petals.The knuckles of her fingers were well-proportioned, and she stroked the silk quilt bit by bit, groping for the phone.

Slowly swiping the phone away and bringing it closer to my ear, a female voice that was a bit urgent but still trying to hold back sounded from the other end of the phone:

"Miss Meng, the chicken soup you wanted before has been simmered. The ingredients are ready, when will you come over and have a taste?"

It was Liu Xinran.

In the darkness, the eyes that hadn't been fully opened suddenly lit up, like the aurora in the snowy night.

—The fish is hooked.

Everything went according to plan.

"Your home cooking is always good, of course I want to taste it myself." A slightly hoarse voice sounded, Meng Tian felt a little thirsty, pursed his lips, and propped himself up with one arm:

"Today is a fine day, I'll go find you."

According to the plan, Liu Xinran should have prepared a camera and related equipment at the place where He Gang was at this moment, just waiting for the evidence to be convincing this time, and send him and the old man to prison as companions.

After hanging up the phone, she lifted a corner of the quilt and prepared to get out of bed lightly.

However, her wrist was grabbed.

"Why, after sleeping with me, you just plan to leave like this, aren't you responsible for me?" The lazy Italian sounded, charming and attractive.

Like the fallen angels in the Bible, tempting people to perish.

Meng Yan's back stiffened, but when he turned his head, his face was already full of tenderness:

"Did I wake you up?"

Holding the hand extended by the man, she glanced at him with a hint of anger and a smile: "It's only been a short time since you haven't slept all night, but you have the energy to prevent me from running away?"

The man on the bed was bare-chested, revealing a smooth collarbone. His golden eyes were quietly watching her, possessing a charm that no woman could resist.

If we say that Fu Jinghui's appearance gives people the impression of Zhuo Zhuo Qinglian, a gentleman who is dignified and refined; Li Luo gives people the impression of a quiet mountain stream, quiet and restrained, which can be seen from a distance but not approached; Then this man completely abandoned the image of a gentleman in the traditional sense, like a blue enchantress in the dark night, full of danger and temptation.

Right now, this blue enchantress has just been picked by the agent—all night.

With a slight force on his hand, he pulled the half-sitting Meng Tian back to the bed.The man stretched out his ape arms, and with the light of the mobile phone screen, he gently kissed the manager's forehead:

"Then, do you want to run, my lord queen?"

It is true that Meng Tian has always been very queen-like, and those colleagues would jokingly call her "Queen" at work, but now that these two words are spoken from a man's mouth, her back feels numb for no reason.

"You want to go to Paris? Unfortunately, I don't want to agree. That person is already ruined. Even if you rush there, there is nothing you can do."

The male voice next to the ear was like thunder on the ground, making Meng Tian's heart skip a beat.

However, the other party has more to say: "Why do you worry so much about that man? I am much more considerate than him. These few days, all your time belongs to me. "

Looking up at Alan like a ghost, Meng Tian tried hard to see how much the other party knew.

"Why do you look at me like that? You're so terrified that you don't have beautiful eyes. For a while, I still hope you can look at me admiringly and say I'm awesome - just like we did last night when we were together. "

He directly turned off Meng Tian's cell phone and threw it far away. Allen covered himself and locked the agent under him, so that the other party could not move, and sealed all her unspoken words with his mouth:

"It's only a week, let's not waste time on places other than the bed..."

Struggling vigorously with both hands to no avail, bound like meat skewers on a grill, the anger in Meng Yan's eyes was about to overflow, full of unwillingness.

"There are a total of 1 contestants in this competition. After careful discussion by the judges and teachers on the field, the contestant who won No.[-] will directly advance to the finals of the World Food Awards."

Under the spotlight, the male host wearing a bow tie held the microphone and excitedly announced the winner of this Tokyo station:

"The player who won No.1 in this competition is very special. He is very young, and he is also the only foreign player this year. His name is—"

"Li Luo!"

There was no expected applause, and most of the audience was unfamiliar with this name.

Even if you have seen the cooking process of the competition from afar, but with so many audiences, it is impossible to have the opportunity to taste the works of all the contestants. Everyone is not very sure about the true level of this so-called "No.1".

Most of the contestants were head chefs of star-rated hotels all over Japan. This sudden foreign name made the relatives of the contestants and the onlookers who didn't know the truth very confused.

Until Li Luo came to the stage to accept the award.

On the big screen on the stage, the whole process of Master Chef’s cooking was replayed: the knife skills are flying like butterflies, the dishes are bright in color, and a total of six dishes are put together.

The ten judges present were not fools, so naturally they would not award the award to a person who is not good at cooking.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to reach the finals, but their entire Tokyo jury.

Finally, the belated applause sounded deafeningly on the court.

In the judges' seat, Mr. Fujita's gaze was fixed on Li Luo.Seeing the appreciative smile on the old man's face, he couldn't help but blush with embarrassment:

If the other party was not willing to give him a chance to compete, the one standing on the podium today would have to be replaced.

"Next, we will invite Mr. Neil Stone, our sponsor of this gourmet award, to present awards to the winners." The host's voice changed Li Luo's thoughts.

Suspected that he had heard wrongly, if the master chef hadn't been looking at so many eyes staring at him, he could hardly help rubbing his ears, lest he would hallucinate:

Why is the name of this award presenter exactly the same as that person's!

As the cheerful music sounded, a blond man in a purple suit with a reserved face stepped onto the stage, took the trophy from the Miss Manners, and walked up to Li Luo step by step.

"A Luo." Looking at the stunned face of the chef, Neil seemed to have a sense of accomplishment, his blue eyes smiled, like ripples on the surface of a lake, swaying in circles, fascinated by the sight:

"Long time no see, do you miss me?"

Fu Jinghui was sure that he was imprisoned.

Except for the bedroom he saw as soon as he opened his eyes, he couldn't take a step out of the room.

"Be obedient, don't force me to lock you in the house with chains like before."

He Gang warned Fu Jinghui not to try to run around.

In fact, even if he wanted to escape, the doors and windows were locked, and there was no phone in the house, let alone his mobile phone, so it was really difficult to escape.

Trying to dig out a hole in the wall with a spoon like in American dramas, but looking at the toothpick in his hand, he still put the thing back silently...

Stay like this until the sun goes down, the red sunset slowly slides down the glass on the window, the moon is on the horizon, and is about to make a leap and leap into the sky.

The point in time when light and night meet, in ancient legends, is called——

Devil's hour.

"Clap."

The originally locked door was opened.

Surprised by the movement, Fu Jinghui thought it was He Gang who had arrived, and stared at the door vigilantly.

— but not.

The first thing that catches the eye is a dinner plate.

Five dark brown slices are neatly arranged on it, with a fine texture, the wine red sauce soaks them, and fried golden and crisp apple slices.Carrots are lined up with mashed potatoes.

Several cherries are dotted on it, and on the purplish red color, there are tiny water droplets, reflecting the brilliant light projected by the crystal lamp.

It's foie gras.

Together with caviar and truffle, it is listed as one of the "Three Great Delicacy in the World".

Appearing at the door following the foie gras was an old cucumber with a green-painted face.

The traces of time can make a person's face calm and elegant, and can also make a person... a wretched appearance.

Although he is not young, but the other party has oiled his hair, with a head of black but sparse hair, coupled with the bark-like folds under the hair... The effect is as terrifying as it is.

If the tree demon grandmother in "A Chinese Ghost Story" really has a prototype, it is probably this face.

"Yo, you're awake? I guess it's about the same time."

Seeing Fu Jinghui standing by the bed, the old man looked at the window inadvertently, and after making sure that the doors and windows had not been touched, he nodded in satisfaction, and walked over with the plate:

"Since you're awake, let's eat something."

Putting the plate on the small table, the old man's cloudy eyes scanned Fu Jinghui's body, and he felt uncomfortable all over, as if he had been crawled over by a snake.

Glancing at the foie gras on the small table, Fu Jinghui didn't move.

"Why, do you still want to insist on not eating?" The old man sneered because his attitude of non-violence and non-cooperation touched a certain nerve:

"I'm not He Gang's sympathetic master. If you still can't see the situation clearly, I don't mind whipping you again to make you obey."

In my memory, there is no picture of this old man, but hearing the other party's tone, it seems that the other party was also involved in the original incident?

Those blurred images about scolding and whipping in his mind, isn't that face that can't be seen clearly He Gang?

Anxiety welled up in his heart, and he instinctively told Fu Jinghui not to offend the old man in front of him.

"It's just that you really take yourself seriously after you have won a few awards. If it weren't for your face, you should have disappeared in the entertainment industry with your bad temper. Circled."

The door was locked again, and the old man leaned on the sofa, staring at Fu Jinghui picking up the knife and fork and reaching for the foie gras on the plate.

Such eager eyes made Fu Jinghui stop subconsciously, always thinking that eating the foie gras would cause bad things.

"Why did you stop? The super-grade foie gras I specially asked people to buy, don't you want to give me some face?"

The eyes were rather unfriendly, and the other party spoke sinisterly.

The fork in his hand suddenly felt like it weighed a thousand catties. Fu Jinghui didn't eat it now, and he didn't eat it. There was only one thought in his mind:

This "Mr. Wang", who are you? I want to show you face?

As soon as he returned to the backstage, Li Luo saw Mr. Xu standing there with a dazed expression.

"Teacher..." He stepped forward and called softly, he knew it was because of the unexpected appearance of that person, which made the teacher full of emotions.

"I've grown taller and thinner. The clothes look decent, and I can see that I'm doing well. I can be a prize presenter for the competition..." With a smile on his face, Mr. Xu grabbed the chef Adult's hand:

"What do you think of my clothes now? Does the whole person look fine?"

This is preparing to wait to see Neil later, does the teacher want to maintain his glorious image?

Just about to persuade the teacher to relax, suddenly there was a "buzzing" sound.

There was no one in the background at this time, and this movement seemed particularly noticeable.

It was Li Luo's phone that was vibrating.

Only then did he realize that there was something wrong, and Mr. Xu hurriedly handed over the mobile phone to his apprentice: "Here, answer your call quickly, and don't delay my meeting with my apprentice later."

Really, I said before that I wanted to beat up my junior brother, but before the official meeting, my heart softened, and I took each "disciple" one by one.

Previously, the teacher had always only called "that person".

"Hello—" Li Luo spoke after the call was connected.

"A Luo, come quickly, Fu Jinghui was robbed by He Gang in an accident!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was so loud that Li Luo's eardrums hurt, and it kept buzzing.

It's Ah San.

This guy actually memorized his phone number, which is really rare.In the past, apart from Guan Guan, few people in the family could remember his string of phone numbers.

"Ah San, how are you doing in Paris? I'll be there in a few days... Wait, what did you just say?!" Reflexively asked about Ah San's recent situation, Li Luo suddenly came back to his senses, realizing what he had just heard:

"You said, Fu Jinghui was robbed by He Gang? That wife divorced him, and He Gang who made headlines with Fu Jinghui? That cuckold director?"

"He's not wearing a cuckold, he's wearing a black peaked cap!" Unable to understand the complex references in human society, Ah San asked Mr. Dulian to go outside the house to avoid the wind, in case the owner came back and saw an onion on the phone, At that time, it is estimated that the gains and losses will be insane and the police will be called.

"A Luo, don't worry about these things for now. Anyway, come to a yard with many plane trees in the suburbs of Paris. Fu Jinghui is locked in by them. Come and save him!" Urging his master chef, Ah San All hope is pinned on the other party.

"Okay, don't worry, watch the other party's movements for me, and be careful not to be discovered. Before I arrive in Paris, don't act without authorization!" Tell Ah San, the chef is going to talk to the teacher first Say it and go straight to Paris.

As a result, his trousers got caught.

"A Luo! We finally found you!"

In the corner, grabbing Master Chef's trousers, Zi Gu said with tears in his eyes, "Ah Luo, we walked a long way, and finally found you."

"Hey, why are you here too!" Hearing the movement, Meme poked her head out of her pocket, very excited.

On one side, Guan Guan and Qin Cai climbed onto Li Luo's trousers together:

"But let me find you. You can really run. You came to Tokyo directly from Beijing. We almost got lost."

Surprised to put the little ones into the coat pockets, Li Luo explained to them as he walked: "Something happened to Fu Jinghui, I'm going to Paris. Now that we're all here, let's not separate. You guys hide later, let's go together."

As long as you can be with the chef, you can go anywhere.

Guan Guan said that he had no objection, and it would be good to go to Paris, just to bring that guy Ah San back.

I rushed to the backstage, only to see Neil walking towards this side.

His expression was a little excited, Mr. Xu's eyes were slightly red, and he watched his little apprentice walking over: "Ni——"

The blond man passed Mr. Xu directly.

Xu Anhe: ...What's the situation, apprentice, you're not moving right?

Neil didn't stop until he walked up to the head chef:

"A Luo, I haven't seen you for five years, do you miss me?"

"The teacher is still standing here, why can't you say hello to the old man first? Where have you learned the rules!" He scolded his junior with a cold face, and then Li Luo saw his master's extremely moved expression.

"Okay." Shrugging helplessly, Neil turned to Mr. Xu and said, "Teacher, long time no see, are you all right?"

"Well, well..." Nodding incessantly, the old man couldn't stop his red eyes from hearing the voice he missed every day, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his tears.

Swah——

After greeting, Neil quickly turned around and continued to face Li Luo: "Okay, I've said hello. Shall we talk?"

"Over the years, you should have seen my related reports, right? The market you were not optimistic about before has been taken by me now. For five years, I have been thinking about how to surpass you all the time. You have also seen this game , I am the biggest sponsor. When the award was just presented, I made up my mind - I, Neil, will officially declare war on you, and I will completely defeat you in the next Global Food Awards final..."

"Excuse me, interrupt me." Patting his junior brother impassionedly announced, Li Luo looked at the watch on his wrist:

"I'm in a hurry to save my people. If you have anything to say, you can talk about it next time."

"See you."

After waving with the old and the young in the room, the chef left gracefully without taking a cloud with him.

Only the little junior brother and his own teacher were left in the circle, staring at each other, and it took a long time to come back to their senses:

My well-prepared reunion prologue was interrupted like this? ? ?

The promised momentum is like a rainbow!

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In fact, the younger brother is just a brat, pretending to be a failure 2333333

Because the memory had been erased, under the stimulation of He Gang, the scattered memories restored by the film king were not accurate.From this chapter, it can be seen that there were two people who imprisoned him at that time—well, that’s right, there was this old man.Many truths at that time still need to be unraveled slowly. Although He Gang is not a good person, he has not been particularly cruel to the actor, so now the actor is in a very dangerous situation, and what he is facing is What a pervert.Thank you Ah San for remembering Master Chef’s phone number, otherwise I don’t know when he will find out that his second-hand product has been kidnapped [Wang Tian], the next episode Master Chef is a hero to save the beauty!

Venice, Italy.

Although it is called a water city, in winter, the cold days still drop in temperature.

The heavy curtains were drawn, and the room was dark.

The exhaustion filled the whole room, and it was hard to tell whether it was day or night outside—although for those who were deeply in love, there was no difference between day and night in bed.

The mobile phone placed on the bedside table kept vibrating, and the indomitable posture made a pair of arms finally stretch out from the pure black quilt.

Slender, pure white, with dark red marks all over it, like rose petals.The knuckles of her fingers were well-proportioned, and she stroked the silk quilt bit by bit, groping for the phone.

Slowly swiping the phone away and bringing it closer to my ear, a female voice that was a bit urgent but still trying to hold back sounded from the other end of the phone:

"Miss Meng, the chicken soup you wanted before has been simmered. The ingredients are ready, when will you come over and have a taste?"

It was Liu Xinran.

In the darkness, the eyes that hadn't been fully opened suddenly lit up, like the aurora in the snowy night.

—The fish is hooked.

Everything went according to plan.

"Your home cooking is always good, of course I want to taste it myself." A slightly hoarse voice sounded, Meng Tian felt a little thirsty, pursed his lips, and propped himself up with one arm:

"Today is a fine day, I'll go find you."

According to the plan, Liu Xinran should have prepared a camera and related equipment at the place where He Gang was at this moment, just waiting for the evidence to be convincing this time, and send him and the old man to prison as companions.

After hanging up the phone, she lifted a corner of the quilt and prepared to get out of bed lightly.

However, her wrist was grabbed.

"Why, after sleeping with me, you just plan to leave like this, aren't you responsible for me?" The lazy Italian sounded, charming and attractive.

Like the fallen angels in the Bible, tempting people to perish.

Meng Yan's back stiffened, but when he turned his head, his face was already full of tenderness:

"Did I wake you up?"

Holding the hand extended by the man, she glanced at him with a hint of anger and a smile: "It's only been a short time since you haven't slept all night, but you have the energy to prevent me from running away?"

The man on the bed was bare-chested, revealing a smooth collarbone. His golden eyes were quietly watching her, possessing a charm that no woman could resist.

If we say that Fu Jinghui's appearance gives people the impression of Zhuo Zhuo Qinglian, a gentleman who is dignified and refined; Li Luo gives people the impression of a quiet mountain stream, quiet and restrained, which can be seen from a distance but not approached; Then this man completely abandoned the image of a gentleman in the traditional sense, like a blue enchantress in the dark night, full of danger and temptation.

Right now, this blue enchantress has just been picked by the agent—all night.

With a slight force on his hand, he pulled the half-sitting Meng Tian back to the bed.The man stretched out his ape arms, and with the light of the mobile phone screen, he gently kissed the manager's forehead:

"Then, do you want to run, my lord queen?"

It is true that Meng Tian has always been very queen-like, and those colleagues would jokingly call her "Queen" at work, but now that these two words are spoken from a man's mouth, her back feels numb for no reason.

"you