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

The author has something to say: Looking at the raindrops outside the window, the hesitation in Fu Jinghui's eyes flashed away.

But the softness in his heart towards Mr. Chef was quickly washed away by Neil's sinister smile and the non-existent slander on the newspaper's Weibo.

Unforgivable.

"Let him stand at the door. Whether he goes or stays is his business. I can't control it, and I don't want to." After regaining his indifference, he glanced at the snail shells piled up on the table, Fu Jinghui She shook hands and went to the kitchen to wash her hands, leaving a sentence to Chen Yelin from a distance:

"You wash the dishes."

Knowing that the other party was annoyed by him mentioning that person, Chen Yelin shook his head helplessly, and resigned to his fate to clean up the mess on the table.

And the rain outside the window was getting heavier.

Standing on the steps at the entrance of the villa, Li Luo's clothes were drenched by the rain.

When Fu Jinghui asked Meng Tian's contact person to renovate the house, he specifically told him not to have that kind of silly eaves that stretched out for a long time, so the gate of Mr. Yingdi's house really didn't keep out the rain.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" After walking around the house, seeing Li Luo standing at the door soaking in the rain, Momo couldn't help being a little surprised:

"You really went all out, even resorted to bitter tricks?"

The imperial capital in early spring was still a bit cold, and the head chef whose clothes were soaked by the rain trembled a little: "As long as he can vent his anger, my rain is nothing."

"Go back, don't waste your time here, Fu Jinghui won't come out." Finally, Momo couldn't bear to see her former parents like this.

Shaking his head and refusing, Li Luo insisted: "I will wait for him to come out, and stand here until he relieves himself."

"Do you think I'm just here to coax you back?" He snorted angrily, and was almost irritated by this stupid mind: "It's impossible for Fu Jinghui to come out to see you! Do you think you and Neil It hurts his heart so much, if you pretend to be miserable in the rain, he won't be angry and soft-hearted? Do you still think of him as Fu Jinghui from the past?"

If it was Fu Jinghui from the past, he might really look down on others suffering in the rain and forgive Li Luo.However, the one in the room now is Fu Jinghui who has recovered his memory.

He will be revenged, narrow-minded and vengeful, and his temper will be tempered at a time. The more he is forced, the more disgusting he is.

Li Luo standing in the rain like this, not only won't make Fu Jinghui feel bad, but it will make him remember the days when he lived alone on the streets in Paris and was ridiculed by the media.

If the "bitter trick" is played off, the reverse effect will be terrible...

Facts have proved that what you said is not wrong.

Half an hour later, Fu Jinghui still didn't open the door, Li Luo stood in the rain, his lips turned blue.

An hour later, Fu Jinghui still hadn't opened the door, and Li Luo was standing on the steps, already on the verge of falling.

"You really don't want to go out? I think he will have a serious illness if he does this again."

By the window on the second floor, Chen Yelin stood beside Fu Jinghui, looked at someone downstairs who was standing like a statue, and then looked back at Fu Jinghui.

"Playing bitter tricks with me?" With a sneer, Fu Jinghui's eyes were a little annoyed:

"Let him stand, and stand for as long as he likes! At the beginning, I was deceived by such a sincere appearance, and I was obedient. Now, do you still want to use the old trick to trick me?"

"But I think he really can't hold it anymore..." Looking worriedly at the swaying figure downstairs, Chen Yelin was still uneasy: "Should you go down and drive first——ah!"

Exclaiming in surprise, Fu Jinghui was taken aback, and then heard Chen Yelin say: "Oops, I passed out!"

He was pulled aside by Chen Yelin, who ran downstairs to save him, and called while running: "Hello, Miss Mengtian? I need your help to call a car and contact the doctor..."

The legs stretched out in the air were retracted again, Fu Jinghui silently watched as Director Chen rushed to the door and carried Li Luo into the living room, withdrew the emergency call in his hand expressionlessly, and clenched his fingers into fists little by little.

"My big star, can you pity me as a manager? How many eyes are staring at the door of your villa, how many paparazzi are guarding, Li Luo, who is so big, has stood at your door for so long, and fainted from the rain. It’s over, what do you make those media think? Ah? Do you want people to talk about your character or style of work? Last time Liu Xinran ‘intercepted’ halfway, this time the other party simply came to you?”

As soon as he entered the door, the people brought by the commander carried Li Luo to the guest room, and a specialized doctor came to make a diagnosis. The manager lady sat on the sofa with a sad face after finishing her work, and babbled:

"Aren't you sending tomorrow's headlines to the other party? It's not like a young actor who just debuted needs scandal exposure. What are you thinking?"

Pressing his lips tightly, Fu Jinghui remained silent.

"Let me tell you, if someone asks later, we will say that Li Luo went to the wrong place for the wrong person, and found the original owner of the house. Don't say anything else that shouldn't be answered. ..."

Buzzing in his head, Meng Tian's voice disturbed Fu Jinghui, and the scene of Li Luo suddenly falling into the rain always appeared in his mind.

The mouth was dry, Meng Tian took a breath and looked up, and saw his artist's wandering appearance, so angry that he couldn't help but drank another large glass of water:

Well, such a long list, dare to say it is useless!

After the age of eight, Li Luo rarely got wet in the rain.

When he was a child, Guan Guan Ah San and the others accompanied him to roam around. There was no place to live in the debris pile under the bridge hole. When it rained in bad weather, Guan Guan and the others would help him find some wild vegetables in the wild to help him survive.

This kind of life lived until Li Luo was eight years old.

When he was eight years old, he met Xu An and Mr. Xu.

Due to long-term malnutrition, Li Luo grew up much thinner than children of the same age, and his face was pale. With his slender hands and feet, he looked like a puppet with slender limbs in a puppet show, and he was a little less popular.

Such a boy living on the street, but Mr. Xu noticed him at a glance.

It's not because of the poor clothes that don't match the pretty face, but because the other party is taking a wooden stick and adding a bunch of green grass leaves to a pot of soup with no discernible ingredients.

In the pot where the ingredients can't be seen clearly, the hot air floats into the nose, and the taste is not bad.

The gourmet master who was very surprised asked the boy curiously: what was added to the pot, and why did it taste so fragrant?

"Thunder Kola." After touching his face, eight-year-old Li Luo handed a handful of green plants to Xu Anhe's eyes: "Look, grandpa, this is it, it's delicious!"

As the grass leaves were stirring in the soup, Mr. Xu finally saw clearly what the ingredients in the pot were:

Two pieces of cleanly shaved pork bones that can't even see the shreds of pork, a small piece of ginger, a little goji berry, and finally the gotu kola just added.

And the "delicious" thing that Li Luo said was nothing but a weed that can be seen everywhere in the suburbs.

This kind of soup is almost cold, but in the hands of a boy, it seems to be the most delicious thing in the world.

The light in his eyes flashed, the old man looked at the boy, and suddenly made a decision:

"Will you follow me? Let me be your teacher and teach you more things that are a hundred times more delicious than this pot of soup?"

For many years after that, he still remembered the expression of Mr. Xu at that time: proud, joyful, and high-spirited.

And that person is enough to make him chase his whole life.

"Wake up, wake up, but it's considered awake, as long as nothing serious happens!"

Li Luo opened his heavy eyelids, but before he could see his surroundings clearly, he heard the familiar voice of the agent.

"Meng Tian?" A sound like sandpaper scraping across the ground came from Li Luo's mouth, his eyes were not clear, obviously he was still confused.

"I said, Mr. Li, don't come to pester me anymore after we're separated. Don't you make it difficult for Fu Jinghui to do this? You don't want to leave, and you fainted in the rain. I don't know, I thought What happened to Fu Jinghui and you..." Because she was the one who hired Li Luo to treat Fu Jinghui at the beginning, but later Fu Jinghui was sad and frustrated, Meng Tian always felt that it was her fault, if she hadn't found the chef My lord, these two people would never have met in the first place, nor would they cause so many troubles later on, so this time they met, they really didn't have a good attitude towards Li Luo.

Now in her eyes, Li Luo is just like a gangster who can turn Fu Jinghui's temperament into a violent temper at any time.

"Where's Fu Jinghui?" Looking around, Li Luo turned his neck to look for that familiar figure in the room.

However, nothing was found.

"Ahem, Director Chen is here as a guest, and Fu Jinghui is accompanying him! Mr. Li Luo, you can recuperate in this room with peace of mind, and go back to New York when you recover!"

Hurriedly sending this god away, the agent lady finished speaking, explained the doctor's diagnosis results and medication precautions, and then ran away quickly, for fear that the other party would ask her about Fu Jinghui's news again.

At this time, Fu Jinghui was cooking in the kitchen.

Stir-fry the sour bamboo shoots and pickled cabbage until fragrant, cook the ginger, garlic and carrots in the pot, cook the noodles in cold water, and add boiling water to the pot until half the pot is reached.The tenderloin is sliced ​​to taste, wrapped with egg white and chicken bouillon, and rolled into the noodle soup, the noodles are shiny and tender~ very tender, a handful of chopped green onions are sprinkled, and the room is full of fragrance.

"Kaerchuan? What, for the one in the guest room?"

Chen Yelin's voice sounded at the door, and Fu Jinghui took a spoon to serve the soup in the kitchen, and almost spilled the soup when he heard the words:

"Who said that! I made my own food!" After saying that, Fu Jinghui picked up a piece of meat with the chopsticks beside him and swallowed it.

Follow the words of the other party, Director Chen continued: "Okay, okay, you cook and eat yourself, but I remember that you like spicy food on weekdays, why didn't you put chili this time?"

His face darkened, Fu Jinghui gritted his teeth, and said in a rough voice: "I've been on fire recently, and I need to eat lightly."

"Hey, such delicious noodles are only made for one person, so I don't have enough food?" Chen Yelin pretended to be sad when he glanced at the bowl.

The forehead fluttered faintly, Fu Jinghui took a deep breath: "I'll have another bowl right now, enough!"

Chen Yelin almost suppressed his internal injuries from laughing:

Just keep your mouth shut, kid, after I finish my share, all the noodles in the room will be eaten up!See what else you give the guy in the guest room!

——————————— The author has something to say about the fox chatting———————

In fact, Erhuo is just habitually soft-hearted, and I haven’t forgiven Mr. Chef so quickly. Director Chen is teasing the actor, and he has a sense of sight~~

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Good night, girls, the fox is going to sleep~~

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Glancing at the raindrops outside the window, the hesitation in Fu Jinghui's eyes flashed away.

But the softness in his heart towards Mr. Chef was quickly washed away by Neil's sinister smile and the non-existent slander on the newspaper's Weibo.

Unforgivable.

"Let him stand at the door. Whether he goes or stays is his business. I can't control it, and I don't want to." After regaining his indifference, he glanced at the snail shells piled up on the table, Fu Jinghui She shook hands and went to the kitchen to wash her hands, leaving a sentence to Chen Yelin from a distance:

"You wash the dishes."

Knowing that the other party was annoyed by him mentioning that person, Chen Yelin shook his head helplessly, and resigned to his fate to clean up the mess on the table.

And the rain outside the window was getting heavier.

Standing on the steps at the entrance of the villa, Li Luo's clothes were drenched by the rain.

When Fu Jinghui asked Meng Tian's contact person to renovate the house, he specifically told him not to have that kind of silly eaves that stretched out for a long time, so the gate of Mr. Yingdi's house really didn't keep out the rain.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" After walking around the house, seeing Li Luo standing at the door soaking in the rain, Momo couldn't help being a little surprised:

"You really went all out, even resorted to bitter tricks?"

The imperial capital in early spring was still a bit cold, and the head chef whose clothes were soaked by the rain trembled a little: "As long as he can vent his anger, my rain is nothing."

"Go back, don't waste your time here, Fu Jinghui won't come out." Finally, Momo couldn't bear to see her former parents like this.

Shaking his head and refusing, Li Luo insisted: "I will wait for him to come out, and stand here until he relieves himself."

"Do you think I'm just here to coax you back?" He snorted angrily, and was almost irritated by this stupid mind: "It's impossible for Fu Jinghui to come out to see you! Do you think you and Neil It hurts his heart so much, if you pretend to be miserable in the rain, he won't be angry and soft-hearted? Do you still think of him as Fu Jinghui from the past?"

If it was Fu Jinghui from the past, he might really look down on others suffering in the rain and forgive Li Luo.However, the one in the room now is Fu Jinghui who has recovered his memory.

He will be revenged, narrow-minded and vengeful, and his temper will be tempered at a time. The more he is forced, the more disgusting he is.

Li Luo standing in the rain like this, not only won't make Fu Jinghui feel bad, but it will make him remember the days when he lived alone on the streets in Paris and was ridiculed by the media.

If the "bitter trick" is played off, the reverse effect will be terrible...

Facts have proved that what you said is not wrong.

Half an hour later, Fu Jinghui still didn't open the door, Li Luo stood in the rain, his lips turned blue.

An hour later, Fu Jinghui still hadn't opened the door, and Li Luo was standing on the steps, already on the verge of falling.

"You really don't want to go out? I think he will have a serious illness if he does this again."

By the window on the second floor, Chen Yelin stood beside Fu Jinghui, looked at someone downstairs who was standing like a statue, and then looked back at Fu Jinghui.

"Playing bitter tricks with me?" With a sneer, Fu Jinghui's eyes were a little annoyed:

"Let him stand, and stand for as long as he likes! At the beginning, I was deceived by such a sincere appearance, and I was obedient. Now, do you still want to use the old trick to trick me?"

"But I think he really can't hold it anymore..." Looking worriedly at the swaying figure downstairs, Chen Yelin was still uneasy: "Should you go down and drive first——ah!"

Exclaiming in surprise, Fu Jinghui was taken aback, and then heard Chen Yelin say: "Oops, I passed out!"

He was pulled aside by Chen Yelin, who ran downstairs to save him, and called while running: "Hello, Miss Mengtian? I need your help to call a car and contact the doctor..."

The legs stretched out in the air were retracted again, Fu Jinghui silently watched as Director Chen rushed to the door and carried Li Luo into the living room, withdrew the emergency call in his hand expressionlessly, and clenched his fingers into fists little by little.

"My big star, can you pity me as a manager? How many eyes are staring at the door of your villa, how many paparazzi are guarding, Li Luo, who is so big, has stood at your door for so long, and fainted from the rain. It’s over, what do you make those media think? Ah? Do you want people to talk about your character or style of work? Last time Liu Xinran ‘intercepted’ halfway, this time the other party simply came to you?”

As soon as he entered the door, the people brought by the commander carried Li Luo to the guest room, and a specialized doctor came to make a diagnosis. The manager lady sat on the sofa with a sad face after finishing her work, and babbled:

"Aren't you sending tomorrow's headlines to the other party? It's not like a young actor who just debuted needs scandal exposure. What are you thinking?"

Pressing his lips tightly, Fu Jinghui remained silent.

"Let me tell you, if someone asks later, we will say that Li Luo went to the wrong place for the wrong person, and found the original owner of the house. Don't say anything else that shouldn't be answered. ..."

Buzzing in his head, Meng Tian's voice disturbed Fu Jinghui, and the scene of Li Luo suddenly falling into the rain always appeared in his mind.

The mouth was dry, Meng Tian took a breath and looked up, and saw his artist's wandering appearance, so angry that he couldn't help but drank another large glass of water:

Well, such a long list, dare to say it is useless!

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Glancing at the raindrops outside the window, the hesitation in Fu Jinghui's eyes flashed away.

But the softness in his heart towards Mr. Chef was quickly washed away by Neil's sinister smile and the non-existent slander on the newspaper's Weibo.

Unforgivable.

"Let him stand at the door. Whether he goes or stays is his business. I can't control it, and I don't want to." After regaining his indifference, he glanced at the snail shells piled up on the table, Fu Jinghui She shook hands and went to the kitchen to wash her hands, leaving a sentence to Chen Yelin from a distance:

"You wash the dishes."

Knowing that the other party was annoyed by him mentioning that person, Chen Yelin shook his head helplessly, and resigned to his fate to clean up the mess on the table.

And the rain outside the window was getting heavier.

Standing on the steps at the entrance of the villa, Li Luo's clothes were drenched by the rain.

When Fu Jinghui asked Meng Tian's contact person to renovate the house, he specifically told him not to have that kind of silly eaves that stretched out for a long time, so the gate of Mr. Yingdi's house really didn't keep out the rain.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" After walking around the house, seeing Li Luo standing at the door soaking in the rain, Momo couldn't help being a little surprised:

"You really went all out, even resorted to bitter tricks?"

The imperial capital in early spring was still a bit cold, and the head chef whose clothes were soaked by the rain trembled a little: "As long as he can vent his anger, my rain is nothing."

"Go back, don't waste your time here, Fu Jinghui won't come out." Finally, Momo couldn't bear to see her former parents like this.

Shaking his head and refusing, Li Luo insisted: "I will wait for him to come out, and stand here until he relieves himself."

"Do you think I'm just here to coax you back?" He snorted angrily, and was almost irritated by this stupid mind: "It's impossible for Fu Jinghui to come out to see you! Do you think you and Neil It hurts his heart so much, if you pretend to be miserable in the rain, he won't be angry and soft-hearted? Do you still think of him as Fu Jinghui from the past?"

If it was Fu Jinghui from the past, he might really look down on others suffering in the rain and forgive Li Luo.However, the one in the room now is Fu Jinghui who has recovered his memory.

He will be revenged, narrow-minded and vengeful, and his temper will be tempered at a time. The more he is forced, the more disgusting he is.

Li Luo standing in the rain like this, not only won't make Fu Jinghui feel bad, but it will make him remember the days when he lived alone on the streets in Paris and was ridiculed by the media.

If the "bitter trick" is played off, the reverse effect will be terrible...

Facts have proved that what you said is not wrong.

Half an hour later, Fu Jinghui still didn't open the door, Li Luo stood in the rain, his lips turned blue.

An hour later, Fu Jinghui still hadn't opened the door, and Li Luo was standing on the steps, already on the verge of falling.

"You really don't want to go out? I think he will have a serious illness if he does this again."

By the window on the second floor, Chen Yelin stood beside Fu Jinghui, looked at someone downstairs who was standing like a statue, and then looked back at Fu Jinghui.

"Playing bitter tricks with me?" With a sneer, Fu Jinghui's eyes were a little annoyed:

"Let him stand, and stand for as long as he likes! At the beginning, I was deceived by such a sincere appearance, and I was obedient. Now, do you still want to use the old trick to trick me?"

"But I think he really can't hold it anymore..." Looking worriedly at the swaying figure downstairs, Chen Yelin was still uneasy: "Should you go down and drive first——ah!"

Exclaiming in surprise, Fu Jinghui was taken aback, and then heard Chen Yelin say: "Oops, I passed out!"

He was pulled aside by Chen Yelin, who ran downstairs to save him, and called while running: "Hello, Miss Mengtian? I need your help to call a car and contact the doctor..."

The legs stretched out in the air were retracted again, Fu Jinghui silently watched as Director Chen rushed to the door and carried Li Luo into the living room, withdrew the emergency call in his hand expressionlessly, and clenched his fingers into fists little by little.

"My big star, can you pity me as a manager? How many eyes are staring at the door of your villa, how many paparazzi are guarding, Li Luo, who is so big, has stood at your door for so long, and fainted from the rain. It’s over, what do you make those media think? Ah? Do you want people to talk about your character or style of work? Last time Liu Xinran ‘intercepted’ halfway, this time the other party simply came to you?”

As soon as he entered the door, the people brought by the commander carried Li Luo to the guest room, and a specialized doctor came to make a diagnosis. The manager lady sat on the sofa with a sad face after finishing her work, and babbled:

"Aren't you sending tomorrow's headlines to the other party? It's not like a young actor who just debuted needs scandal exposure. What are you thinking?"

Pressing his lips tightly, Fu Jinghui remained silent.

"Let me tell you, if someone asks later, we will say that Li Luo went to the wrong place for the wrong person, and found the original owner of the house. Don't say anything else that shouldn't be answered. ..."