The reborn male god is a foodie

【Eight years later】

Imperial Airport.

There were a bunch of reporters at the airport pick-up gate, carrying long guns and short cannons, watching the flight information on the big screen with leisure, chatting a few gossips from time to time.

"Master, don't you really want a bite?" Huo Chen smiled and took two steps forward, holding a bowl of instant noodles.

A few marinated eggs were added to the steaming instant noodles, the smell disperses far away, and a few swallowing sounds can be heard vaguely, Yan Cheng looked at Huo Chen contemptuously, "Instant noodles, that is Do people eat it?" I was a little slandering in my heart, but the bear boy had never seen the market, and a person like him who was used to Su Yu's craftsmanship, could he eat this kind of food that was soaked in formalin?

"Oh." Huo Chen twitched the corners of his mouth, and he didn't know who wholesaled five boxes of instant noodles last time, and they all had the same taste, stewed chicken noodles with mushrooms.

"Oh, you are so tall!" Yan Cheng rubbed Huo Chen's silver hair a few times angrily, and rolled his eyes. This little bastard must be slandering him in his heart, how could he not know?Hmph, if Tang Shaoke and Su Yu hadn't been possessed by the domineering president after the official announcement, he wouldn't even have a meal, and Linkeju's business was so good, why would he go to wholesale instant noodles?

Huo Chen pursed his mouth, and regardless of the eyes of the people around him, he squatted on the ground and started to eat instant noodles, smashing his mouth from time to time, Yan Cheng was speechless for a while, and rubbed his stomach calmly, empty , Lao Gao frowned, if Su Yu's flight hadn't been a few hours late, at this point, they should have had dinner long ago.

Huo Chen finished eating the instant noodles quickly, without even a mouthful of soup, he threw it directly into the trash can, returned to his seat, frowned and said, "Master, why don't you put it down for a while, this flight Not sure when it will arrive.”

Yan Cheng shook his head, "It should be soon."

In fact, the shoulders were a little numb, but the man's self-esteem was at work, Yan Cheng gritted his teeth, and moved the camera.

"Give it to me." Huo Chen snatched it without saying a word, and put it on his shoulders, feeling a little heavy, humming and said to Yan Cheng: "In front of me, what can you do? Turning around, it hurts, and it hurts. It's not me rubbing it for you."

Yan Cheng stared, the corners of Huo Chen's mouth twitched, dimples appeared suddenly, and his tone became softer, "It's all right, I won't say anything, as long as you are happy, Master." He smiled obediently and coaxed Yan Cheng He shifted his position, freed his right hand and pressed gently on Yan Cheng's shoulder.

"Yo, Lao Yan, what's going on this time, pretending to be a reporter?" Fang Hao led Mi Wei and walked over from behind, looking at the professional candid camera on Huo Chen's shoulder, he thought it was funny.

Since Su Yu's career was on the right track, Tang Shaoke took care of the family meticulously, and he was in charge of the brokerage work. Yan Cheng's leisure was like a jobless vagrant. Play whatever you want.

Yan Cheng had a great time playing, he experienced all kinds of professions, traveled around the world by the way, and brought back a little apprentice Huo Chen.

You don't have to work and you still have endless wages. This matter, tsk tsk tsk, it's thanks to meeting such a big boss as Su Yu.

"Hey, what are you talking about, I've only been working as a reporter for two days, and I'm tired." Yan Cheng rolled his eyes, his shoulders still hurting.

"That's right." Huo Chen nodded. Last night, they followed the paparazzi reporters to squat in front of Yixing's house for half a night before they managed to get some exciting photos from the undrawn curtains. Master said, otherwise change to another profession.

"Come on, I see what your master said, and you can be right." Fang Hao sneered, and looked at the time, "It should be coming out."

After a while, I heard the announcement of the airport, and the flight information for the pick-up was played repeatedly.

People pushing luggage carts kept pouring out of the airport pick-up gate, and the reporters became excited instantly, and vaguely heard someone whispering, "Will Su Yu go directly to the VIP channel?"

The people next to him looked down on Science and said, "You are a newcomer at first glance. Didn't you see that over there, there is only the tall and thin guy, Heize's best manager, Fang Hao, who is Su Yu's exclusive manager. Here we come, can Su Yu not go this way?"

"Hey, I won't tell you anymore, here I come." The reporters who were talking and laughing saw Su Yu and went up to him.

Huo Chen squeezed to the front in two or three steps, taking advantage of his size, he forced a place on the side to protect Yan Cheng, then pointed the camera at Su Yu, and asked with a smile.

"Brother Su, you have won another movie star, how do you feel?"

Su Yu wore a military overcoat, and the heavy clothes couldn't conceal the dazzling brilliance of his body. Looking at the expectant eyes of the reporters, he took off his sunglasses and mask in cooperation, maintaining a warm smile.

"In a good mood?" Su Yu blinked mischievously and smiled at Yan Cheng.

"Don't make trouble, be serious." Yan Cheng asked a few serious questions with a sullen face, and Su Yu responded with a good temper.

Seeing that Yan Cheng had had enough, he turned his head and answered the reporters' questions seriously.

"Brother Su, who do you want to see most now?"

"Then who else is there, my son."

When mentioning his son, Su Yu smiled brilliantly. After answering the reporter's questions and signing a few autographs, he left in the car.

At the door, Su Yu raised his hand and shook the instrument, and the electromagnetic door opened automatically.

"Yuyu, you're back." Hearing the sound of the door opening, the two tuanzi staggered and ran out, so frightened that Su Yu hurried forward and hugged each other in his arms.

"How many times have I said, I want to call Dad." Tang Shaoke poked his head out from the kitchen, frowned, and stared at the two little guys.

"No, Yuyu, it sounds good." Su Yu's heart melted when he heard the childish voice, and he responded repeatedly, "Hey, it sounds good, it's okay, don't worry about your father."

"You just know how to get used to them." Tang Shaoke rubbed the center of his brows speechlessly, changed a pair of slippers for Su Yu, directly hugged the two little guys from Su Yu's arms, threw them into the room, and quickly locked the door behind him, only then was he proud He said with a smile, "Go and play with your building blocks."

"Wooooo." Su Yu couldn't bear to hear the knock on the door, and wanted to open the door.

Tang Shaoke directly pulled Su Yu into his arms, and the fine kisses fell on Su Yu's lips accompanied by a little oily smoke. It was numb, warm, and as sweet as a clear spring.

"Son." Su Yu frowned, as if he heard the cries of the little ones.

"It doesn't matter." Tang Shaoke rubbed Su Yu's shoulder dissatisfied, he was a little skinny, "Why did you lose weight again?"

Su Yu reached out and touched Tang Shaoke's forehead, "I don't have a fever, I'll just go for two days, how thin can I be?"

"It's only been two days?" Tang Shaoke licked the corner of his mouth and said with a playful smile, "Why do I feel like I've been holding back for a long time?"

He tore off the apron casually, ignoring the cries of his two sons, Tang Shaoke triumphantly picked up Su Yu, and violently opened the bedroom door.

The dull moans continued.