The reborn male god is a foodie

After being reborn for so many days, Su Yu has never been as happy as this time, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

He thought it would be difficult, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

The phone kept blinking, and the word Qiu Han was no longer so dazzling. Su Yu hung up the phone and dragged the name into the blacklist.

Calling over there is always because the number you dialed is not in the service area, please call again later, Qiu Han was a little unbelievable when he heard the English voice on the phone, didn't that idiot Su Yu always believed in him?

He has known Su Yu for so many years, and he knows what kind of person Su Yu is. He values ​​love and righteousness, and is easy to show his heart and soul to others. He has always pretended to be affectionate. Basically, his living expenses are all paid by Su Yu, and the roles of soy sauce a few times are also thanks to his money.

Just, what happened?

"Is it okay? If you can't get the money, I will give this role to someone else. Last time, the coal boss always wanted me to help his little lover." A bald man on the wine table Impatiently, he grinned at Qiu Han who had been making phone calls.

"No, no, no, Director Chen, just give me another chance. I'll get the money myself, and you can enjoy yourself here. I can keep the bill on my head." Qiu Han's nodding and bowing made the bald man very useful. He dug out his ear piercings, watched the little girl next to Yishui handing over the wine glass in a coquettish voice, waved her hand, and burst into laughter.

Qiu Han exited the door, went to the parking lot to pick up the car, and drove straight to Linkeju.

Lao Lin said that he wanted his son to pick up Su Yu, Su Yu smiled, "It's not a little girl, can someone steal money and sex?"

It's just that I didn't expect that no one would rob money or sex, but a settlement came.

When Su Yu got out of the taxi, he saw a car parked in the alley. It was an Audi A6, which Qiu Han borrowed money from him to buy.

He really didn't expect that Qiu Han would rush over impatiently.

With a soft snort, the paid taxi had already left. Su Yu didn't move, and looked at Qiu Han through the window.

Qiu Han was stunned for a moment by his gaze, then he was overwhelmed by anger, opened the car door roughly, and closed it with a bang.

"Why can't you get through the phone? You put me on the blacklist? Su Yu, do you know what you're doing? Is it easy for me to find such a way? Director Chen was about to lose his temper just now."

Qiu Han was lower than Su Yu, and when he raised his eyes to look at Su Yu, he always felt a little less confident, so he always turned up the volume very loudly.

Su Yu took a step back, his expression remained amiable, but his words didn't fluctuate at all, "It's not easy, you found yourself a male number three and let me pay for it?"

Qiu Han frowned, "How do you know?"

Then he laughed. He stepped forward and patted Su Yu on the shoulder, "Hey, you are angry because of this. Don't listen to others to provoke dissension. The male number three is because the director said that my image is more suitable. Wait for me After the fire, I will give you a good hand, won’t it be enough.”

Su Yu sneered, walked around Qiu Han and walked towards the alley.

Behind him was Qiu Han's exasperated voice: "What on earth do you mean! If you didn't have a few filthy money, you really think I can like you?"

Hearing these words, Su Yu settled down, turned around and looked at Qiu Han, but there was no sadness in his eyes, but a little more relaxed.

Su Yu gave Qiu Han a soft smile. Qiu Han thought he had given in and was about to go down the steps. Anyway, Su Yu had such a temper, so it was fine to coax him a little more when he was angry.

When he got closer, Su Yu saw Qiu Han's expression of "I don't care if you admit your mistake", and punched him unexpectedly.

This punch was extremely hard, and it hit the face squarely again. Qiu Han staggered back a few steps and sat on the ground, with the hands covering his face, traces of blood could be seen in the dim light of the street lamp.

"You're crazy!" a roar rang out.

"Yeah, I'm crazy, I'm crazy to know you, I'm crazy to let you take my money to pave my way, I'm crazy to believe every word you say." Su Yu looked indifferent.

Qiu Han took a sip, the smell of blood in his mouth made him even more angry, he got up and wrestled with Su Yu.

Not far away, a Wrangler quietly turned off the engine.

Looking at Qiu Han's palm on Su Yu's shoulder from the passenger seat, Tang Shaoke found it a bit dazzling.

A head leaned over to the side, round and glowing, "Is this the Su Yu you mentioned? The tall one or the short one?"

"High."

The person in the driver's seat took a closer look and nodded with satisfaction, "It's indeed a good material. If the acting skills are as good as you said, let alone good, even if it's passable, it's worth admiring. I'll report it to the company later. one time."

Tang Shaoke frowned as if he didn't hear it.

Suddenly opened the door, and walked down with strides, the person in the driver's seat was stunned, and hurriedly looked around to make sure there were no paparazzi before getting out of the car.

Su Yu's body is good, but it's only good. Qiu Han has learned some taekwondo in college, and he is more ruthless than him even if he uses fists and embroidered legs.

He had already been punched several times, but he kept smiling on his face. Seeing the fists approaching at a high speed, before Su Yu had time to react, a palm was already in front of him.

Su Yu raised his eyes, male god?

Tang Shaoke didn't speak, he blocked Qiu Han's punch with his palm, and suddenly turned back, Qiu Han's pinned arm made a sound, and screamed repeatedly.

"Let go, who are you, this is a housework, what does it have to do with you?" Qiu Han couldn't see his face, he just howled.

Tang Shaoke turned around and looked at Su Yu, his eyes beckoning, "Housework?"

Su Yu smiled brightly at him, and answered two words firmly.

"No."

Seeing Su Yu's bright smile, Tang Shaoke's mood improved inexplicably, and his subordinates stepped up even more. Looking at the people who followed him out of the car, "I don't want to see him again."

Nodding, it should be, a few bodyguards in black have already got off from the car behind, dragging Qiu Han away.

When Su Yu was pulled up by Tang Shaoke, he was still a little confused. He didn't want to see him again?Is that what he thought?It's just that the male god has closed his mouth and has no intention of explaining.

One hand deftly bypassed Tang Shaoke and stretched it out in front of Su Yu, mellow enough to compete with Yan Cheng, his cousin and manager.

"Hi, I'm Brother Tang's manager, just call me Mi Wei."

Su Yu shook hands in a daze. He naturally knew Mi Wei. People in the world called Mi Wei, the gold medal manager of Hai Ze Film and Television Company, and Tang Shaoke's exclusive manager.

Tang Shaoke glanced at the hands he was holding, and walked forward impatiently.

Mi Wei said in a low voice, "Brother Tang didn't eat tonight."

Only then did Su Yu come to his senses, and quickly took two steps forward to lead the way.

After entering Linke Residence, it was meal time, and there were quite a few people waiting in the small courtyard. The various specially made chairs made the waiting visitors a little less anxious.

Seeing Su Yu leading Tang Shaoke straight into the inner courtyard, someone yelled dissatisfiedly, "Why can they just go in directly, I'm still a member, can I pay it back if I can?"

The waiter who came out to call the next number heard this, just smiled at the next customer, led him in and took a seat.

The yelling continued, but no one echoed it. The person sitting next to him finally couldn't help it, and said disdainfully, "That's the big boss of Linkeju, can't the boss bring someone in?"

There was an instant silence.

Su Yu ignored it, and took the two of them to the backyard. There was a room specially reserved for him. He opened the door and smiled embarrassedly, "This weekend, there are always many people, and there are no private rooms. Just stay in the house for a while."

It’s not as old-fashioned as in other boxes, without the sense of historical precipitation. In the small house, there is simply a square table and a desk, with medals and photos behind it. wall.

Tang Shaoke didn't care, and Mi Wei naturally didn't mind, after all, they came directly without an appointment.

"It's simple, just have fried rice with eggs or something, I've been hungry for a long time."