Everyone thinks the protagonist will be blackened

The protagonist has left the business park.

The protagonist will be home in 10 minutes.

The protagonist's car has already driven outside the courtyard.

The protagonist has reached the door and is about to come in.

In the He family's mansion, everyone was fully armed like soldiers waiting for the devils to enter the village in a landmine war, ready to burst out with their strongest acting skills at the moment of appearance, leaving a brilliant opening.

Some of these people follow He Dong's opinion and are determined not to be enemies of the protagonist; some are inspired by his wife's spirit and are willing to dedicate themselves to art; It was how they wanted to behave. At the moment when the door was pushed open, they all abandoned all distracting thoughts and only wanted to do one thing——

Let the main character see me!Let readers see me!

The usually simple and low-key maid was wearing the latest Chanel suit and makeup that looked light but had cosmetic effects. She was the first to rush up, reached out to take He Hua's computer bag, and smiled courteously: "The young master is finally back. Well, the master is looking forward to you these days so much that you can’t eat any more. I’m Sister Zhang, in the future, if the young master has anything to tell me, I can do it for you right away!”

Sister Zhang rushed upstairs like the wind, for fear that someone would snatch the luggage from her.A maid next to her who was wearing a low-cut, floor-length dress was handicapped. She didn't grab the luggage delivery job, so she could only grit her teeth and chop her feet secretly, then put on a smile of Miss World, and stretched out her hand to He Hua: "Master, the kitchen is ready for dinner, and I'm just waiting for you to come back to start the meal. Shall I take you there to rest?"

"Please, Sister Li." He Hua nodded lightly, with an elegant and upright appearance, and a chic demeanor with hills and valleys in his chest, which made the 50-year-old aunt blush and her heart beat, and abruptly snatched him away from He Dong. Go out and go to the restaurant to get it.

There were already two people sitting in the dining room, one was a gorgeous beauty dressed solemnly and coldly, and the other was a visually beautiful boy dressed colorfully.The attitudes of these two people were serious and indifferent, their eyes turned to one side, and they didn't even look at He Hua for a second. Naturally, they were Mrs. He, who was in charge of the mistress, and He Shao, a new generation of fresh meat in the entertainment industry with the pseudonym He Shao.

But the most eye-catching thing in this restaurant is not the two of them; nor is it the long table that can accommodate a dozen people sitting at the same time; nor is it the foie gras that is so full that the long table can only be placed on a plate. , truffles, matsutake, swallow ginseng wing belly and other delicacies.Once entering this restaurant, the first thing everyone sees is the large stainless steel electric soup bucket with steaming steam on the wall, and in front of the soup bucket, there is a wheelbarrow under the feet and a piece of dough on the head , a man in white with a cold knife in both hands.

I saw his head was shaved, smooth and plump, he pedaled the bike forward and back, and while flipping his hands up and down, he cut off several strips of evenly-thick, triangular-shaped noodles, which flew into the soup bucket as if he had eyes.When the noodles were cooked, he scooped them up with a large strainer, poured the tomato and beef stew in another soup bucket, and rode a wheelbarrow around in place, holding the bowl with both hands in front of He Hua.

What a lively feast!

lost!Sister Li grabbed the hem of her skirt out of composure, and the housekeeper also hated himself for thinking too much about his inner drama. Instead, he was robbed of the limelight by this superficial and exaggerated performance. Wait on the seat, this bowl is hot, I will take it for you."

He Hua smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble the housekeeper. I didn't expect there to be such a good chef at home. This skill is enough to participate in the Guinness competition."

The housekeeper said with a reserved smile: "Young master, this is our duty."

The chef unreservedly took down the dough, showing his freshly shaved bald head, and proudly replied: "Our family came here like Wu Qiao, and we have been practicing juggling since the Qing Dynasty. This skill is nothing .Tomorrow, I will practice flying knife cutting and throwing cakes for the young master, and then I will see my kung fu."

He Hua listened to him with a slight smile, his expression was warm and friendly, as if he was being received by a leader. The chef, Sister Li and the housekeeper were all delighted to hear it, but He Dong's expression became more and more ugly.

The chef has never shown this skill before, but today when He Hua came back, he made a special show of it, definitely not for the face of the Patriarch.And look at the maid dressed as if she was visiting a fashion week, and the butler who was as attentive as meeting the chief. Is this still his home?Why is it that He Hua has just entered the house, and their family is about to be replaced by someone else?

This is more disturbing than a son who is beating and scolding each other!

The housekeeper took the sliced ​​noodles to the table without looking sideways.At the top of the long table was He Dong's seat. Mrs. He and He Shao sat at the bottom, one on the left and one on the right. The butler put the soup bowl on the bottom of He Shao. He took a look at He Hua.

If a character wants to be plump, he has to start from a small place. He can't offend He Hua's stepmother and younger brother face to face, but he also has to show that he, the housekeeper, attaches great importance to the eldest and young masters, and regrets that the family does not distinguish between young and old.

But the inner drama is not easy to express, should we also follow their example and be more exaggerated?

He put down the sliced ​​noodles steadily, and was about to say something when He Shao, who was sitting at the top, suddenly slapped the table and stood up, strode over him and walked in front of He Hua and He Dong, and said coldly: "You I'm back, so I won't stay here anymore. The He family and company belong to you, so I won't get involved with you..."

"A Shao!"

The lady who was watching the knife-sliced ​​noodle performance coldly just now stood up suddenly, and the expression on her face suddenly became richer. Two lines of tears hung down the corners of her eyes, and she ran frantically into He Dong's arms and cried loudly: "I know my child It's not as valuable as your ex-wife's birth, but I've been with you for so many years, helping you take care of this family and helping you raise your son. You can't just bring a child and slap me in the face, slap my son in the face, right? He Said that he is the eldest son and grandson of the He family, has he done a paternity test? Besides, he is your seed, who can prove that he was born by your ex-wife, not by some little bitch you got outside secretly!"

He Dong's face turned blue when he heard this, and he wished he could sew her mouth up with thread.But he can't beat his wife, and his son is also a disobedient bitch. In desperation, he can only persuade He Hua: "Your aunt came from a small family and is ignorant. Don't bother with him."

He was sweating all over his face, and there were tears from the corners of his eyes, and he looked at He Hua pitifully, hoping to use his wife's vulgarity and tyranny to show his helplessness.With this last resort, he can explain his behavior of abandoning his son and angering his ex-wife to death, and better trick He Hua into believing him and relying on him.

He sighed heavily, let his wife cry and beat him in his arms, and looked at He Hua with a sad face——

In the end, what he saw in his eyes was a bright and eye-catching back of the head.

He and his wife's calculations and acting skills were all blocked by He Shao's long straight hair blown into a killer style, and they didn't fall into the eyes of those who should see it.Mrs. He is acting for the readers. Of course she doesn't care how He Hua feels, but his performance is all for He Hua to see. The child didn't see it. Isn't he just brewing feelings here for nothing?

In a rage, He Dong stretched out his arms and slapped He Shao's head hard, and asked, "Aren't you going to hold a concert? Why are you blocking your elder brother?"

But the slap was blocked when it was half a foot into the hair.A crisp slap sounded, and He Shao raised his eyes to look at He Hua's hand that was passing through his long hair, and said stubbornly, "Don't worry about me!"

He Hua withdrew his hand, rubbed the red mark on it, and smiled tolerantly: "Well, I don't care about you. It's only natural for a father to teach his son a lesson. Of course, I, an outsider, shouldn't reach out. But I'm not meddling in your family affairs now , just as an alphabet fan (abc47 fan), protecting my idol."

Alphabet meal?

idol?

He Hua's eyes, which were already very big because of the thick smoke, suddenly widened, almost catching up with comic characters. He is indeed a visually beautiful boy who came back from Japan.By the way, He Hua reached out to straighten his hair that was crushed by He Dong, took out his phone, and showed him the screen saver made of the cover of abc47's newly released album on the screen.

"I work in the entrepreneurial park. Whether it's my company's employees or the colleagues around me, many of them are fans of abc47. I haven't dared to tell them that I can get in touch with idols. Now we can see if we are together. For the sake of watching the sliced ​​noodles show, how many names can you sign for me?"

The part of He Dong's face that was not covered with eye shadow, nose shadow, or concealer turned red with a "boom".He clenched his fists tightly and let them go, his eyes moved away from him as soon as he touched him, he let out a rough "hum", took out a group photo from some pocket, signed it, and threw it into his arms : "Take this and go, don't bother me in the future, and I won't find them for your autograph!"

He Hua took the group photo carefully, took it over and carefully recognized the name of the flamboyant girl, and showed a satisfied and happy smile: "This is enough. My favorite in abc47 is you, the lead singer."

He Shao's flushed face turned red again before it turned white, and he took a step back suddenly, kicking something, and suddenly his body crooked.He Hua stretched out his hand to help him, let him open it before touching his arm, stood up straight again, lowered his head and rushed out of the gate with a clatter.

Mrs. He screamed "Shao Shao!" Then she took a few steps outside, then turned back and slapped He Dong hard: "You brought this wild boy from outside to make my son go mad! You go and chase Shao Shao back, this is your eldest son, let your own son not want this fake brought back from outside..."

While she was cursing, the old housekeeper came up worriedly and expressed: "Young master, Madam has a bad temper, and even the master will forgive you when she gets angry, why don't you go back to the room with me to rest, and I will ask someone to take a break later." Bring the food to you."

He Hua was addicted to watching their husband and wife quarreling, but he also listened to people's persuasion, and smiled meekly at the housekeeper: "Well, it sounds a bit inappropriate for me to be here, so let's go back to the room and rest."

After following the butler upstairs, turn to the right, and not far from the corridor is his room, which is better decorated than their company's decoration design legend.

But before entering the door, a young maid dressed plainly like a normal person stopped the two of them: "Madam has already arranged a room for Master He Hua, not this side." It was a room at the end of the corridor with no The decor, even the furniture of the room seemed worn out.

Is it the good one or the bad one?The butler and the maid fought face to face.The He Dong couple downstairs stopped arguing—as soon as He Hua left Mrs. He, he went back to the table to eat, and when He Dong had nothing to complain about, he shouted angrily upstairs: "Who is arguing? Is there still someone in the family who is in charge, it's all over the sky!"

He Hua looked downstairs and shook his head, and said gently and unquestionably: "Then live in this room arranged by father, and use that room as a studio, don't be noisy."

The butler was really satisfied, as if he had been put in good hands by the young master, and went downstairs to serve him meals.The maid originally wanted to compromise, but also wanted to maintain her character image, so she muttered disdainfully: "The studio? It's the study room. It's not called a studio if there is a work house..."