i only like your face

Han family villa.

As soon as Han Shaoyun entered the restaurant, he saw the old man sitting at the dining table, dressed in a smoky gray Chinese tunic suit, with a habitual expression of aloofness and austerity that had been accumulated in a high position for decades.

"Morning." Han Shaoyong beckoned to the old man perfunctorily.

Although he is a well-known wealthy family in Chuanhai City, Han Shaoying's temperament is not refined at all. On the contrary, he has lived a rough life in the past 27 years. It may be that his parents died early and his spiritual growth lacked something. The multi-elite education has not been able to cultivate the dignified and noble air of the upper class, and only in recent years has it barely shed that undignified bastard.

"You still know how to come back." Han Changzong stared at Han Shaoying, "I thought you thought I was dead."

"That's early."

"... "

Han Changzong is seventy years old this year, but his body is still in good shape. Han Shaoying thinks that there should be no problem in living another 30 years.

After washing his hands, he sat down opposite the old man. Han Shaoyun picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it in his mouth, saying vaguely, "The stuffing is weak, has the chef changed?"

Han Changzong wanted to reprimand something but held back, and heaved a sigh of relief: "No change, less salt to keep healthy."

After a pause, he said again: "If you want to eat, you can ask the kitchen to make it."

"No, these are enough."

Seeing that Han Shaoyu was eating deliciously, Han Changzong's majesty from the corner of his mouth faded a little, and he slowly picked up his chopsticks.

"Xiao Chen has reported to me that Nanyang's project is doing well." Han Changzong said slowly, "I didn't lose face at all."

"Um"

"I won't interfere with your investment company."

"Ah."

Han Changzong stared at Han Shaoying's black head with stubble, pondered for a moment and began to sigh: "Time flies so fast, you will be 27 this year."

Han Shaoyun frowned, knowing that the curse was coming again.

"Your Uncle Zhao's friend's son, I met him at a reception last time, well, that kid is not bad." Han Changzong said unhurriedly, "Be polite and well-spoken, he is only two or three years younger than you .”

Seeing Han Shaoyun eating in silence, not understanding what he meant, the old man put on a straight face: "Your orientation, anyway, I don't expect to have a great-grandson in my life anyway, I just hope that you will get married...you just Feeling young, have you considered me? Do you think I can’t close my eyes when I enter the coffin?”

"It will be at least 30 years before you enter the coffin." Han Shaoying raised his head, his thick eyebrows arched, "Then I promise to get married before the age of 57."

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, and the stereotyped scolding came to his lips and stopped. He felt that if he could not live 30 years in the future, it would definitely be caused by this thorn in front of him.

After contemplating for a while, Han Changzong sighed, and said again: "I know, you have been single for the past few years, or is it because you can't let go of that rhetoric?"

Han Shaoyun frowned: "Here we go again, can we not talk about this topic?"

"You're still annoying. When you almost emptied my collection library to please Wen Ci's parents, weren't you very happy?"

"...You also agreed."

"That's because you said it was an investment in marriage."

"Then I just failed to invest."

"You also know that you have failed, so why don't you find a new investment target? As long as you can find a target, you can move the museum at home."

"... "

Han Shaoyun didn't think he couldn't quarrel with the other party, but seeing the old man's bearded beard and staring eyes, he was worried that his life would be ruined if he was really angry.

It's not that he can't understand the old man's wish for him to get married...

In the early years, he worked hard to build the Nuo family business. In middle age, he should have enjoyed the blessings of children and grandchildren, but he experienced the pain of losing his wife and children. The Han family has a prosperous family, but when the door is closed, only the old man and his grandson The only grandson who continues the incense does not care about men, he just hopes that his grandson can get married and add to his family, and he will adopt a bunch of little great-grandchildren, instead of having a meal where the grandson and grandson stare at each other...

But even if he understands, Han Shaoyong still can't get excited about falling in love and getting married. The vigorous pursuit in his early years seems to have exhausted a lot of things in his spirit.

"Forget it, let me tell you something." Han Changzong said as calmly as possible, "Wenci's family is going back to Chuanhai."

Han Shaoyu was taken aback for a moment, then slowly raised his head.

"His parents are planning to return to China for development, and they dragged a middleman to find me, hoping that I would help them." Han Changzong said, "You also know that the Han family and the Wen family had no intersection, but when you were pursuing other people's diction, you insisted on linking the two families." Later, Wen Ci got married, and the two families basically cut off contact, and they came and went, you said, should I help or not. "

The soft-boiled eggs on the plate were crushed by Han Shaoying: "Whatever."

Han Changzong's expression was complicated, and he turned to the nanny who brought up the dim sum, "Go out, I'll tell you to come in again."

After the nanny left, Han Changzong coughed lightly, with a strange expression on his face: "Then what, Shaolong, grandpa sincerely asks you, is it true that you would rather be single forever if you don't have words."

"You are here again."

"Don't be annoyed, I've been thinking about this for many days, and I think I can help you."

Han Shaoyun frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Wenci's child is very filial to me. He should listen to his parents. This time his parents ask me for help. If I ask for some conditions, such as letting Wenci divorce and stay with you..."

"Cough cough cough...!!"

Han Shaoyun's stubble was stumped by a mouthful of soup, and he waved wildly at the old man opposite him with one hand.

"Stop! Stop! Don't!"

"..."

"What age is this, and you are forcing people to divorce and be with your grandson. You can't think of such an idea of ​​bullying men."

Han Changzong's old face darkened: "It's not because of your single-mindedness. Compared with watching you spend your whole life as a bachelor, I really would rather give up this old face."

"I've been a bachelor all my life since I was young."

"Then don't look at my age, I might not be able to get up after a fall someday, have you thought about it for me?"

"..."

Han Shaoyun really didn't expect that the old man's thoughts were forced out by him.

In the past, the old man was worried about him not getting married, and scolded him for not being on the road. Now that he is on the road, he began to focus on bombarding him for being single. Han Shaoyun felt that in two years, this old man would be able to hold back even more wicked tricks. Son.

"How about it." Han Shaoyun put down his chopsticks and said solemnly, "Grandpa, I promise you that I will bring you back a sensible and well-behaved son-in-law within two years."

"One year."

"Okay, one year is one year." Anyway, if it can be delayed for one year, it is one year.

Han Changzong's complexion got better now, looking at his grandson opposite, his eyes became a little more doting: "Then tell me, whether I will help Wenci's parents or not."

"You see for yourself, I have no idea."

"Then help." The old man said thoughtfully, "If Wen Ci really gets divorced, you still have a chance."

"..."

The magazine shooting didn't end until noon, and with the photographer's "stop work", a few wisps of sweat fell from the corners of his dark temples.

Mo Ming is fortunate that he is not filming, otherwise his body would really be overwhelmed.

Last night shouldn't have been that crazy...

In the dressing room, Mo Ming was resting on the sofa chair in front of the makeup mirror. Fu Qiqi, the assistant photographer, poured Mo Ming a cup of coffee, and looked at Mo Ming with implicit appreciation.

There are quite a few newcomers and actors who have emerged in the entertainment industry in the past few years. Fu Qiqi is most optimistic about Mo Ming. In terms of appearance and acting skills, Mo Ming is definitely considered the top of that group of niche students. This cooperation, Fu Qiqi's appreciation for Mo Ming The favorability level is rising even more.

Mo Ming has a high degree of cooperation and a gentle temperament. He is very accommodating to the on-site staff, even the passing cleaning staff.

At this time, Xiao Song ran in with a red face.

"Brother Mo, shocking gossip!"

Xiao Song is Mo Ming's life assistant. He is small in stature but diligent and has a real heart. He has been with Mo Ming for a year and treats Mo Ming as his own brother.

"Brother Mo, look at this." Xiao Song handed the phone to Mo Ming, "That Sun Chao..."

While Xiao Song was speaking, another female staff member from the studio also trotted in. She walked up to Fu Qiqi and said anxiously, "Have you watched X Blog? No way, Brother Chao is like that People." She is a fan of Sun Chao, and her whole face is pale at the moment.

Fu Qiqi quickly took out her mobile phone.

——Exposure!Actor Sun Chao, as evidenced by monitoring and consumption records!

This news broke in the entertainment section of various forums 15 minutes ago. It was an anonymous netizen who broke the news. The whistleblower not only broke the surveillance video, but also had screenshots of Sun Chao’s consumption records in the clubhouse...

Sun Chao is a relatively popular traffic fresh meat in the past two years. Although he has always had strong capital as a backer behind him, the heavy hammer of black material caught off guard has hit his life as a public figure steadily and ruthlessly. No matter how strong the public relations team is, they can only control public opinion by deleting posts at this moment.

Compared with Fu Qiqi's gloomy female colleague, Xiao Song's face is much more radiant.

Not long ago, in a costume drama starring Sun Chao, which was broadcast in the mode of shooting while broadcasting, Mo Ming played the second male lead in it, and had a four-month cooperation with Sun Chao. During this period, the two People have been a little unhappy.

The small explosion of this drama has made many actors, and it is precisely because of this drama that Mo Ming has emerged from among the newcomers in the entertainment industry.

Now that if the male lead has fallen, the dividends he gained in this drama will naturally be distributed to the next few actors, especially Mo Ming who is already extremely eye-catching in the drama... Of course Xiao Song is happy.

Mo Ming glanced at the eye-catching news headline on the screen of Xiao Song's phone, Shan nodded his head twice, and picked up the coffee on the table.

Xiao Song wanted to belittle Sun Chao, but Mo Ming stopped him.

"There are Sun Chao fans here." Mo Ming reminded in a low voice, "Don't hurt others."

As soon as Xiao Song turned her head, she saw that the female colleague's eyes were already red. She looked like Sun Chao's true fan. Sadness can't catch up with you."

The colleague couldn't find comfort, so he said: "I don't believe it, I'll find out with my friends in the circle." He said and left the dressing room.

Fu Qiqi spread her hands, and said to Xiao Song and Mo Ming who came over, "To be honest, I'm a fan of Sun Chao. If my colleague didn't like Sun Chao, I wouldn't hide this attribute."

Xiao Song laughed and said, "Why does Sister Qiqi hate Sun Chao?"

"Because I'm a diehard fan of Zhou Xu."

Xiao Song was taken aback...that singer who had been dead for three years?

Mo Ming lowered his head to blow away the hot air from the mouth of the cup, and his thick eyelashes fell silently like crow feathers.

"I hate all those guys who poured dirty water on my brother Zhou back then." Fu Qiqi leaned against a dressing table with folded arms, "Sun Chao deserved what he deserved. Thousands of people step on it, hehe, it's best for Xia Qing and others to be unlucky as soon as possible, eating my brother Zhou's blood steamed buns, dancing on variety shows every day, I will..."

Xiao Song: "..."

Fu Qiqi realized that she was being unrestrained and lost her composure, so she smiled awkwardly: "Hahaha, I'm just joking, I, I'm going to see my colleague, don't cry stupidly anymore..."

After Fu Qiqi left the dressing room, Xiao Song sighed with emotion: "Zhou Xu has passed away for three years, I didn't expect to have fans."

"Let's go have lunch." Mo Ming stood up, "There seems to be a new western restaurant opened near here, let's go together."

"Wow, thank you Brother Mo."

In the afternoon, Mo Ming went back to the company. He had offered to participate in an adventure variety show before, and his manager Xi Nan had already made an appointment for him. Mo Ming participated in the first episode as an invited guest.

In the evening, he directly signed the contract with the program group.

Mo Ming only signed with Xingci Entertainment a year ago and officially debuted, so he is still a newcomer in the entertainment industry.

Except for the manager who was directly contacted by Han Shaoyong, almost no one knew that it was Han Shaoyong's relationship that he joined Xingci to leave. There were only rumors inside Xingci. Preferential treatment, for example, at work, there is no right to actively choose at the end.

At six o'clock in the evening, Mo Ming opened the door of the apartment.

His waist was still very sore, he just wanted to take a hot bath and fall asleep.

As soon as he opened the door, Mo Ming raised his head and met Han Shaoying who had just come out of the bathroom.

Han Shaoying wore a bath towel around his waist, and held a dry towel in his hand to rub his hair rough. His tall figure was steaming, and a few strands of water glistened slightly on his strong and firm chest, and finally along the sexy mermaid muscle line on his waist , All the way into that bath towel...

"I'm back." Han Shaoyong put the towel directly on top of his head. He walked up to Mo Ming, raised his hand and rubbed Mo Ming's hair habitually, and said with a smile, "It's rare to see me when you open the door."

In the past, Mo Ming always waited for him at the apartment in advance...

Mo Ming looked at the face that was so close at hand, and his eyes seemed to be deeply reflected in the pair of deep eyes in front of him.

He likes Han Shaoyun's eyes the most, although they don't look elegant enough on this sharp face, but even the vague affectionate sway brought to him in a certain moment is enough to drown his heart.

The fundus of the eyes seemed to be filled with a soft cloud, Mo Ming stroked Han Shaorong's face with one hand, and slightly tiptoed to kiss Han Shaorong's eyes.

Han Shaoyun put his arms around Mo Ming's waist, put his nose against Mo Ming, and smiled lowly: "Is that why you miss me?"