Superstar Rebirth: The Actor is a Million

"Entrusted to help."

Fu Chao was talking solemnly, but his hand was still holding Wen Yang's, and he didn't intend to let go.

Wen Yang turned around and took a look outside, and saw Ke Ke lying on the back of the sofa and looking at them with her face in her hands.

The round-faced girl smiled ripplingly, her face was dyed crimson.

He didn't know, but Ke Ke had already started to fantasize about the two or three things that the two of them had to talk about in the kitchen.

"It's troublesome." He said in a warm voice, retracting his hand as if electrocuted and resting it on the sink in front of him.

"En." Fu Chao took a step back, picked up the apron strap with his fingers, slowly untied the dead knot, and tied a bow again, "Okay."

He stood there without moving, thinking that Wen Yang, who he had retreated from, turned around and bumped into his arms.

Taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around Wen Yang's waist, he raised his eyebrows, and the villain complained first: "Are you throwing yourself into your arms?"

"Boss Fu misunderstood." Wen Yang stepped back, "The kitchen is a bit messy, Boss Fu might as well wait outside, the food will be ready soon."

Fu Chao doesn't like the way he calls himself, but he also knows that now is not the time for him to change his mind.

In Wen Yang's eyes, they weren't that familiar yet.

"You start, I won't hinder you." It's not appropriate to mention washing vegetables at this time, he thought for a while, "I haven't seen anyone else cook, I'm a little curious."

When Wen Yang heard his otherworldly words, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Then you can do whatever you want."

In his previous life, he was also an orphan, similar to the experience of the original owner. He was adopted by a DINK couple in the United States. His family was not rich, but his life was passable.

Later, in order to make a living, he dropped out of school and went to the film crew to play tricks. He ran for many years, and was recognized by a director. Only then did he become Wen Yang, the three-time champion actor.

For the role of a cook, he made a special trip to visit famous chefs to study for several months.

When he washed and cut the vegetables and was ready to put them into the pot, Fu Chao leaned on the kitchen counter with his arms folded and watched.

Wen Yang can stand still in front of many cameras, and he doesn't feel uncomfortable under his gaze, as long as he is a transparent person.

He is a person who will immerse himself in everything he does, because he believes that only in this way can he really do a good job in the matter at hand.

Just like stir-frying, when he puts his heart into it, the color and aroma of the dishes will be better.

Fu Chao sized him up from head to toe with admiring eyes. Wen Yang, who was wearing an apron, looked like a good wife and mother.

Looking at it like this, he had the feeling that he was a husband who had just returned home and watched his wife cook.

Seems okay, that feeling.

The kitchen was very quiet, only the sound of spatulas colliding with each other could be heard.

The two clearly had no communication, but the scene looked very harmonious.

Coco, lying by the door, had green eyes, she was so excited that she wanted to jump up and down, and the phone with the camera mode turned on was in continuous shooting mode.

Fu Chao turned his eyes sideways, causing her to hunched over in fright, and quickly crawled to the sofa to stay there.

Mei Zizi opened the photo album, and when she saw one of them, she blushed.

The gentle and beautiful Shou was lying on the sink, and the tall and handsome man came from behind...

Shaking the yellow waste in her head, she felt that if she continued to think about it, she would have a nosebleed.

I really want to share the love photos I captured with the little sisters in the group, but as a qualified assistant, I have to protect the artist's privacy at all times.

"Sisters, these will be benefits after the official announcement." The smile on the corner of her mouth gradually changed.

That's right, she is an authentic Chaoyang CP party.

In order to obtain first-hand information to prove that the CP she was knocking on had something to do with it, she took a lot of effort to become Wen Yang's assistant.

Seeing Mr. Fu like that must be interesting to Yang Zai. When Yang Zai was squatting in front of her with the medicine box just now, someone's jealous eyes would burn a hole in her.

I can't tell, Mr. Fu is still a boring person.

The freshly cooked dishes wafted an aroma that made people move their index fingers, and the hot air in the pot blurred Wen Yang's face, and let Fu Chao know what the real "living color and fragrance" is.

When Wen Yang picked up the plate and was about to send it out, he stepped forward to take it with a natural expression: "I'm hungry."

"That's good." Wen Yang didn't miss the slight anticipation when he stared at the dishes on the plate.

The two served the table together, looking like the hosts who entertained the guests together.

As a "guest", Ke Ke patted her face. Today, my aunt laughed a little too much, and she felt her face was stiff from laughing.

"What song is it today?" After Wen Yang packed up the dishes and came out, Ke Ke hurriedly asked expectantly.

Wen Yang picked up the general who was at his feet, scratched his trouser legs with his paws, and said to her, "How about "Adilina by the Water"?"

Ke Ke excitedly clapped her hands: "I like everything that Yang Zai plays."

Fu Chao sat carelessly, with his chin raised slightly, his arrogance-condensed phoenix eyes, looked at Wen Yang with a touch of inadvertent tenderness.

When that gaze fell on Ke Ke, it was as cold as an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. He didn't like Wen Yang's special treatment of this girl.

But he didn't think about getting her away from the company, because he despised these dirty tricks the most.

A man conquers the person he likes by relying on his own charm and ability, instead of wasting useless crooked thoughts on the so-called rival in love.

However, Jiang Xiyun and Song Nian, who had long been on his blacklist, were exceptions.

Thinking of Song Nian's identity, his brows became more hostile.

Wen Yang put the cat down gently, opened the piano cover and sat down, with his hands on the black and white keys.

He closed his eyes, his slender fingers were jumping on the piano keys, and the beautiful melody came out, so that the general couldn't help but lie down at his feet and listen carefully.

The young man's skin is very fair. From Fu Chao's perspective, he can see his soft jawline, which is not sharp at all. What is accumulated on his body is a kind of warmth that makes people can't help but smile.

He sat upright, and when he was immersed in the music he played, he would raise his head slightly and then lower his body slightly.

Fu Chao has never focused his attention on a single person like this before, maybe it was because of his interest that eventually became a habit.

He has always known what he wants and will do his best to get what he wants.

Playing a song after dinner has been Wen Yang's habit for a long time. This habit started after the onset of his illness in his previous life.

Because only in this way can he forget the pain caused by the serious illness.

He has always been a gentle person. Even if he died of illness in the end, he never complained about the injustice of fate, but did not want his friends to be sad because of his passing.

He sent Fu Chao and Ke Ke to the door, and asked him to send Ke Ke back. Seeing the satisfied smile on Fu Chao's face, he was sure that he was right.

Fu Chao should be interested in Cocoa.

It turned out that he liked women, no wonder he refused the original owner's confession without hesitation.

Wen Yang was thinking like this, but Fu Chao suddenly leaned over and lowered his head close to his ear and said, "Thank you for the hospitality, it's delicious."

There is ambiguity flowing in the deliberately low voice.