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As soon as Wen Cha made a sound, Wen Leshui trembled visibly to the naked eye.

When a person surpasses you and suppresses you repeatedly, you will have a subconscious stress response of retreating when you meet him again.Now, warm tea has the faint possibility of becoming a shadow across Wen Leshui's life.

Wen Cha didn't notice Wen Leshui's anomaly, Zhengyi Little Green Tea just couldn't get used to the way the other party pretended not to mess with science.He sighed: "Brother, don't you know that the darker the wine, the better? Except for those wines worth cellaring, most of them can be drunk after sale. It's not that the older the better, According to the quality of the grapes and the climate of the year, the price of a good wine with good quality and good climate will naturally be higher, and the price of wine from 80 may not be more expensive than that from 82.”

Miller agreed, and Westerners don't know how to be euphemistic, so they just said it in a daze: "Yes, this is a misunderstanding of many people, but it is basic knowledge..."

Wen Leshui's face turned blue and red, hated and ashamed at the same time, wishing to find a hole in the ground to get in, with a trembling voice, she said from between her teeth: "Hold... sorry."

Wen Cha looked at it and found it boring. You are the one who wants to show off, and you are the one who said the wrong thing. You only have the heart to enjoy the honor but not the courage to admit your mistakes. This character is not suitable for the protagonist.

However, he was in a good mood today, and he did not contribute to Wen Leshui's social death, and drank the wine he was holding in one gulp.

The food and drink at the venue were all available, especially the variety of wine. Warm Tea turned to Miller and asked, "Is the sir a sponsor?"

It is rare to see that so much thought is spent on wine, and Miller happens to be a wine merchant, so it is inevitable that people will link them together.

Miller nodded with a smile, not hiding his appreciation for the warm tea.

It seems that the beautiful boy is not an empty-headed person, and he has passed the first test of his test. Then if their conversation is pleasant, if Wen Cha steps on what he appreciates, or if Wen Cha says something nice to him, he will decide Recommend him to Director John Wilson.

No one can refuse the favor of a beauty.

Unexpectedly, Wen Cha nodded calmly, turned around and went back to talk to Adam without hesitation.

Miller:? ? ?what's wrong with you?Do you know what you are missing! ! !

He sneaked closer to the two of them and listened in on their conversation.

Wen Cha was saying to Adam: "Sir, in order to thank you for your insight..."

He brought a whiskey glass filled with ice cubes, looked among the drinks on the table, and finally chose a tawny port wine with gin and caari.

Looking at the beauties under the light, the more beautiful they look, the slender hands fluttering when the warm tea is mixed make people fascinated, as if returning to the hands that are partially featured in his photographed works. The arc is a bit more, which makes people imagine how moving it would be if it was gently touched by a finger.

Miller felt that he was gazing at the warm tea as if he were gazing at a rose worthy of everyone's attention.

After a few breaths, Warm Tea brought a slice of orange from the fruit plate, squeezed out a few drops of juice and poured it into the wine, then put in the orange peel for decoration.

A glass of orange-yellow freshly made cocktail was handed to Adam, golden with orange, clear and clear, like a sea of ​​oranges.

"Negroni, here you are."

Adam was flattered, the rainbow fart was just his instinct, he didn't expect the beauty to save face so much, he quickly took it: "cha, you really surprise me."

Wen Cha smiled and replied "You're welcome".

"Ahem." Miller coughed heavily, indicating that he wanted it too.

Warm Tea turned her head innocently: "Mr. Miller, are you coughing? Maybe you can drink Jizhi syrup."

Of course he can see that Miller has been secretly showing how rich he is to please him.

But not warm tea!

When Wen Leshui approached suddenly, he knew that this Miller had an unusual status, but so what, he didn't like him, and outsiders felt that no matter how good he was, he was not good enough for him.

He looked around, and Wen Leshui had already disappeared unknowingly.

Going out today not only achieved the daily achievement of Xiaobailian, but also harvested a basket of rainbow farts without heavy samples. Wen Cha was very satisfied.

He picked up the nearest glass of rum, and lightly clinked glasses with Adam, and the glass collided with a crisp sound: "I'm leaving."

Turning around and repeating the same with Miller, he put down and left after tasting some wine.

Miller opened his mouth wide, and before he could think of words, he saw the warm tea drifting away like an unpredictable cloud.

The wrinkles on Adam's face were stretched like a blooming chrysanthemum, and he looked so triumphant that he couldn't help but give him a punch. He shook the cocktail in his hand and narrowed his eyes comfortably: "Miller, I obey Your request did not tell Cha about that old John's opportunity to perform, but now it seems that you are also convinced by him."

Miller rolled his eyes in disgust: "Adam, put away your villainous face."

"No way." Adam shrugged helplessly, "I have fine wine made by a beautiful woman, and you even missed a good opportunity because of your high self-esteem. I want to see how you deal with John."

The advertisement directed by John Wilson found Miller looking for candidates. In fact, Adam was also one of the insiders.They intend to find an oriental actor to meet the needs of the winery to open up the Huaguo market. According to the agreement with the Huaguo Film Association, they will find a director seedling from the winners of the Fenghua Cup to train by their side.

But it wasn't until John saw the results of Wen Cha's competition.

Directing by himself, appearing on the scene by himself, stepping on John's aesthetics every frame and every shot, so he deliberately suggested to the jury to add a Muse Award.

Miller smiled bitterly. Who would have thought that Wen Cha would not play cards according to common sense, no matter how he hinted, he would not be moved.This time he came to Huaguo, but he was ordered by the director to inspect Wencha in advance, but he didn't even succeed in striking up a conversation.

Adam laughed at him: "You have to feel guilty for your sloppy contempt. Such a person is worthy of everyone's pursuit. But I warn you, don't speak ill of Cha because of your own mistakes."

Miller sighed and shook his head: "Don't worry, I won't have trouble with money. I have a hunch that as long as the boy agrees to play the role, it will lead to the greatest success of the winery..."

At the same time, Baiyun Airport in City C.

A white-haired foreign old man with sharp eyes like an eagle appeared in the passage in a low-key manner.

The film association staff who had been waiting there came forward: "Mr. John, I will take you to the hotel we have booked."

John nodded gravely at him.

The staff subconsciously held their breath when talking to him. This man has always been known as the "set tyrant" and his aura is terrifyingly powerful.

Unexpectedly, the old man picked up a phone call, talked with the person on the other side for a while, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Miller, there is an old saying in Huaguo that is cleverness is misunderstood by cleverness, do you know the meaning of this sentence now?" ?”

The staff was taken aback, wondering if they had picked up the wrong person or if the famous director had been dropped.

The elderly do not know the rich psychological activities of the people around them.He comically made a weeping expression, and soon returned to a serious look, speaking fluent English and muttering:

"It's okay, I was negligent. I want to meet my muse in person."

On Sunday morning, Wang Ma knocked on Wencha's door early: "Master Xiaocha, someone is looking for you."

The door was pushed open, and a smiling face with a small row of teeth still showing its eyes could not be opened: "Good morning, Wang Ma!"

Wang Ma is rare for Wen Cha's always smiling appearance, which is so cute and beaming.She laughed from ear to ear: "Young master, go downstairs quickly, there is a foreigner who looks really good looking for you."

"Okay." Wen Chaju pulled on his slippers, didn't bother to change clothes, so he casually walked downstairs, passing by the dining table and took an apple.

I didn't hear that anyone was looking for him, he muttered and took a bite of an apple, the sweet and refreshing apple juice filled his mouth, dispelling the chaos in his mind.

There were two people sitting on the sofa, one was Wen Xingsheng, and the other was an old man he had never met, a Westerner with white hair and hooked nose.

The old man was staring at him, not looking at people, but rather admiring a priceless work of art.

Wen Cha was already used to this kind of gaze, so he didn't care whether he looked at it or not, and sat calmly on the sofa a little far away from them.

After a while, the old man finally smiled: "I finally saw the whole picture of Ale."

What he meant was that Wen Chazao’s “Apple” only partially showed his facial features and body parts, and there were technical masters on the Internet who pieced together frame-by-frame screenshots of his eyes, nose, and mouth, hoping to depict his whole picture.As a result, I was slapped in the face by a Chinese netizen who could climb over the wall, saying that Wen Cha himself is a hundred times more beautiful than this AI reduction.

John originally thought that the netizens were bragging, and even wondered if this was Huaguo's marketing method.

It wasn't until he saw Wen Cha on this sunny morning that he finally realized that what the netizens said was not false.

Wen Cha's eyes drooped, the eye creases were deep, his face was plain and untouched, his lips were black and red, and he roughly wiped off a little apple juice overflowing from his lips.The slightly messy navy blue silk pajamas stretched out the slender wrists and neck, which was disgusting to the whole person.

"Hi, I'm John Wilson." John introduced himself.

"Oh." Wen Cha responded indifferently, thinking about it with a confused mind, and barely regained consciousness, "Oh?"

It seems to be the name of the awesome director who is coming to China to shoot commercials.

John obviously can't stand people who are stupid and confused, but the confused look of the young man in front of him made him smile, as if he couldn't control the joy of seeing him from the bottom of his heart.

Wen Xingsheng drank the warm tea first: "There are guests coming and you are dressed so sloppily, what are you talking about?"

Wen Cha replied calmly: "My pajamas were designed by my mother herself, and I asked the top handmade shop in Paris, France to rush to make them. I sprayed the perfume my cousin gave me on my body, and I wore the prayer beads my uncle gave me. I also have apples that my brother washed for me in the morning, this outfit is the best match, okay?"

He purposely added in a muttering tone, but at a volume that could be clearly heard by people close to him: "It's much more expensive than you."

"You!" Wen Xingsheng had the urge to lose his temper early in the morning.

Wencha put the apple core into the trash can accurately: "Oh, I'm sorry, Dad, I accidentally said what was in my heart, but I have no other intentions, I just want to thank Dad for taking me home, I am very happy now .”

Wen Xingsheng's scalp tingled when he heard this, and he wanted to refute Wen Cha, but the other party's words were impeccable, and the breath stuck in his throat, and he could only swallow it, like a deflated ball.

Chinese people can't hear the tea language, and even a foreigner can't understand it.

John said to Wen Xingsheng sincerely: "You are such a good father, and more importantly, you have a good son."

father loving son filial jg

Wen Xingsheng faintly felt that something was wrong, why did he feel like scolding him again.

But he didn't dare to be presumptuous, and asked, "Director Wilson, why are you here..."

Of course, Wen Xingsheng recognized this famous director, the winner of the Oscar, who has produced countless excellent works in his life.What's more important is that a few days ago, people all over the country knew that he was coming to China to shoot commercials.

The entertainment tabloids are full of onion news that celebrities from all walks of life are vying for beauty and wishing to recommend themselves, such as a certain male star fighting for the director's favorite haute couture, a certain female star starving and losing thirty pounds for five days, and doing everything for the attention of others. Can make it up.

"Could it be..." Wen Xingsheng's hesitant gaze shifted from John to Wen Cha.

How lucky is this son who he has never looked at?

John's next words really confirmed his conjecture: "cha, I believe you also know that Chateau Latour invited me to shoot a wine advertisement to be launched in China, and I hope to invite you to be my actor..."

Wen Xingsheng held his breath, and when he could only sigh after Wen Cha agreed, Wen Cha shook his head without hesitation: "No."

John didn't expect that he would really be rejected after he went out, his brows gradually frowned, and he said tentatively: "If you are because of Miller's offense last time, he is not free now, but he hopes to convey his apology to You, if there is a chance, he will personally apologize to you."

Wen Cha shrugged and leaned lazily on the sofa: "It has nothing to do with Miller."

It's okay to be rejected only once, but after being rejected twice in a row, John can't help but wonder if Wen Cha is relying on his preferences to elevate something secretly.His tightly locked brows gradually raised three small creases of equal depth: "cha, I don't understand."

"Is there something I don't understand." Wen Cha tilted his head slightly, and some of his thin bangs fell down to cover his eyes, "I'm just not interested in advertisements."

Not only John, but even Wen Xingsheng's eyes widened in disbelief.He wanted to shake the warm tea to shake the water out of his mind.

John asked: "Don't you want to show your beauty to the public?"

He couldn't figure out what Wencha was thinking, but the general public cared about only a few points, money, power, fame and fortune, and external appearance.

Wen Cha asked back, "Am I not beautiful enough now?"

John was speechless by his self-confidence, took a deep breath and continued to ask.

Two people come and go with each other:

"Don't you want to get a sky-high endorsement fee?"

——"What a sky-high price, I've become very rich recently."

"Don't you want to establish a good cooperative relationship with Chateau Latour and gain their appreciation?"

——"I don't drink alcohol, what do I want their appreciation for?"

John took a deep breath, covered his heart, almost wrinkled his suit, and looked at Wen Cha's pretty face, as if looking at the most stubborn and stubborn fool in the world.

Wen Cha covered his mouth lightly and yawned, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, the blurred and ambiguous tears gleamed under the light, a piece of fair skin and collarbone were randomly exposed under the dark blue pajamas, a decadent and beautiful appearance.

John's heart softened again.

There has never been a person who can make him so excited, and he can't wait to pick up the camera to record everything about him.John has photographed people for many years, and he planned to retire in recent years, because no beauty in the entertainment industry could arouse his interest in turning on the camera, but the oriental boy in front of him was a surprise.The director and the artist achieve each other, and he hopes to finally present a perfect work after his retirement.

"Perhaps..." Wen Xingsheng, who had been silent all this time, said.

John turned to listen.He didn't know Wen Cha's family situation, so he thought that Wen Xingsheng wanted to speak for him and try to persuade Wen Cha.

"If he doesn't want to, don't force it. I have another son who is also very good. You can consider him." Wen Xingsheng put on the smirk that he often had when talking about business, turned around and waved kindly to the side, "Xiao Shui, you come out."

Wen Leshui timidly walked down the stairs behind the living room, put on delicate makeup, tied a rose lace around her neck, carefully dressed, swept Wen Cha's face uneasily, and slowly stood in front of John.

Wen Xingsheng didn't feel embarrassed at all, and he continued to introduce: "This is also my son, named Wen Leshui. He has admired you for a long time, and he made his debut a few years ago, so he has experience..."

Good guy, so I don't care about you, you still have such a disgusting way.

Wen Cha narrowed his eyes, his long eyelashes suppressed the indifference in his eyes, clasped his hands together, and opened and closed his knuckles with a click.

The very troubled John was racking his brains to find a suitable reason to reject Wen Leshui's father and son's inexplicable suggestion. From the corner of his eyes, he found out that the warm coffee table's little tricks were undetectable, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

It seems that things have turned around.

When he thought that Little Sweetheart was going to try to beat someone up, he was worried about how he would fight at his age.

Wen Cha slowly picked up the phone, dialed the number and moved it close to the receiver, the call was answered after three seconds of beep.

I don't know if it's because of the sunlight, but John actually saw something flickering in Wen Cha's eyes, and his voice was faintly crying:

"Mom, Dad bullied me, I don't want to stay in this house..."