The group pet green tea dressed as cannon fodder really young master

Sweet wine, light sandalwood.

Wen Cha opened his eyes in a daze, as if he was bewitched by the other party's cold and emotional eyebrows, unable to turn his head.

Then his little head, which was not very bright at this moment, instructed him to run after kissing, and ran back to the room and fell asleep.

When the morning sun shone through the window on the white sheets, Wen Cha got up from the bed, brushed the messy hair, rolled the quilt into a ball and hugged it obediently, resting his chin on the soft velvet quilt to think about life.

He was kissed in a daze last night, when the soft touch left his lips and Qi Xiuzhu was breathing in his ear, he pushed away the other's chest and slipped away.

There's no way, if it's put on warm tea when he's sober, he might be able to grab Qi Xiuzhu and say "do it again".But at that time, he was so drunk, and his insufficient brain capacity couldn't help him understand that Qi Xiuzhu didn't refuse him, and he kissed him anyway, and he collapsed suddenly. The kiss was fierce and urgent.So, like a small animal that sensed danger, it ran away without a trace.

Qi Xiuzhu is a real dog, he actually tricked a drunk man into becoming drunk himself.

After the memory was over, Wen Cha patted the bed sheet:

What a loss!

Maybe he could sleep with my uncle in the next step, but the alcohol made him miss the chance!What a mistake to drink!

Wen Cha got up and started work with a very regretful and heavy heart.

The makeup artist smeared on his face, and swept a layer of wine red and gold eyeshadow on his eyelids so thin that the blue blood vessels were faintly visible. Fortunately, Wen Cha's browbones were straight enough to support such a European and American makeup method.

He drank too much wine yesterday, and his temples are still a bit uncomfortable with warm tea. He still closed his eyes when he heard footsteps behind him, but pointed out the person's name accurately: "John, I can't drink so much wine today. , the harm is not shallow."

John stood beside him: "cha, don't say that, wine is a good thing, and it made your relationship soar."

Wen Cha opened his eyes, and the eyes of the two met in the mirror.John was winking at him with a sneaky look. It is estimated that the picture of kissing yesterday was hit by this old man.

Wen Cha was not shy, and responded flatly with an "oh", then looked up and acted like a baby with the make-up artist sister: "Sister, don't spray so much hairspray, please, your scalp feels uncomfortable."

The makeup artist sister coaxed him: "Don't worry, cha, it will definitely not happen."

John stuck there and refused to leave. The old man seemed to be eager to gossip today, and he dragged a stool to sit next to the warm tea with great interest: "You can invite me to be the photographer for your wedding, and I will guarantee that you will be photographed perfectly."

If it wasn't for Qi Xiuzhu being the benefactor he dared not make mistakes with, he would definitely have grabbed Qi Xiuzhu and slapped the camera on the other's face like crazy.Qi Xiuzhu's face was photographed in a proper abstinence style, which also drove many people crazy.

If he was invited to Wen Cha's wedding, he would be able to photograph both Wen Cha and Qi Xiuzhu, the best of both worlds.

What a smart old man he is!

Wen Cha's lips were slightly parted, waiting for the makeup artist sister to finish applying the lipstick on him. The sticky feeling made him want to lick it, and the makeup artist sister gave him a non-threatening stare.

Wen Cha shook his head and didn't move his lips, so his voice was vague: "I can invite you to my wedding, but my groom doesn't have to be him."

John struggled to understand the meaning of Wen Cha's words, and found that he couldn't understand.

"Do you know what I call him?" Wen Cha laughed, "I call him Uncle."

John doesn't understand the complicated seniority of Chinese people, and his confused eyes fully show his confusion.

"I have no blood relationship with him. The reason why I call him Uncle is because my fiance calls him Uncle." Wen Cha picked up a long eyelash from the corner of his eye in front of the mirror, and the glass mirror clearly reflected John Surprised to a little horrified face.

He continued to add: "So if I get married, he will indeed appear at my wedding, but not in the name of the groom, but in the name of the elders."

John:? ? ?Are you Hua people also playing so wildly? ? ?

The amount of information was a bit large, John took a moment to silently shed tears of sympathy for Qi Xiuzhu, but because foreigners love dog blood and soaked in the entertainment industry for a long time, his bottom line of integrity is very low, he immediately accepted Good: "Okay, if you need me for your wedding, I'm still very happy to help."

By the way, take a look at what Qi Xiuzhu's face will look like, and see if the groom is wearing a green hat.

The commercial shooting lasted for a few days, and it has entered the final stage. Wen Cha only needs to make up a few shots.

He unbuttoned the topmost button, the French-style draped shirt is mainly white, the skin on the neck and collarbone is fair, chasing a grape-shaped blackcurrant-colored transparent gemstone.

John finally chose a little inspiration from Edward's "Ode to Dionysus" and intercepted a part of it as the background sound of the advertisement.

What's interesting is that last time, Wen Cha kindly reminded him to pay attention to Edward. He went back and searched and found that Edward's published works had the same style as Wen Leshui's performance of "Ode to Dionysus" that day.

They are all smart people who have been struggling for most of their lives, and after a little brainstorming, they know that Edward is Wen Leshui's foreign aid.So he crossed Wen Leshui and directly asked Edward if he could commercialize "Ode to Dionysus".

Unexpectedly, Edward was the first to ask him with great interest what the result of the interview was. After learning that Wen Cha was elected, Edward smiled happily on the other end of the phone, and immediately agreed, and said that for Wen Cha, he could send the song to him for free. for them to use.

John was confused: which side are you from?

When he came to China, he often had question marks in his head.

Edward helped Wen Leshui to interview again, and in the name of Wen Tea, he gave free music, and the grass on the wall was not as fast as him. What kind of spy talent is this?

But this has nothing to do with John, after all, he has made a lot of money, so he happily accepted it, and informed Wen Cha at the same time.

Wen Cha also kindly conveyed that he would definitely thank Edward for his generosity.

Within half a month, all the processes of advertising production and submission for review were completed, and various platforms began to fully roll out the push.

As an investor, Qi Xiuzhu only saw the finished product a few days earlier than others.

Footsteps first appeared on the LCD screen, manors and bonfires gradually appeared in the depths of the dense forest, and the feast of Dionysus began. John only intercepted a short segment describing the feast as a cut-in.The lyrical double-pipe flute music gradually took away the noisy human voices, and people spontaneously took the most gorgeous diamonds, the most plump grapes, and the most delicate pendants to the depths of the dense forest.

A throne sits quietly under the moonlight, and the dazed young man in the middle wears a crown made of olive branches and laurel, and is dressed gorgeously and thinly, extremely glamorous.

He is not Dionysus, but the bride of Dionysus.

The god of wine was moved, took the dew, plucked the roses, stepped on the thorns, and carefully offered a glass of wine to his bride.

The response to the advertisement was very enthusiastic. People who were waiting for John’s new work gave praises, and even the full-time critics silently shut up and did not find fault:

[John, as expected of you, a big drop of consciousness]

[John has found a good actor, the last film of his career has come to a perfect end]

[Warm tea is good, born for the camera]

[The only shortcoming is that there is a little less tension]

The comments from the latecomers seemed irrational, wailing everywhere:

[I heard that John still has an unedited and uncensored version of the advertisement ready to be launched abroad, sisters rush]

[Wife Sihasha, isn’t it just wine, I’ll give you whatever you want! ]

[Wife is not a fisherman!It's fishing! ]

[Do you want to buy wine for your wife!I don't choose, the one in the advertisement will do! ]

[After buying wine and getting drunk, I can kiss my wife in my dream]

Qi Xiuzhu's mouse cursor stayed on the last comment, thinking for a long time.

Since the last time I met Wen Cha and kissed him, Wen Cha didn't pay much attention to him.

Qi Xiuzhu knew Wen Cha very well, he was not a shy character, he was more likely to let Wen Cha take charge than Wen Cha asked him to take charge.

Excluding all the impossibilities, I can only come to the conclusion that the little heartless wiping her mouth didn't take that kiss seriously at all.

The video automatically entered replay, Qi Xiuzhu was still reluctant to turn it off, a wry smile appeared on his lips, and he sighed.

The sales volume of the wine endorsed by Wencha exploded, causing phenomenal enthusiasm.Regardless of whether you open social software online or cast huge screens in offline shopping malls, they all show the beauty of warm tea in a big way.

"Xiaocha, mom is useless, mom didn't grab that wine." Xue Mei was really sad.

Wen Cha comforted her: "Mom, I can tell the wine merchant..."

"No!" Xue Mei retorted without even thinking about it. No one can deprive a woman of the joy of grabbing things. The most delicious thing is to grab things by yourself. Buy it for me too!"

The tool man Wen Rong went online again, and he responded helplessly.

Chateau Latour's sincerity to open up the Huaguo market is naturally not bad, and the seller is particularly aggressive in dividing the wine into high-end, mid-range and ordinary grades for sale.Rareness is the most expensive high-end wine, and it is packaged as a luxury like a bag, which can only be bought by robbing.

Recently, the upper-class ladies have nothing to do but grab wine, and whoever grabs it will hold a party to show off to each other.

"mom……"

In the old house of the Qi family, Qi Xiuzhu looked at Mrs. Qi who was very excitedly opening the box, with dazed eyes.

Early in the morning, the Qi family was packed with couriers, and the servants covered their mouths and smiled kindly, lamenting Mrs. Qi's rather childish behavior.

Mrs. Qi beckoned: "Come quickly, I finally got the wine endorsed by Wen Cha. I heard that Xue Mei didn't get it yet. I want to invite her to drink with me!"

The sense of comparison has been deeply engraved in Mrs. Qi's bones, which made her behave sometimes generously and sometimes stingy.

"Why did you buy so many?" Qi Xiuzhu looked at the living room.

Mrs. Qi's fancier skills came out as soon as she opened her mouth: "I support the cause of warm tea. I bought all the mid-range wine and ordinary wine to help him sell more."

There are several boxes piled up on the wall, and those who don’t know it think this is a wholesale winery. Madam Qi doesn’t care about the quality of the wine, and prays devoutly to the poster tube that comes with the wine: “Let me collect them all.”

It was not useless for John to shoot warm tea on the set. Being quite business-minded, he proposed to Chateau Latour and Qi's that they could randomly attach posters and sell the wine as an album of idols.

Chateau Latour was skeptical at first, but acquiesced after seeing the quality of John's film.

The warm tea in each picture is either happy or angry, and matches with different makeup.Mrs. Qi has already collected the jungle elf version and the flower fairy version. She rolled her eyes and pulled Qi Xiuzhu over: "Come here and dismantle it for me. Get me a deep-sea mermaid version."

Qi Xiuzhu has never seen his mother so pious since he was a child, she is more serious than going to a temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.

He couldn't laugh or cry, he helped Mrs. Qi unpack the package, and raised his eyebrows slightly - the poster was set with green vines as the background, and Wen Cha casually glanced at the camera, which really deserved the title of "elf".

"Sigh." Mrs. Qi hated iron and steel, "Why are you so unlucky, don't you know him, it seems that there is no fate."

Qi Xiuzhu was used to his mother's way of thinking, so he shrugged his shoulders to express his helplessness.

Inexplicably, she felt that the description of "no fate" seemed unlucky, Madam Qi paused for a second, and said "Bah, bah, bah" three times to indicate that she was talking nonsense, all the gods can go and don't take it seriously.

She looked at Qi Xiuzhu's faint black eyes, and looked around to make sure no one else could hear her: "Isn't your eldest brother's matter settled yet? Don't be so serious, it's enough to show the old man a show of brotherhood."

After all, it is my own, no matter how much alienation and estrangement there is, it is much closer than other people.She was just trying to save face in front of outsiders, boasting that her son would definitely be able to solve the problem for the boss of the Qi family, but she didn't expect that the loophole was so complicated, she really screwed up her son.

In order to make up for the guilt, Mrs. Qi stuffed the poster into Qi Xiuzhu's hand: "Son, I'm sorry, this is for you."

Qi Xiuzhu didn't want her to know the dirty things at work, so he smiled and agreed.

Mr. Qi happened to come out of the restaurant, and Mrs. Qi's exaggerated desire to shop was no surprise, so she asked with a smile, "What makes you like it so much?"

What I like is not the thing, but the person behind it.

But Mrs. Qi will not admit it, and just perfunctory her husband: "I'll buy it if I'm in a good mood."

The second child of the Qi family led the whole family into the gate, and Mrs. Qi said, "If Mom wants it, the Qi family and Chateau Latour have a cooperation, and we can just talk about it."

"Oh?" Mr. Qi has been raising flowers and fishing for a long time, and doesn't pay much attention to the recent internal developments in the company. "That's right."

"That's right, the spokesperson is Wen Cha, the young master from the Wen family." The second child of the Qi family smiled and asked Mrs. Qi again, "Mom likes small tea?"

Mrs. Qi always remembered to hold her back in front of her stepson, so she immediately stopped her excited expression and said, "Ah, it's okay, it's just so-so."

Mr. Qi was quite impressed with Wencha: "It's that good-looking kid who makes tea delicious."

Except that after drinking warm tea that day, the old man of the Xue family showed off in front of them every day how well-behaved and considerate his newly-acquainted grandson was.

The second child of the Qi family gave Qi Junhao a look.

When the marriage contract with Wen's family was changed from Wen Leshui to Wencha, Qi's second child was still dissatisfied. After all, the marriage of a wealthy family values ​​the interests most, and Wen Leshui's interests are more visible to the naked eye than the true young master who just came back from the countryside. much.

Unexpectedly, Wen Cha's luck was against the heavens. He first won the favor of the old men, and then heard that Xue Mei and Wen Rong were very interested in him, and then filmed this commercial. He gained fame, money, and beauty.

Now in the eyes of the second child of the Qi family, Wencha is simply the most suitable marriage partner.

He seldom paid attention to his son Qi Junhao, and cared more about his eldest son, but Qi Junhao had such an opportunity, which made him think highly of this usually invisible and disfavored son during this time.

An outright profit-oriented person of course knows what it means to strike while the iron is hot. The second son of the Qi family took advantage of the fact that everyone was present and the old man was in a good mood, and said with a smile: "Dad, Jun Hao is thin-skinned. Let me speak for him. Look at him and Wen Cha." Do you want to get married as soon as possible?"

Mr. Qi happened to be a bit greedy for the cup of tea made by Wencha, so he agreed after thinking for a while: "Okay, I remember correctly, Wencha is not yet of legal marriage age. But you can get engaged first. For specific matters, you and Wencha Go home and talk."

The second child of the Qi family and Qi Junhao immediately agreed happily.

"what?"

Only Mrs. Qi exclaimed, and when she looked up and saw everyone looking at her, she quickly waved her hand to show that there was nothing wrong with her, and muttered again in her heart:

One is his own son, and the other is his step-son's son. You can figure out who is close and who is not.Of course she prefers Qi Xiuzhu.Whether Wen Cha is her granddaughter-in-law or daughter-in-law, she certainly hopes to be her daughter-in-law.

Based on her understanding of her son, her son definitely moved Fanxin.

If Wen Cha married Qi Junhao, what would happen to her son?

She secretly glanced at Qi Xiuzhu.

His brows and eyes were drooping, the corners of his smiling lips were straightened, he was indifferent and alienated, he didn't know what he was thinking...