[Entertainment] Want to wear a crown

The morning in summer was very early, and it was only five o'clock when the sun shone on Fang Shizhen's face through the window covered with dust and fingerprints.

He woke up in a daze, hadn't been here until late last night with the kid.

Fang Shizhen propped himself up and sat up, and glanced at the child sleeping on the bedding next to him. The child slept more, but he was still sleeping.

It's just that the child looked fine last night, but frowned in his sleep.

Fang Shizhen scratched his hair casually, thinking with some envy: Why do Chinese people have so many double eyelids and big eyes?This child looks like a mixed race, with three-dimensional and exquisite features, maybe he is really a mixed race.

The cell phone rang suddenly, and Fang Shizhen frantically found the cell phone, took a cautious look at the child, and went outside to answer the phone.

Min Rui turned over, half-opened his eyes in a daze, and the golden sunlight shone into his eyes through his thick long eyelashes. Such stimulation made him shed physiological tears.

Fang Shizhen answered the phone and came back to see that the child had sat up with his bird's nest head on his head. Fang Shizhen was a strange uncle with messy hair, and this child had become a messy beauty.Sure enough, the completion of fashion depends on the face.

"What's wrong?" Fang Shizhen noticed that the child was crying, and hurriedly knelt down beside him and supported his shoulder and asked.

Min Rui blinked, with eye droppings on his eyelashes. The translation earphones could only translate the most standard Korean and it was very blunt.

"ihungry." He thought for a while, and expressed his truest feeling at the moment in one of the languages ​​he was most familiar with.

Fang Shizhen heaved a sigh of relief: "We'll have dinner later." He gestured to pick up the meal, and Min Rui nodded half-understanding.

"Let's go to the police station later, shall we?" Fang Shizhen tried his best to make his pronunciation more standard so that the translation earphones could recognize him. He was in a hurry and used a dialect just now. No wonder the child didn't understand, "Your father's friend It seems to be looking for you."

It took Min Rui a minute to hear the words translated by the translator earphones. Min Yun had said before that if he had an accident, South Korea would have a suitable person to take care of him, but I am not sure if this suitable person is from the police station. that.

After getting off the taxi at the gate of the police station, Fang Shizhen looked at his empty wallet and sighed, then protected Min Rui's shoulders and led him into the police station.

The clerk who recorded yesterday led them outside a small room: "This person said he wanted to talk to this child alone."

Not everyone would vacate a room if they wanted to talk about the police station alone. Fang Shizhen guessed that maybe this kid was either rich or expensive, but his clothes didn't look like that either.Fang Shizhen opened the door and glanced at the man in a suit and leather shoes sitting inside, and said to Min Rui, "If you think something is wrong with him, call him right away. I'll wait for you outside the door."

Min Rui smiled at him. Although the child is young, he can still feel what it means to be sincere.

He walked in with strides, and the man sitting inside stared at his half-worn sneakers and a set of sportswear. The strange thing was that this man was obviously a white man, but he still spoke fluent Chinese: " Are you Min Rui?"

Min Rui nodded, and sat opposite the man, with a straight posture and calm eyes.

"My name is Clyde." The man extended his right hand to him. After the two shook hands symbolically, Min Rui continued to look at him.

Clyde took out a stack of documents from his black Burberry briefcase: "This is Min Yun's legacy, you only need to sign and we will help you with all follow-up matters."

Min Rui didn't accept those documents, but just glanced at them, as if all the documents were printed in Chinese to take care of him: "How long have you been planning this matter?"

With such complete preparations, it was definitely not a temporary idea.

Claude weighed it up: "I'm sorry, the less you know about your father, the better. You just need to know that he is a hero. You are not our kind, so you don't have the right to know."

Who rarely becomes your kind of people.

Min Rui took the document and read the words carefully, surpassing the maturity that a ten-year-old boy should have: "Did my mother divorce him because of these things?"

Claude nodded with a serious expression.

Min Rong had already told him enough on the plane, and Min Rui didn't want to know what his father did in the United States. He was even less interested in these organizations with superhuman abilities, and the best thing was to be able to live well. .

Claude continued: "When I was at the police station just now, I heard them say that the man outside the door wanted your custody?"

Min Rui looked up at him and stopped reading.

"I suggest you, don't let him know the existence of these papers." Claude glanced at the needlepoint watch on his wrist, with a sincere tone, "If you want, we will help him adopt you successfully. But these inheritances are yours. Father's property has nothing to do with him at all. It will only go into your private account."

Min Rui nodded, he had no objection.

After reading those documents, Min Rui more or less realized that maybe his father was really not an ordinary person, and his way of working was completely different from normal fathers.

He finally wrote his name in the signature place, and the handwriting of elementary school students can only be said to be neat.

Claude put away the documents in a businesslike manner: "Very good, I hope we will not meet in the future. This is your bank card."

Min Rui took the card with the Citibank logo and put it in the pocket of his sweatpants.

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In winter like this, when you breathe out and there will be frost and white mist, staying at home is the best choice.

But there are still many who would rather be out in the cold than enjoy the festive atmosphere and look at the newly opened shop windows.

Min Rui walked on the road wearing a new hand-woven scarf, wearing a light gray knitted sweater hat of the same color, her hands wrapped in heavy gloves, a short black down jacket and light blue thick denim trousers. The shoes on the soles of his feet couldn't keep out the cold, so he deliberately aggravated his steps when walking.

Even though he was fully armed with only one pair of eyes exposed, his deep eyebrows and eyes added a gloomy look to his whole demeanor.

Entering the store, he took off his scarf, exposing his delicate but masculine features to the light, pushing the trolley of the store, familiarly taking all kinds of chocolates from the shelves and throwing them into the trolley.

At the cash register, Min Rui handed over a card: "Swipe the card."

Two years later, he was able to communicate in Korean without barriers. After paying the bill, he smirked at the part-time college student.

The girl at the cash register smiled at him and asked, "Buy so many chocolates?"

Min Rui smiled lightly: "I gave it to someone on Valentine's Day."

Under the surprised eyes of the cashier, he walked out of 711 with a bag of chocolates.

"Oh, don't tell me," Min Rui dialed the number. After the connection, the voice of the rudimentary boyish voice sounded very nice amidst the electric current, "Uncle, I have already bought the chocolate you mentioned. That's it Is it really good to do it?"

Fang Shizhen laughed and ate another piece of Ferrero. He hummed a song in a good mood and folded the golden tinfoil into the shape of a little angel: "She must be very moved, right? Do you think so? En?"

Min Rui frowned, holding the bag in one hand and the phone in the other: "I don't think underground female rappers in nightclubs would like this kind of sweets, right? You should give some swag as well?"

Fang Shi shook his head and said, "You don't understand. Girls like chocolate."

Min Rui was silent when she heard the words, and choked out a sentence for a while: "But I have more suitors in my 12 years of life than you have in your 30 years of life..."

Fang Shi shook the hand that broke the little angel's wings, and the extremely thin tin foil was torn like this.

"Yeah! You brat..."

Min Rui hung up the phone decisively.

A few days ago, when Fang Shizhen was planning to go to the underground to find his favorite trainee, he met a female rapper with a super personality, who was about the same age as him, and also had eyes full of stories.

Fang Shizhen was immediately attracted by those pyrotechnic eyes.

"Is that just because she's smoking?" Min Rui complained, with a helpless expression, "And what do you mean by smoky eyes? Cataracts?"

If you describe a female rapper like this, you will be dissed, right?

That being said, help is still needed.

At the same time, Fang Shizhen thought that if he went over rashly to offer courtesies, he would definitely be rejected. It would be better to take a detour to create a sense of mystery and first gain enough favorability before reappearing.

So the task of improving favorability fell on Min Rui.

The name Min Rui used when he was in Korea was Fang Minrui, because Fang Shizhen said that there are very few people with two names in Korea.

Min Rui readily agreed to follow his surname in order not to let herself be rejected.

It turned out later that it wasn't necessary at all.

Because Fang Shizhen really regarded him as his own child, and this hip-pop-loving man actually didn't care much about those things.

But now that everything has been changed, Min Rui just needs to remember who he is. Anyway, Fang Shizhen will drag him to the cemetery every year to pay homage to Fang Shizhen.

Since the incense of the Min family has not been broken, there is nothing to worry about.

What's more, no one cares about Min Rui in China.

Min Rui's biological mother went abroad after divorce.I don't know which country I'm in now.It was purely a child's anger to say that she was dead.

Min Rui sincerely hoped that Fang Shizhen could find a suitable wife, and he didn't mind that he might be rejected by Fang Shizhen's new family.

Anyway, he will be an adult in a few years. If Fang Shizhen's future family doesn't dislike him and bring gifts to their house during the Chinese New Year, if he dislikes him, he can live outside on his own income without disturbing others.

After Fang Shizhen adopted Min Rui, he began to delve into the knowledge of being a parent. Anyway, he had to learn relevant knowledge when he brought trainees. For the trainees who left home, as the company president, he was their parent.

Min Rui didn't have much interest in making his debut, and he agreed to be a trainee because he wanted to not make Fang Shizhen hate him at first.

Fang Shizhen took him secretly to watch performances underground, anyway, the first time they met was in such an unscrupulous place as a pub.

Min Rui is not very impressed with the Korean rapper's singing style. He prefers to sing. His voice is good, the high pitch is not a problem at all, and the harmony is even more pleasant to hear the soul.

Although Fang Shizhen prefers rappers, he also said that the lead singer is indispensable for idol groups. If Min Rui is willing, it will be no problem to train him to be a C position.

But what is fascinating is that Min Rui is a dancer.

Although he is in good physical condition, although he can do somersaults diagonally in the practice room when he is interested, although he can perform extreme moves with ease...

But as soon as he heard the rhythm, Min Rui became very uncomfortable.

Either the force is weak and weak, or the force is too strong and it looks like a gang fight.

No matter how strong the relationship between the dance teacher Sun Chengde and Fang Shizhen was, there was no way to praise the pair of uncles and nephews in name against his will.

Min Rui is also very helpless.

Walking to the nightclub where the other party's Shi Zhen was of great significance, Min Rui slipped in from the back kitchen.

"Song Yayanxi" Min Rui found the woman who was bartending, ignored the man who was teaching her bartending, and handed the female rapper, who was still plain at the moment, a bag of chocolates, "Someone asked me to give you chocolates."

The man beside him sat up from his seat and looked at Min Rui, with an unfriendly expression on his face: "Who are you?"

Min Rui is 12 years old and 1.7 meters tall.The soles of the shoes he is wearing today are a bit thicker, they look 1.7 meters three.

At this moment, he was wearing a woolen hat and scarf, and deliberately lowered his voice. It sounded like no one thought that he was still a minor.

"Are you Song Yayanxi?"

The man was taken aback when he heard this.

"I'm just talking to Song Yayan." Min Rui's subtext is that it's none of your business to interject.

Song Yayan stood up, wearing a tight black turtleneck sweater, she was not as tall as Min Rui.

Yes, petite.Fang Shizhen's favorite type.

Min Rui nodded in her heart, but she still didn't show it on her face.Just pass the chocolate over.

"Yayan, you can't accept things from strangers." The bartender said hurriedly.

But Song Yayan still took the chocolate.

"What to do with them is your business." Min Rui said, putting his hands into the pockets of his down jacket, "It's best to eat, and it doesn't matter if you throw them away. The choice is yours."

Fang Shizhen confessed that he must leave a deep impression.If such a swag dialogue does not leave an impression, he is considered lame.

Song Yayan took the chocolate: "Who gave it to you?"

Min Rui hesitated for a moment, but still replied: "A person who silently pays attention to you."

Song Yayan returned the chocolate: "I don't like such old-fashioned lines, if you want to chase me, you have to know how to rap."

Min Rui frowned, and looked at this serious woman in disbelief: "Why?"

Just because you are a rapper, you can't ask your boyfriend to also be able to rap, right?

Song Yayan shrugged: "I am willing."

Sure enough, I can't reason with the rapper.

Min Rui thought about it carefully, but no matter how he recalled it, he could only come to one conclusion—Fang Shizhen couldn't rap.

Although he can appreciate rap, he is really not good at it.

Min Rui shrugged: "I will tell you."

Song Yayan glanced at him with a half-smile: "Also, if that person asks you to give something later, just tell him that I only accept gifts from rappers."

Min Rui had already turned around and walked a few steps, but when she heard this, she couldn't help turning her head: "Mo?"

Rapper's gift?

Isn't that diss?

This one has a very strong taste.

Min Ruifei also left as if.

"Did you see the way that kid looked at me at the end?" Song Yayan couldn't help laughing, and put her hands on the bar, "It's like seeing a ghost!"

Park Taemin leaned against the bar, his face was not very good-looking: "Is that guy underage? In the end, his voice sounded like a girl's."

"Maybe." Song Yayan took a piece of chocolate from her favorite brand, "It's rare to see a high-pitched male rapper..."

Park Taemin watched helplessly as the female rapper ate a whole Kukinder family pack of chocolates in just three seconds.

It seems that the kid didn't say he was a rapper, did he?