Chen Jiao brought a bowl of white porridge to Ye Xiaotian. Not only did he not lose his job, he also became Ye Xiaotian's full-time chef. In addition to the hotel salary, he could also receive the additional salary Ye Xiaotian paid him.
Everyone said that Chen Jiao was lucky. What kind of luck must he have to satisfy Ye Xiaotian's appetite with a bowl of white porridge!
Ye Xiaotian lived in a high-end suite in the hotel. The kitchen, bathroom, and living room were all fully equipped. There was even a small room for the children, which was decorated to be extraordinarily warm.
The hotel didn't dare to offend a big customer like Ye Xiaotian, so he hurriedly said hello to Chen Jiao. He didn't need to worry about the usual kitchen affairs, he just had to go up and cook for Mr. Ye! Whatever you do, you can satisfy Mr. Ye with just a bowl of white porridge! !
Chen Jiao blinked, feeling a little baffled. He thought that the real estate boss had his brain burned out and asked him to specialize in cooking!
But Chen Jiao had no choice but to take the elevator upstairs to cook for Ye Xiaotian three times a day.
So now Chen Jiao has to get up early every morning to go to the hotel and prepare the meal before Ye Xiaotian and Ye Fei get up. Chen Jiao originally planned to leave after making breakfast, but it was such a coincidence every time. After washing his hands and preparing to leave, Ye Xiaotian opened the door and walked out of the room with his slippers in his slippers. His face was still sleepy, and his expression was a little... Vague.
Chen Jiao works in the service industry. Of course he doesn't dare to shake his head and leave. He can only laugh in his heart and say with a smile on his lips: "Good morning, Mr. Ye!"
Ye Xiaotian always turned around to look, raised his eyebrows and said hello: "Good morning!"
Then the little bald Ye Fei also ran out of the room at this time, "Good morning, daddy! Good morning, uncle!!"
Ye Xiaotian took the child with him and seldom had a meal at night. He was a golden Buddha and no one could invite him, so every evening Ye Xiaotian would sit on the sofa and read the newspaper, or play with Ye Fei for a while. Sometimes I also read children's books to my children.
The kitchen is open, and Chen Jiao is cooking in front of the stove. Sometimes the smoke is crackling, and sometimes he is chopping vegetables on the chopping board.
Ye Xiaotian was sitting on the sofa reading a children's book to his children, his voice was low, like a clear spring flowing in the dark night; Chen Jiao was cooking in the kitchen, and when he could hear Ye Xiaotian, he would occasionally be stunned while chopping vegetables. , I wonder why this man’s voice is so nice.
Chen Jiao's back was facing the direction of the sink, with a slender figure and an apron tied around his waist. Ye Xiaotian occasionally raised his eyes, looking from his shoulders down to his waist, and finally from Chen Jiao's pert buttocks. Take it back and tell the story to the child.
Chen Jiao would leave every time he made dinner, and Ye Xiaotian would not leave him behind, but would walk him to the door and say goodbye.
Chen Jiao had a very standard smile on his face in the service industry. Ye Xiaotian was not surprised at all. Occasionally, a half-smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Chen Jiao pretended that he did not understand and nodded to say goodbye.
But how could Chen Jiao not understand? ! Although Chen Jiao was a homebody most of the time, and a bit of a nerd sometimes, he still understood right away that Ye Xiaotian and he were the same type of people!
Chen Jiao got off the elevator, touched his face after pressing the button, raised his eyebrows and sighed, this is the unspoken rhythm of Magan! ! Is it really because of my pretty face that the wealthy businessman took a fancy to me and asked me to cook for him? !
Do you want to pick him up or sleep with him? ! Chen Jiao was quite conflicted. He considered himself a good citizen with five principles and four virtues. He would not do such a thing as selling his butt! !
Although this matter was very troubling, Chen Jiao had lived for most of his life and had a carefree personality. After returning home, he never thought about it again.
Ye Xiaotian didn't want to worry about it, but Chen Jiao had other things to worry about. Wang Peipei kept pestering him, asking him what kind of child he wanted, and insisted that the child was in their Chen family. It must be Chen Jiao and Chen Jiao's mother who gave him the child. Hidden from him! !
Chen Jiao felt it was baffling on the one hand, and ridiculous on the other hand, but he was afraid that Wang Peipei would go to Chen's house to cause trouble. After all, Chen Jiao's parents were old, and the old people were easily distracted by things around them. What if Chen Jiao's family also believed Wang Peipei? If so, it would be troublesome to deal with the issue of the boss's posthumous son.
After Chen Jiao went back, he struggled with this issue. After thinking about it, he felt that if Wang Peipei hadn't gone crazy, he would really have a child! It's just that the child was not sent to Chen Jiao's parents. Something might have gone wrong along the way.
The more Chen Jiao thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it was that Wang Peipei had been asked to go abroad for a whole year without any reason. That woman wanted to go abroad so urgently, how could it be delayed for a year? !
The more Chen Jiao thought about it, the more something was wrong. The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was possible. After thinking about it, he called a friend and asked someone to check the obstetrics and gynecology records of the local hospital four years ago. He wondered if he would know with just one check. There is no use thinking about it.
That friend was Chen Jiao's childhood friend. They had a very good relationship and had a good background in the family. After a quick search, he found out that a boy named Wang Peipei had given birth to a son in the local hospital more than four years ago!
Chen Jiao's palms were sweating and he asked the child's date of birth. As soon as the other person said it, Chen Jiao's mind went blank and his vision went black.
real! It's true! But what about the child? The old Chen family has no children at all! !
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Chen Jiao didn't know what to do for a moment, but he was still calm. He called Wang Peipei and asked who he had asked to send the child here. Wang Peipei was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time, and finally screamed: "Bring the child here." Give it back to me!! Give it back to me!!”
The phone was suddenly hung up. Chen Jiao turned around and called home. He was relieved to hear that there was nothing unusual in Chen's mother's voice.
But Chen Jiao felt a stone hanging in his heart and felt extremely uncomfortable. When he lay in bed at night, he couldn't help but think about Chen Yuan's children and his brother's children. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Where was his child? So the older child is just gone? Who was carried away? Could it be that he was really taken away by someone in the middle of the journey? A four-year-old boy! If he grew up safely, he would be able to call him uncle now! !
Chen Jiao didn't sleep all night, and had to get up early the next day to cook for Ye Xiaotian.
When Ye Xiaotian woke up in the morning, he saw Chen Jiao with two obvious panda eyes. When he saw him, he shouted: "Mr. Ye."
Ye Xiaotian looked at Chen Jiao's face and said, "Didn't you sleep well?"
"Oh, there are a lot of mosquitoes at night." Chen Jiao replied casually.
Ye Xiaotian couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth, took a step forward, and patted Chen Jiao on the shoulder: "I see you have a bump on your face!"
Chen Jiao: "..."
Ye Xiaotian grasped the scale of his words quite well. At first glance, it sounded like a joke, but after careful consideration, he could hear a bit of ambiguity. Chen Jiao's heart skipped a beat, and he went a little crazy. I want to scratch my paws.
Ye Xiaotian sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. With a relaxed look on his face, he asked Chen Jiao, "How long have you been working here?"
Chen Jiao: "Five years."
Ye Xiaotian turned down the sound of the TV and tuned two channels: "Five years, how old are you?"
Chen Jiao didn't know what Ye Xiaotian meant, so he could only think that they were chatting, "22."
Ye Xiaotian raised his eyebrows and said, "Five years of work 22."
Chen Jiao is actually a little tired of talking to people about his age and work, because as soon as he asks, he will know that he has never gone to school. This is the way this society is. In the context of a large number of undergraduate graduates who cannot find jobs, but like He, a chef with a decent salary and no education, is often questioned, as if it is a shame not to go to college.
"You're so young." Although Ye Xiaotian said this, what he actually thought was that Chen Jiao really looked like he was only twenty years old.
Ye Xiaotian doesn't like to talk much, but if he wants to say something, he can actually say it beautifully and meaningfully.
Chen Jiao didn't know much about cooking except for cooking. Ye Xiaotian just talked to him about dishes, delicacies from various places, and the messy things he had eaten. His voice was deep, his speech was not fast, and his expression was naturally casual and non-smiling. Not angry, Chen Jiao became entranced while listening, feeling that Ye Xiaotian was simply an expert, and soon forgot what happened just now.
Chen Jiao didn't have a good impression of Ye Xiaotian at first, but he couldn't stand it. Ye Xiaotian was really good at talking. One sentence could match dozens of other people's words. He was obviously not flattering to make a deal, but he could say something that made Chen Jiao fascinated and elated.
Chen Jiao couldn't help but asked: "How come you have eaten so many good things?" He even forgot to use honorifics.
Ye Xiaotian looked at Chen Jiao seriously, his eyes as calm as ice pools, locked Chen Jiao's gaze, and said extremely seriously: "If you want, you can go with me next time."
Chen Jiao: "..."
In the morning when the sun has just risen, a man is sitting on the sofa wearing pajamas and telling a lot of things you like to hear in a very low and gentle voice, and finally sums it up - "You can go with me next time."
Ciao, this is simply the rhythm of hooking up! ! !
Chen Jiao felt bad all over. He hurriedly sat up from the sofa in shock and surprise, and said with a dry smile: "It's getting late. If there's nothing else, I'll go back first. See you later, Mr. Ye!"
Ye Xiaotian was not surprised at all. He nodded and said, "You can think about it again."
Chen Jiao: "..."
Chen Jiao was beating his drum in his heart. He took a few steps back and was about to leave when he suddenly heard the morning news about people's livelihood on TV -
"At four o'clock this morning, a resident in Xiangyang Township, Zhakou District found a delirious woman. The woman had slurred speech and kept chanting 'son'. The residents called the police after finding out, and the police arrived in time. The doctor confirmed that she was Mentally ill."
Chen Jiao subconsciously glanced at the TV screen, and everything happened on the screen. Chen Jiao saw two policemen supporting an unconscious woman walking forward. The woman was muttering something, and suddenly turned her head and shouted at the camera. A sound.
Chen Jiao's eyes widened in horror, his pupils shrank sharply, and cold sweat ran down his back - that woman turned out to be Wang Peipei! !