Before Lin Xiaomi answered, Leng Yihuang had already taken off his shoes and walked into the kitchen.
Lin Xiaomi: "..."
Is this person a little too familiar
However, I didn't feel hungry at first, but as soon as the smell of breakfast wafted out, Lin Xiaomi's stomach started to growl.
"Thank you, I happened to get up late today, and I was planning to go downstairs to eat something casually, where is King's Landing?"
Leng Yihuang put the porridge in front of her and said with a smile, "He's still sleeping, let's eat first."
This gentle and polite attitude, if anyone from Ah Xing and Ah Yuan sees it, I am afraid they will be surprised.
"What time do you get off work at night? Let's go to the supermarket together. To be honest, I haven't been in the supermarket since my wife left."
Leng Yihuang's words are full of nostalgia for his wife. Lin Xiaomi is also a woman, so she really envies that woman.
"It's probably around 4:30, not necessarily, there are a lot of things going on in the magazine recently."
After eating, Lin Xiaomi went to work, and Leng Yihuang returned to the apartment, just in time to see Leng Junlin running out of the toilet with his pants in his hands.
"Dad, where have you been?"
Leng Yihuang was in a good mood: "Go to the next door for breakfast."
Leng Junlin was stunned, isn't Zhuzhu's house next door
"You guys have breakfast together? Why didn't you call me!"
Leng Yihuang said in a reasonable tone: "Didn't you wake up?"
"That's because you didn't even call me!"
"You didn't ask me to call you either."
Leng Junlin was devastated, he had never seen such an unreasonable father, he was about to run outside with his pants in his hands.
Leng Yihuang picked up the remote control on the table, turned it on, and said casually: "It's too late for you to go now, your Zhuzhu has already gone to work."
Leng Junlin felt that he had been deeply hurt. Not only did he not have his share of breakfast, but he did not even bring him to work.
Somewhat annoyed, he turned around and ran directly into the room. Two seconds later, the door opened again. He ran out with his slippers on, picked up the breakfast bag on the table, and returned to the room.
Lin Xiaomi had just arrived at the company when she received a strange call. As soon as the call was connected, a childish voice came from inside complaining: "Zhuzhu, you abandoned me."
There was a weak cry in this pitiful voice.
Lin Xiaomi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Are you up? Have you had breakfast?"
Leng Junlin gave a weak "um" and complained, "It's not as delicious as your cooking."
Lin Xiaomi smiled lowly, and said softly: "Do you know that you need to listen to your father at home today? I'll make something delicious for you tonight."
What Lin Xiaomi thought was that Leng Yihuang would cook in person today, which must be a big surprise for Leng Junlin.
Hearing this, Leng Junlin had no choice but to say "Yes" reluctantly, and hung up the phone.
Lying on the small bed for a while, Leng Junlin jumped out of bed, opened the door and looked outside, saw that Leng Yihuang was still watching TV, so he walked over.
From the corner of Leng Yihuang's eyes, he saw his son moaning, picking at the leather sofa with his small hands, and looking up at him from time to time, obviously he seemed to have something to say.
He didn't say anything, and Leng Yihuang didn't ask, the look of not squinting was as deserted as it could be.
In the end, it was Leng Junlin who couldn't hold back any longer, and rubbed against his legs flatteringly: "Father, can I discuss something with you?"
Leng Yihuang glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, motioning for him to talk about it.
"Father, can you go back to the capital first?" Leng Junlin scratched his head in distress: "Your presence here has seriously affected the two-person world between Zhuzhu and me. We don't even have time to date."
Leng Yihuang stretched out a finger, and poked Leng Junlin's little head aside in front of him, got up and patted the wrinkled hem of his clothes, and walked towards the room.
Leng Junlin followed behind like a little tail: "Father, are you okay, are you okay?"
What responded to him was Leng Yihuang slamming the door mercilessly.
Leng Junlin touched the tip of his nose and was almost crushed. He made a face at the closed door and said in a disdainful tone, "Dad, you can't prevent me from having a girlfriend just because you don't have one. It's very immoral and shameful."
After Leng Junlin's words, the closed door suddenly opened, and Leng Yihuang looked down at him from above, his eyes were as cold as ice, full of contempt.
Leng Junlin shrank his neck and closed his mouth obediently.
...
Lin Xiaomi did not expect to receive a call from Xue Haolin. Regarding the interview, the two parties still have some specific matters that have not been discussed in detail.
Because Xue Haolin has never been interviewed by a women's fashion magazine, he has many doubts about the magazine's reputation and sales.
"Alice, how about I treat you to dinner tonight? We'll talk about the specifics later."
Lin Xiaomi thought about it, and agreed to the invitation, but after hanging up the phone, she suddenly remembered that she had promised to teach Leng Yihuang how to cook.
To balance the two phases, it is natural that work is more important.
I had no choice but to call back and apologize to Leng Yihuang.
Leng Yihuang paused, and his attitude was very gentle and polite: "It's okay, work is more important, so I'll take Junlin out for dinner too."
"Yeah, go out to eat, and you father and son can also get closer by the way.
Leng Yihuang snorted almost inaudibly, then hung up the phone.
Leng Junlin was holding Leng Yihuang's notebook to play games at this time, and seeing him hang up the phone, he looked up at him: "Father, is it Zhuzhu's call? When will she come back?"
"I don't know. She has a date tonight and may not come back."
"Dating???" Leng Junlin heard that he didn't even play games anymore, kicked the laptop aside, and looked at him nervously: "Who are you dating?"
Leng Yihuang didn't speak, he thought for a while, his fat and delicate face was full of resentment: "I know, it must be that old man!"
Only then did Leng Yihuang look down at him: "Who?"
"It seems that the surname is Xue. I must have known my mother before, but now I'm targeting Zhuzhu again. Dad, please help me. I must not let him snatch Zhuzhu away."
...
in the restaurant
Lin Xiaomi dispelled Xue Haolin's concerns with professionalism, and agreed that all interview questions must be approved by Xue Haolin.
Xue Haolin also readily agreed to the interview.
Lin Xiaomi was overjoyed: "Then if Mr. Xue has a convenient time, we can go to the studio to shoot next week?"
"After all, I'm not from the fashion industry. I'm afraid it's a bit out of place to be in a studio. Why don't you come to my company to shoot."
Lin Xiaomi didn't expect such a surprise: "If Mr. Xue can agree, it would be great. I think everyone is more curious about Mr. Xue's demeanor at work. In fact, I also had the same idea at first. Follow up and shoot Mr. Xue's day."