Rong Yuheng woke up early the next day and opened his eyes before eight o'clock. The first second he woke up, he was still stunned, then rolled his eyes and regained his sanity—
Oh, and see the owner today.
No wonder the biological clock wakes itself up early, spirituality.
Rong Yuheng tidied up a little, then sent a message to Wen Zezhen, and went to the refrigerator to take out the frozen Melaleuca and put it in a box.
When I took the Melaleuca, I saw a note on the refrigerator:
I really want to eat Melaleuca, but I was stopped by Bian Chen. Please contact me as soon as possible by the owner of Melaleuca for comfort, hee. —Zou Yi
Rong Yuheng, "..." He felt that Zou Yi had nothing more to eat than Melaleuca, and it was enough to eat his own skin, which was thicker than Melaleuca.
Besides, Melaleuca is owned by his owner Wen, so Zou Yi, a little idiot, still wants Wen Zezhen to comfort him
Rong Yuheng replied on the note:
Your brain is blowing away. —An unnamed tango player
After Rong Yuheng replied, he nodded in satisfaction. Very good, so that no one can see that the signature is Wen Zexuan wearing his own vest.
After successfully confusing the audition with "Tango Player", he was just about to eat a bowl of hands for breakfast when he saw a text message from Wen Tango.
[Wen Zezheng]: Have you gone out already, have you had breakfast? I bought you something to eat on the way, see if you want it or not.
Rong Yuheng is actually a bit picky about what he eats, especially breakfast—no cold, raw, oily, sweets, or egg and dairy products. I don't know if it's because of poor digestion. He will get nauseated after eating bread and cakes in the morning.
But now that Wen Zezhen said he bought it, Rong Yuheng was too embarrassed to be picky, so he could only dig around to see what could be eaten.
[Rong Yuheng]: I haven't eaten yet, I can.
It took half an hour for Wen Zezhen to come, and Rong Yuheng was waiting on the sofa. After a while, he suddenly received a message from Lu Mingxuan, saying that he had checked Maixiang Yogurt and SH Keshi Entertainment.
[Lu Mingxuan]: There is a problem with Maixiang. I checked their boss's personal connections, and what I can find is limited and may not be complete. I will send it to you first.
[Lu Mingxuan]: [File]
[Rong Yuheng]: My grandson is capable [thumbs]
[Lu Mingxuan]: Come on [Little Thumb] When are we going to meet for a meal, I'm almost an empty nester.
[Rong Yuheng]: When you and Chi Ji and Brother Tianyu are free, we will reunite with the family [rose] [coffee]
[Lu Mingxuan]: okk [rose] [coffee]
After making a verbal agreement with Lu Mingxuan to take advantage of each other, Rong Yuheng opened the document and read it carefully, then he raised his eyebrows - it turned out to be the relationship.
It is not complicated to say that it is complicated, and it is not simple to say that it is simple.
Rong Yuheng didn't care too much, he insisted on "reciprocal exchanges" if he stabbed him a few times, but that's what some people are like. Blind concessions will only make him arrogant.
Kindness is a principle, but not a law.
Rong Yuheng folded his hands together: He is a star, so let him illuminate people's hearts.
Before he could think of the method of Purdue, Wen Zezhen had already gone downstairs. Rong Yuheng could only put this matter on hold temporarily, and turned to the more important owner.
…
Rong Yuheng lifted Melaleuca and ran all the way to the front of the car door. Before he could reach out and pull the door, the car door opened from the inside.
Wen Zezhen reached over halfway, opened the car door with his long arms outstretched, looked up at him from the bottom up, his eyes bright, "Here you come?"
Rong Yuheng rubbed his butt in, "Come on!" He said as if asking for credit, holding Melaleuca and leaned in, "You're healthy~"
Wen Zezhen glanced at it, the palm-sized Melaleuca looked sweet and soft, and could smell the fragrance of mango, "Good health."
After Wen Zezhen finished speaking, he put the pocket on the side into Rong Yuheng's arms, "There are sauerkraut, steamed dumplings, tea eggs and meat floss bread in it, and if you are thirsty, there is milk, soy milk and black tea, see what you want."
The breakfast prepared by Wen Zezhen was too rich, and Rong Yuheng was severely impacted for a while! So that he ignored the sentence "good health" in front of him, and did not find the deterioration of the owner in time...
Rong Yuheng unceremoniously reached into his pocket to dig it out, "I want to eat siumai and steamed dumplings, as well as black tea."
Wen Zezhen asked, "Don't you like bread, eggs and milk?"
Rong Yuheng said, "I get nauseated when I eat these in the morning."
Wen Zezhen nodded, took it to heart, and then started the car and drove home.
As soon as he left the community, Wen Zezhen found that Rong Yuheng was in a wrong state of eating, and after taking two bites, he would "wheeze", as if holding his breath.
"you're uncomfortable?"
"No, I used my mouth to breathe when I got in the car." Rong Yuheng took a bite of the steamed dumplings and said "wheeze", "There is a smell in the car, I will get motion sickness if I smell it."
Wen Zezhen just said "um" and felt a little regret... It seems that I can't kiss in the car in the future.
Rong Yuheng still didn't know what the brooding things that the owner Wen beside him was making up in his head, he just felt that his vision for choosing the owner was too good!
Pack food, cover, transport, feed and maintain one-stop.
Before he got home after breakfast, Rong Yuheng slumped in the passenger seat and routinely rubbed his belly.
Wen Zezheng held the steering wheel and glanced sideways slightly, "Are you full, your belly is still flat."
Rong Yuheng scooped up his bottoming shirt, "I'm full, I'm a little bit swollen, I don't believe you are healthy."
I am grass!
Wen Zezhen almost stepped on the brakes!
How dare he be healthy, he is afraid that he is not strong enough to turn the two into a desperate mandarin duck.
"Don't pick it up, your stomach will hurt if you catch a cold." Wen Zezhen tried his best to restrain his emotions, making his tone sound calm.
Rong Yuheng regretfully put down his clothes and covered his belly, "Okay."
His owner is also too serious, unlike Brother Qi, who will stab each other's belly with himself.
…
The car drove into the garage, and Wen Zezhen led Rong Yuheng all the way upstairs. This is the second time that Rong Yuheng has come to Wen Zezheng's house. He tried his best to ask for credit and pressed the elevator skillfully, "I'm coming."
Wen Zezhen gave him a "sensible" look.
Rong Yuheng asked, "Is Uncle here?"
"The big white goose has gone for a walk by the river."
"It turned out to be an ecological goose."
Wen Zezhen laughed, "The big white goose should really like this honor." He carried the thousand layers made by Rong Yuheng in one hand and the rest of the breakfast in the other, and stopped at the gate.
"You help me get-"
"Is the key there?" Rong Yuheng reached out and touched his trousers pocket, "Where is it?"
Wen Zezhen's stomach tightened, and he swallowed the "Thousand Layers" that was about to blurt out, holding his breath and stabilizing his voice,
"In the... right pocket."
Rong Yuheng touched his waist and crotch.
Wen Zezhen's trousers are well-cut and fit well. Rong Yuheng's hand reached into his pocket and directly touched the outside of his thigh, and he could even feel the tight muscles.
Rong Yuheng praised him, "Your thighs are so strong."
Wen Zezhen made a "hmm" sound. I thought, it can be done if you are strong.
The process of taking out the key was only two seconds, and Rong Yuheng opened the door quite consciously. The bright light in the room penetrated into the dim corridor, and Wen Zezhen let out a light breath...
For two seconds, he felt that he had no problem reacting.
Rong Yuheng entered the porch, slid into the blue slippers with ease, and Wen Zezhen handed him two pockets, "Put them on the dining table."
Rong Yuheng asked, "Have you had breakfast yet?"
"Not yet." Wen Zezhen then followed, pulled out the chair and sat down, and took the steamed dumplings and a piece of bread that Rong Yuheng had not finished eating from the bag, "I came directly."
Rong Yuheng stared at the remaining half box of steamed dumplings and touched his nose, "That's what I leftover..."
"It's not like I haven't eaten the noodles last time." Wen Zezhen said, "If you can't finish it in the future, I'll help you finish it."
When Rong Yuheng heard this, his heart suddenly felt a little dry, and he was a little secretive and happy. He leaned over with a shy face,
"Usually the owner eats leftovers for pets. You are the other way around. You are really a special person~"
Wen Zezhen was amused by his son's inflection, "Can a precious hamster be the same as other pets? I worry about not raising you well every day."
Oh mother... every day!
Rong Yuheng's back was pressed against the chair.
It's as if Wen Zezhen was thinking about him every day.
Rong Yuheng offered his care in return, "Aren't you busy today?"
Wen Zezhen said, "It's not busy at all, it's very empty all day."
Rong Yuheng said, "Me too."
Wen Zezhen paused, took a sip of soy milk, and covered the corner of his mouth, "Yeah."
Rong Yuheng was keenly aware that the owner was in a good mood, so he began to liquidate the old accounts. He restrained his expression and pretended to be serious, "Warm the owner."
Wen Zezhen, "?"
Rong Yuheng, "Why did you neglect your little hamster yesterday, do you want to turn pets into livestock?"
The ups and downs were too steep, and Wen Zezhen couldn't even drink soy milk—he didn't! !
Wen Zezhen asked him in a soothing tone, "Where did I neglect the little hamster?"
"I sent you a message in the morning, but you put me on play." Rong Yuheng started to swell after gaining power, and all the messy words jumped out, "You still want to open up other territories with hamsters on your back—"
He paused for a while, and suddenly forced in a low voice, "Hey, I rhymed again..."
"..." Wen Zezhen paused for a second, then asked, "What other territory?"
Rong Yuheng looked at him, "The soil in your hamster's back garden."
Wen Zezhen was first connoted by "cultivating the back garden" for a second, and then he realized what Rong Yuheng was talking about.
"Yang Wen told you?"
Seeing that Rong Yuheng's little mouth had a tendency to purse, Wen Zezhen quickly explained, "I want to come directly next time and give you a surprise."
Rong Yuheng was suspicious, "Really?"
Wen Zezhen said sincerely, "Really."
Rong Yuheng was coaxed in a second, "Okay, I forgive you."
Seeing him like this, Wen Zezhen wanted to stretch out his hand to rua, the kind that rua from the beginning to the end—what kind of fairy hamster is this! It's so coaxing, I love it.
After Wen Zezhen finished breakfast, he cut a piece of Melaleuca and brought it to the bedroom, "Cub, do you want to watch a movie?"
Familiar titles reappeared, and Rong Yuheng immediately followed him, "Yes, you choose one. Is there anything that is more relaxed in literature and art, one that you can watch and chat with?"
Wen Zezhen chose a piece of youth film, about teenagers chasing dreams.
"What do you want to talk about?"
Rong Yuheng sat under the bed, "I want you to help me with my staff."
Wen Zezhen placed the plate and sat beside him, with his long arm stretched out behind his back, and half circled the person, "Tell me."
"After the variety show airs, it's almost time for me to say goodbye to Brother Sun." Rong Yuheng said this, wiping the corners of his eyes sadly, "Do you have any recommended managers?"
Wen Zezhen didn't ask him how he planned to send Xu Sun away. After thinking about it carefully, he said, "I heard that Shi Qiu's artists have terminated their contracts and haven't signed new ones yet. She is an old man of the company and has good network resources, and she only brings As an artist, the opportunity is rare, you can fight for it."
"Then why didn't she sign someone else?"
"The last artist was a little noisy. Shi Qiudai was tired and wanted to rest for a while, but just couldn't find a suitable one, so he never signed."
Rong Yuheng nodded, holding his knees and his eyes focused, "Then I have to send Brother Sun away as soon as possible..." After he finished thinking about it, he squeezed Wen Zezhen again, "The owner."
Wen Zezhen knew at a glance that Rong Yuheng had something to ask for, so he calmly folded his arms a little, "Tell me."
Rong Yuheng's hairy head fluttered in front of Wen Zezhen, Wen Zezhen couldn't help but stabbed a hand on his head and started to rua...
Rong Yuheng was very comfortable with the rua, and his mind began to become foggy. He said in a daze, "Then help me take it off."
"What...!?" Wen Zezhen trembled fiercely, and his subordinates exerted force—
"His...!"
Rong Yuheng's hair on the top of his head was almost pulled off, and he opened Wen Zezhen's hand with one paw, "My hair!"
Wen Zezhen didn't care about the red hands, and hurriedly rubbed his hamster's head guiltily, soothing softly, "No bald no bald... It's still smooth."
Rong Yuheng covered his head with a faint gaze, "...What are you holding me for?"
As soon as he said this, Wen Zezhen froze, and the whole person began to tremble again... It's still in the daytime, how can it be, what can't be taken off...
Wen Zezhen glanced around Rong Yuheng without revealing a trace, searching for the place to go, "What did you just say, take off?"
As soon as the topic came back, Rong Yuheng was refreshed! Under Wen Zezhen's dark eyes, he enthusiastically started improvisation.
Rong Yuheng closed his jacket, jumped out of Wen Zezheng's arms, stood in front of the latter and pulled the jacket away with a "swoosh"—
"Take off my little vest! Kokoko...!"
"… "
The author has something to say: Later Wen Zezhen: Take off, if you need to take off, I will help you take off.
Rong Yuheng: No, no, no.
Vest: the poor vest that is forced to wear