The big shots are jealous of me [Entertainment]

In front of the Pingcheng Academy of Fine Arts, on the second floor of Haoyoulai Noodle Shop.

A room of more than ten square meters, sofa, coffee table, and storage cabinets are full.

Yuan Wei sat on the narrow short sofa, rolled up his sleeves, and excitedly said to Zhao Xingye, "You don't know! As soon as Yanzai walked out of my noodle shop that day, a wave of fans came to him, calling for a meal." Beef sauce noodles, I am busy, guess who is here!"

Zhao Xingye: "Geng Tianwang? Yu Yingdi? That Lei, Lei..."

"Geng Yu, King Geng! You don't know how many bowls he ate, and the empty bowls are stacked so high!" Yuan Wei laughed loudly, "When your sister-in-law went to collect the bowls, she was shocked."

"I read on the Internet that there is still that and that, Yu Yingdi!"

"Yes, yes, the real person is thin and tall..."

The two chatted enthusiastically for a long time, and finally Yuan Wei sighed: "During this time, the store is full of customers from morning to night, and the company has ordered two months of working meals in our store, which is Nemetus. Wei Wei... let me tell your sister-in-law, although I am tired, I feel comfortable."

Zhao Xingye smiled and said, "Counting the money at night makes me feel more comfortable."

Yuan Wei flattered: "That's not true! It's all thanks to Yan Zai, otherwise it would be a sad day for my buddies."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the young man lying on the sofa in a daze, "Yanyan?"

Song Yan didn't pay attention to what the two of them said at all, his mind is now full of fragments from yesterday's drunkenness.

Ahhh what did he do! !

Just cry and laugh!Forget being stupid!

But what's the matter with pestering Lu Zhen and making him blow his tail! ? ?

The warm wind, together with the temperature of the man's fingertips, spread from the tip of the tail to the base of the tail.

Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to be poking his butt...

God! ! !

Shame! ! !

He was so ashamed that as soon as he got up this morning, he quickly found an excuse to go out...

Just as he was thinking wildly, when he heard someone call his name, Song Yan hummed subconsciously.

Yuan Wei grinned: "What are you thinking, your ears are so red?"

Song Yan covered his ears to hide, and blinked unnaturally: "Yes, yes!"

Zhao Xingye and Yuan Wei nodded deeply: "Yes!"

Zhao Xingye observed for a while: "The face is also red."

Yuan Wei continued to observe: "The neck is also very red."

The two looked at each other, their four eyes lit up together, and they grabbed his arm: "Be honest, what's going on?"

Song Yan is a little flustered now.

He never lied since he was a child, let alone to his two little friends who are like brothers, so he stammered: "The situation is, it is..."

He didn't say one, two, three even for a long time, but was stimulated to think of a small fragment again.

He lay lazily on the bed.

The tail was held in Lu Zhen's hand, and he stroked it one after another, with his fingers circling on it, from the tip of the tail to the root.

The wind made a faint booming sound, and from time to time, hot wind blew past from the waistline to the tailbone.

He raised his hips, and the skin brushed against the hot fingertips of the man...

I didn't expect it to be fine this time, but once I remembered it, the touched place felt numb and itchy like ants crawling over it.

Song Yan who was suddenly restless: "..."

Ahhh I can't think about it anymore!

I need to find something to distract myself from.

He took a deep breath and stood up, "Love, the situation is, I want fried beef sauce!"

Zhao Xingye: "..."

Yuan Wei: "..."

Zhao Xingye looked at the back of Song Yan running to the kitchen, and thought for a moment: "Does he look like the time when you and your sister-in-law first fell in love?"

Yuan Wei was confused: "I was like this at that time?"

Zhao Xingye squinted: "Isn't it?"

Yuan Wei: "..."

The two met this time and there was another business.

Zhao Xingye resigned, and Yuan Wei happened to have plans to expand the store here, and there was not enough manpower, so he simply asked Zhao Xingye to come over to help him, and the two of them took down the store next door and opened it up.

After thinking about it for a while, when I went downstairs, I happened to meet Yuan Wei's daughter-in-law Xiaoling.

Yuan Wei asked, "Where is Song Yan?"

Xiaoling: "...the kitchen is frying beef sauce."

Yuan Wei glanced at the time, "Huh? Still speculating?"

Xiaoling hesitated to speak, but finally coughed dryly: "I don't know what's wrong, I kept my head buried in frying sauce, one pot after another, without taking a break, it's all over."

……

Song Yan stir-fried the beef sauce vigorously, and when he had something to do, the messy things in his heart disappeared.

A total of ten pots of beef sauce were fried, and all the beef in Yuan Wei's shop was used up, before he took off his apron.

The phone rang one after another.

Song Yanfei glanced quickly, saw Lu Zhen's name, and quickly blacked out the screen with guilt.

Then he rolled up his sleeves, put on his gloves, and wiped the table even harder...

After finishing all the work in Yuan Wei's shop, Song Yan put on a mask, threw his backpack over his shoulder, said hello, and went out.

The backpack slid down, and Song Yan pulled it listlessly twice. While walking, he racked his brains to figure out what to do.

Or, move bricks?

And make some money!

I was thinking wildly, but I heard a deep male voice: "Song Yan."

He raised his head subconsciously, and met a pair of faint eyes.

The man stood by the car with his back straight, silent for less than a second: "Why didn't you reply to the message?"

Song Yan's heart twitched twice, and those shame-filled images were played in a loop in his mind again and again unconsciously.

"No, I didn't see it."

With his head down, he could just see his own toes, the straight trouser legs and shiny leather shoes one meter away.

The man raised his foot and approached him half a step.

Song Yan was about to step back when someone grabbed his wrist.

With a little force, Lu Zhen pulled the boy towards her, stretched out her hand, touched his head, and said with a smile in her voice, "Don't hide."

The dogs of Meters Weiwei are very distressed recently.

Gou Chenglin ordered working noodles for them at Haoyoulai noodle shop, and he ate them every day, every meal, and after two months of eating, he almost vomited!

Every time the meal time arrives, the takeaway boy who delivers the noodles must step on the spot to go upstairs.

Today is no exception.

Looking at the familiar packaging, the dogs felt a strong sense of despair.

——he came, they came, and he came with his face!

Everyone twisted their heads and collectively protested:

"Boss, I won't eat!"

"Yes, definitely don't eat!"

"..."

Gou Chenglin: "This is Song—"

The dogs had indifferent faces: "I know, I know, this belongs to Song Yan Anli, and then?"

Gou Chenglin: "..."

"It's against you!" He stared, pointing to a dog, "Go, bring it here!"

Gou Ping shook his head: "I won't eat. Even if I starve to death, even if I jump from here, I won't eat a bite of noodles!"

The rest of the dogs nodded stiffly in agreement.

Gou Chenglin snorted coldly: "You don't want to eat it, I will eat it! Bring it to me!"

Gou Ping babbled and ran to the front desk, picked up a bowl of noodles in distaste, and walked to the office.

In order to prevent the smell of noodles from wafting into his nose, he deliberately took it a little further away, and carefully brought it to Gou Chenglin's desk.

When leaning over, he deliberately held his breath, successfully avoiding the smell of noodles.

perfect!

Gou Chenglin frowned, and glanced at the dogs: "I'll order lunch for you tomorrow, okay?"

After finishing speaking, he took a pair of chopsticks, put them in the noodle bowl, picked up a chopsticks noodle, and put it in his mouth.

And then the whole dog is... Spartan.

The dogs looked at Mr. Gou who had eaten a mouthful of noodles and stood there in a daze, showing an expression that was about to ascend to heaven, and all of them were disgusted:

oh~

President Gou's acting skills are too exaggerated!

The more exaggerated is yet to come.

Mr. Gou stared at the noodles in the bowl stiffly, his eyes widened in disbelief, then he lowered his head decisively, and gorged himself voraciously.

That battle was no different from being hungry for three days and three nights.

...with a particularly intoxicated expression.

!!!

The dogs were stunned by his series of performances.

What a showman!

Gou Ping leaned into the pile of dogs and gave a thumbs up in admiration: "Boss Gou is so dedicated!"

Gou An took it for granted: "In order for us to eat noodles, Mr. Gou also worked hard!"

Gou Fu repeatedly echoed: "As expected of a successful dog, if you say acting, you can act, seamlessly!"

Gou Gui was silent for a second: "Ditto."

Dogs: "..."

While complaining frantically, there was a sudden muffled bang.

Probably too excited, Mr. Gou accidentally knocked over the noodle bowl, and the soup spilled all over the floor.

Immediately afterwards, a strange and fascinating fragrance floated into the big guy's nose without warning...

All the dog heads turned to the same place in unison, staring wide-eyed at the noodle soup spilled on the floor.

For a moment, the room was eerily quiet.