Since then, I have become the most beautiful boy among the anchors

Zhang Jing fell asleep on the plane, and was startled by the wind and snow as soon as he got out of the airport. He tightened the scarf around his neck.Feng Ye arranged for someone to pick them up, and the four of them went to the booked resort.

There are quite a lot of people in the resort, and there are still many people walking around at ten o'clock.Zhang Jing dragged his suitcase and wanted to go back to his room to rest. Feng Shuyu walked beside him. The two of them were discussing about taking a hot spring when they walked towards him, so they asked him, "Xiao Jing, are you going to take a bath? Let's go together."

"I'm a little tired," Zhang Jing shook his head, "I'm sorry brother, I'll be with you tomorrow."

Feng Shuyu nodded, and said with concern: "Then go back to your room and take a bath to sleep. You look very bad, pay attention to rest."

Zhang Jing went into the bathroom to take a shower, and after thinking about it, he used the hotel phone to make a phone call at home. He checked to see if grandma was watching the new year.

The other side quickly picked it up, "Didn't you say that you don't have to watch the year? You can't stay up late, can you bear it?" Zhang Jing blamed.

The old lady said that the custom should not be lost. She just took a nap, which is not considered staying up late.

"After sitting in the car for so long, you are exhausted. Go and rest quickly." Zhang Jiayun urged him to go to sleep.

"You should go to bed earlier." Zhang Jing hung up the phone and lay down on the bed. Thinking of the phone call in the afternoon, he felt a little irritable, wondering if he would be worried if Jian Min couldn't reach him.

Thinking about it, he felt that it was not good for him, so he restarted the phone and found that Jian Min only sent a "hmm", he was so angry that he turned off the phone again.

He angrily threw the pillow next to him out, lying to him... the tragedy of the game... huh? !The more Zhang Jing thought about it, the angrier he became, and his mind became clear.

He got up from the bed suddenly, and decided to have a good time. After changing his clothes, he took out the SLR from the suitcase to see if there was anything to shoot, and took it back to show his grandmother.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I went out, I saw Feng Ye and the three meeting at the end of the corridor. Zhang Jing: "..."

Seeing that he was neatly dressed, Feng Shuyu smiled and said, "Didn't you say you were resting? What are you going to do? We are going to have supper, shall we go together?"

Zhang Jing didn't eat dinner, so he was really hungry, so he approached them, "Didn't you say soak in the hot spring?"

"It's not good to go soaking after supper, and it's too late after an hour or two." Feng Shuyu explained, "I'll go tomorrow."

The four went downstairs, Zhang Mengyao suddenly said, "What are you doing with the camera? Is there anything to shoot in the middle of the night."

Feng Ye interrupted her: "Why do you ask so much about him?" He was really afraid of Zhang Jing's mouth, and even more afraid of Zhang Mengyao's firecracker.The two quarreled outside, his face was really unnecessary.

Zhang Mengyao gave him a sideways look: "You still protect him."

Zhang Jing laughed out loud when he heard this sentence, and he still wanted to protect his face. Someone knew in his heart that he said "sincerely" to Feng Ye, "Thank you for speaking for me."

Feng Ye looked at him coldly, and Feng Shuyu sensed that the atmosphere was not right, so he quickly smoothed things over, "Mom, what do you want to eat? The Japanese food here is pretty good."

Zhang Mengyao walked over and took his arm, "Then go and taste it, I can't eat too much, I will get fat."

"No way, I still think you are too thin, you are a skinny beauty." Feng Shuyu smiled softly and coaxed her.

Zhang Mengyao was coaxed into laughter by him, "It's still my eldest son who can talk."

Feng Ye said: "Your mother looks very young, like in her 30s."

Feng Shuyu pretended to be angry: "What are you talking about, obviously."

All three laughed.

Zhang Jing, who was at the back, shuddered when he heard their conversation, and felt his face go numb, so he quickly stretched out his hand and rubbed it, it was too embarrassing.

The restaurant has an elegant environment, and there are people playing the violin. There are also many people like them who come to dine. They say that their laughter is very small, and their behavior reveals etiquette.

The four of them picked a seat by the window and sat down.Someone came to order food for them. Feng Ye and the others ordered Japanese ingredients. When it was Zhang Jing's turn, he asked, "Do you have fried rice with eggs? Noodles are also fine." As long as the hot rice can be served soon, he is really hungry.

Before the waiter opened her mouth, Zhang Mengyao frowned, thinking that he was embarrassing herself. The poor illness she had when she was young can't be cured in this life, right?But there are outsiders present, so it's not easy to make trouble.

"Yes, yes, what kind of food do you like, do you have any taboos? What else do you need to eat?" the waiter asked him very gently, with enthusiasm in his words.

Zhang Jing shook his head: "Ordinary ones are fine, nothing else is needed, thank you."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Feng Ye frowned, looked at the waiter who was leaving, and felt that this person had a very different attitude towards Zhang Jing.

Zhang Mengyao said coldly: "You deliberately oppose us, you have to lose face to be reconciled?"

Zhang Jing looked at her blankly: "Why am I ashamed?"

"No one would ask in a high-end western restaurant, is there a big pot dish here?" Zhang Mengyao sneered and made an analogy.

Zhang Jing: "..." He was speechless. He snorted and didn't know how to evaluate Zhang Mengyao's cheap self-esteem and face. Treat it as not knowing."

Feng Shuyu quickly grabbed him, "Xiaojing! Mom didn't mean that."

Feng Ye's face was ugly, someone glanced at them, he lowered his voice and shouted: "Stop making trouble! You have to fight outside, don't you! Others are talking about us in a low voice, shame on you! If you don't want to play, I will give it to you now!" Book a flight back!"

Zhang Jing was so hungry that he really didn't have time to argue with them. Zhang Mengyao's face turned dark and she gave him a glare.

Feng Shuyu hurriedly coaxed his mother, and managed to coax her face into a better look.

The waiter served two dishes to Zhang Jing, "Hello, you need to wait a little longer for your egg fried rice. This is Russian cold sour fish and Russian pickles. You can try it first."

Zhang Jing: "...I didn't want this."

"It's an appetizer for you." The waiter smiled at the other three and said, "Do you want it?"

Feng Ye felt more and more that this person was not right, that he was too kind to Zhang Jing. "I do not need it, thank you."

Zhang Jing asked Feng Shuyu if he wanted to try it, but the other party refused, feeling: "The service here is just good."

Zhang Jing was noncommittal, but he felt a little weird, "Then I'll eat it first." He tasted the cold sour fish, and the sauce on it whetted his appetite. delicious.

The other three chatted in low voices, talking and laughing happily.

After a while, Zhang Jing's fried rice with eggs was also brought over. It was very rich, with a lot of ingredients in it. The rice had distinct grains and was wrapped in eggs.

The waiter also brought him a small cup of mushroom soup, lifted the lid for him, stirred it gently with a spoon, and handed him chopsticks to set the spoon, which was a bit too enthusiastic.

Zhang Jing took the chopsticks and glanced at the soup, "I don't want this either."

"It's a gift of egg fried rice, free of charge." The waiter explained to him with a smile.

Zhang Jing looked at the fungus in the soup. The price was just a dozen plates of fried rice with eggs. A gift? "Then... you guys are pretty good at doing business. I just ordered a thousand yuan egg fried rice set, right?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You are so humorous."

After they left, Feng Shuyu also noticed something was wrong: "I don't know if it's an illusion, but they seem to be very kind to you."

Zhang Jing asked suddenly: "Whose property is this resort?"

Feng Ye has always been sensitive to this, so he answered, "Sheng Ming's, what's the matter? Do you still know someone from Sheng Ming?"

Sure enough, Zhang Jing was happy in his heart, but his face remained calm, and he said coldly: "I'm just asking. I have to remind you, I didn't know that they would give so many gifts for an egg fried rice. If it was thousands of yuan, I probably won’t let me take this money.” This was said to Mr. Feng who wanted to cut off his source of income.

Feng Shuyu: "Xiaojing was joking, you don't have to worry about the money. Dad is a VIP here, and the bills for consumption here are settled annually. Maybe the fried rice you ordered is too ordinary. They think they have to distinguish it from those small restaurants. Come on, just come up with all the bells and whistles, don't worry. The service here is good, we've been here many times."

"You're right." Zhang Jing started to eat, thinking in his heart, it's better to forgive Jian Min, last time he just said he came here to play, but he didn't expect his brother to say hello for him.

He was about to finish his soup, and the daily food for the other three arrived late.

"I'm full, take your time." Zhang Jing picked up the camera and got up.

"Sit down for a while, our family hasn't sat and chatted like this for a long time." Feng Shuyu asked him to stay.

Zhang Jing: "..." He didn't say a word at all, it was nothing like chatting.

"No, you guys go ahead and eat, I'll be active." Outside the restaurant is a large courtyard with a large fountain, and there are children playing in the snow outside.

He went out with the camera on his shoulders, and was attracted by two children in the corner, about three or four years old, a pair of twins, very cute, rolling snowballs, their little hands were red from the cold, and they were very excited.

He asked knowingly, "What are you doing?"

"Build a snowman." The little girl replied softly.

"Brother, are you with us?" The boy looked more active and invited him.

"Let's get you a small one, the kind you can play with in your hands." Zhang Jing took off his gloves and quickly rolled two little snowmen for the two of them. He also picked gravel from the flower bed to make buttons and twigs to make arms. Use torn napkins as scarves for a dainty look.

The child was stupefied by him, and shouted happily, "Brother, I still need a hat!"

"Hat?" Zhang Jing fumbled in his pocket, but couldn't find anything useful. He glanced at the potted plant, "Can a green hat work?" He picked two green leaves and made two green hats, "Here."

The two children took the gift carefully, their eyes sparkling, "Thank you brother!"

Zhang Jing sighed, he is really a handsome and caring boy, but why no one built a snowman for him.

"Brother, can I take a photo for you?" Go back and show it to grandma, grandma likes children, especially cute ones like him.

"Okay!" The two children agreed, probably because they were used to being photographed, and the two quickly made a gesture. The little girl raised her chin stiffly, showing a happy smile, with the heel of her hand on her face, and the little snowman in her palm. Like her, the boy made a symmetrical, typical posing for a photo.

Zhang Jing laughed so hard that he couldn't hold the camera. Whose treasure is so cute.

"Ding ding, Dangdang, come in, it's cold outside." A person came out of the restaurant.

Zhang Jing's eyes widened: "Brother Assistant?"

Chen Zhu glanced at the second floor, and quickly made a surprised expression: "Xiao Jing, why are you here?"

"Come out to play, is this your child?" Zhang Jing was very surprised, the big assistant didn't look very old.

"My brother's child, I'm not married yet! I don't have time to find a girlfriend, and all the light and heat are dedicated to Mr. Jane. Why don't you help me talk to Mr. Jane so that the assistant has time to fall in love?"

"Little uncle." The girl ran over and hugged his thigh, raising her hands high, "This brother made a snowman!"

"Wow, so beautiful! Thank you brother." Chen Zhu said exaggeratedly.

Zhang Jing was still a little confused: "You..."

Chen Zhu saw what he meant: "The benefits given by Mr. Jane, my family is free of charge here, so I will bring my family to play."

What he said was true, but the process was a bit tortuous. He was going back to have a reunion dinner today, but Jane always had to go on a "business trip".

Jian Min simply suggested: "Let your family go there together, the consumption of the resort is free, it can be regarded as a vacation for you."

He brought his parents, elder brother, sister-in-law and the whole family here on Mr. Jian's private plane. He had just had the New Year's Eve dinner, but Mr. Jane was sitting upstairs alone.

"Did my brother arrange for the people here to take special care of me?" Zhang Jing asked.

"Yes, I was responsible for conveying it."

"Brother...very busy during Chinese New Year this year? Won't you come out to play?"

Chen Zhu: "That's right, Mr. Jian has just taken over the company not long ago, and some interpersonal relationships still need to be improved." He doesn't want to be a bad person, let Mr. Jian surprise the young man himself.

"That's hard work." Zhang Jing was a little disappointed, he thought Jian Min would also come over.

Chen Zhu glanced at the second floor again, "Are you going to soak in the hot spring?"

"I'm full just now." Zhang Jing rubbed his stomach.

"Soaking your feet is also fine. You came here today. You are tired from the journey, so you can sleep well after soaking your feet."

Zhang Jing was fooled by him to go to the hot spring in a daze. He changed into a bathrobe and sat by the hot spring pool. No one came to disturb the hot spring pool specially arranged by Chen Zhu for him.

He put his feet into the hot spring and lay down on the ground exhaustedly, probably because he saw Chen Zhu, he seemed to miss Jian Min even more, and counted the days in his heart, he hadn't seen his brother for a long time.

Zhang Jing was sleepy and gradually closed his eyes.

"Jingjing, your safety awareness is too low." A familiar voice came from above, and Zhang Jing instantly woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he met Shang Jian Min's eyes that concealed tenderness.