Brilliant

Because of Shen Fengming's matter, Mo Beicheng recalled bad memories from the past, and was a little absent-minded all afternoon.

It wasn't because of Shen Fengming's insistence on buying his own songs back then, but the conflict between his parents at that time made Mo Beicheng spend the almost darkest period of his life.

Back home, as soon as Wen Mingyuan heard the key ring, he rushed forward: "Little brother, little brother, can I ask you something?"

"Okay." Mo Beicheng agreed without thinking.

"You didn't even ask me what was going on, so you just agreed, aren't you afraid that I'll sell you?" Wen Mingyuan was surprised that he agreed all of a sudden.

Mo Beicheng replied with a smile: "Don't be afraid, you are not that kind of person."

Wen Mingyuan shrugged his shoulders: "Okay, if you say so, I really want to be such a villain next time."

"So what's the matter?" Mo Beicheng put his work bag on the sofa.

"Didn't you live in France before? Do you know what you need to pay attention to when eating Western food?" Wen Mingyuan put away his sloppy tone and explained seriously, "It's... that... .. The manager of Splendid Entertainment contacted me, and he said that they valued my signing with them. One of their leaders wanted to have a meal with me, and they went to a western restaurant. I've never eaten with a knife and fork, and I'm afraid I'll make a fool of myself, can you...can you teach me."

"Okay." Mo Beicheng agreed, "Go and get the plates and forks ready. I'll fry a piece of chicken for you to practice."

This season's beef is very expensive, so Mo Beicheng had no choice but to use the chicken breast in the refrigerator instead, and then mixed a simple salad with cucumber and tomato. Just in case, Mo Beicheng also ordered noodles and sesame oil Made it into noodles, and then made a tomato and egg soup.

"By the way, Mo Beicheng, I've always wanted to ask you, didn't you stay in France before? Why are you so proficient at cooking Chinese food?" Wen Mingyuan walked up to him, took a freshly cut cucumber and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Unwashed!" Mo Beicheng was about to grab it, but Wen Mingyuan had already swallowed it, "My parents are both Chinese. Although they live in France, they basically eat Chinese food at home, but they are all bland. , so I have never eaten hot pot. And when I lived in the teacher's house, I was always cooking."

"That aunt rapper?" Wen Mingyuan asked.

"What?" Mo Beicheng laughed.

"It's a rapper. I really recommend her to participate in this kind of rap-related competition. I'll tell you that I will guarantee the top three." Wen Mingyuan explained proudly.

"Okay," Mo Beicheng stopped laughing, "sit and wait for dinner."

Wen Mingyuan didn't listen to him obediently, but leaned on the kitchen door frame and watched Mo Beicheng cook.Mo Beicheng's fingers were thin and slender, and his movements of chopping and frying vegetables were like playing the piano. Wen Mingyuan remembered that Mo Beicheng said that he could also play the piano. jumping scene.

Soon, Mo Beicheng prepared all the dishes and placed them in front of Wen Mingyuan.

"Think of fried chicken breasts as steaks, noodles as pasta, salads as salads, and then I'll pour you a glass of boiling water." Only then did Mo Beicheng notice the lack of a red wine glass, and he hurried to find a tall one at home Cup, filled with water instead.

"Wow, this feeling of poverty..." Wen Mingyuan stuck out his tongue and complained.

"First of all, if the leader is a woman, if she sits next to you, you have to pull a stool for her, don't pull too much," Mo Beicheng demonstrated to Wen Mingyuan, "Then pay attention when you sit down, you can Adjust the chair, but don't make too much noise."

"Hmm." Wen Mingyuan repeated according to Mo Beicheng's actions.

Mo Beicheng taught very meticulously. As long as Wen Mingyuan made a mistake, Mo Beicheng would let him do it all over again. Wen Mingyuan would not complain, but just followed him seriously.

When it was time to eat, Wen Mingyuan suddenly cut a piece of chicken and put it in Mo Beicheng's mouth.

"Huh?" Mo Beicheng looked at him suspiciously.

Wen Mingyuan poked the chicken on his lips with a fork: "Are you hungry? You have been teaching for half an hour."

"Not hungry, it's almost over." In the half hour just now, in order to simulate the authenticity of eating, Mo Beicheng asked Wen Mingyuan to eat all the cut things, but he didn't eat anything, and only cared about feeding Wen Mingyuan. demonstrated.

"Are you obsessed with cleanliness?" Wen Mingyuan suddenly realized that people like Mo Beicheng probably pay attention to personal hygiene, "I'm sorry, I'm careless..."

"No." Mo Beicheng grabbed Wen Mingyuan's hand and put the chicken into his mouth as if to prove himself, "You ate my hairy belly yesterday, you forgot."

"Forget it." Wen Mingyuan heaved a sigh of relief.

Mo Beicheng patted him on the back: "Sit up straight, I have to continue teaching you."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Wen Mingyuan straightened his back quickly.

After eating, Wen Mingyuan was responsible for washing the dishes, and Mo Beicheng was nestled on the sofa. He accidentally caught a glimpse of a thick stack of A4 papers on the coffee table, and he stretched out his head and asked, "Your stack of A4 papers What is it?"

"Oh that," Wen Mingyuan put down the bowl in his hand, "It's their company's information, I'm looking it up on the Internet, I'm afraid he will ask me messy questions then."

"Can I take a look?" Mo Beicheng asked.

"Look." Wen Mingyuan replied.

Mo Beicheng casually turned a page, and just happened to see a paper written by a professor analyzing Romeo and Juliet.

Mo Beicheng waved the piece of paper and asked, "Why are the papers from "Romeo and Juliet" mixed in with the company's information?"

Just as Wen Mingyuan finished washing the dishes and was wiping his hands, he came over and grabbed the paper, "This professor has been an art director for many films made by his company."

"You searched too carefully. You found all the papers on art directors." Mo Beicheng casually flipped through two pages of papers, "Have you read "Romeo and Juliet"? This... .It seems to be quite detailed, I guess you have to read the original text to understand this paper."

"Hey, don't underestimate me. I have not only read it, but also recited it." Wen Mingyuan sat beside Mo Beicheng triumphantly, "But I recited the Chinese version, and English is too difficult..."

"That's a test for you. Act five, scene three, recite it to me." Mo Beicheng randomly picked a scene and asked him maliciously.

"Who knows how to recite it when you're so good at it, give me some hints." Wen Mingyuan pushed him.

"Eyes, let's see you for the last time." Mo Beicheng wanted to deliberately embarrass him, so he chose a line at the end of the third scene.

Unexpectedly, Wen Mingyuan quickly connected: "Arm, let's give you one last hug!

Lips, ah, the door of breath.

With a lawful kiss, make an eternal pact with death, which catches all.

bring it on!painful guide,

bring it on!desperate pilot,

You hopeless navigator. "After reciting here, Wen Mingyuan suddenly raised his chin towards Mo Beicheng, motioning him to recite it with him.

"Now hurry up and rush your wind-weary ship towards the rock." Mo Beicheng recited in Wen Mingyuan's voice.

The two paused for a second, looked into each other's eyes, and said the last line: "To my love."

The moment the voice fell, both of them seemed to realize something, and turned their heads away.

Wen Mingyuan's face turned red, fuck me, what is he doing, why did the agreed endorsement look like a confession.

It's over, it's over, it's over, I can't look directly at Mo Beicheng in the future.

Mo Beicheng, on the other hand, hadn't figured out why his face became hot and he didn't dare to look Wen Mingyuan in the eyes, why the line just now...was obviously just a line.

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