Want a cook or a son

Chapter 54

"Director Fang, screenwriter Chen." Bai Chi went up to greet him personally. Although he didn't want to get too close to screenwriter Chen, he was always a guest when he entered the door, and etiquette must be fulfilled, not to mention that both of them had spoken for him on the Internet. Treat them well with respect and reason.

Bai Chi personally welcomed the two of them into the private room. As soon as Director Fang sat down, he ordered to eat the dishes he cooked, especially the stewed oxtail in red wine that he cooked in the studio last time. I have never had a chance to come over to eat, so I must feast on my mouth today.

Director Fang took care of him a lot, Bai Chi didn't refuse, he cooked a few dishes himself and sent them over, while he was by the side.

With four dishes, one soup and one dessert, the aroma of the food instantly filled the whole room.Director Fang has been coveting Bai Chi's culinary skills for a long time, but he is usually busy with work and can't spare time to taste the delicious food. This time, the crew is on vacation for a day, so he accompanied the screenwriter Chen.

As soon as the dish was served, Director Qi Fang couldn't wait to put a piece of oxtail into his mouth. His tongue instantly recalled the delicacy he tasted that day. It was still as fresh, crispy and soft, and the rich soup found his taste buds spontaneously. Relentlessly conquer all his senses.

"That's the taste!" Director Fang was moved to the point of tears. He also tasted this dish made by other chefs, but he couldn't taste this delicious taste. Either the wine tasted wrong or the meat tasted wrong. , in short, it is not as delicious as Wade White.

"Master Xiaobai, you are really good at making oxtails. I will recognize your family from now on!"

Bai Chi smiled and said nothing, glanced at the screenwriter Chen from the corner of the eye, wondering if it was his illusion, he always felt that the screenwriter Chen had something on his mind today, and he was unhappy, but he couldn't ask, so he had to pretend he didn't see it.

The dishes on the table were very rich, small and exquisite fruit and vegetable rice paper rolls, spicy and salty toothpick meat, exquisite mushroom wrapped shrimp balls and assorted scallop soup, but Fang Dao was the only one among the three on the table who ate happily.

The private room was very quiet, Bai Chi was a little embarrassed, and found a time to pee, but as soon as he came out of the bathroom, he saw Screenwriter Chen waiting outside the door.

His face was a little pale, and his already delicate face was even more handsome and frail, Bai Chi frowned unobtrusively, judging from the screenwriter's posture, he must have come towards him.

Sure enough, the next moment he heard screenwriter Chen say, "Xiaochi, can I chat with you?"

"Director Chen, what do you want to talk about?"

Screenwriter Chen frowned, a little dissatisfied with Bai Chi's alienation, then smiled and said: "It's not convenient to talk here, find a quiet place."

Wade White was noncommittal, and brought Screenwriter Chen to his office without saying a word. On the way, he passed the lobby, and a few guests were scattered. Compared with the lively scene before, it was a miserable experience.

"Has your business been affected recently?"

Bai Chi gave Screenwriter Chen a hand that poured water, thinking that the two of them haven't gotten to know each other well yet, why does Screenwriter Chen always say some shallow words in front of him, and it's not like they don't answer or not, really. Embarrassingly not.

"It's okay, it will affect a little bit." Bai Chi didn't want to say more, he handed the teacup to Screenwriter Chen, sat opposite him and tossed the tea pot in front of him repeatedly, but didn't take the initiative to speak.

A needle can be heard in the room, and the sweltering heat blurred screenwriter Chen's vision. During this time, he has been investigating Bai Chi's life experience, but he has not made much progress, but there is always a voice in his heart telling him that Bai Chi is his son.

"Xiaochi, what is the relationship between you and Mr. Yu?"

Wade White raised his head, stared fixedly at Screenwriter Chen, and said after a while, "A love relationship."

"He didn't force you?"

"Why does screenwriter Chen think so?" Bai Chi tilted his head in a puzzled look, his black and white eyes made screenwriter Chen feel guilty, and felt that his thoughts just now were really a bit nasty.

Seeing screenwriter Chen's embarrassment, Bai Chi showed the ring on his left hand in front of him and said, "We got the consent of our family."

This ring was put on by Yu Haoran half-rogue and half-forced on his hand a few days ago. The design is simple and generous. There are several broken diamonds inlaid on the platinum ring face. The abbreviation of the name is very memorable.

Screenwriter Chen was almost dazzled by the ring, and felt sad and relieved at the same time. What saddened him was that his son belonged to someone else before he recognized him, but he was relieved that Yu Haoran was sincere to Bai Chi, and his son was not bullied.

But even so, he still had the urge to beat Yu Haoran violently. His son who was born in ten months of pregnancy was kidnapped like this.

"It seems that Mr. Yu is sincere to you, and I wish you well." Screenwriter Chen forced a smile, "I should go after I have been out for so long, don't worry about the scandal, Mr. Yu will settle it, otherwise you will be with me He's ready to break up." Even if he can't protect the person he likes, if this kind of man doesn't break up, can he keep it for the New Year?

"..." Bai Chi was speechless, this screenwriter Chen was really impolite when speaking. Before, he was talking lightly, but now he directly regards himself as an elder.

When the two returned, Director Fang had already eaten all the dishes on the table, leaving no soup left. He was lying on a chair to dry his stomach. When he saw the two of them, he burped indecently and said: "You are finally back. I thought you fell into the toilet. I almost went to ask someone to fish you up."

Bai Chi was embarrassed, but screenwriter Chen was not polite, and rolled his eyes directly: "You are the only one who talks too much, so many delicacies can't stop your mouth."

Director Fang was not annoyed when he heard the words. He and Screenwriter Chen were old partners for many years, and they knew each other very well. No one would take the occasional quarrel to heart. He happily got up to pay the bill, and he kept showing off The vip gold card that I got, the whole person is embarrassed.

When passing by "Ziweixuan", I happened to see Chen's current president coming out of it. When he saw screenwriter Chen, his eyes flickered slightly, and then he left with a group of people as if nothing had happened.

Director Fang is one of the few people in the entertainment industry who knows the identity of screenwriter Chen. Seeing this, he winked and said to screenwriter Chen: "You two brothers still haven't said a word yet?"

"He's not my brother."

"Hey, you are so popular. After more than 20 years, you still remember that there is something that cannot be solved by the family. Do you want to be angry for the rest of your life?"

Screenwriter Chen didn't speak, but the expression on his face clearly said "yes". He looks like a little white flower on the outside, but he is very stubborn on the inside. .

Director Fang couldn't persuade him, so he had no choice but to interrupt the topic sensibly. After the two separated, Screenwriter Chen went back to his apartment.

After turning on the computer, I found a video that was going crazy on the Internet. I clicked it out of curiosity and found out that it was an interview about Yu Haoran. Screenwriter Chen didn’t have any good feelings for this big-tailed wolf who abducted Baichi, but out of respect for Baichi In spite of his concern, he patiently watched the video again.

I have to say that Yu Haoran himself is very good, just simply sitting down gives people an elite feeling, that kind of calmness and elegance come out from the bottom of his body, and it is definitely not something ordinary people can imitate, just a look and a movement can catch him. To catch everyone's eyes, this man was born to belong to the spotlight.

At this time, Yu Haoran was sitting behind his desk, and the sunlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, making his facial features more profound and beautiful. Opposite him was a reporter who was doing an interview with a microphone: "Mr. I'm asking you some personal questions, and you'll have to be as informative as you were before."

"I'll try my best." Yu Haoran spread his hands, showing a helpless smile, looking gentlemanly and elegant in front of the camera.

"Mr. Yu got Lin'er this year. Everyone must have known about it, but the mysterious mother of the little baby has never met with everyone. I wonder if Mr. Yu can reveal it here to satisfy the curiosity of the audience friends. Heart."

Thinking of Baichi, Yu Haoran couldn't help but burst into a smile. It was different from the previous pretentious posture, and his whole body was filled with happy pink bubbles. He almost gave the audience a lot of dog food through the screen: "He is a very Gentle person, very addictive when meeting for the first time."

What he can't stop is simply "dirty" in capitals. Screenwriter Chen's eyes are red with anger. After flirting with his son, this man is still obsessed with his old lover.

Screenwriter Chen's hands were itchy with anger, he casually grabbed a pen and held it in his palm, wishing he could turn into a knife and stab Yu Haoran's handsome face, only to see a photo on the desk out of the corner of his eye, and a sudden A possibility flashed up, and he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and then his hand that wanted to beat Yu Haoran became itchy even more.

The interview on the video was still going on, and the reporter answered with a smile: "I heard from Mr. Yu that you love your son's mother very much."

"Yes."

"But the day before yesterday, Goddess Qin Ruozhi hinted at the press conference that your son might be born of a one-night stand. What do you want to say about this statement?"

Yu Haoran frowned slightly, the previous smile had long since disappeared, and there was a subtle expression on his face that seemed to be mocking: "Before answering this question, I want to clarify one thing, there is no relationship between Miss Qin and me, she The previous pursuit was only her personal behavior, and I have never made any response. Ms. Qin's behavior of hyping me has seriously affected my reputation. My lawyer team will formally submit a lawyer's letter in the next few days , Miss Qin, please get ready."

This slap was really loud, and screenwriter Chen was so ashamed for Qin Ruozhi. Doesn't this mean that she was licking her face and daydreaming because she was disliked?

In the video, the reporter's face twisted for a moment, and then Yu Haoran continued: "Jing Xing's origin from the Yu family has been explained before, no matter who his biological mother is, he is the blood of my Yu family and is my Yu Haoran's son. I don't know where Ms. Qin heard the rumors, but what she said at the press conference has seriously affected the reputation of Yu's future heir, and has had a bad impact on the entire Yu Group. As a product of Yu's The spokesperson of the company has violated the terms of the contract, so the board of Yu's board of directors has decided to terminate the cooperation contract with Ms. Qin, and the liquidated damages will be borne by Ms. Qin herself and her company."

How cruel!Both the reporter in the video and screenwriter Chen outside the video were speechless.

It took a long time for the reporter to recover his voice, and then tactfully changed the subject and asked, "Mr. Yu, who is that Chef Baichibai that is circulating on the Internet recently?"

"He is my love now."

The reporter who asked the question was stunned. Although the questions were all agreed in advance, she never expected that Yu Haoran would give the answer so readily, and even admitted it!

"Didn't you have a lover before?"

"You mean Jing Xing's mother?" Yu Haoran leaned slightly on the armrest of the chair, "He was the one who made me fall in love for the first time, but he left without saying hello, and even gave Jing Xing to me. Let me completely become a baby daddy, although it is a bit regrettable, but there is no perfect life."

"Later, Baichi came. He is the only person I love. He is now and will be in the future. Speaking of which, he was the one I pursued first. Anyone who knows me well knows that I am picky eater. Only he can catch me. Stomach." Saying that, Yu Haoran showed the hand with the ring in front of the camera, the majestic design, the smooth body of the ring, and the shining diamond light, which happened to be a pair with the ring that Screenwriter Chen saw on Bai Chi's hand, They are all men's designs, and there are subtle differences in details, but they are extremely harmonious.

"This is?"

"My engagement ring." Boss Yu smiled complacently. Although his expression was forbearing, it always gave people a showy feeling. "It took me a lot of effort to let him wear it. My family has already agreed to our engagement ring." If there is no accident, the wedding will be held next year."

What a ticking time bomb!The audience in front of the screen drank another bowl of dog food with tears in their eyes.

Screenwriter Chen's eyes were irritated by Yu Haoran's complacent appearance, and he simply turned off the computer and did not look at him. The room became quiet again in an instant, and his gaze once again turned to the photo frame on the table.

There is an old yellow photo embedded in it. There are two teenagers in it, with their shoulders crossed and their backs facing the camera, smiling brightly. The boy who is being hugged is Wenxiu beautiful, and his facial features are very similar to those of screenwriter Chen, while the other boy is sunny. He is handsome and full of vitality can be seen in the photos.

It has been more than 20 years in a flash. Screenwriter Chen's eyes were slightly wet, and his face showed a nostalgic look. Before he had time to feel sad, the doorbell was rang, and the people outside the door were unexpected.