My boyfriend.

Although he was simple, he was concise. However, at the moment when the words were heard, even if he was as elegant as Zeng Cheng, he could not help but be slightly stunned.

Are you familiar with King Rong?

Familiar. He is my boyfriend.

…?

For a few seconds, Zeng Cheng felt that he was wrong. But he was a person who had been in the business world for a long time. Soon, he clarified the logic.

I have been on the same stage for six episodes on the show, one and a half months old. Although my age is a little different, it is not much different. I am barely still in the category of my peers. Therefore, it is normal to develop into a target relationship.

It's a normal thing.

Zeng Cheng: "..."

Not.

He had just recognized his daughter for a while, and he had made every decision, less than half a year.

The relationship between father and daughter has just improved.

In each other's previous lives, the roles of father and daughter were both missing for a long time. Recognizing people and returning the roles, and moving them from adapting to receiving and accompanying them requires a process, and cultivating family affection also takes time. In Zeng Cheng's view, this half year can only be considered the initial stage.

However, my daughter is still young and is still in college. Even if she starts working after graduating from undergraduate, she still has four years to go to work. If she chooses to further her studies, she will have three to five years of master's and doctoral degree. She still has a job after studying. Although the child is a girl, it is also necessary to run her own career. Zeng Cheng has no high requirements for this and does not need to be very profitable. Just her daughter likes it.

Then, when the work is settled and the person is more mature, then consider marriage and love affairs.

Among Chinese parents, Zeng Cheng’s idea is not uncommon, but rather it is quite common.

But now.

In just one sentence, such expectations were easily shattered.

He is my boyfriend.

“…”

A freshman, not to mention a child who had just been brought back, was like a little chicken in the eyes of his father. He should pick up rice grains from behind his husband every day, and behave well and let his father shelter him from the wind and rain under his husband's wings - why did he flap his wings and make a chick uprising? He wanted to run with the rooster from the house in Natunna Village next door.

Men who are men and men who are fathers consider completely different issues.

For example, after the little chicken at home followed another rooster, will there be good grains to eat? When it is windy and rainy, will other roosters not block the wind and rain? Will her be a little boy with a rooster?

My own little chicken, my own rooster will feel distressed, but it may not be possible for other roosters.

Other roosters are not only not feeling distressed, but maybe they also have to say something that makes the little chicken sad: Other chickens can eat bad grains, but you can't eat them. Are you too flirtatious? Other chickens can be soaked by the rain and blown by the wind, but you are so squeaked and screamed when you get wet. Are you too pretentious?

However, he cannot speak harshly. After all, Zeng Cheng has been in the management for many years, and is clear-headed and well aware of the truth that everything will turn the opposite. After saying that, he will only force his own little chicken to other people's chicken coops.

Therefore, when I calmed down, Zeng Cheng spoke in the calmest tone, "When did it happen?"

"It's been more than a month."

For more than a month, that was the end of August and early September.

The first season of "Live Broadcasting Guide for Entertainment Circles" ends in mid-August, which means that just half a month after the show ended, the little chicken was abducted by another rooster.

Zeng Cheng sighed silently in his heart.

I wanted to persuade me to separate.

One is the age difference; the other is the identity is also poor. The other is a very outstanding young man of the same age, and the back is a deep-rooted and lush Jiang family.

Now that you are just a couple, you may not realize that there is anything, but when you really get to the level of marriage, facing such a huge family—

He said nothing, but Zeng Cheng had hidden worries in his heart.

Seeing that his father asked, but he didn't say anything at this moment, Yan Ge pursed his lips slightly and called someone: "Dad."

"Um."

"Do you... don't want to agree?"

"……"yes.

But when I raised my eyes and looked at each other, the little chicken looked at the cockerel with his eyes open. The light in his eyes was expectation, and brightness and demise depended on the cockerel's answer.

If you finally repair a little bit of father-daughter relationship, if you don’t answer well, you will return to before liberation.

Another sigh, but his eyebrows and eyes were not moved at all. Zeng Cheng smiled gently and responded.

"Of course not." He explained his intention: "Just ask."

I haven't been a father for a long time and the authority has been established for a long time, so I won't be able to be strong and I can't be tough.

What's more, this fatherly love also includes two debts.

One is for the daughter in front of you, and the other is for the deceased wife.

Picking spices.

A woman who wants to leave even if she is pregnant is broken.

The sunset falls on the outline of Zengcheng, and the sunset glow is like the shadow of red roses, and the shadow is inexplicably reflected in the autumn scenery, and there are thousands of thoughts coming from the heart.

In short, Cai Xiang was pregnant, and it was also the beginning of his career.

Many years later, every time I interviewed and wrote press releases in business and financial magazines, I always praised Qiyue Tianhua as an entertainment giant and the leading leader in the industry. But I don’t know that later entertainment giants were just small workshops similar to those of the grass-roots team at the beginning.

The company is a small workshop, and the boss is just a small workshop owner. Who can respect it?

I don't like it, I look down on it.

In business district negotiations, people don’t take you to play; investment and cooperation will naturally not have your share, but when drinking at dinner, people can bring you to death.

Just treat you as a monkey.

He worked hard, but she didn't want to, "Zeng Cheng, would you please stop doing this?"

She always says that.

But, it doesn't work.

He wanted to give her a better life.

Because he was a child from a welfare home, he had no support without a father or a mother, as the lyrics sang, "A child without a mother is like a grass", like duckweed wandering without roots, thinking that he would be alone and alone.

However, I encountered Caishang.

She is so good. She will always make more meals, bring more umbrellas, and the new clothes she bought for her brother will always be inappropriate.

When looking at him, gentle apricot eyes always flashed with expectations.

"You can't even retreat, otherwise you can try it?"

Just cherish the man's self-esteem, carefully holding and protecting him, preventing him from falling down.

That was his picking.

It was just that it was useless to say more, so she no longer advised him. He was still drunk in social events, and she often came to pick him up.

Until one day, a person with a chaotic consciousness dialed the wrong number with his fingers.

Therefore, when you wake up again, the opposite is no longer the face of picking the rose.

But Jiang Fei.

The sun was falling, and the sky was getting late. A night enveloped Beijing and the fields of Hebei villages. On the flat but narrow village road, the dark cross-country galloped past, and from time to time, shocked the chickens and ducks raised by the house. The giant beast of steel was frightened and flew out with its wings.

In the back of the car, Mo Li sat on one side and Jiang Fei sat on the other side.

Tomorrow is a matchmaking scene for men and women, and it is not her turn to do it. Mo Li can't get used to it in this countryside, so she contacted Jiang Fei in advance and came to pick her up.

Getting in the car is relatively quiet. Although Mo Zhiyuan came to ask for money before, Mo Li did not intend to say it out loud.

There is no special reason, but her mother has always been unhappy with her mentioning the person's name, and she has been like this since she was a child.

The Chinese teacher assigned the composition to write about her father and after writing the parent's signature. She also wrote the article. Although she and that father never met twice a year, the content was all fictional - and then signed it to her mother.

Just before her, the woman with beautiful makeup tore the composition apart with her own hands. Just before her, she told her that she would explain to the teacher without worry.

Even an essay about his daughter making up her father could not tolerate, so she hated her to that point.

Since then, Mo Li has understood this and never touched the reverse scale.

The atmosphere was silent, Mo Li was browsing her phone casually, but another female voice suddenly rang out, "What's going on with your hands?"

Mo Li lowered her eyes and looked at it. Because Mo Zhiyuan pulled it before, a few scratches appeared on the left wrist wearing the diamond-inlaid bracelet, and the bloodshot was light.

She evasively said, "I accidentally scratched it."

Jiang Fei's brows remained unsuspecting. After a while, the conversation suddenly turned: "Mo Zhiyuan didn't come to find you, right?" As he said, Jiang Fei turned his head: "If he comes to find you, tell me."

Mo Li responded, Jiang Fei turned his head, looked forward with a strong tone.

"Don't give him money."

"Unless, you don't want to be this Miss Jiang Qi."

By mid-October, "Guo Yan" had been filmed, and the film party also returned to Beijing from Sichuan and Chongqing.

The second half of the film is all filmed or landscaped in Beijing, which means that the situation of a strawberry sandwich cookie being in a different place just after falling in love is about to end.
To be continued...