Chapter 32:

How can I avoid embarrassment gracefully?
As soon as Yu Siyang moved, Xue Chengxiu woke up.
Although men are more excited in the morning, they are faster than Mao Tiaozi, which is a bit awkward.
He cherishes Yu Siyang. The child obviously hasn't opened up yet. He doesn't want to scare him, so he has always restrained himself to be a gentleman.
Love at first sight may sound a little artificial and too dreamy, but to define Xue Chengxiu's feelings for Yu Siyang, that is about the meaning.
In recent years, many people's feelings have been suffocated from the material outside the body, no matter whether they are poor or rich, the prerequisites for many people to find an object are the other person's worth, whether there is a RV, how much annual income, the parents are What they do, as for feelings, they feel that they can be nurtured in the future.
In response, Xue Chengxiu scoffed.
If a person does not make him feel good at first glance, it is impossible to cultivate much love in the future.
It was just that Yu Siyang was young and did n’t know how to solve the problem. He was also thinking about making money and paying off debts. Xue Chengxiu sometimes felt that when the child opened his own knowledge, he did n’t know if he could wait in his lifetime.
It was because of his cherishment that he adopted the strategy of boiling frogs in warm water.
But now this situation ...
He could hardly control himself and turned into a wolf.
It seems that Siyang is still moving in his arms, which is almost ...
Xue Chengxiu tightened his arms and pressed the man in his arms fiercely, saying in a low voice, "Don't move."
Yu Siyang froze, and the burning sensation became more and more obvious, as if he had been set on fire.
"Mr. Xue, I get up."
"..." Xue Chengxiu forced himself to let go of his hands, not even thinking about the question of addressing.
Yu Siyang crawled out of bed, forgetting to wear slippers, and burned his tail like a fire.
Xue Chengxiu turned and lay on his back on the bed, sighing low.
Yu Siyang flushed and ran back to his room.
Hong Zhehao slept in a large font in his room, and the quilt was kicked to the ground.
"I'm not afraid of cold." Yu Siyang picked up the quilt and covered it on Hong Zhehao. Although it was summer, the room was air-conditioned and the temperature was not too high.
In the bathroom attached to his room, he slammed his face with cold water, and finally calmed down before he started washing.
After washing, Yu Siyang opened the closet. He had to change into the home clothes. When he saw the cat with a mean expression on the pajamas, he remembered last night that he would put it on for Mu Mu, and put the home clothes on the closet .
I went to the porch barefoot, put on a pair of slippers, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Aunt Wang, who was a helper in Xue's family, got up early and was already packing in the kitchen, waiting to help Yu Siyang make breakfast together.
"Aunt Wang, good morning." Yu Siyang took a drink of honey and lemonade that Aunt Wang handed him.
Aunt Wang took the empty glass with a smile, "Mu Mu was still in trouble yesterday to wait for you to come back and wear this pajamas together. He must have seen it today."
Yu Siyang is young and tender, so wearing this cat pajamas is so cute, Aunt Wang looked around and looked at him.
"Are you Mumu up?" Yu Siyang asked as he beat the egg.
"The little guy said last night that he was waiting for you to come back, and he refused to sleep. No, it was getting up late. Fortunately, this weekend, there is no need to go to the kindergarten." Now, I'll send him water. "
This is Xue Chengxiu's habit. Every morning when he gets up to drink a glass of honey lemonade, Xue's maids, bodyguards, and drivers have developed this habit. Even Yu Siyang, who lived in later, also developed this habit.
Aunt Wang, holding a glass of honey lemonade, walked into the restaurant with an expression of thunder.
Why did Mr. Xue also wear this cat pajamas?
But not cute at all!
"I'm going to get Mu Mu and the guests to get up." Aunt Wang put the cup on the table in front of Xue Chengxiu and quickly ran away.
She felt that she would not leave anymore, for fear of laughing.
Before Aunt Wang had passed, Hong Zhehao had already woke up.
He had a terrible headache because of the hangover. He stumbled up from the bed, looked around the room where he was, and muttered to himself, "Where am I?"
This is not his home, and it may not be a hotel depending on the room furnishings.
He remembered that he drank a lot of alcohol yesterday and should be drunk.
Who brought this home?
Hong Zhehao got out of bed with a heavy head, pulled on his apparently unfitting pajamas, put on slippers, opened the door, and saw a pose of a middle-aged woman knocking on the door.
"Guest, you are awake." Aunt Wang said, "The bathroom has a new toothbrush towel, and a set of clothes on the bed. They are all new. You can wash and come down for breakfast."
Aunt Wang left after speaking, and Liu Hongzhehao stood at the door with a messy face.
The crew does not seem to have this middle-aged aunt. Who brought him?
Hong Zhehao finished washing, went downstairs to look around, followed the fragrance to find the restaurant.
When he arrived at the restaurant, he saw the man sitting on the main table of the table, and the cat pajamas he wore on his face.
Such a handsome and imposing man has such a strange aesthetic.
It's really a human being.
He was not cute at all in such a cute pajamas, he was blinded by that cute cat in his pajamas.
"excuse me……"
Hong Zhehao then thought of serious business-who is this man, why brought him here?
It happened that Yu Siyang was carrying a few bowls of milk and stewed eggs to the restaurant. When he saw Hong Zhehao, he smiled and said, "You got up in time, just in time for breakfast."
"Yu Siyang," Hong Zhehao shouted in surprise.
Fortunately, I was brought back by Yu Siyang, not abducted by a mess.
Yu Siyang nodded. "Sit down and have breakfast."
Hong Zhehao sat down, and when Yu Siyang turned around, he saw the back of the cheap cat in his pajamas and couldn't help smirking.
The man on the subject gave him a glance.
Hong Zhehow suddenly did not dare to laugh.
Nima, this look is terrible.
"Dad, look, Ultraman." A chubby child suddenly ran in, two silver spoons covering his eyes, and looking up at the man on the subject.
"Mu Mu, the spoon can't be placed on the face." Yu Siyang followed, squatting down and took the spoon from the fat child. "The spoon is used to eat, how dirty it is on the face."
"Mu Mu is not dirty," patted the fat boy on his face, and patted Si Siyang again, "Mu Mu is clean, brother is clean." Then he turned around, stretched his arms short, and the man on the theme cooperated Bowed his head and let him shoot, "Dad clean."
Hong Zhehao blinked, blinked again, rubbed his eyes, and confirmed again and again that his eyes were fine.
Otherwise, how could he feel that the scene in front of him looks like a warm family of three, father and mother and cute little baby, and is wearing exactly the same cheap cat pajamas.
It must be that he hasn't woken up yet.
Xue Yunmu took the toy away by his brother Yangyang, mumbled his mouth, and crawled up to Dad's leg.
Yu Siyang is the elder brother and he is the uncle.
Is he very old?
Hong Zhehao was hit a little bit, "Good friends, I'm Yu Siyang's friend, I came to your home."
"Brother Yangyang's friend!" Xue Yunmu's eyes brightened, "Will you make flowers too?"
Hong Zhehao was in the circle.
Xue Chengxiu picked up his son and asked the little one to stand on his lap. "Mu Mu, not everyone is as powerful as your brother Yang Yang."
Xue Yunmu threw himself into his father's arms, and laughed hahaha: "Brother is the most tired, and the world is the most tired."
Hong Zhehao: "..."
Shouldn't he offend this person? Otherwise, why did he hear dislike from the man's tone?
"Let's eat." Yu Siyang came in with a large dish of crystal shrimp dumplings, and said to Aunt Wang who helped with the porridge: "Aunt Wang, you should eat soon."
Hong Zhehao stared at the table full of breakfast, crystal shrimp dumplings, chicken congee, milk stewed eggs, egg pancakes, and a glass of fruit and vegetable juice, one breakfast, or not so rich.
Compared to this table, what kind of hotel takeaway breakfast he used to eat is really shabby.
Taking a sip of chicken porridge, it was thick but not sticky, fresh and refreshing, and Hong Zhehao narrowed his eyes contentedly.
Xue Yunmu took a bite of milk and stewed eggs, and the creamy custard almost melted in the mouth. After chewing twice in his mouth, he slid down the esophagus.
After eating breakfast, Hong Zhehao reluctantly bid farewell to Yu Siyang. Yu Siyang has already been killed, and he will not be able to eat what he made in the future.
"You have to go to the crew today, don't be late." Yu Siyang packed him a big bag of cherry biscuits made by himself. "Take these and eat with everyone."
Hong Zhehao opened the bag and saw that it was made of small cherry-like biscuits. "You are so good, you can do it." It is not like a kitchen killer.
"Not everything can be done," Yu Siyang said modestly.
Hong Zhehao asked: "You have signed Liu's new play, when will you join the group?"
"Join the team tomorrow." Yu Siyang said, "It was originally today, and Liu Dao said he would take a day off."
"Good." Hong Zhehao smiled.
He is now uncertain, and he doesn't know if there is any scene to shoot after filming "Poisonous and Delicious".
He is not sure about the new company. Although Jiace has a good reputation in the industry, he also gave him an A-level contract, but he will say whether he will pay attention to it.
However, it doesn't matter if Jiace doesn't value him, just a three-year contract. He is not afraid of dormant for three years. He is still young and always has a chance.
"I forgot to tell you something," Hong Zhehao stuffed a biscuit in his mouth. "I changed a company and I went to Jia Ce."
Yu Siyang hesitated for a moment, then immediately understood that this person would tell him this kind of privacy-like thing as a friend, "Very good, congratulations."
Although he doesn't know much about the entertainment industry, Yu Siyang has also heard that the word of mouth in the prosperous era does not seem to be very good.
Moreover, although the affairs of Hong Zhehao and Prince Fengyu have ended, Hong Zhehao seems to have let go of this relationship, but if it is the same company, there will always be a meeting, it will be more embarrassing.
"I hope we still have the opportunity to cooperate." Hong Zhehao smiled brightly, without a gloom.
Yu Siyang Zheng Jianjian head: "Yes."
The driver of the Xue family, Lao Lin, was waiting outside the gate. Hong Zhehao shook his hand at Yu Siyang, and trot all the way into the car.
Yu Siyang waited until the car was out of sight before turning back.
In the living room, Xue Chengxiu was sitting on the sofa, holding a yellow portfolio in his hand, beckoning him to pass.
Yu Siyang sat down beside Xue Chengxiu, and took the Mu Mu child who was begging him to hold him.
"Yangyang, Yu Zhongmin is your second uncle, isn't it?" Xue Chengxiu asked.
"Ok?"
The first thought of Yu Siyang's conditioned reflex is-where is his uncle, an orphan.
It took me a while to think that it should be the second uncle of that young boy.
Xue Chengxiu gave him the portfolio. "Look at this."
Unknown Yu Siyang opened the portfolio and took out a stack of thick paper. The first one was Yu Zhongmin's basic files. Name, age, family situation and learning experience are listed on it.
Opening the second one is Yu Zhongmin's decades of work experience.
The third is a list of assets.
Yu Siyang looked more and more shocked, the hands holding the stack of materials could not help shaking.
In his arms, Xue Yunmu felt that he was in a bad mood, and put out his fat paw to pat his belly, and murmured in his mouth, "Brother doesn't cry."
"Is this all true?" Yu Siyang looked up, shortness of breath, and red eyes.
Xue Chengxiu patted his back gently and gave him gas. "It's still under investigation. It's possible. Don't get angry. It's not worth being angry for this kind of person."
Yu Siyang sneered, the stack of paper deformed in his hand.