"Hey, Master Yan brought back so many ivory dishes today." Lingzi took the bag of vegetables and said in surprise, "Does Master Yan like this kind of dishes so much?"
After hearing this, Chu Xuan almost laughed.
Yan Mengsheng saw Chu Xuan's expression of wanting to laugh, his eyebrows deepened, and he stopped when he just wanted to say "Yeah", and turned around, "He wants to eat."
Reiko's eyes widened in amazement, "After that, I often cook this dish for Xiao Xuan."
Chu Xuan, who was knifed, couldn't laugh: "..."
Turning his head slightly, Yan Mengsheng picked up the tablet and started watching his online class. Chu Xuan took a deep breath, "Sister Lingzi, make more celery. I love celery even more. I will make a table of celery every day."
Yan Mengsheng wanted to touch the tablet's hand for a while, his eyes fixed on the screen.
.After getting along for a while, Chu Xuan knew that Yan Mengsheng hated eating celery, and even sneaked in, with an awkward smile on his cute little face, "My brother also likes eating celery, it's green and healthy."
Yan Mengsheng: "..."
Lingzi was even more surprised. She was new to Yan's family. She didn't know Yan Mengsheng's preferences. She only bought what the butler asked for. "It turns out that Master Yan likes to eat celery. Green food is healthy. You really should eat more. "
Yan Mengsheng thought it was a bit funny. He obviously didn't like eating celery himself, so he casually said, "Yes, add some green mustard to the celery. It's spicy and crispy. He loves it even more."
Reiko twitched the corners of her mouth. Do these two young masters have any special eating habits? The butler didn't say anything either.
Chu Xuan: Please be your own person.
.As a result, for dinner, I really made such a plate of celery with mustard, which exuded the spicy taste of mustard, and it was green, lying on a white porcelain plate waiting to be favored by the two young masters.
Yan Mengsheng: "..."
Chu Xuan: "..."
None of the two acquaintances moved the dish. The other two dishes were all eaten, except that the plate of mustard and celery did not move.
Then the two also politely shirk each other's respectful glances at me.
"Brother, eat it, green celery, healthy and delicious."
"Thank you, take a bite first, I think you can still live." Yan Mengsheng did not blink his eyes, and caught the fish next to him.
Chu Xuan: "..."
Chu Xuan glared at Yan Mengsheng's good-looking profile, and then he also sandwiched a piece of fish.
No way, everyone is afraid of death.
.When they finished eating, Reiko began to clean up the table, watching the other plates almost run out, but Celery lay quietly on the plate without moving.
"Didn't the two young masters say that they all love to eat?" Reiko wondered, wondering if it was not delicious that she made. She took out a new chopsticks and took a piece of celery and tasted it. After chewing a few bites, the noodles were instantly Cai Se, his eyebrows are as hideous as a twisted braid.
"Yue!" This taste almost didn't send her away, she would never eat celery and mustard again in this life!
...
Chu Xuan looked at Yan Mengsheng, who was sitting in the living room answering questions with a mobile phone, and thought it was strange. How could there be a performance test at school at night? But since he was doing the question, he also painted a few pictures next to him, otherwise it would be really boring.
.Chu Xuan took a pen and paper, and wanted to draw anything. He sat next to Yan Mengsheng and placed the pen and paper on the table. He laid the paper straight, then picked up the pen and hung his head and began to draw something on the paper with a serious expression. Clever.
Yan Mengsheng stopped his answering hand slightly, and the rest of the light fell on the little guy beside him. Very strange, as soon as Chu Xuan sat next to him, his heart couldn't calm down. Before, even if the servant butler was talking next to him, it would not disturb his thoughts, but when Chu Xuan sat there, his thoughts began to empty. .
But when he saw Chu Xuan's obedient appearance, he always wanted to provoke him. Yan Mengsheng poked his head slightly to see what Chu Xuan was painting.
It seems to be a child and a boy, but this boy is not yet Chu Xuan himself.
.Only Wei Wei had a sketch, but Yan Mengsheng could also tell that he didn't know this child, and there was no such person in his memory.
"Who is painting?" Yan Mengsheng's voice was indifferent.
Chu Xuan didn't even lift his head, he was still so careful, his small mouth opened lightly, and the milk voice was extremely gentle: "A handsome boy."
Yan Mengsheng frowned and even answered the question unintentionally, "Why didn't I draw me? Am I not handsome?"
"You are handsome, but I don't want to paint you now, I want to paint this little handsome guy, I miss him." Chu Xuan was too obsessed with seriousness, and didn't hear the weird tone of Yan Mengsheng's words.
"Miss him...?" Yan Mengsheng was completely out of mind to answer the question this time, his eyes were completely separated from the phone screen, and the cold and nice voice was unwarranted at this time.
.Chu Xuan probably thought that he was talking too noisy, and he simply ignored him this time. Yan Mengsheng's face sank slightly, and his dark eyes fell on the white face, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, facing him. A smile I've never had before.
Yan Mengsheng's eyes flickered, his icy face was hardened, and there was no smile at all.
He put the phone on the table, and tilted his whole body slightly to Chu Xuan's side, staring coldly at the small body that looked like a little hamster.
Chu Xuan suddenly felt cold, and a melancholy gaze fell on him. He straightened up stiffly and slowly turned his head to look at the calm and deep eyes, as if something was brewing in it, as if a storm was coming. Chu Xuan shook subconsciously.
"Miss him, who is he?" Yan Mengsheng asked softly, but his breath seemed to hide a sharp, powerful wind.
.Chu Xuan shrank his neck and didn't know what he was angry about, but he still wanted to coax him, just like coaxing his ancestors.
The voice was soft: "I painted my brother as a child." It was actually his brother Chu Nian.
Yan Mengsheng showed no face, staring at Chu Xuan motionlessly: "I didn't grow like that when I was a child, he didn't look as good as me."
When he heard that his brother's face was degraded, Chu Xuan didn't come up in a sigh of relief, and smirked dryly: "...I haven't seen my brother, this is what I want to doodle."
Yan Mengsheng narrowed his eyes dangerously, and the low air pressure hit the sky overwhelmingly.
Chu Xuan squeezed a sweet smile: "Well, let me redraw a picture of my brother. He is such a handsome man right in front of me. I still paint what I used to do. Xiao Xuan is too stupid."
Yan Mengsheng lowered his eyebrows and gave a humble hum.
.Originally, it took a lot of time to draw real people, and Yan Mengsheng was still so perfect, with exquisite eyebrows, thin and shallow lips, and he looked like a darling of God and cheating.
It took Chu Xuan a long time to paint such a painting, and it still took a few hours to paint well.
When the painting was finished, Chu Xuan shook his sore wrist, twisted his stiff neck, and collapsed on the chair.
"Does it look good?" Chu Xuan raised his small face with a tired and paralyzed expression. "The donkeys in the production team didn't do that. I just finished drawing one and asked someone to draw another one."
"The painting is good." Yan Mengsheng's expression softened, "I will take you to the playground in a few days, and reward."
.Chu Xuan didn't have much interest in this reward, but there was a whim in his mind that Yan Mengsheng would think that his younger brother was not good-looking, so he wanted to know what his looks would be evaluated.
"I'll draw another one, brother appreciate it?"
Yan Mengsheng's eyes were faint and his voice calm, "Yes."
More than half an hour later, he painted his real life appearance, as well as the tearful moles on the corners of his eyes. Although it was painted, it was definitely not as good as he himself. Chu Xuan felt that he had It's ugly to paint.
I didn't want to show it to Yan Mengsheng, who knew that Yan Mengsheng took it away, looked at the indifferent young man in the painting, examined it, and raised his brows very lightly.
"Not bad." Yan Mengsheng gave his own evaluation.
There was a smile in Chu Xuan's eyebrows, and his appearance was one of the best.
."It feels like you look like the person in the painting." Yan Mengsheng suddenly said.
Chu Xuan's heart sank, maintaining the smile on his face, "Why does my brother say that?"
Yan Mengsheng had been looking at the painting in his hand with his eyebrows down, his serious eyes made Chu Xuan more and more afraid of what he would see, and the fingers on his legs could not help but curl up nervously.
For a while...
Yan Mengsheng chuckled, "It feels the same skin."
Chu Xuan quietly exhaled a deep breath without a trace, and the whole person relaxed, he thought he was going to expose something.
When Yan Mengsheng put the paper on the table, he glanced at the young man in the painting.
Chu Xuan reacted after realizing it, and said: "Brother, you were answering the question just now, are you finished?"
.Yan Mengsheng looked at the question that had timed out and was silent.
How many subjects did he answer?
...
When the school teachers asked Yan Mengsheng to do the test questions online in advance, and then asked the school students to answer the questions with paper and pen, but I don’t know why the urging was so tight this time that Yan Mengsheng had to hand it in at night. , The teachers are also at a loss.
When the teachers received the question from Yan Mengsheng, the hand holding the mouse did not move, their eyes staring at the blank screen in a daze.
what happened? ? ? What's wrong with the good students all the time? Is it because they want to learn badly? !
This incident was reported directly to the principal. Yan Mengsheng was the key figure of the school. The principal got up from the bed in shock and called Yan Bo.
.However, except for senior leaders and partners, the secretary took over all other matters and then relayed it. After the secretary got on the phone and learned about it, he knocked on Yan Bo, who was resting.
It is noon in foreign countries, and Yan Bo is lying on a chair and basking in the warm sun.
"I'm going back to China in a few days. What can I bring them to eat?" Yan Bo closed his eyes and thought, muttering in a low voice.
Hearing the knock on the door, Yan Bo opened his eyes and said, "In."
The secretary opened the door and walked in.
Yan Bo wondered: "What's the matter?"
"President Yan, the school called."
Yan Bo's prismatic head hung back again, his expression was a little careless, and he closed his eyes again, "What certificate did that kid get?..I don’t need to report the first prize certificate to me anymore. I’m tired of listening, and he didn’t bother me about his studies. "
The secretary pulled the corner of his mouth awkwardly, shook his head, and slowly said, "No."
"what is that?"
"The school said, Mr. Yan, your son...Four subjects are missing from six subjects."
Yan Bo: "..."
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