Wen Feng really came.

The summer at 1 a.m. is very quiet, and the green vines outside the floor-to-ceiling windows sway silently, like staggered feelings.

The others politely greeted each other and returned to their rooms.

Mei Sheng sat on the left side of the sofa remotely, leaning his elbows on his knees and laid his fingers together like a pyramid.

Wen Feng tried to express his calmness and maturity when he entered the door, but the magnificent eyes couldn't hide it.

She is still properly maintained. She still looks good in her forties, with no trace of years.

After derailing, she faded out of the entertainment industry for a while. Later, she was probably unable to receive satisfactory film resources, so she went to the next stage to act in a TV series.

After all, I gradually no longer have much contact with the Mei family.

The Mei family started as a small fishing village. After the eldest son Mei Heng became famous, he helped his younger brother and sister to study as adults.

Mei Heng’s parents were equally profound and deep-rooted. When he was poor, he would pay him three months’ salary to study at his company. His rich and old couple also went to senior college together. With his kind and friendly talk, and his uniqueness Shine is also very popular in today's upper circles.

Marrying Mei Heng and giving birth to Mei Shengyao was not a mistake from the beginning.

The right time, the right person, the right child.

Wen Feng is very gentle with the children of the crew. The only reason for his neglect of his own children is largely because of self-deception.

But she saw the smart appearance of Little Phoenix in The Fairy Painting with her own eyes.

So much so that I sat for a long time in the cinema, turning around and making mistakes.

She always feels that Mei Shengyao is like his father, who is a singing material, does not like to watch movie scripts, and cannot inherit half of his essence.

Even after doing the idol Dahong straight up, she only felt upset when she heard the crowd of He Xi, and once blocked everything related to that combination.

Wen Feng read the "Fairy Paintings" three times. Before the movie was released, he had already seen the cut samples at the invitation of his old friend. He sat alone in the projection room and lost his soul.

One blow is not over yet, and another blow is back again.

Jiang Yanzhi, the bitch, the **** who snatched her glorious life, she actually had a son who went to college.

And also won this year's Asian Newcomer Award.

Wen Feng was sitting beside Mei Sheng, his fingers clenched the wallet unnaturally, and it was extremely difficult to speak.

"……distant."

Mei Shengyao picked up the glass and slowly drank the milk without looking at her.

Wen Feng pulled out a pale smile and tried to please him: "They have grown so big, and they haven't taken you out to play well."

"Mum missed you so much in the past few years, those on the Internet, those on the Internet are fake, you don't believe a word."

"Mum has been working hard to make money recently, and I just want to wait for you to be busy. Let's go abroad to watch the sea together, OK?"

Mei Shengyao still did not look at her.

Wen Feng actually lacked confidence in his own speech.

After the child was born, he was thrown in the villa. At most, she saw two or three times a year, and most of the time was taken care of by Mei Heng.

Shortly after he turned twelve years old, he was sent to spf for boarding for so many years. He said that he was a biological mother and son.

"I still have training tomorrow," the teenager looked at his watch. "Talk for another five minutes, and I won't give it away later."

"Mei Shengyao, I'm a mother," Wen Feng grabbed his wrist with his hand, and he also squeezed hard when panicking: "I'm a mother, look at me, look at me!!!"

Mei Sheng let her hold on tightly, and glanced lightly, perfunctory: "I see."

Wen Feng's pupils shrank and it was difficult to channel: "Do you know how long it took me to give birth to you?! Ten months-from the first three months of childbirth to confinement, do you know what I was swollen at that time?! "

"Dare you speak to me in this tone? Mei Shengyao, I gave you this--"

"The day Dad came in the night train to meet me, it was raining heavily outside." Mei Shengyao refilled himself with another half a glass of milk, calmly interrupting her vent: "He was soaked all over him, but he still hugged me tightly , Afraid of me being sad."

"When he used to have a concert, he had only seven minutes of rest and dressing time per break, but he still had a video call with me to coax me to sleep."

"I started the concert myself later, and I realized how rare those seven minutes were."

"He will do this for you!" Wen Feng shouted angrily: "All the good things are left to him, and he hasn't calculated much in all these years!"

"Yes, he's a superstar, what about me? What do I look like after I have a baby? Do you know? If not because--"

Mei Shengyao looked up at her and said indifferently: "Why do you come to me today?"

Wen Feng stubbornly stopped venting, and took a deep breath when he wanted to calculate the road many times.

"Sorry, it's mom's gaffe, mom just..."

"Three minutes left."

Wen Feng grabbed his hand regardless of it and tried to close the distance between the two of them: "Children, the "Fairy Painting" you played is particularly aura."

"You shouldn't waste time in such a place at all, you should go to the theater."

"Yaoyao, you are nineteen years old, go to university, okay? Mom will find you the best acting class in the theater, mom will pick the script for you personally, OK?"

"You will definitely become a good actor, you can take all the awards, you can do more than Jiang Jue's child—"

She kept planning and dreaming, until this moment she didn't have the idea of ​​apologizing, and she was so paranoid that she completely lost her ability to judge.

Mei Sheng stared at her for a few seconds, slowly pulling his right hand out.

Then the action gently helped Wen Feng wipe off the tears on the side of her face and whispered with her eyelashes down.

There was a kind of naive coldness in the voice.

"You do not understand."

"I'm at Mei's house, and I'm already very happy here."

"All I want now is the crown."

Wen Feng stared at him staring blankly for a while.

Mei Shengyao let go of his hand, took a paper towel and wiped his palm clean, and walked straight to the door to deliver guests.

The woman was sitting still and refused to move. She said hoarsely, and wanted to ask for more: "Crown? Which crown? Which one of the osc?! Will you go back to college when you get it?"

Until now, she didn't know how many letters her son's group name had.

Jiang Shu stayed at the gate and saw Mei Sheng leaving the living room, so he persuaded Wen Feng to go back.

The woman left here in a loss of soul, and glanced sternly down the stairs again.

"Can I come to see him in the future?"

"I'm afraid not." Jiang Shu shook his head: "This child is too busy, and it's rare to stay here for a few days a year."

The driver called by Jiang Shu waited at the elevator door, politely called out, and accompanied her to leave.

It wasn't until the moment the elevator doors closed slowly that Wen Feng suddenly let go, kneeling down in the elevator without crying, tears all over his cheeks.

Huo Jian waited to hear the sound of the door, then quietly opened the door to see Mei Shengyao's state.

As soon as Huo Jian opened the door, five other probes, like mushrooms, came out one by one, and looked around to see where the child had gone.

Mei Shengyao finished talking to his father with a toothbrush. He coaxed Mei Heng, who was not at ease to sleep, for a few words, and found two rows of sunflowers staring at him.

"It's okay." He shook his cup. "I have comforted her a few words."

Huo Jian quickly walked over and hugged the teenager, and then all the others rushed over and hugged Little Phoenix in his arms, three layers in and three layers out.

"Ouch ouch," Mei Shengyao's rubbed face hurt, and said with a loud voice: "My house is on the 17th floor, what do you panic, is she not wanting me to be good."

Bo Jue hugged him even harder, sullen his head several times.

"His...I'm going to suffocate Ju..."

This matter was indeed passed through without fear. Early the next day, everyone should eat and practice, led by the little white dog, running around in the garden on the roof.

After the morning exercise ended, Uncle Wang came over and motioned to Huo Jian to speak aside.

"I don't know if I should say something," he scratched his head. "The kid you picked up before, Fu next year, do you remember?"

Huo Jian sideways said: "What happened to him?"

"No, I know you take good care of him, so I will tell you." Uncle Wang hesitated for a few seconds and lowered his voice: "This year, the company has a batch of public surgery cosmetics places, sent to the best hospitals abroad, No matter how good it looks and how to adjust it, I have a full set of chin pads, nose bridges and open eyes."

"Fu next year...he signed up."

Huo Jian is drinking energy drinks to replenish his strength, and there are snowballs rolling around his feet. He froze for a few seconds and subconsciously said, "When will I go?"

"The company is doing the final review, and the list will be published tomorrow." Uncle Wang made a scissors hand and clicked in the void: "If you are not willing, I'll take care of this."

Cosmetic surgery is nothing new in the entertainment world.

The star itself has always been demanding by the camera, and its normal body will become fat when the lens is elongated. In reality, the female stars are almost skinned with meat, and they dare not touch any staple food.

The figure is still the same, the face is no bottom line.

According to the normal law, Jun Lang's beautiful ones are all one-of-a-kind, and only a few are truly natural.

But when you enter the circle, you have to go up, you have to compete with everyone for resources, and the disadvantages that fall in your mother's womb have become the best point to modify.

Thick lips, small eyes, collapsed nose bridge, wide chin, everything is not worth mentioning in front of modern medicine.

Pain is painful, and recovery will be accompanied by months of severe pain, but these are all the names of the Vanity Fair.

Huo Jian thought for a moment, but still responded slowly.

"He is in spf?"

"Yes, it's been almost a year and a half since training." Uncle Wang Shu, deputy to Jiang Shu, is very thorough in his work: "I checked before I came. He has always been outstanding and has strict requirements on himself. The teachers rated him highly. "

Uncle Wang has seen Fu a few times next year. In fact, he thinks he looks pretty good, but it is really a little worse than the current net red aesthetic.

According to the judgment of the young in the department, girls now like the appearance of elves, with a sharp chin, big eyes and white skin.

Nowadays, there are more and more entertainers, and there are countless people who want to be idols and red. Newcomers can be remembered at a glance, and they can amaze the audience at a glance.

But Fu will not be exposed next year.

He is less than seventeen years old this year, and he already has a kind of deep-seated and unrelated age.

It's like hiding all emotions and thoughts in the deepest part, and there is also an elusiveness in the temperament.

At first glance, it seems to be a passerby, looking straight but not prominent.

But in the second and third eyes, the more you look, the more you can feel the undercurrent of calmness.

It seemed that the white shark was waiting for the opportunity, and the intensity was pressed into the depths of his eyes.

Such a person... does not seem to make such a choice.

"In the morning, you help me stare at Yun Ge Ju. The team runs ten kilometers before doing stretching and strength training." Huo Jian picked up his coat and walked back, the back line was still neat and beautiful.

"I'll meet him."