Chapter 12 Beauty Trap

Two days passed in a flash, and the weekend ended in a hurry. Ming Huaizhi's arm needed to be properly maintained except for applying some medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis according to the schedule.

He has many allergens, and many medicines are contraindicated. After Sang Yu found out, he asked many doctors, and finally chose a Chinese patent medicine for him to try externally.

Today, the program group will continue to record.

Chen Ruofu sent a message over the weekend, telling him that the results of the live broadcast last time were very good. Many netizens expressed their appetite for watching him eat, and the number of negative comments decreased a lot.

In this regard, Ming Huaizhi expressed his satisfaction, and specially stuffed a lot of snacks from home into the small school bag, preparing to have lunch as an extra meal.

When he walked to the restaurant, he originally thought that Sang Yu had already gone to work, but unexpectedly, the other party didn't leave after eating, but instead took an ipad to work at the dining table.

"Good morning."

Ming Huaizhi didn't have time, so he hurriedly took a sandwich: "I'm leaving first."

"What's in your schoolbag?" Sang Yu's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the food logo in Ming Huaizhi's white schoolbag.

"Oh, potato chips and nuts." Ming Huaizhi raised his wrist to look at the time again, obediently turned his back to Sang Yu with his schoolbag, "Take some and try."

"I don't eat these things." Sang Yu frowned, "Isn't the company's food full?"

Ming Huaizhi shook his head: "It's not that I'm not full, it's that I'm too vegetarian. There's not enough money in the meal card. Unless I don't eat at the company for the evening meal, but I'm afraid of working overtime so I don't dare to spend it."

Although these words were just plain and straightforward, they floated into Sang Yu's ears with some grievances.

Sang Yu knew that Ming Huai Zhi was a carnivore, so he zipped up Ming Huai Zhi's schoolbag casually: "Are you allergic to the medicine I gave you yesterday?"

Ming Huai Zhi shook his head: "Not allergic."

"Well, let's go."

"Sang Yu, goodbye~"

Looking at the back of Ming Huaizhi leaving, Sang Yu slowly leaned back on the chair and buttoned his cuff with one hand.

After a while, he called the general manager of the subsidiary company.

"The stars who recorded the show over there, do you have very little money in the meal card?"

The general manager didn't expect that Sang Yu would ask about this trivial matter, and quickly said: "Their standards are lower than the company's interns. This is a request from the program team, saying it is for the effect of the program."

Sang Yu hummed: "Okay."

Putting down the phone, the general manager was nervous and strange.He didn't expect this incident to attract the attention of the head office.

In the restaurant, the butler was sipping a faint smile as he elegantly packed the plates.

When Sang Yu looked up, he saw his smile, and his eyes changed slightly: "This incident has spread, and it will have a bad impact on our group. Those who don't know think that we treat employees harshly, and how to attract outstanding employees to join in the future."

The butler smiled: "You think about the long term."

Sang Yu was going to inspect the new project in a while, and glanced at the servant who was busy in the courtyard: "Remember to arrange Ming Yantang's sick meal at night."

The butler nodded: "Don't worry."

"Otherwise, you can also send him Chinese food." Sang Yu suddenly suggested, but after careful consideration, he denied it: "Forget it."

The other party was live broadcasting, so if they ate food delivered from home, they would definitely be criticized.

The housekeeper naturally knew what Sang Yu was worried about: "Your relationship with Young Master Ming is getting better and better."

Sang Yu was taken aback, the incident of falling from the horse that day was still fresh in his memory, and his heart beat faster unconsciously.

And before his eyes, the image of Ming Huaizhi pretending to be a little turtle automatically floated up.

His expression moved slightly: "General."

On the other side, Minghuai Zhi has already started to choose clothes.Jing Lan is in charge of the logistics, and should be in charge of these, so she happened to go to the clothing warehouse with Ming Huai Zhi to help.

A photographer was in charge of taking pictures of the two of them. Jing Lan found that Ming Huaizhi today was different from a few days ago. His right arm was always hanging down cautiously, not daring to lift it up.

"Brother Yantang, are you injured?"

Ming Huai Zhi: "I accidentally strained it while playing on the weekend, it's okay to take care of it for a few days."

Jing Lan's tone was concerned: "You have been hurt for a hundred days, so you should take a good rest."

That being said, the door of the warehouse was thick and heavy, and Ming Huaizhi still walked in the front and pushed it open with his left arm.

Holding the door, he said to Jing Lan, "Please come in."

Jing Lan's heart warmed up, and she hurried in, "Your arm is inconvenient, I'll come when you go out."

Ming Huaizhi smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, I can do it."

In his eyes, this is the basic courtesy of a boy.

[Hiss, wake me up, why do I think Ming Yantang is pretty good?Are his black stories true?]

[It's just a role-playing role, don't take it seriously.]

[It is estimated that I have learned to be smart, and I know that this kind of character design attracts fans.]

[Hehe, the top class in the Ming Dynasty began to compromise and learn from Lu Zilin's character design.]

The clothes in the clothing warehouse are overwhelming, and the area alone is 400 square meters, including all types of clothes.

Jing Lan murmured: "There are so many clothes, how long will we have to look for them?"

"It won't take too long." Ming Huaizhi took out the clothes location form prepared in advance, "I have almost matched the five sets of clothes, just find them according to the number."

Jing Lan was surprised: "Ah? But how do you know their numbers?"

"I asked the director for the excel of all the clothes here at the weekend, and I went home and picked some according to the theme of the shooting."

Jing Lan sincerely admired: "You are awesome."

Ming Huai Zhi smiled shyly at her: "Thank you for helping me."

[Of the five people, only Ming Yantang really regards this recording as a job.]

[I really didn't expect Ming Yantang to be such a person. In my eyes, it's common for him to have sex with people on the red carpet, beat and scold employees, and play big names to tear up resources.]

[As a fan of Ming Yantang for six years, I can tell you responsibly that apart from having a straightforward temper, Brother Ming is a very nice person in private, and none of those black drafts are true.]

[Ming Yantang fans took the opportunity to come out to clean up.]

In the barrage, the black fans were still bouncing happily.

For a whole morning, Ming Huai Zhi and Jing Lan tidied up all their clothes and headed home.

As soon as entered the room, the strong aroma of rice wafted over.

Ming Huai Zhi found that the table and chopsticks had been set up in the rest area, and the whole round table was filled with exquisite dishes.

"Boss Sang invited us to dinner today, you wash your hands and come over to eat." Gu Ci stretched his waist all morning.

"Boss Sang."

Ming Huaizhi repeated it in a voice that he could only hear clearly. When he came to the dining table, he found that about half of the dishes here were relatively light and nutritious sick meals, while the other half were all his favorites.

Now he was more sure of his guess, and raised his lips quietly.

Sang Yu is so kind to him.

Xie Jingsheng kept staring at him: "Seeing that Yan Tang is happy, I can eat meat today."

Ming Huai Zhi's eyes were covered with a layer of embarrassment, she sat down lightly, and after everyone started moving their chopsticks, she sneakily took a photo.

"Boss Sang really pays attention to the dishes. The dishes are basically healthy and nutritious. He must know that we want to be on camera and not eat too salty." Gu Ci was full of praise for this lunch.

Lu Zilin smiled softly: "Indeed."

At this time, Xie Jingsheng inadvertently showed a hint of mockery.In other words, this meal was ordered by Sang Yu, and they might not even look at it if they were someone else.

Ming Huai Zhi did not join their chat, but ate silently with a bowl in his hands.He must eat some of the nutritious meals Sang Yu ordered for him.

While the other guests weren't paying attention, he quietly sent the photo to Sang Yu, along with an emoji of kitten than love.

Sang Yu was socializing with foreign partners at this time, and after seeing Ming Huaizhi's emoji, his expression changed subtly.

Is it so grand now?

In the barrage, the audience chatted enthusiastically.

[Ming Yantang eats deliciously!At first glance, he is a cook!]

[I just went to a certain place to search for Sang Yu, and sure enough, he is a low-key rich father.]

[These dishes look delicious, especially the stewed pork ribs, which makes my mouth water.]

[Tangtang eats like a little squirrel, which is too different from the domineering Highness in TV dramas.]

After the meal, it was the turn of several people to clear the table.Gu Ci gently wiped the corners of his lips: "We still have a lot of time to have dinner together in the future, so let's take turns to clean up."

Lu Zilin glanced at Ming Huaizhi: "Okay."

Gu Ci glanced at Ming Huai Zhi: "Then how about following the order we clocked in today?"

Lu Zilin remembered that Ming Huai Zhi was the first to check in this morning, so he quickly agreed: "Yes."

Soon, the staff pulled out the order of punching cards.

The results showed that Lu Zilin was the first.

Lu Zilin looked at Ming Huai Zhi unexpectedly, although he had great doubts, he didn't ask in the end.

Xie Jingsheng got up: "Then Zilin has worked hard today."

Lu Zilin had no choice but to put on disposable gloves reluctantly.

[I remember that Ming Yantang was the first to arrive today.]

[That's right, is it a shady scene?The program team joined hands with Ming Yantang to bully our Linlin.]

[It's disgusting, Ming Yantang was black all his life.]

[A bunch of brainless fans, but anyone who has followed Ming Yantang's live broadcast this morning knows that there was a malfunction when he clocked in, and he made it up later.]

[Passers-by said that Lu Zilin's fans really lose their favor.]

Now, Ming Huai Zhi and Jing Lan are going to go for a walk.

Lu Zilin looked at the two of them with serious eyes, and suddenly had an idea.

"Brother Tang, I hurt my right finger when I was binding the document just now, so I can't get it wet, can you help me once? Next time it's your turn to clean up, I'll definitely help you."

This passage is very sincere.

In fact, he knew that the other party would definitely not agree, and would even say a few words to him.In this way, he can arrange for his agent to buy the draft. The connotation is that Ming Yantang is ungrateful, eats his braised pork but is unwilling to help him when he is injured.

Jing Lan just wanted to explain the matter of Huai Zhi's injury, but Ming Huai Zhi nodded, turned around and took out a professional medicine box from his work station.

The medicine box looks very heavy, it was brought by Ming Huai Zhi on the first day.He hugged and walked to Lu Zilin's side: "If you are injured, you must disinfect it immediately."

In fact, Ming Huaizhi knew that this person was not getting along with his brother, but the other party bought Dongpo meat for him last time, so it would be clear if he returned the favor this time.

Lu Zilin panicked in an instant: "No, it's just a minor injury."

Minghuai Zhi has already taken out the band-aid and various disinfectants from inside: "You're welcome, come on."

Lu Zilin clenched his right hand: "It's really fine."

Ming Huaizhi looked puzzled: "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I will be very gentle."

"Let Brother Tang disinfect it for you." Jing Lan also chimed in.

With so many cameras pointing at Lu Zilin, Lu Zilin couldn't get off.Helpless, he slowly raised his right hand and waved it in front of Ming Huai Zhi.

"It seems to be all right. I'm allergic to disinfectant so I won't wipe it off." Turning around, he suddenly said, "Wow, there are gloves here. I'll put them on and clean them up."

After speaking, he bowed his head and packed up.

Ming Huaizhi nodded slowly: "Okay."

[Where is Lu Zilin's wound?]

[Good guy, are you almost healed?]

[Suddenly discovered that Lu Zilin plays a lot.]

[emmm, Lu Zilin is a little hard to describe.]

[Who explained that Yan Tang has a bad temper?Isn't that great?]

This episode ended quickly, and today's recording went smoothly, leaving get off work an hour earlier than last time.

When Ming Huaizhi returned home, he found that Sang Yu's car was also at home.He quickened his pace, and the word Sang Yu had already been yelled out of his mouth.

The butler smiled and said, "Mr. Sang is in the bedroom."

Ming Huai Zhi is like a happy little seal, running to the door of Sang Yu's room with strides.

"Sang Yu, Sang Yu, are you there?"

"It's called a soul."

Sang Yu just got out of the shower and came out in her nightgown.

Ming Huaizhi saw Sang Yu's whole body cheered up: "Sang Yu, did you treat us to dinner at noon today?"

"No." Sang Yu stood lazily at the door, water droplets from the bathroom still remained on his collarbone.

"I don't believe it, it must be you." Ming Huaizhi held up a photo of lunch, "It's all what I like to eat."

Sang Yu raised his eyebrows and walked slowly back to the bedroom.

"how is the taste?"

Minghuai Zhi smiled brightly: "The taste is delicious, and it is even more delicious when you give it to me."

"Little sycophant."

Sang Yu had just finished speaking when the phone rang.

It turned out that it was Shang Chen and the others who were drinking in Weilanfang and invited him over to form a game.

After listening to their conversation, Ming Huaizhi asked: "Weilanfang, is this a place to eat?"

Sang Yu said slowly, "The bar."

"Is it fun there?"

"It's fun, it has everything in it."

Ming Huai Zhi's eyes lit up, since he was a child, he has never been to a bar.Even when friends invited him to go to the bar on the night of college graduation, his grandmother firmly refused on the grounds of alcohol allergy.

Sang Yu saw that he was interested, and slowly looked at him: "What? It's been a long time since I tickled my heart?"

Ming Huaizhi raised her head slightly: "Sang Yu, can I go?"

Sang Yu raised her eyebrows and refused: "No, what should I do if I bring you into trouble?"

Ming Huaizhi was a little disappointed, like a little follower, following Sang Yu around the room.

"Sang Yu, I promise I won't cause trouble."

Sang Yu was blowing her hair, looking at Ming Huai Zhi in the mirror, slightly raised her lips: "I don't believe it, you've been pretending to be good to me."

Ming Huai Zhi's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Sang Yu, what kind of person do you like?"

"What kind?" Sang Yu put down the hair dryer, leaned lazily in front of the cabinet, and suddenly had a bad taste: "Me? I like really obedient ones."

Ming Huai Zhi stood in place, digesting these words seriously.

Then he walked over slowly, standing in front of Sang Yu with clear eyes: "Then I will become the person you like, can you take me there?"

Sang Yu suddenly clenched the cabinet behind her with her fingers, and a dark color appeared between her always proud brows.

Ming Huai Zhi raised his head in a daze, and suddenly found a piece of fallen hair hidden between Sang Yu's eyebrows.

He took a small step forward, raised his slender white wrist and tiptoed slightly.

The gilt-like setting sun sprinkled on his body, and the silhouette was as exquisite as a porcelain doll made by the most skilled craftsman.

The moment he touched Sang Yu's skin, he clearly felt the slight shaking of the other's tall body.

"If you have broken hair, don't get it in your eyes."

Ming Huai Zhi smiled at Sang Yu, her amber eyes were as gentle as if they could melt all the ice and snow.

Sang Yu's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty: Today is a beauty trick.