"Are you eating?"
Sitting at the dining table, Chen Fan looked at Wen Wan and asked a question.
Wen Wan casually said: "I didn't feel well this afternoon, so I'll just deal with it for a few days."
"Then eat something with me?"
Wen Wan thought about it, then got up and went to the kitchen to get a bowl of millet porridge.
"Would you like to cook something?"
Chen Fan smiled and asked, "Want some pickles?"
Wen Wan nodded: "Yes. Sister Wei bought a few packs of noodles for cooking a few days ago."
"Then eat pickles."
"Is that okay?"
"There's nothing wrong with this."
Chen Fan smiled and said, "Let me tell you, the best side dish for millet porridge is pickles. Nothing else works."
"When I was a child, my family was poor. My mother would cook rice porridge for me in the morning before going to school. She would always cut some pickled cabbage for me. It was so delicious."
So a big boss with a net worth of over 10 billion and a superstar, the two of them sat at the dining table, eating pickles and drinking rice porridge, with a relaxed look on their faces.
Wen Wan didn't have much of an appetite, but just watching Chen Fan wolfing down his food, she felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
This kind of satisfaction cannot be brought to you by any amount of success in your career.
Her thoughts seemed to go back a few years ago.
At that time, one of them was a university teacher struggling to earn medical expenses for his mother, and the other was a college student who was starting a business and was worried every day.
Occasionally, the two of them would get together for meals.
Thinking about it now, the days that she didn't care about at that time have now become her most precious memories.
Seeing Chen Fan quickly finish the bowl, Wen Wan smiled and reached out her hand.
"Give it to me."
"No, I can do it myself..."
"Give me."
Chen Fan was stunned for a moment, and had to hand over the bowl.
Wen Wan got up and went to the kitchen to get a bowl.
"Thanks."
This time Chen Fan didn't drink so fast.
Picking up a pickle, Chen Fan looked up at Wen Wan.
"Are you tired recently? Are you used to participating in a variety show for the first time?"
Wen Wan chuckled.
"Can you please stop treating me like a child? I am older than you anyway, right?"
"I've been in the entertainment industry for so long, I should have developed this skill a long time ago."
"Don't worry about me all the time."
"To be honest, I think participating in variety shows is quite interesting. It's not as serious as making a movie. It's more like traveling, eating, drinking, having fun and relaxing."
Chen Fan smiled and nodded: "Your mentality is right."
Wen Wan thought for a moment and tried to start a conversation, "It's been almost a year since I finished filming 007. I think..."
"Do you want to take on another drama?"
Chen Fan casually asked, "Is it a good show?"
"There is no shortage of dramas. The company prepared a few for me, and then I picked out three myself."
"I'll take a look later."
"Um."
Seeing Chen Fan finish the second bowl, Wen Wan asked, "Do you want to drink more?"
Chen Fan shook his head: "I've eaten in the hotel before. It's not good to eat too much at night."
Wen Wan then stood up to clean up the dishes.
As a result, Chen Fan stood up and took the bowl and chopsticks from her.
"Give it to me."
"Don't touch cold water when your period comes."
Wen Wan was stunned, and glanced at Chen Fan, her cheeks feeling a little hot.
Chen Fan was washing dishes in the kitchen, while Wen Wan was gently wiping the table.
I secretly glanced at Chen Fan's back in the kitchen.
To be honest, Wenwan felt happier than ever before at this moment.
She is not an ambitious woman.
I have never thought about fighting for myself.
When her mother was still alive, her biggest wish was to make money to treat her mother's illness.
After her mother passed away, her biggest wish was to make enough money to support herself in her old age.
Now, she is famous and wealthy.
She doesn't really care about fame in the entertainment industry.
Just because someone told her that if she won an Oscar, she could retire.
That's why Wen Wan has been so active and persisted until now.
Otherwise, with her gentle temperament, she would have chosen to retire long ago.
Working hard in the entertainment industry, Wen Wan has seen too much of the warmth and coldness of human nature.
The only thing she expected was that Chen Fan would occasionally send her messages to chat.
Every time she finishes chatting with Chen Fan, she will be excited for several days.
Her agent, Sister Wei, once reminded her indirectly.
With her current fame, there is no need for her to make her love so humble.
Let’s not talk about anything else. In recent years, aren’t there many people pursuing her?
Celebrities, wealthy bosses, outstanding young talents...
Many people have expressed their love for her, but Wen Wan has never relented.
There has always been someone living in her heart.
She can't tolerate any man.
The gentle way to treat feelings is not to fight or compete, and let everything come naturally.
Given her current relationship with Chen Fan, she is no longer obsessed with revealing that relationship.
She understood Chen Fan's embarrassment and dilemma.
Therefore, she no longer actively seeks an answer.
As long as I can be with you, I will be satisfied.
Like now, Chen Fan is washing dishes in the kitchen and she is wiping the table in the living room.
The two of them cooperated well like an old married couple.
Often, just one word or one look can make you understand someone's meaning.
She likes this relationship status.
Chen Fan came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands and looking around the house casually.
"How long have you bought this house?"
Wen Wan quickly put away her thoughts.
“I bought it two years ago.”
"How much does it cost?"
"There were probably more than a thousand flowers at that time."
Chen Fan nodded: "Not bad. It's not a loss. You can make some money by reselling it in a few years."
Wen Wan doesn't care whether she makes money or not.
In her opinion, a house is a residence, and the reason she bought the house was that she hoped to find a place to meet Chen Fan in Beijing.
Of course, she would not take the initiative to explain these little thoughts to Chen Fan.
"What are you doing here?"
Chen Fan suddenly asked a little awkwardly.
"What were you doing before I got here?"
Wenwan felt a little embarrassed.
"I'm watching the first episode of Running Man. I was too busy to watch it before."
Chen Fan smiled and said, "Then... shall I watch it with you?"
"OK."
Wen Wan showed joy on her face, and quickly went over to turn on the remote control, then got up to make a cup of tea for Chen Fan and brought it to Chen Fan with both hands.
Then I ran to the kitchen to cut a fruit plate.
Look at this woman busying around.
Chen Fan felt some emotion.
This is the big star Wen Wan.
The dream lover of countless men.
At this moment, she did not have the slightest celebrity airs. Instead, she was like a housewife, busy preparing these things for herself.
As a man, I have no sense of achievement.
That's a lie.
But more of it is touching.
A fruit plate was brought, and Wen Wan even brought an ashtray.
Chen Fan was completely confused.
"You still smoke?"
Wen Wan shook her head.
"How can a family without smoking..."
Chen Fan was suddenly stunned, realizing that he really deserved to die. He shouldn't have asked this question.
The men's slippers when you first entered the door, and the ashtray now.
It was obviously purchased by Wen Wan specifically.
늀 prepared it for 깊 himself.
Or she had bought these things a long time ago, expecting to use them when she came over one day.
But Wen Wan had never expressed these to herself.
Looking at the slightly embarrassed face of the beautiful woman in front of me.
Chen Fan couldn't help but sigh.
"Why do you have to do this?"
Wen Wan came over and sat next to Chen Fan.
She lowered her head, picked up the teapot and poured tea while muttering like a stubborn little girl.
"I am happy to do so."
"It's none of your business!"
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