She got a good job and made money by chatting with the president every day. What does she want?

When the boss rushed into the dressing room, Xiao Wen was studying the bride's makeup online, and slapped him in a hurry. His face was covered with powder puff.

Tissue rubbed wildly on her face. Before Xiao Wen knew the situation, she was dragged downstairs by her boss.

There is a circle of people sitting around the studio hall. The man in the middle is wearing a plaid trench coat, his head is waxed and combed meticulously, and there is a polishing board standing next to him, which is obviously the protagonist.

With several people serving tea, she can infer that this person must be a big shot.

Xiao Wen is a comedian in the studio and occasionally works as a part-time makeup artist. Most of the time, she deals with children, guides them to look at the camera and tries to make them laugh.

Like Liao Yu 'an, she has a stiff smile and looks like an adult with clay sculpture and wood carving at that station. It's really the first time for her to see you again.

The photographer looked at him awkwardly, and the latter was fidgety and impatiently pulling the bow tie.

The boss is the best at reading people's minds. When his eyes rolled, he pulled Xiao Wen forward. "Slow work makes fine work, so we are in no hurry." He pushed her to Liao Yu 'an again. "This is our comedian. I think you are nervous about the camera. Let her talk to you? "

Liao Yuwen gave her a look.

Xiao Wen tried to squeeze out a smile that he thought was very friendly.

Just now, when she tried on makeup, she only wore half of her face, and her false eyelashes were not properly attached. She won't fall, her lips are white.

Liao Yu 'an swept away in a hurry, and his eyelids jumped in surprise. The girl's makeup is quite strange, and there is no place to fall on her whole face.

Xiao Wen has never worked hard at work, so he studied stand-up comedy for a while, but he always faces a group of children, which is useless.

Now that I have caught Liao Yu 'an, I can't wait to empty my stomach.

She talked in Kan Kan, but when she turned around, she saw the listener holding his head in one hand and lacking in interest.

Xiao Wen felt cold and carefully explored, "Isn't it funny?"

Liao Yu 'an woke up and made a careless eye. "Nothing, it's my own reason."

When shooting started again, she tried her best, and everyone on the set laughed. Liao Yu 'an hardly relaxed and enjoyed a few smiles.

The photographer quickly captured it, packed it with photos taken all day and sent it to the film selector.

Xiao Wen also collapsed on the sofa with relief until Liao Yu's assistant came back.

The assistant said hello to her and handed me a business card. "Teacher Liao thinks that your language talent is very good, your smile can infect people, and your personality is cheerful. Chatting with you is very comfortable ... "

Xiao Wen was praised by him. "What are you trying to say?"

"Can you talk to me for a while?"

Seeing her look change, the little assistant got the message and quickly explained: "It's just a pure online chat, which is similar to your current job. The salary is up to you."

Xiao Wen holding a business card, looked him up and down, really there will be such a good thing?

She is still hesitating. The assistant took out his mobile phone directly, turned on the search engine, entered Liao Yu 'an's name in front of her, and soon a picture popped up.

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Xiao Wen brushed Liao Yu 'an's encyclopedia, only to find that this man who looks like a business elite is actually a famous restaurant chef.

I resigned and went abroad a year ago, but now I'm back, which is still a hot potato for major restaurants. The reason why he will appear in the studio is to promote taking pictures.

Xiao Wen hasn't let go yet, and the little assistant continues to persuade: "In addition to the basic salary, there are membership cards and vouchers for several restaurants in the city center ..."

He shook his cell phone. The food in the photo is attractive in color, and Xiao Wen's eyes are shining. "Deal."

In this way, only by meeting and chatting for the first time, Xiao Wen got a temporary contract and jumped from a comedian to a chat partner of Liao Yu. The time in the middle passed so fast that people were really caught off guard.

After adding Liao Yu 'an's WeChat, his head lay quietly on the list for several days. Xiao Wen was glad that he didn't take the initiative to find himself.

In the evening, after washing, she is ready to go to bed. Just lying in bed, the voice of the voice phone suddenly sounded.

Xiao Wen hurried to answer the phone, accidentally pressed the wrong key, and cut off the phone into a video call. His face was clearly enlarged on the mobile phone screen, and his expression was very surprised.

Liao Yu 'an just shook his head slightly and soon became as calm as ever.

I am most afraid that the air will suddenly calm down.

Xiao Wen stayed where he was until Liao Yu 'an gently coughed to break the deadlock.

No response.

After a pause for a few seconds, he continued, "I had a bad day." I can't sleep. I want to talk to someone. "

Xiao Wen nodded and muttered: The life of the stars holding the moon is still not smooth, so what kind of life do we ordinary people lead?

She still didn't make any noise. Liao Yu 'an glanced at the camera coldly, and Xiao Wen woke up from a rude awakening. Didn't this man hire her because she likes her eloquence and wants to have fun?

The employer is taller than the sky.

After the reaction, her mind turned quickly. The highest state of a comedian is that she can still satisfy herself even if she doesn't get a response.

But Liao Yu 'an, like a wooden head, didn't change the radian of her mouth, and still hurt her very much.

Xiao Wen almost used what he had learned all his life, but people at the other end of the screen refused to enjoy a smiling face.

I feel sleepy after all this trouble. She put her mobile phone aside, took a pear from the fruit bowl, chewed it for the camera and continued telling jokes.

Liao Yu 'an hesitated several times, and finally spoke with a strange expression. "Is it sweet?"

"Sweet, there is a lot of juice. You can try it another day ..."

Her words haven't say that finish, Liao Yu' an look a fiercely, quickly hangs up the phone.

Xiao Wen was at a loss about the dark mobile phone screen. Why is he suddenly unhappy?

The temper came for no reason.

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Xiao Wen thinks Liao Yu is strange and moody, and likes to call her in the dead of night.

Most of the time, he talks to himself normally, and occasionally he doesn't know which sentence touches the balance. Reading his face is faster than turning pages.

When he followed the photographer to shoot Liao Yu 'an's location, Xiao Wen couldn't help pulling his little assistant to the corner and lowering his voice. He asked politely, "Is Mr. Liao stimulated? What's the problem?"

Little assistant puzzled, Xiao Wen pointed to the head.

"What are you talking about? Teacher Liao is just under too much pressure recently and has nowhere to solve it. "

Then he should go to a psychiatrist instead of wasting time and money on one of my comedians. Xiao Wen muttered in his heart, but he was afraid to say it.

Take people's money and do things for them. Liao Yu 'an is also her half boss. Where is the boss's business?

Perhaps, if this person has something to hide, he can't make it public. He doesn't want to tell the psychiatrist that he wants to relieve his depression, so he can only come to her.

Such a thought, Xiao Wen Liao Yu 'an's eyes became different.

Liao Yu' an naturally felt it himself. I usually chat with Xiao Wen in the evening. At first, I mistakenly thought it was a video call, and then I switched back to a voice call. I'm not used to it, so I just made a mistake.

Xiao Wen will put her hair down before going to bed, and nightlight at the head of the bed shines with warm orange light, which makes her eyebrows gentle, her voice soft and waxy, and it also makes people feel happy.

Liao Yu Ann and Xiao Wen don't have much communication during the day. She tied a neat high ponytail, tied a bow in her shirt and dress, and looked at him with her head propped up, with a hint of sympathy in her eyes?

The location of the scene is a rented homestay with fruits and vegetables. Photographers are familiar with Xiao Wen, and during her break, she has been encouraging her to choose some fresh fruits for salad.

The bottles and jars in the kitchen are arranged neatly. For the sake of beauty, they are all the same opaque plastic soft bottles. Xiao Wen didn't pay attention, took white vinegar as salad, squeezed it hard, and directly squeezed out half a bottle, so he had to find the ingredients again.

When she walked into the kitchen again, she saw the photographer holding a plate and warmly greeting Liao Yu 'an. Before she could make any noise to stop it, Liao Yu 'an had naturally put a piece of fruit in her mouth.

Xiao Wen hid behind the door, covered her face and looked carefully through her fingers.

As expected, the ending was not difficult. Liao Yu 'an chewed as usual, as if it were not sour at all. It's strange, isn't the chef always picky about food? Why didn't he respond?

The photographer is holding a fruit bowl. "Is it delicious?"

He forked another apple. "Not bad."

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Seeing the little assistant again, Xiao Wen couldn't restrain his curiosity and secretly asked him: "Does Mr. Liao like to eat very sour things?"

The little assistant doesn't know why she asked this question, but it's not personal. She thought about it and answered truthfully: "The teacher's teeth are not very good, and the taste is particularly weak."

Xiao Wen is more confused.

Liao Yu 'an is now the boss of the studio, and the customer is God. It is ok to feel sorry for the photographer and her feelings, but it is not necessary.

At lunch, Xiao Wen looked at him casually. As the clerk said, Liao Yu 'an really has a light taste. Everyone eats a lot of fish and meat, and doesn't touch other dishes except a bowl of rice porridge in front of him.

Xiao Wen doesn't like oily food, but he doesn't like porridge without sugar, so he craned his neck to ask Liao Yu 'an if porridge is sweet.

Her original intention was to ask if there was any sugar in the porridge, and if it was sweet enough, she would serve another bowl. However, Liao Yu 'an's figure froze. A few seconds later, under her gaze, she scooped another spoonful, patted it twice and spoke slowly. "Not bad."

Not bad? This answer is really ambiguous, but Xiao Wen has no courage to ask the second time, because Liao Yu 'an answered her question, and the whole body pressure suddenly dropped, and her eyes were on. Xiao Wen felt that in a few seconds, he could be poked by his own eyes.

The restaurant couldn't stay any longer. She wiped her mouth and ran to the kitchen. The owner of the homestay was too busy to open her hand, so she let her fill the porridge herself.

The porridge is cooked thick, the lid is lifted, and the rice smells fragrant. Xiao Wen couldn't wait to take a sip, and the spoon stopped in mid-air. Why is it tasteless?

She said to herself, "not sweet" fell into the boss's ear. The latter turned around, took the spoon from her hand and skimmed the porridge oil from the pot. "Of course it's not sweet without sugar."

Xiao Wen raised his arm and froze in mid-air. She suddenly remembered Liao Yu 'an's hesitation in answering, and a bad guess gradually formed in her mind.

Perhaps, he is not perfunctory, but simply can't tell the difference between these flavors.

After work in the evening, the little assistant and the photographer discuss the shooting. Liao Yu 'an sat on the sofa, and there was no one else around.

Xiao Wen walked up to him nervously, looked around, and after making sure no one was paying attention here, he asked him in a low voice, "Mr. Liao, is your taste a little abnormal recently?"

Liao Yu 'an's look is very complicated, and Xiao Wen's palm oozes a thin layer of sweat.

She really didn't mean to offend. Nobody touched the fruit salad today except Liao Yu 'an. She went to see the ingredients list and found that the concentration was not small.

If her guess is correct and Liao Yu 'an can't tell the taste, then he will definitely have a stomachache and can't sleep at night if he eats so much on an empty stomach.

Xiao Wen on tenterhooks straight drums, the next second, Liao Yu' an got up, buckle her wrist, and went straight to a guest room a few steps away, closed the door and locked it. (Novel title: "Never Eat", author: There is a dragonfly. From: read some stories every day and watch more exciting content)