As Chen Tianqiao spoke, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Pei Zhuxuan and asked with concern.

The latter was stunned for a moment and then agreed.

"The vice president asked me once before, the ordinary employee who works in Daegu."

"Have he asked you too?"

Chen Tianqiao was surprised, then nodded with satisfaction.

"Good, that means it's going well, and he did accept my advice."

Pei Zhuxuan looked at Chen Tianqiao curiously, with a clear concern in her expression.

Seeing this, Chen Tianqiao immediately said.

"I told him that his personality needs a diplomat who can help him connect with society. I think..."

Chen Tianqiao was about to say that I think you are quite suitable, but he still held back after thinking about it, and then looked at Pei Zhuxuan and asked.

"He told me yesterday that he went out to play with you, what have you played? Did you have any special interaction?"

Pei Zhuxuan thought about it carefully, then shook her head and said.

"No, I only asked the question I just did during the chat, and then could I not be an idol or something. I said it won't work for the time being..."

Chen Tianqiao thought for a while and then spoke.

"It doesn't matter if you are a profession. He must respect you. He probably is worried about some fan behavior. He hates the kind of person who knows it is wrong and wants to try it. Maybe it's an early risk avoidance test, right?"

Pei Zhuxuan pouted and continued.

"There is nothing else. I went to the game hall later, played games casually, and then went home. He also told me to find him again after a while and let me calm down."

"Don't listen to him."

Chen Tianqiao immediately said, with a very affirmative expression.

"He is a very soft-hearted person. In fact, he will be very cold and not give any affection in the face of that important thing. But for such... more casual things, his tolerance will be very high

, as long as you don't poke any points he hates."

Pei Zhuxuan nodded silently, thought for two seconds, and then asked.

"So, what's there, can it be a way to get in touch with him that doesn't make him so easily?"

Chen Tianqiao thought for a while, then raised his hand, pointed his finger and said.

"Teach him help and pull him out to play during his rest day."

"help……"

Pei Zhuxuan was a little confused about the scope of help.

Chen Tianqiao also thought about it and then gave an example.

"A lot of things are good, and the more difficult it is, the more he likes it. You can deliberately throw something and ask him to find it, or secretly give him a vacation to the agent, call him and say that the agent has something to ask him to pick you up..."

"Will all these agree?"

Bae Joo-hyun was a little suspicious.

"Oh! Of course!"

Chen Tianqiao agreed affirmatively.

"I know my son."

“Ah~”

Pei Zhuxuan nodded understandingly, and Chen Tianqiao in front of him suddenly warned.

"Oh, if you use these tricks, you must not reveal that I taught you, and he doesn't like that kind of deliberate thing."

"Understood."

Pei Zhuxuan nodded immediately.

Chen Tianqiao showed a satisfied expression and continued.

"He usually stays at home on holidays, and occasionally goes out for a walk, and the only entertainment may be to watch movies. In fact, he still needs someone to come to him for fun, especially his friends now have girlfriends.

If you look for him, he may refuse the previous few times, but he will definitely agree later."

"OK."

Bae Joo-hyun agreed again.

Chen Tianqiao thought about it again, then suddenly realized something, immediately raised his hand and pointed to the salad in front of him.

"Oh, eat, just chat."

"Ah, OK..."

The girl quickly agreed, then picked up a fork and poked half a small tomato.

"By the way, does he have anything to eat?"

"He doesn't seem to like anything he particularly likes, only things he can't eat."

"Ah, I understand, what about the color..."

“…”

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In the evening in Seoul, a black sports car drove back to Forest Square.

Chen Gewei got off work normally and walked into his apartment when the sky was barely turning black.

In the living room, Chen Tianqiao began to fiddle with his clothes again. Chen Gewei stood in the entrance hall and glanced at it. He should be making some kind of women's clothing.

"Oh, I'm back."

Chen Tianqiao quickly turned his head to look at his son, then continued to work on his professional work.

Chen Gewei agreed briefly, but the voice did not reach his father's ears.

After taking off his shoes, Chen Gewei turned around and walked a few steps towards the living room, then approached the coffee table, looked at his father and asked.

"You're going to your apprentice studio again today?"

"Oh, go and help solve some problems."

Chen Tianqiao nodded casually and agreed.

"Is this clothes they are also making? Or have you met someone again?"

Chen Gewei raised his hand and pointed to the fabric on the dummy model's body and asked plainly.

Chen Tianqiao turned his head and looked at his son, and answered naturally.

"This is my own brand of clothes. Allen and I have an agreement. We have to make a few clothes every once in a while."

"All right."

Chen Gewei agreed, lowered his head and said nothing.

He turned to the kitchen and was about to pour himself a glass of orange juice.

At this time, Chen Tianqiao continued to ask.

"Is the movie you mentioned last time still going on?"

Chen Tianqiao asked while listening carefully, ready to react at any time. No matter how he looked at the expression on his face, he looked premeditated.

Chen Gewei opened the refrigerator door and said lightly.

"I was in the air. I originally planned to take you there on the weekend, but things have been delayed. I'll wait for this weekend, and I probably haven't left the theater yet."

Chen Tianqiao nodded with satisfaction and then said.

"Who are you going to call to go with me, Yin Xiangyu and the others?"

"oh."

Chen Gewei agreed, then walked slowly towards his father with a drink cup.

"I'll ask Yin Xiangyu a while, and then... see if the previous friends are going."

"Is it company?"

Chen Tianqiao slowly put down his work, and the clothes and scissors he was holding were also hanging down.

"Well, there are no one else."

Chen Gewei agreed calmly.

Chen Tianqiao looked at Chen Gewei, paused slightly, then lowered his head slightly, and said casually.

"I met Irene in the studio today and talked to her for a few words."

Chen Gewei drank orange juice, his eyes slightly shifted, and fell on his father, waiting for his next sentence.
To be continued...