My daughter is so annoying

"Ah," Guo Xiaoyan said: "Our station thinks this idea is very good. Now I am writing a plan. I am contacting you to ask you for advice on how to proceed."

While feeding Qingqing, Fang Cheng replied: "Then you write out the plan first, and then show me it."

"Ok."

"Oh, by the way, I came up with the idea of ​​this program after all, you'd better add my name to the production list of the program, otherwise the audience in my live broadcast room will find out later, it may bring you bad news Influence."

warm.

It's too warm.

Convenience is well thought out.

Guo Xiaoyan smiled and said: "Well, our director has already negotiated with the station. If there is no accident, we will not only add your name to the program list, but also apply for a sum of money for you."

"It doesn't matter if it's money or not. Let's finish the show first. After all, as soon as I come up with an idea, the audience will be very curious, so the ratings of the show will definitely not be low."

"Well, okay, then I will start writing the plan now."

"OK, bye."

"Bye~"

Hanging up the phone, Fang Cheng threw the phone on the sofa, scooped out half a spoonful of rice and handed it to Qingqing's mouth, he opened his mouth wide and said, "After eating this, there are only two left, open your mouth wide, ah……"

"Ah~"

Go, go, go.

"Papa, who are you calling?"

"An aunt."

"Aunt?"

"Is it Mama's friend?"

"No."

"Then why is she looking for Papa?"

"Auntie asked Papa to talk about work."

"What's Papa's job?"

Two-year-old Qingqing seems to be very curious about everything. As she masters more and more vocabulary, she has more and more questions.

"Papa's job is to take care of Qingqing."

Qingqing blinked her eyes, feeling a little puzzled.

"Okay, finished eating, Qingqing, watch TV, and then Papa will wash your face and go to bed."

"Ah."

Fang Cheng washed the dishes, mopped the floor and wiped the table, and Qingqing lay on Rhubarb's belly and watched TV.

Yang Yueyue just returned to the hotel after recording the show.

Guo Hai sat at home and read various business documents.

Guo Xiaoyan sat on the bed and wrote the plan for "Metamorphosis".

Everyone is busy, has a home, and has something to do.

There is a long way to go in life, and the future can be expected.

……

Chapter 45 Nobility

The maple leaves on the street are all yellow, and when a gust of wind blows, several maple leaves will fall, giving the autumn a yellow color.

A little yellow dog was lying on the threshold, and all the flowers in the flower garden were in bloom. Fang Cheng sat on the wicker chair, watching the proposal sent by Guo Xiaoyan.

The sun is warm and sprinkles in the yard.

Qingqing sat on a children's electric car, circled Fangcheng, and laughed a few times from time to time, adding a bit of vitality to the quiet small yard.

After Fang Cheng read the plan, he edited a large paragraph of revision comments and sent it over.

"Qingqing, is the electric car that Ma Ma sent over fun?"

Qingqing nodded: "It's fun."

"Papa pushes you out to play, okay?"

"it is good"

Fang Cheng shouted to the lazy Da Huang at the door: "Go, get the key."

As soon as Da Huang raised his head, he quickly got up and ran into the living room, took the key on the coffee table in his mouth, and ran to the foot of Fangcheng.

Taking the key from Da Huang's mouth, Fang Cheng pulled the car out of the yard, Da Huang couldn't wait to follow, Fang Cheng pulled in front, Da Huang pretended to push behind, but in fact he didn't use any force at all.

after an hour.

"Qingqing, shall we go back?"

Qingqing pursed her mouth and said coquettishly, "I still want to play, Qingqing still wants to play."

Fang Cheng didn't have the slightest resistance to the coquettish daughter, so he quickly gave in and said: "Okay, okay, then let's play for a while."

After running back and forth three times on the street outside, it was not until noon that Fang Cheng took Qingqing home.

While eating, Fang Cheng suddenly remembered something, took out his mobile phone and sent a voice message to Yang Yueyue: "The Mid-Autumn Festival will be in two days, do you want to go home?"

Thousands of miles above the sky, Yang Yueyue, who had been busy for two months without a break, was sleeping in the business class seat.

……

Mango TV headquarters.

Guo Xiaoyan went back and forth to read the revised comments sent by Fang Cheng three times. After reading it, she only felt that her work experience in these years was useless.

Compared with the revised opinions written by Fang Cheng, the plan written by myself is really not as good as shit.

Your Excellency!