Entertainment: God-level nanny

the next day.

Su Yiming got up late, and He Miao also got up late.

There was nothing they could do, yesterday they had a late night snack from 11:1 pm to around am.

When I got home, it was already around 2 o'clock in the evening.

Although He Miao had already slept in the car, she still had a serious lack of sleep.

So when the father and daughter opened their eyes, it was already 10: the next morning.

"broken."

I grabbed my phone and took a look. I saw 8 missed calls, all of which were from Wang Tingting.

Looking at He Miao, who was sleeping like a piglet next to him, Su Yiming raised his hand to cover his face.

It’s already this time, don’t even think about the morning class at Fanhai Kindergarten.

I'd better think carefully about whether to go in the afternoon.

Shaking his head, Su Yiming gently patted He Miao's face and said, "Baby, get up, get up soon!"

"Well."

He Miao turned over and murmured: "Dad, I'm so sleepy, please let me sleep for a while!"

"Why don't you sleep? It's already 10:."

Su Yiming said helplessly: "You, Teacher Wang, have called me eight times, why don't you get up quickly?"

"Oh me……"

He Miao responded subconsciously, suddenly sat up and asked with her messy hair: "Dad, what time did you say?"

"10:."

Su Yiming said helplessly: "Look, the sun outside has already basked your butt."

While talking, Su Yiming pressed the switch on the bedside, and the blackout curtains inside slowly opened to both sides.

Swish!

In an instant, extremely bright and warm sunlight shone straight in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and gauze curtains.

He Miao raised her little hand to cover her eyes, squinted her eyes and complained: "Dad, why didn't you call me? I'm already late!"

I want to call you, but I have to come, right?

Su Yiming muttered something in his heart, but said, "Isn't Dad afraid that you won't get enough sleep?"

No, I must maintain my father’s majesty!

Su Yiming lied to his daughter shamefully.

"Then why did you wake me up now?"

He Miao pouted and said anxiously: "It's so late. If I go now, my classmates will definitely laugh at me."

"Okay, okay, He Miao."

Seeing his daughter looking like she was about to cry, Su Yiming quickly coaxed: "It's already so late today, let's not go to the kindergarten.

I'll call your teacher Wang later and ask for leave. I'll go to the kindergarten again tomorrow, okay? "

"Isn't that lying?"

He Miao's eyes were red and she said, "Dad, didn't you tell me that you have to be honest?"

"Uh……"

Su Yiming was startled for a moment, and then said seriously: "We are not lying, there is indeed something going on today.

You have to go to the studio with your father in the afternoon, and your father will introduce you to all the uncles and aunties. "

"But……"

He Miao still wanted to say something, but Su Yiming had already interrupted her: "Okay, get up quickly. Dad will make breakfast for you now."

"OK then."

He Miao frowned and began to dress herself.

In fact, she was thinking in her little mind, didn't she already know all those uncles and aunts?

Why are you introducing me?

Su Yiming didn't care what He Miao was thinking.

He took his cell phone to the living room, called Wang Tingting and asked for a leave for He Miao.

As soon as I put down my phone, a WeChat call came through.

Jingle Bell!

Su Yiming raised his phone and glanced at the caller ID, then answered it with a smile: "Hello, Xiaofeng."

"Mr. Su, you didn't come to the studio today?"

Ding Xiaofeng's voice came from the phone, "I went to your office and knocked on the door, but no one answered."

"Yes, I had something to do today, so I didn't go."

Su Yiming replied: "What, is something wrong?"

"Mr. Su, the audio and simplified and traditional Chinese publishing of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" has been signed."

Ding Xiaofeng quickly said: "The audio recording may have to wait a while before it can be released online, but the simplified and traditional Chinese publishing side has already started printing."

"Huh? So fast?"

Su Yiming originally thought that publishing in simplified and traditional Chinese would have to wait, but he didn't expect that printing would start so soon.

"Yes, Shimmer Publishing House is in a hurry."

Ding Xiaofeng replied: "They mailed two sets of sample books before. Mr. Su, didn't you say that I would make the final decision?

So I made some suggestions and asked them to modify the book cover.

I have the new sample book here, and I wanted to send it to you this morning..."

"It's okay, just leave it at your place."

Su Yiming interrupted Ding Xiaofeng and said, "It's okay if you think it's okay. Since I've given the copyright to you, I absolutely trust you."

"Thank you."

No matter how many times he heard these words, Ding Xiaofeng felt warm in his heart. He continued:

"Weiguang Publishing House plans to hold a book signing at the Longxia National Library on the first day the works go on sale. Mr. Su, do you think you have time?"

"When are they going to go on sale?"

Su Yiming asked: "It should be on Saturday and Sunday, right?"

"May 3th."

Ding Xiaofeng said quickly: "It's next week."

"Have time."

Su Yiming opened the calendar and took a look at the time, and said: "But you have to tell them in advance that it is best to prepare more security forces to avoid any accidents."

Not to mention anything else, just throw out Su Yiming's identity as a singer and author. With a little publicity, I'm afraid countless fans will come to Beijing from all over the country.

By then, the entire library will be packed with fans. What kind of autograph session will be held?

"Okay, I'll remind them."

Ding Xiaofeng obviously thought of this and couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, I'll go to the studio in the afternoon."

Su Yiming smiled and said, "If anything happens, let's meet in the afternoon and talk."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Su, there is one more important thing."

On the other end of the phone, Ding Xiaofeng rushed to say: "Excellence Culture Media called and asked if there is any possibility of reconciliation between you and Shen Daqian?"

Afraid that Su Yiming didn't know what Excelle Culture did, Ding Xiaofeng added:

"Aiyue Culture Media is Shen Daqian's company and is responsible for the copyright operation of his works."

Reconcile with Shen Daqian?

Hearing Ding Xiaofeng's words, Su Yiming was stunned for a while.

He admits that he has never been a person who repays evil with kindness, and his true portrayal is that he must retaliate for his evil deeds.

This Shen Daqian blackmailed him for no reason, and he had already put him on the blacklist.

As for the so-called gambling?

Is there any suspense left?

If he thought he could win, why bother asking himself quietly if he could reconcile?

Thinking of this, Su Yiming suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, Xiaofeng, don't you think the other party is joking?"

Ding Xiaofeng felt helpless. Did he not know that this matter was impossible?

But since the other party asked, then I have to ask the boss’s opinion on this matter.

He said: "Mr. Su, of course I think it's impossible, but I still have to ask you."

"No way, absolutely impossible."

Su Yiming said categorically: "Xiao Feng, this matter is over here, you don't need to reply to them.

Also, arrange for people to check all companies and industries related to Shen Daqian and put them all on the blacklist. "

"The Alphabet Chinese website..."

Ding Xiaofeng reacted mid-sentence, "I understand, I'll make arrangements now."

"Well, hung up."

Su Yiming replied and hung up the phone.

Shen Daqian, the idea is quite beautiful.

Now that I know I'm afraid, why did I go there so early?