Entertainment: God-level nanny

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Hearing his father's words, He Miao sniffed again.

Only then did she remember that Grandma Song would come to Uncle Fat Qing's house today, and she would have to go find Grandma Song later!

"I, I didn't cry!"

He Miao raised her little hand and rubbed her eyes, forcing the red eye sockets back.

Then he looked at his father and asked carefully: "After seeing the doctor, will your nose stop running?"

"That's for sure!"

Su Yiming nodded solemnly, "When you come back, maybe your Grandma Song will already be here, and then you can play together..."

Ding dong, ding dong!

Just as Su Yiming was talking about this, the doorbell rang.

Usually, He Miao was the first one to run to open the door, but this time she did not run to open the door.

Because she thought Grandma Song might have arrived, Uncle Fat Qing came up to call her.

She didn't want Grandma Song to see her ugly appearance.

He watched He Miao obediently stand on the small stool and began to brush his teeth with an electric toothbrush.

Su Yiming shook his head helplessly and walked towards the door.

"Yiming, what's wrong with you?"

The door opened, and it turned out to be Jiang Changqing standing at the door. He said, "If you don't get a reply after I sent you a WeChat message, I'll call you and turn off the phone.

I thought something happened to you? "

While talking, Jiang Changqing walked in minding his own business.

"Hey, I answered so many calls at the hotel yesterday that my phone has long since run out of battery."

Su Yiming closed the door and said, "When I came back, I charged it directly and didn't turn it on."

"I said so."

Jiang Changqing nodded and said: "Where are the seedlings? Haven't you gotten up yet? My mother is already here!"

Jiang Changqing usually does not live with his parents. His mother, Song Hongmin, will come to stay here for two or three days from time to time.

In addition to seeing how my son is doing, I also miss He Miao.

"I'm washing up in the bathroom."

Su Yiming pointed to the bathroom and said, "I'll take her today. She has a cold. I'm going to take her to the hospital for a checkup."

"cold?"

A look of concern immediately appeared on Jiang Changqing's face, and he said, "Why did you catch a cold? Is it serious? I'll drive now and let's go to the Children's Hospital together."

"It must have snowed and melted in the past two days. The temperature has changed too much, so I caught a cold."

Su Yiming said: "It's okay, I will take her there later. You can stay at home with Aunt Song."

"Don't you have something else to do this morning?"

Jiang Changqing said: "Don't worry, we are here with Hemiao. You hurry up and clean up Hemiao. I'll go and warm up the car now."

You can just bring the seedlings down after a while. "

"Hey, no..."

Su Yiming wanted to say something, but Jiang Changqing had already left the door.

"Dad, who was that just now?"

After washing, He Miao happened to come out of the bathroom at this time, "Is it Uncle Fat Qing?"

"Ah."

Su Yiming nodded and said: "Your Fat Uncle Qing said that he and Grandma Song will take you to the hospital in a while. Come on, daddy will help you get dressed."

"Ah? Grandma Song is going too!"

He Miao's eyes were a little panicked, "Dad, can the two of us go instead of Grandma Song and Uncle Fat Qing..."

"Go, why don't you let grandma go?"

Before He Miao finished speaking, a middle-aged woman wearing a dark blue down jacket with short hair and an appearance somewhat similar to Jiang Changqing walked over from the door.

Hey, Jiang Changqing’s love is not closed!

"Aunt Song!"

Su Yiming greeted the visitor, "Why are you here?"

"Why, I can't come to your place?"

Song Hongmin glared at Su Yiming angrily, then squatted in front of He Miao, touched He Miao's little face distressedly, and said:

"How did you take care of He Miao? Why did you let her catch a cold? He Miao, are you feeling uncomfortable? Tell grandma?"

"Grandma, I don't feel bad."

He Miao shook her head, then looked at her father and said, "Dad is very kind to me. It's me who has to go outside to play. It has nothing to do with dad."

"Suck!"

As he spoke, He Miao sniffed.

At this moment, Su Yiming's eyes were red, and his heart was warmed by the seedlings!

They say that a daughter is her father’s little cotton-padded jacket. This is not a little cotton-padded jacket. This is simply a small heater!

"It's not uncomfortable, but my nose is runny!"

Song Hongmin quickly took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped He Miao's nose while saying:

"Yiming, Changqing told me that you have something else to do in the morning, right? You go and do your work, and the seedlings will be left to us!"

"Aunt Song, why can I trouble you?"

Su Yiming wiped the tears that quietly overflowed from the corner of his eyes, and said quickly: "I can just take her there. I can do that in the afternoon."

"Listen to Auntie, go and do your work."

Song Hongmin shook his head and said: "Hemiao can call us anytime, okay?"

"father!"

He Miao looked at Grandma Song, then at her father, and suddenly said, "You don't have to worry about me, I just need to be with Grandma and the others."

While saying this, He Miao grinned.

This little girl is so sensible that it makes people feel bad!

At this moment, Su Yiming knew that compared with her daughter, everything else was trivial.

"Aunt Song, let's go together."

Before Song Hongmin could refuse, Su Yiming walked into the cloakroom and gave He Miao the clothes he wanted to change into, saying:

"I won't leave until Hemiao has finished reading it and nothing happens, otherwise I won't be at ease."

"you……"

Song Hongmin shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's change clothes."

……

When going to the Children's Hospital, Su Yiming did not drive, but took Song Hongmin's car.

The Jiang family's company is a large listed group, and Lao Jiang has prepared a special car and full-time driver for his wife Song Hongmin.

Buffett's business car.

Song Hongmin and He Miao sat in the middle seat, while Su Yiming and Jiang Changqing sat in the last row.

Taking advantage of the time in the car, Su Yiming first turned on his fully charged mobile phone and prepared to send a text message to Liu Yiyi to make an appointment to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau in the afternoon.

As soon as I opened it, text messages and WeChat messages started flashing continuously.

For a while.

The sounds of tinkling bells and tinkling bells rang out alternately.

Looking at Su Yiming's mobile phone, Jiang Changqing said in surprise: "Let me go, have you stabbed the WeChat nest?"

"Then who knows?"

Su Yiming shrugged and subconsciously glanced at the two icons on his phone.

Good guy!

One shows 56 items and the other shows 59 items!

The text messages all came from unknown numbers. They were either the general manager of this entertainment company or the president of that media group.

There are even a few A-list celebrity studio managers.

What they want to express is very simple and can be roughly divided into two parts:

First, I want to get to know Su Yiming and arrange a place to chat;

The second is to directly express his intention to sign Su Yiming as his artist.

Su Yiming's way of dealing with these text messages was...not to deal with them.

If you really want to sign him, you will definitely call him again. There is no need to waste time and text them back.

As for WeChat.

Except for three, all others are requests to add friends.

Jiudong: Dear, the paper contract has been sent, please check it.

Zhao Wenfeng: Mr. Su, if you post three songs in a row, you are sure to win on this bet?

Director Si Jian: Mr. Su, the company’s top management has approved the decision to establish a studio with you. When is it convenient for you, can we talk about the specific details?

Ignoring the two WeChat messages above, Su Yiming pointed to the phone screen and said, "This Dong Sijian knows how to seize the opportunity."

"The one from Penguin Media?"

Jiang Changqing came over to take a look and said, "He must have seen your value, otherwise he wouldn't have been in disbelief.

What are you going to do? "

"What can be done?"

Su Yiming smiled and said: "They can all agree on the most important 5% shareholding rate. Are the other issues still a problem?"

"So you plan to sign?" Jiang Changqing asked.

"If nothing else happens, I should sign it."

Su Yiming nodded and said, "Let's see if they can agree on some details by then."