The four-year-old cute baby of the actor's family

On the set, Ton Ton waited for Zhou Wen'an who rushed over in the afternoon.

Although he was happy, he could tell that Zhou Wen'an seemed to be busy, and kept typing in the lounge after turning on the computer.

After the scene ended, Tonton was carried into the waiting room by Liang Sihan.

Both of them heard Zhou Wen'an's voice behind the door.

"Xiao Wang, that's not what I said. The manuscripts I gave you are all certain. Why is it wrong for you to give to Mr. Li? I'm not going to ask for responsibility, but I'm here to ask the reason."

After a few seconds, it was still Zhou Wen'an's voice, with a hint of helplessness, "Okay then, you are busy first. We will communicate later."

Ton Ton put his arm on Liang Sihan's shoulder, puffed his cheeks, and said softly, "Uncle, let's not go in for now, okay? Let Dad stay alone for a while."

Liang Sihan was extremely surprised by this child's emotional sensitivity.

However, he also had this intention, just as he turned around holding the child, he heard the door open.

Zhou Wen'an said with a relaxed smile as if nothing had happened: "Hey, are you finished? Mr. Liang, come in and rest quickly, this place has become a place for me alone."

He reached out to hug Ton Ton.

Ton Ton leaned over obediently, and said obediently, "Dad, I can walk by myself. I seem to have grown up a little recently and gained weight."

"It's not heavy." Zhou Wen'an wanted to hug his son, hanging heavily on his body, feeling at ease.

Ton Ton was obediently carried in by him, sat on his lap, looked at the manuscript and laptop on the coffee table, and asked childishly, "Dad, are you very busy today?"

Liang Sihan, who was drinking water at the side, also realized that this issue was very important.

The point is, he stopped drinking water immediately.

Zhou Wen'an pretended to be relaxed and said: "No, I'm not particularly busy. What's the matter? What do you want to do? Do you want Dad to hold you to watch cartoons at night? Or where do you want to go?"

Truly personal.

Ton Ton did not escape Zhou Wen'an's eyes, leaned his upper body on his shoulder, and said coquettishly: "I want to go to the amusement park with my uncle, at night. Uncle said that he can make the amusement park open at night, then You can take the Ferris wheel to the sky and touch the moon."

Zhou Wen'an suddenly realized, and pinched the bridge of his little nose: "Okay."

After glancing at the manuscript, he asked in a low voice, "Then let uncle take you there, will dad not go?"

"That's it." Ton Ton immediately said, "Dad won't go, so I'll stay with Dad at home." He turned his head and said to the tall man standing beside him, "Uncle, we won't go to the amusement park today, next time How about going?"

He didn't want to leave Dad alone at home.

And he wanted to be with his dad more than the amusement park.

Liang Sihan, who had been waiting for a long time, frowned slightly, and said calmly, "Okay. Next time."

Zhou Wen'an squeezed tons of small hands: "You can't let uncle take you here and there, uncle is also very busy, you know?"

Ton Ton tooted his mouth, obediently responded: "Oh."

"I was the one who took him there." Liang Sihan sat aside, "It has nothing to do with Ton Ton."

"No, I'm going, it has nothing to do with uncle!" Tonton actually forgot who mentioned it first, but instinctively defended him, "Dad, I won't go, I will accompany you to work at home."

He sticks out his tongue and makes a face.

"Okay." Zhou Wenan bent down and touched his forehead with him.

Ton Ton quickly kissed the "little sesame" on his face.

Liang Sihan thought: This little boy doesn't know who is comforting whom.

At this time, Zhou Wen'an's mobile phone rang, and he got up to answer the phone.

Tonton knelt on the sofa, holding his chin like a little adult, quietly watching his father's back.

It's just that Zhou Wen'an opened the door and went out after saying a few words.

"dad--"

Just as Ton Ton was about to speak, Liang Sihan said, "Let him go, he won't go far."

"Oh." Ton Ton just didn't want Dad to be out of sight.

Liang Sihan sat next to Tonton, picked up the script on the table and glanced at it.

"Runaway Bride".

Liang Sihan thought, Wang Shou was right, the names of the current Internet idol dramas are really straightforward.

At the beginning of the first episode, the bride slapped the male protagonist in the church, denounced the other party's scumbag behavior, and then escaped from the divorce banquet scene with the support of her best friend.

Ton Ton leaned over and stared curiously at the thin and dense words: "Uncle, can you tell me what it is written in? Dad always said that it is not suitable for children to watch, not like cartoons."

Liang Sihan quickly closed the script with no expression on his face: "You must listen to your father."

"Yeah!" Tonton nodded, and looked at the door with puzzled eyes, "Why doesn't Dad come in?"

However, Liang Sihan noticed that there were messages popping up in the lower right corner of the laptop screen.

"Wen An, Xiao Wang must have deliberately messed up your script."

"You forgot that you pointed out the logical problem of Xiao Wang's notebook during the meeting last time. He has been upset with you for a long time."

"Recently, Mr. Li has also been coaxed by him. You should be careful, he is not a fuel-efficient lamp."

Messages flashed one by one.

Liang Sihan frowned.

Ton Ton didn't notice, pinching Liang Sihan's thumb to compare with his own, surprised that his uncle's fingers could be so big, his fingers were so short that he could only hold his thumb.

The door opened with a creak, and Ton Tun looked over in response.

Zhou Wenan stepped in, seemingly full of thoughts.

Liang Sihan asked: "Mr. Zhou, what's wrong with your script? Need to readjust?"

"Correct."

There was a wry smile on Zhou Wen'an's face, and he hugged Tonton and sat down, "Originally, I have the original copy on my computer, so I can just print it out. But after communicating in the morning, I need to change part of the plot, but it involves the later plot, so the amount of work will be huge. .”

Liang Sihan frowned, and asked calmly: "Why are you the only one changing it? Are you in charge of a TV series?"

The workload of TV drama scripts is huge, and it is often completed through teamwork.

Zhou Wen'an hesitated before saying, "No, it's cooperation. But..."

He shook his head: "Forget it, these things don't waste Mr. Liang's time. Some processes and models in the online drama industry are still different from those in the film industry."

At this point, Liang Sihan can understand no matter how stupid he is.

He didn't encounter difficulties at work, but was deliberately made things difficult for him.

Liang Sihan watched him rubbing the end of his brows tiredly, his white fingers seemed to pinch hard, it hurt just looking at it.He asked, "Have you ever written a screenplay?"

"I wrote it, that "Cold Cold"..." Zhou Wen'an replied too casually, and after he realized it, he widened his eyes, and his Adam's apple was rolling in panic, "No, I..."

He was so nervous that he regretted it.

How could he be so defenseless in front of outsiders?

Zhou Wen'an blushed: "I'm sorry, I remembered wrongly. Mr. Liang, don't take it seriously."

Liang Sihan frowned, "Mr. Zhou, you're right, and I'm not wrong. You're talking about the literary film "Cold Spring" that won the best original screenplay last year."

What he didn't finish was that the screenwriter who went up to accept the award and signed the film was Li Huaiming.

Zhou Wen'an seemed to have been poured cold water over his head, and his whole body was covered with goosebumps. He looked at Liang Sihan as if asking for help: "Mr. Liang, you really misheard me, what I said... what I said It's "Falling Spring"."

Liang Sihan looked at the big boy next to him who seemed to have raised his guard and cordoned off in an instant, and nodded silently. "Well, then I misheard, it's "The Cold Spring"."

"Yes." Zhou Wen'an's face was pale, his lips were dry, and he confirmed it again. Finally, his eyes wandered away uncertainly, and he breathed a sigh of relief silently.

But Tonton tilted his head and said earnestly: "Father is obviously talking about the cold spring, not the cold spring. I know what the cold spring is. It means that the spring is supposed to warm up, but it is suddenly very cold. Isn't that right, Dad?"

Zhou Wenan closed his eyes in despair.

However, Liang Sihan gave a rare laugh, as if the long-cold ice and snow on the ridge melted instantly.

He hugged Ton Ton: "Ton Ton is really smart, that's what it is. However, you can't tell others about this, only the three of us know, can you?"

"Okay." Tonton looked around, took his father's hand and his uncle's hand, folded them together, and patted his own little palm, "Then none of us can tell anyone else!"

Originally, Liang Sihan just wanted to coax the child, although he knew that Zhou Wen'an's cool and beautiful hands were on the palms, and warm little hands were on the backs of his hands.

Zhou Wenan bit the bullet and said, "Mr. Liang, I really trouble you."

The rest of the unfinished words are - don't say it.

Liang Sihan's deep eyes fell on the lower lip he was biting lightly: "Don't worry."

The pink and tender red lips, like cherry blossom petals, were bitten by him to the point of making scars, which gave people an illusion of wanting to be smoothed for no reason.

Tong Ton's fingers pinched the collar folds of Liang Sihan's clothes: "Uncle, will you still go to our house to play that night?"

His ear was suddenly pinched by the father behind him, but it didn't hurt at all.

He turned his head and looked over, blinking his starry eyes: "Dad, what's wrong?"

Zhou Wen'an shook his head slightly: "Uncle wants to go back to his home."

Liang Sihan glanced at the computer and the script: "Ton Ton, I have something to contact Uncle Luo right now, why don't you play with Dad first?"

"Okay." Tonton stretched out his arms to hug Zhou Wen'an, and watched Liang Sihan go out.

He leaned against Zhou Wen'an and muttered, "Father, Uncle Luo looks fierce, but he speaks slowly, so cute."

Luo Yuanen was born tall and thick, with thick eyebrows and broad lips, not a refined appearance, but when he talked to Liang Sihan, he was mostly slow and calm, which was somewhat contrasting.

Zhou Wen'an was amused by his son, it was hard to imagine Luo Yuanen's cuteness.He was exhausted today, and suddenly, like a child, he teased his son and said, "Dad thinks Ton-Ton is cuter."

Tonton raised his head, knelt on his lap, poked the little sesame seed on his father's left temple with his short fingers: "No, dad is cute!"

"Cute eyes, cute nose, cute mouth."

His hand stroked Zhou Wenan's stretched and elegant eyebrows, straight and delicate nose bridge, and soft and tender lips, and he couldn't help but leaned forward and kissed him on the face again, leaning softly on his shoulder, it was really Can't help but announce to the world: "Daddy is so cute!"

Zhou Wen'an's heart was extremely soft, and everything that went wrong was relieved by the baby in his arms.

Ton ton is your own medicine.

A sweet medicine.

Zhou Wen'an softly called his name: "Ton Ton."

"Huh?" Tonton leaned against his neck, sniffing his breath, "What's wrong, Dad?"

"Dad will take you to the amusement park after two days, okay?" Zhou Wen'an knew he wanted to go, "Dad will do what he says."

Ton Ton nodded: "Okay."

At this time, Zhou Wen'an's cell phone rang again.

Ton Ton cleverly took it and handed it to Zhou Wen'an, "Father, who is it?"

"It's Teacher Li." Zhou Wen'an was afraid that it was about the script, so he immediately connected.

Li Huaiming on the phone said: "Xiao Zhou, don't adjust the script. The first version was available before, so you should focus on other projects first."

"Is that so?" Zhou Wen'an was surprised, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips towards his son, his eyes filled with joy.