I picked up my daughter-in-law in the cemetery [Entertainment]

Han Zhuo nodded: "Tell me."

Ji Mowei hurriedly waved his hands: "Just call me by my name."

Han Gong is the subordinate of this person in front of him, and he is afraid that he can't bear this honorific title with his own thoughts.

"Through my analysis with her, her problems mainly appear in two aspects: one is the psychological impact of being too deeply involved in the screenwriter's story, and the other is dissatisfaction with her acting skills."

"In terms of acting skills, none of you can help. Tang Ling said that she will find a way by herself. I will come once a week for psychological counseling. The rest of the time, as a family member will play a big role."

Han Zhuo nodded.

"At least during this time, she needs an absolute sense of security."

Han Zhuo nodded.

"She should at least get some sleep."

Han Zhuo nodded.

"Don't let her ponder the script alone, spend as much time with her as possible."

Han Zhuo nodded, and finally felt the meaning behind Ji Mowei's words.

"Miss Han, you can spend more time with her, at least for this period of time, please accommodate her."

……

Zhang Minghan lived in a villa on the Fourth Ring Road, and was watching a movie in the private theater at home when he suddenly received a call.

"Who is it?" He muttered dissatisfiedly, picked up the phone and saw the name appearing on the screen, his eyes were surprised.

When the phone was connected, Tang Ling's voice sounded.

"Hello Director Zhang, did you disturb your rest?"

"Knowing that you still fight?" Zhang Minghan snorted.

Beside him was also half-lying a middle-aged beautiful woman on the sofa, and now she turned her attention to the phone with some interest.

"Uh...that's how it is. I have an unfeeling request. When you were filming, you gave me the phone number of an acting teacher named Pei. My phone was lost in that incident. Can you give me the phone number again?" Do you want to call him again?"

"Hmph, no, there is only one chance."

"Ah?" Tang Ling was very flustered: "Don't..."

"I warn you, don't act like a baby with me, the old man won't do that when he's old."

Tang Ling could only hoarse her voice, making her voice sound very sincere: "Director Zhang, I want to play the "Swinging Subway" written by Jia Ding this time, but I'm really at a bottleneck, I can't get out all day, even if Find a teacher to remind me a few words, please."

Zhang Minghan groaned: "Think of me when I have a problem. I was going to post Weibo to scold you and stop me. It's too late. I was offended by you!"

The beautiful woman pinched him very hard, and Zhang Minghan hissed.

Tang Ling suddenly felt very difficult: "Then I don't want to wait for my side to go through legal procedures. If you come out to scold people at that time, you will know my reputation and it will be bad for you... "

"Hmph." Zhang Minghan sneered: "You just like to look forward and backward. Is reputation so important? Why do others think you are not you?!"

Tang Ling lowered her head: "I don't care about it myself, it's just that my reputation is not good, and it will affect the people around me."

Zhang Minghan thought about it: "Did you fall in love?"

"No~"

"I told you not to act like a baby at me!"

"Oh, no." Tang Ling was like a quail being trained.

Zhang Minghan took another slap in the face before he felt comfortable. Looking at the interested woman beside him, he said to the phone:

"Come to my house tomorrow. The teacher is gone. I'll see what your problem is. Is it a revenge?"

"Forget it, forget it, you are so noble, you don't give me common sense..." Tang Ling's boastful words came rushing like a river.

"Okay, okay, shut up." Zhang Minghan said a few more words, and hung up the phone.

Seeing him hang up the phone with a happy expression, the woman asked curiously, "Who is it?"

"I told you, the little girl who played "Ghee Lamp"."

"Oh, I remember it's called Tang Ling?"

Zhang Minghan was a little happy: "Yo, it's rare that Madam also remembers."

"That's right, you've been talking about it since you came back. You were waiting for a call at home, and you were angry when they didn't call you, and you were angry when they called you. I remember that."

Hearing this, Zhang Minghan took his wife's hand in his arms, and lay on the sofa happily: "Damn girl, she has an amazing aura, she can understand everything, and she looks attractive, but she cares too much about other people's feelings, and she has a stubborn temper. Makes me angry!"

"Do you mean it?" the woman asked.

"Hmm..." Zhang Minghan rubbed his wife's hand without speaking.

"Okay, I get it. I have to get ready tomorrow."

Zhang Minghan nodded and instructed:

"Treat her harder, the harder the better."

……

"Want to buy a gift?"

Tang Ling nodded: "The more expensive the gift for the elders, the better."

Han Xi yelled loudly: "I'm going to see the old man so soon!"

Tang Ling & Han Zhuo:?

Han Gong glared at Han Xi, and Han Xi obediently turned into a quail and ate honestly.

"I'm going to see director Zhang Minghan, and he promised to help me take a look at my acting problems. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Han Zhuo nodded, stroked his chin, and said to Han Gong:

"Do you still have the century-old wild ginseng at home?"

Han Gong replied: "There are still some."

Han Zhuo nodded: "Take one and wrap it well. Make it a pair as a gift, and then pick a pair of calligraphy and paintings. No one in our family plays with these. You don't need to pick a pair of those from the Qing Dynasty..."

"Wait... wait a minute!"

Han Zhuo and Han Gong looked at her.

Tang Ling stammered a little: "No...it doesn't have to be so expensive, does it?"

Centuries-old wild ginseng, priced in the millions, not to mention Qing Dynasty calligraphy and painting, just go and see the director...

Han Zhuo said: "Silly boy, you are looking for someone to guide your acting skills. Do you think such a famous director doesn't need money as a teacher?"

Tang Ling suddenly realized, and immediately said: "That's not necessary, it's too expensive, I want to buy it myself!"

Han Zhuo put down the cup, crossed one leg on the sofa, and looked at the heroic female star with a funny look: "Okay, buy it yourself, what do you want to buy?"

Tang Ling: "...nutrition or something."

"What nutritious product is better than the century-old wild ginseng? I have ready-made ones at home, so why bother to look far away? If you want to go out and buy them now, the quality may not be good. Let me tell you that all the wild ginsengs in our house are dug out from the mountains by me. Quality and quantity."

Tang Ling was a little sad and angry: "Then I will pay for it!"

Han Zhuo was a little confused: "Why are you so clear with me?"

Tang Ling, a social animal, has determined to be an independent career woman, and no longer takes advantage of Han Zhuo's willful and reckless actions, and feels really painful. At this time, she is quite entangled, but she still sticks to her principles:

"I'm looking for a teacher. I'm responsible for my affairs. You are the boss, so just wait for me to make money for you! Besides, I can afford it. I still have millions of assets!"

Han Zhuo shook his head: "You are gone."

Tang Ling: "Huh?"

"The company is newly established, entertainment companies have high requirements for starting, and there is not so much liquidity for the time being, so I can only use some of your money for the time being if you hire a navy army, sue for defamation, do marketing, and operate the company——in the contract It's written, you didn't read carefully."

Tang Ling was dumbfounded.

"Oh, of course, you still have shares in the company, but unfortunately, since you haven't received your first salary yet, and you haven't had any new endorsements, the company is still unable to make ends meet."

Han Gong kept beating on the calculator beside him. After Han Zhuo finished speaking, he handed the small calculator to Tang Ling:

"Heming Media's turnover is growing negatively with these figures every day."

"Although the investment consulting company will earn money from time to time, that kind of business can't be done often, and the Han family has organized to spend the money earned from the magic business as soon as possible, otherwise it will easily lead to disaster. The money there is basically It is used to invest in Heming Media, but Heming needs to pay staff salaries and various other expenses, including various clothing and make-up expenses that you will need to attend events and accept interviews.”

"So, Doudou, you and I will run out of money soon."

After Han Zhuo finished speaking calmly, he took a sip of the lukewarm tea, and Han Gong added tea for her with a smile.

Tang Ling took two steps back abruptly, clutching her chest.

She hurts so much!

……

Tang Ling's fragile heart was shocked again.

In order to alleviate this shock, and because of Ji Mowei's instructions, Han Zhuo reluctantly slept in the same bed with Tang Ling at night.

"Let me be alone for a while." Tang Ling said seriously while lying upright.

Han Zhuo said yes, turned over and fell asleep by himself.

In less than an hour, a warm and soft body was stuck behind her.Han Zhuo carefully felt that the girl was holding him and breathing steadily, so he fell asleep at ease.

Early the next morning, Tang Ling took wild ginseng, calligraphy and paintings, and Han Fa drove to the villa area in the suburbs of the Fourth Ring Road.

Han Zhuo carried the gift and walked in with her.Tang Ling felt in a trance that this scene was too much like a daughter and son-in-law coming to visit her father-in-law during the Chinese New Year.

After ringing the bell for a while, the door opened.

The person who opened the door was a gentle and beautiful woman who looked about 40 years old.

Tang Ling was already ready to be ridiculed by Zhang Minghan, and suddenly saw a gentle woman with a tongue tied, and said hello:

"You... hello, I'm Tang Ling, is Director Zhang at home?"

"Yes, yes, come in." The woman smiled like a spring breeze, looked at Tang Ling a few more times, her eyes showed satisfaction, and then glanced behind her, also quite amazed.

Seeing her looking over, Han Zhuo hurriedly said, "Hello, my name is Han Zhuo, and I'm the person in charge of Heming Company."

The woman suddenly realized: "Please come in."

The two changed their shoes in the hallway and came to the living room. When the woman came again, Han Zhuo stepped forward and put the gift in his hand on the coffee table:

"These are things handed down from the family, the century-old wild ginseng harvested by our ancestors, and a small painting by Shi Tao, for the two of you to appreciate."

The woman looked surprised, and said hastily: "You child, the gift is too expensive."

"It should be, Director Zhang was troubled and gave Tang Ling advice in many ways. Both Tang Ling and I are grateful..."

Tang Ling listened to Han Zhuo's courteous back-and-forth with the women, and it became even more unreal. She always felt that "Tang Ling and I" should become "my wife and I", without any sense of disobedience.

After the two of them finished their courtesies, Zhang Minghan didn't come out either. The woman smiled and said, "Old Zhang has something to go out, but he hasn't come back yet. Please wait for a while, I'll make tea for you."

Han Zhuo got up at this time: "Then I will leave first, and Tang Ling will be handed over to Madam and Director Zhang, and I will come to pick her up after the end."

The woman smiled and said, "Then I'll send Mr. Han off."

Han Zhuo hurriedly said, "I dare not do it."

When the two walked to the porch, Tang Ling felt even more dizzy, as if Han Zhuo was saying, "My wife will just ask you two, and I'll pick her up when I'm done."

Is it hallucination?It's yours, right?Why do I always fall into this hallucination today?Don't marry He Li, don't marry He Li!