Husband, can you do it?

Wen Zhuo just laughed and said nothing. His team and other vice presidents interrupted him, covering up the topic while chatting and laughing, and introduced and recommended the sixth novel.

Why didn't Wen Zhuo show Qiao Han the information in his hand?That's the thing about these recommended novels.Let Qiao Han see, doesn't Qiao Han know that his novel will be recommended for film and television?Isn't there no surprise then?If the plan fails, isn't he happy in vain?

After the meeting, the peaked cap deliberately took a step behind and approached Wen Zhuo.

"You hired a team for this novel, didn't you?"

The team's things are patched together, knowing what is popular nowadays and kneading together, it is very good, but it is teamwork.It's like a group fight, and the group fights together.Some teams will also take advantage of loopholes. Knowing the rules of the novel website and how to play, swiping tickets, swiping sales, swiping clicks, can push a middling product to a high point.No matter how you pack it.After spending a lot of money to buy it, the actual content cannot be supported, which caused a headache for the shooting team.

"My wife is really not that kind of person. I really just corrected a typo for him. He made all the content of the outline and introduction by himself."

Wen Zhuo took out his phone and showed the photo to the peaked cap.

Wen Zhuo is also a wife slave, and likes to secretly photograph his son's wife.

"It's the first day of the Lunar New Year, in my hometown. This is when we came back on the plane. This is the night I told him to sleep."

It was Qiao Han who stretched his neck and stared, his face was almost stuck on the monitor, and he was typing quickly with his mouth pursed.

Some are photos and a few are videos.

Wen Zhuo yelled at his wife to go to bed, and Qiao Han begged her husband to have only a few hundred words left, so he could type faster.

The peaked cap nodded in satisfaction.It seems that this is true, not teamwork.

"For a week, you can take a good look at this novel."

Wen Zhuo gave instructions to Assistant Meng.

"Give Director Mao a VIP reader account."

Look directly at that without recharging.

"No, no, it costs 40 yuan to read a novel. It can't infringe on the author's legal rights. Reading pirated editions hurts the author too much. The author worked hard for an hour or two hours, racking his brains over the words. It is the result of other people's labor. Adding taxes and commissions from the website, the monthly income of 4000 is only a little over [-]. This is still well written. It is not enough to put it into practice.

Besides, I have read pirated copies, and the author can’t get the money. Readers spend a few minutes to read it, and they don’t pay for it. They are either disgusted or scolded.If you say something that doesn't please you, whoring for nothing is disgusting! "

The idea of ​​Director Mao in the peaked cap was too decent, and Wen Zhuo laughed out loud.This is also the reason why he likes Director Mao.This kind of person will respect the original author when he shoots something.

"Pig stupid, right? Okay, I'll take a good look when I get back. Don't let it out so easily!"

The peaked cap is also gone.

Wen Zhuo felt that he was sure of everything. When he looked at the peaked cap, he would tear it apart and look at it in pieces.What comes out is excellent.

I got off work late, and when I got home, Qiao Han was lying on the sofa.

With his butt facing up, he lay on the sofa without moving, directing Wen Qiao.

"Use your little fist to beat daddy's waist."

Wen Qiao snorted, came over reluctantly, and touched Qiao Han's back.With the strength of touching a kitten, I patted it lightly.

"Use a little force, how did your grandfather teach you to punch and kick, just use that force!"

Qiao Han didn't even feel it, and urged his son to work harder.Regardless of his son's small arms and legs, he can compete with his grandfather, Chief of Staff Joe.

Wen Qiao frowned, looking very embarrassed.

The little fist was clenched, raised sharply, and fell in slow motion. When it was only a little distance from the back, it slapped.

"Oh, why are you so stupid? Hard, hard, took the big hamburger in the afternoon? Bang bang bang, so hard, it's not that your grandma is patting the softening lotion, your patting is softer than your grandma's patting." The skin water is even lighter, "

Qiao Han disliked him, his son was weaker than the little girl, he was like a kitten, throwing their big black cat on him and stepping on the milk was stronger than that.

"I'm just stupid, I'm still a child, I don't have the strength! Now I'm growing up after eating!"

Yo!The little one will learn to talk back!

Qiao Han didn't know whether to laugh or cry, what he said was so straightforward.

"Why don't you come up and step on Dad's back."

"No! I eat too much and it's too heavy!"

"Sometimes it's too light, sometimes it's too heavy, and there's no truth in your mouth! No son can beat your father's back. It's all your bastard's father's fault. The 800-year-old monk went down the mountain to eat people today. If you catch someone, you won’t say anything. I’m such an arm and leg!”

Qiao Han sighed. After sleeping, his back hurt badly, and his thighs were stretched. He wanted his son to beat him a few times and he would not do it!Confiscate his pocket money tomorrow!

"My dad doesn't eat people! He eats!"

Wen Qiao didn't like to hear it anymore, and retorted with wide eyes.

Qiao Han laughed angrily, yo!This is so sweet!

He got up and beat his thigh by himself.

"Just protect your father like this? Don't love your father?"

I hit my thigh hard a few times to relieve the soreness.

Wen Qiao hummed anxiously and rushed up to lie on Qiao Han's lap.

"Dad, don't hit me, it hurts, it hurts!"

Qiao Han instantly understood why Wen Qiao didn't beat his back.In his little head, hammering is just hitting, hitting people is not acceptable, let alone daddy!Dad will hurt!He was very reluctant because he didn't want to hit his father, but his father asked him to hit him, so he had to hit him very lightly. Seeing his father beating himself, he felt distressed, and he didn't allow it!

Pei Caiwei said that Wen Qiao was abandoned in the past. Pei Caiwei lived in the neighborhood every day, either rummaging through the trash can or starving. He was a bit autistic, anyone could bully him, even a homeless child would probably beat him .So Wen Qiao subconsciously thought that beating someone was not good, it hurt too much!He is afraid!

Qiao Han's heart is both warm and sore.

Being warmed by his son's protection, I also feel sorry for my baby who has suffered too much before.

"Dad, stop beating, come back and let your dad press. Come on, baby, give dad a hug!"

Qiao Han rubbed his son into his arms, kissed and hugged him.

Wen Zhuo at the door of the living room looked at all of them.I am happy for my son's thoughtfulness, but I am also a little guilty about my rough actions yesterday, and then happiness. All the good things in my world are on these two.

He took off his coat, put it on the sofa at one side, bent over and leaned over from behind the sofa, kissed his wife, and kissed his son.

"father!"

The son's welcome was very direct, he jumped off his father's arms and rushed over, Wenzhuo picked up his son, Qiao Han wanted to laugh, but he still held back, pretending to be unhappy if he wanted to smile, but the corners of his mouth and eyes gave away his joy.

Wen Zhuo hugged his son and sat beside Qiao Han, pressed his son's little head into his arms so that his son would not see it, and at the same time kissed Qiao Han on the mouth.

"Does it still hurt?"

asked in a low voice, pinching his waist.

"It hurts, why doesn't it hurt?"

"Son, Dad bought you a Transformer, go play. Call Dad after dinner!"

When Wen Qiao had toys, he immediately went to find his father's bag. Wen Zhuo saw that his mother was still busy with the nanny in the kitchen, and bent over to hug Qiao Han. Qiao Han was sweet like a little bride being carried into the bridal chamber by the groom. Leaning on her husband's shoulder and being carried upstairs.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he rubbed his spine, pressed down along the shoulder blades, and stroked with a little force.Rub your palms to warm them up and stick them on your lower back.

Qiao Han is actually not so uncomfortable that she can't move, what to say, she is just acting like a baby, coquettish, wanting her husband to pamper her, it's just a petty act.

Being loved and being used to is sweet.

"It's a bit late to get off work today!"

"a little busy."

"My editor asked me to carry the phone with me today so that I can contact you easily. What are you doing? What do you mean?"

"Fiction websites do internal statistics and give full-time writers some benefits. Medical insurance and social security."

Before the result came out, Wen Zhuo tried his best to hide it from the truth, and told Qiao Han the result after the final decision.

Qiao Han turned sideways, winking at Wen Zhuo.

"Miss your gentle and considerate wife who is sore and sore in her ass and muscles for the first time?"

Wen Zhuo laughed out loud, every day, his wit and eccentricity will not be the same.

"I really want to."

"Think you won't call me? Let's sleep in separate beds today! Cold war!"

"Not tonight."

"Oh, let's sleep under the covers."

Still don't know what Qiao Han thinks?It was probably due to muscle pain and I wanted to take a rest, but I was afraid that my husband was eager to open the floodgate for the first time, so I had to find an excuse to sleep in separate beds and talk about it tomorrow.

Wen Zhuo pinched his waist and pressed his nose against him, from lying on his side to lying on his back and kissing on his head.

The person who has the final draft is very arrogant. He finished the novel before it was updated, and he had a few days of rest.Generally, the author will empty his mind, take a good rest, and then think about the next pitfall. Isn't this Qiao Han's first love?I also feel that I am very squeamish, and I start playing games early in the morning. It is called nourishing the brain, but in fact, I play games heartily.

"Do you have time? Why don't you take your son out to play?"

Seeing Wenzhuo came back from the shower, Qiao Han discussed with him.

"It won't work for ten days. I have to wait for some news and talk about it. Next month."

Wen Zhuo lifted the quilt, pulled Qiao Han's legs over, and applied safflower oil to his knees.No matter how soft the bed is, it turned red from kneeling last night, and the skin and tender flesh are a little green today, so apply some medicine and rub it away.

"Your second uncle called me today and wanted to pay dividends. My mother blocked me back. Is Wen's company profitable?"

"It will take half a year for the benefits to be good, how can it be so fast? They will not be paid dividends until the end of the year. After the end of the year, we will talk about it after accounting. Just block the phone number, and I will talk to the community property and not let them come to the house to make trouble."

After kneading the knee, pinch his calf until it reaches above the knee.

Qiao Han is fleshy, in fact, he is either fat or soft.I don’t exercise, I don’t have any muscles, it’s very easy to squeeze, it’s a bit like a child’s baby fat, it’s quite white, and it’s cute.