[Zhang Yunlei] Shige is on top

Zhang Yunlei and Ling Jiuye finished talking on the phone, and went back to lean on the bedside to continue talking about work. It was almost the same. Looking at the time, it was already early in the morning, so he quickly lay down and went to sleep.

When Ling Yihua woke up the next day, he was a little dazed. He turned his head and saw Zhang Yunlei lying beside him. Then he remembered that he had spent the night in the Rose Garden the night before. He stared at him eagerly, not daring to move for a while.

Dad is so pretty.

People have the desire to love beauty, probably everything can't escape this law. The reason why Ling Yihua likes his father is as simple as that. Dad is good-looking, talented, and can sing well, and he is loved by so many people. In his heart, Zhang Yunlei is Almighty, the best dad in the world,

The kind that even my own father can't compare to.

Early in the morning, he blew a wave of dad's rainbow farts in his heart. Ling Yihua looked at his watch, it was past eight o'clock, he was a little hungry, he got up, carefully moved out of bed, dressed himself, and tiptoed out of the room , I saw Wang Hui on the phone in the living room.

He didn't dare to disturb his aunt to make a phone call, but when he saw Wang Hui motioning him to wait, he obediently sat on the sofa, and waited for her to hang up the phone before saying, "I'm sorry, aunt, I slept late."

Wang Hui was a little distressed when he heard that this child practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his grandmother was strict with him. He has been learning Beijing opera. Although he is not as good as a professional apprentice in singing, reciting and fighting, he never delays. Later, he learned cross talk with his younger brother, and he never slack off for a moment However, it was rare that one day I overslept, and I had to apologize, and I hugged him and kissed him, "It's okay, isn't this a holiday? Didn't your grandma promise you that you can stop practicing for a few days? You don't need to apologize to your aunt, do you?"

"Oh," Ling Yihua felt relieved now, and looked up at her, "Auntie, I'm hungry."

"Let's go, Auntie will get you breakfast." Wang Hui got up and led him to the dining room, made him the prepared breakfast and brought it over, "Hurry up and eat."

Ling Yihua was really hungry, so he responded, grabbed the little buns and finished one in two or three mouthfuls, so scared that Wang Hui kept reminding, "Slow down, slow down, don't choke, drink some milk and deliver it. The kid gobbled it up."

After the two little buns were eaten, Ling Yihua felt a little tired, so he slowed down his eating speed, and said inarticulately, "Daddy is still sleeping."

"Your dad likes to sleep in when he's fine. What time is it? The sun is shining on his buttocks, so he decided to sleep late last night." Wang Hui almost rolled his eyes. Zhang Yunlei's virtue is unknown to others, but he doesn't know it, except for Ling Jiuye Who can control him? Get some food for Ling Yihua and let him eat with porridge, "Don't worry about your dad, he will wake up by himself later, let's starve him."

"That won't work, Dad will be starving." Ling Yihua shook his head hastily, a little worried, blinking his eyes, "But I dare not wake Dad up."

"It's okay, he won't be hungry for a while, don't worry?" Wang Hui really likes this child, even if it is Zhang Yunlei's own child, he may not be more thoughtful than him, this is really staying with Ling Jiuye After a long time, they are exactly the same. Sometimes she even feels that Ling Yihua looks like the child of Ling Jiuye and Zhang Yunlei, "When I'm full later, my aunt will take you to sing the big drum, what do you think?"

"Okay!" As soon as he heard that he could sing the big drum, Ling Yihua quickly agreed, quickly settled the breakfast, watched her tidy up the dishes, and couldn't wait to drag Wang Hui to sing the big drum.

When Zhang Yunlei woke up, he heard Ling Yihua's immature voice singing Beijing Rhythm Dagu. Son, let's go get a haircut."

"Oh," Ling Yihua reluctantly put down his drumsticks, greeted Wang Hui, and then went to change his clothes and go out to cut his hair.

Zhang Yunlei had informed his assistant and sent them directly to Yunlei Styling. When he arrived at the styling room, someone came up to greet him as soon as he entered the door. Seeing that it was the boss and his son, he quickly ushered them into the VIP room and gave them snacks, yogurt and fruits. Come here, the best hair stylist in the store came over and asked, "How do you do it baby?"

"I want to have the same haircut as my father," Ling Yihua said immediately.

"Okay, let's go, let's go wash and shampoo," the hair stylist understood, and led him to wash his hair, and then cut off the braid first, "Don't move, baby."

With a 'click', the long-growing braid was cut off, and the hair stylist tied it up specially for him, and showed it to him, "Okay, my baby's long-growing braid will protect you safely from now on, I Put it away for you, take it back and put it away, huh?"

"Thank you, Uncle..." Looking at his long braid, Ling Yihua was still reluctant, but when he thought of having the same hairstyle as his father, he stopped being sad, and stared at the mirror expectantly.

The hair stylist put the braids into the prepared box and handed it to Zhang Yunlei. He took it, opened the box and looked at the long braids, stroked them lightly, his eyes were a little moist, that little milk baby is already so Growing up, in the past eight years, although he didn't personally take care of Ling Yihua's daily life every day, he also enjoyed the responsibility and happiness of being a father. This braid has witnessed this road and will continue to witness it.

He tidied up his mood, Ling Yihua also cut his hair, the sides were shaved neatly, the hair on the top was hanging down limply, neatly, "Okay, look, does it look like your dad?"

"Like!!" Satisfied, Ling Yihua said happily, after packing everything up, he jumped off the chair to look for Zhang Yunlei, "Dad, do you think I look good?"

"It's beautiful, it's just like my father, that's great," Zhang Yunlei was also very satisfied, and touched his son's head, afraid that he would tie it somewhere, "Is there any itching? Don't tie your broken hair."

"It's not itchy. Uncle cleaned it up for me." Ling Yihua looked back at the hair stylist and smiled at him, "Uncle's haircut looks really nice."

"Okay, thank you baby, as long as you like it!" The hair stylist was amused by him, and the boss was happy when the boss's son was happy. Although he didn't expect a salary increase, he was still showing his face.

Zhang Yunlei didn't care what he was thinking, and took his son to the appointed game hall, which was opened by his friend, and he was willing to spend money to cover his son's day, but the boss had a good relationship with him, and he didn't expect to take this little money from him , the game hall that Zhang Yunlei played, the benefits brought behind it are enough for this day's income, maybe doubled.

Ling Yihua's Coke broke down. He had never set up a game hall by himself before. He enjoyed all the games in it. It was already noon, and Zhang Yunlei took him to eat hot pot again. After eating and drinking, he went home.

Zhang Yunlei had work the next day, so he didn't want to take him there at first. He had to get up at 05:30 in the morning, and it would take another hour for makeup and styling when he arrived at the scene. Discuss with him at ease, "Hey, my father has to get up early tomorrow. I'll let your little aunt Su come and accompany you. When Dad gets off work, come and pick you up, can we have dinner together?"

"No, I want to go to work with Dad!" Ling Yihua shook his head like a rattle, resolutely refusing to compromise.

Zhang Yunlei discussed with him for an hour, but he refused desperately. In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to admit defeat and agreed to take him to work.

Ling Yihua kept his promise, the next day when the alarm clock rang at 05:30, he got up on time, but Zhang Yunlei couldn't get up, and was dragged up by his son in the end. He went to wash his face and brush his teeth in embarrassment, and got into the car together.

At the shooting scene, Zhang Yunlei went to do hair and make-up, so the assistant had to move Ling Yihua a small chair for him to sit on.

Ling Yihua was pretty, and the photographer saw him too. He just thought this kid was too good-looking, and wanted to use him for a test shot and discuss it with Zhang Yunlei. Can I take some photos for you?"

Ling Yihua was stunned, looked at Zhang Yunlei, saw that he agreed, and blinked, "Okay, but I don't have nice clothes."

"It's okay, try a lens, uncle. It will be easy for your father to take pictures after you try it. Just treat it as a favor for uncle, okay?" The photographer liked him even more when he saw how sensible he was, and coaxed him to take a few shots. Zhang was full of praise, "It's very good, the baby's camera sense is so good!"

After putting on makeup, Zhang Yunlei walked over to have a look. Sure enough, he was very happy to see that the photos he took were beautiful. He just told them not to use them indiscriminately. They will be uploaded to his mobile phone later, and the negatives have to be deleted before he can start working.

Taking photos for the first time, Ling Yihua thought it was very interesting. After all, Mommy had taken this kind of artistic photos with her before, but it was a different feeling to take photos with her father. She watched him work with great interest, and didn't recognize him at all. The staff asked questions and answered them. The staff on the scene all liked him. This one bought drinks and that one bought food. After a shoot, Zhang Yunlei was speechless. Is it okay if his son is more like a character than himself?

Seeing that Zhang Yunlei could rest for a while, Ling Yihua was about to call him over to sit and rest, but saw him walking towards the photographer to see the results of the shooting, the assistant had to stop and wait until he was satisfied before going to pick him up .

Seeing him coming, Ling Yihua ran over with his thermos, "Dad, drink hot water quickly, don't catch a cold!"

The assistants, including the on-site staff, were all overjoyed. Zhang Yunlei was a little helpless, so he could only be obedient. How could he dare to refute? Otherwise, his uncle would have to pick up his own when he came back.

Skin?

With Ling Yihua in charge, Zhang Yunlei was afraid of losing face on the one hand, and on the other hand he didn't want to hurt the child's heart. When Ling Jiuye came back, he was in good condition, free from illness and pain, and was extremely satisfied.

Ling Jiuye felt much more at ease this time. When he goes on a business trip in the future, as long as Ling Yihua is free, he will definitely encourage him to stare at his father. Zhang Yunlei has also accepted his fate. Fortunately, his body is much stronger. Will not be captured.

One year passed quickly, and Ling Yihua was eleven years old in a blink of an eye. Seeing that the child was promising, Zhang Yunlei planned to set up a formal apprenticeship. It just so happened that the two apprentices were together, the eldest disciple and the second disciple had a day of apprenticeship, and it seemed lively.

He didn't plan to take so many apprentices, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't compare to his brother-in-law's ability, so he took the two young ones first, so he could take on the responsibility.

Ling Yihua was overjoyed to have a successful apprenticeship. From now on, he can be called Master Zhang Yunlei in an upright manner, and his apprentice is no longer a false name. Even going backstage, he straightened his back and was very proud.

On rest days, if Zhang Yunlei went to the airborne, he would go to Sanqing to watch the master's performance, otherwise he would go to the seventh team, listen to the evening show with his uncle, and steal art while doing homework. People are amazed.

The members of the seventh team admired it very much. No wonder the master Guo Degang said that this child is a good material for this bowl of rice. With this kind of hard work, he can learn everything.

Seeing the child doing homework in the background, it was still early before the evening performance, Sun Jiufang strolled past, poked her head to see him doing homework silently, squinted his eyes, Ling Yihua is different from Zhang Yunlei, he has good handwriting since he was a child, Even with good academic performance, I couldn't help saying, "Oh, my Bao'er, this word is so beautifully written, is there anything you can't do?"

He asked casually, but it was actually just a conversation, but Ling Yihua really looked up, looked at him, pursed his lips, and pointed to a math problem, "Uncle Jiufang, do you know this problem?"

Sun Jiufang: "..."

This kid is so out of touch!Just like his dad! !

"Cough, this question... Oh, yes, I just remembered that I have to order takeaway. Hua Er, what do you want to eat? Uncle Master will order it for you. This question..." He turned his head, just in time to see the food in a hurry. Qin Xiaoxian, who ran in, pointed, "Bao'er, ask your Uncle Qin!"

Qin Xiaoxian who was named: "???"

Ling Yihua shook his head stubbornly: "No, Uncle Qin is too stupid, I don't want it."

Qin Xiaoxian: "??? How stupid am I!!"

Ling Yihua looked at him, "The audience keeps calling you an idiot!!"

Qin Xiaoxian: "...I'm not stupid!!"

Sun Jiufang: "Hahahahaha!!!!"

So, the smashing that night became——

Ling Xiaohua dislikes Lao Qin's stupidity, because silly Lao Qin can't solve mathematics.

The author has something to say: Hua'er is the little overseer hahaha~!

Lao Qin's life of being disliked! !

Even juniors despise him 23333

Hair stylist: Hehe, I know our boss, it’s impossible to raise salary, at least it’s good to have a face that he can remember

Er Ye: Not bad, very good, verbal praise is enough, if you can't cut it well, you will be deducted from the end of the year! !

Yunlei shape, too difficult QAQ