Super Cute Baby: Domineering Daddy Wife Protector

Facing Yang Liu, Zheng Qiaoen put away the pretended angry expression of looking at Wu Zhizhi, she let go of Wu Zhizhi, and walked towards Yang Liu with a slightly serious look.

"what happened?"

Yang Liu was already shaking like a sieve at this moment. She never thought that Wu Jizhi had such a relationship with Zheng Qiaoen. Now..., she finally came to the editor-in-chief's [-]-day banquet with other people in the company. Originally, she wanted to I took the opportunity to activate my emotions, but I never thought of it....

When he looked at Wu Zhizhi again, he stuck out his tongue in the direction of her, making an expression of being happy to watch a good show, and the willow head would explode.

"This... I was not careful."

Yang Liu explained weakly, but from Zheng Qiaoen's point of view, this matter is definitely not that simple. As early as in the company, I heard that Yang Liu was a bully and flattery, and that a good workplace made a mess for her.

She didn't invite Yang Liu, and she didn't know who she followed. Zheng Qiaoen looked at her, and then at Wu Zhizhi, who was still wronged, for a long time.

"Then this camera..."

"I'll buy a new one for this young lady," Yang Liu hurriedly said with a smile, her words were very flattering, and Wu only felt nauseated.

"This is my camera," Zheng Qiaoen said lightly. After finishing speaking, she remembered another very important thing. She raised her head with some fear, her eyes trembling slightly.

"Could you be..."

Wu only nodded, and admitted disappointedly: "It happened so urgently, I don't have time to save those videos at all...Ahhh, little aunt, please be sober, don't tease me, there is still time, let's reshoot It's fine if you don't..."

When Wu Zhizhi was talking, Zheng Qiaoen stepped forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed Wu Zhizhi's face mercilessly, looking fierce in the suit.

"How do you work as a photographer, huh?"

Wu Zhizhi: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"Stop yelling, if your uncle knows, it is impossible to let you go!" Let go of Wu Zhizhi, and walked to the side of the camera, Zheng Qiaoen squatted down, and picked up the broken camera with great distress.

Some of the onlookers also began to be filled with righteous indignation.

"How can you mess around with the camera? Now it's fine, the video is gone..."

"That camera is a Panavision DXL 8K, my mother, can she afford it..."

"Panavision DXL 8K?"

Panavision DXL 8K, launched in 2017, sensor type: 16-bit, 3500-megapixel CMOS sensor, resolution up to 8,192 x 4,320.

Maximum frame rate: 60K full-frame (8 x 8192) can be recorded at 4320 fps; 75K 8:2.4 (1 x 8192) can be recorded at 3456 fps.

Recording encoder: It can record 8K Raw and 4K proxy files (ProRes or DNxH) at the same time. Unfortunately, it is still a solid-state hard drive. Now, the previously recorded videos are gone.

"If you buy it, maybe you have to talk about the dollar..."

Yang Liu's expression changed immediately after hearing the passerby's introduction. She immediately googled it, and after knowing the price, she took a deep breath of air-conditioning, seeing that she was about to die.

Zheng Qiaoen raised his head and smiled, "Actually, it's not the Panavision camera. After all, the rumored camera is only rented and not sold." If it is sold, we can't actually afford it.

Yang Liu calmed down a little bit, it's okay, okay.

"But the price is not much different." When turning to look at Yangliu again, Zheng Qiaoen's eyes were filled with anger, "Besides, there are my son's most precious videos and photos inside."

"Editor-in-Chief, I will try my best to remedy it," Yang Liu was about to cry, completely no longer the haughty look she had when she dealt with Wu Zhizhi just now.

"How to fix it, I can't get it back..."

"Usually I'm just blah, I must have been looking for someone else just now..."

"Don't take your habits outside..."

"Why can I see her here, who brought her here..."

"not me……."

Hearing the sound of crusading against willows all over his ears, Wu Zhizhi felt much relieved. At that time, he was ridiculed by this person for a long time in the background.

Feng Shui took turns, she never thought it would be her turn so soon.

Zheng Qiaoen ignored the surrounding voices, returned to the banquet and wrote a note, and handed the note to Yang Liu when she came back, her expression remained unchanged, and her tone was as calm and reserved as ever.

"Forget about the video of my son..."

Yang Liu was grateful, "I'm really sorry, I know I'm very responsible for this matter, but Wu only..."

Wu just pointed at himself blankly and innocently, "Ah? Me? What's wrong with me?"

Zheng Qiaoen scanned Yang Liu's body sharply, until she saw that Yang Liu was trembling all over. Zheng Qiaoen has a higher position than her, and she is not someone she can fight against.

"What's wrong with her?" She narrowed her eyes dangerously and asked, her eyes were full of scrutiny.

Yang Liu shook her head.

Pointing to the note, Zheng Qiaoen continued: "This is the model of the camera, remember to buy according to this." After a pause, he continued: "Actually, that is not my camera. The key is that if my husband sees his favorite camera being stolen You will be very angry if it is destroyed, in order to avoid this, you..."

Yang Liu looked at her: "Should I go now?"

Zheng Qiaoen took her hand happily, and the joyful smile really came to the bottom of his eyes.

"Thank you so much, let's go!"

Yang Liu: "But now..."

"Don't worry, go at ease, my husband has me there, don't worry, he won't blame you."

Yang Liu looked at the note in his hand, squeezed it a few times, then gritted his teeth, "Okay."

After watching Yang Liu leave for about three seconds, everyone laughed together. Many of the guests who came today were employees of their company, but the people who were watching just now were all employees of "Girl in Oil Painting". Yang Liu had a lot of opinions, and it was very refreshing to see her deflated.

"As expected of our boss, you will know if there is any..."

"Seeing her on weekdays really pissed me off..."

"Isn't the boss just thinking of taking advantage of this excuse to pay her..."

"Hahahaha it's possible..."

"When will the boss come back to work? I really think about it..."

Wu only followed the others and smiled, but from the corner of his eye, he noticed Zheng Qiaoen walked aside, took out the wet towel on the table and wiped the hand that was holding Yang Liu just now.

Sensing that Wu Zhizhi was only looking at him, the two looked at each other and smiled.

After dealing with Yangliu, Wu Zhizhi was still inevitably "slammed" by Zheng Qiaoen, and the specific reason was because of those lost videos.

Sitting next to Xi Wen, Zheng Qiaoen said with great pain, "The video of the little guy grabbing something just now is gone. I am really heartbroken. I originally wanted to edit it, but now..."

Without saying a word, he pretended to be shy and leaned on Xi Wen to wipe away the tears that didn't fall at all. Wu was panicked just looking at it, and shivered involuntarily.

Wu only held the video camera that had been broken in two, like a criminal waiting to be sentenced.

Xi Wen's eyes shifted to Wu Zhizhi's hand, and after just a glance, he concluded, "It's all right, there is nothing wrong with the storage."

Wu Zhizhi: "Huh?"

Zheng Qiaoen: "What, the video is still there?"

Xi Wen nodded, and calmly explained to the two "girls" who were "otherworldly": "It's just that the camera itself fell, and it doesn't affect the storage."

　 Wu Zhizhi immediately felt sorry for Yang Liu, "Isn't Yang Liu..."

But Zheng Qiaoen interrupted him indifferently, "But she still broke our camera, who will pay if she doesn't pay?" After finishing speaking, she looked at Wu Zhizhi clearly and raised her eyebrows.

"You?"

Wu Zhizhi has always been very nervous about money, and immediately shook his head like a rattle.

"No, no, it's her, she's the one who influenced me," after finishing speaking, he lowered his eyes to look at the little guy who fell asleep in Xi Wen's arms, with a tender look on his face.

"Then I'm sure I can't take pictures? Besides, he's already asleep."

Zheng Qiaoen looked over, reached out and poked the little guy's chubby face lightly, "There is still a camera at home, you can go back and look for it later, I will give you a chance to rest, and when he wakes up, you can continue to take on the responsibility for me." Camera mission!"

As a photographer, she didn't take good care of her eating utensils. Zheng Qiaoen felt that she must make Wu only suffer!

Although this bitterness is simply a sweet burden in Wu Zhizhi's eyes.

When returning from Xi Wen's home, the little guy just woke up. Wu only made the little guy laugh, and spared no effort to shoot his best angles. Later, not only Xi Wen and his wife, Even when Li Jinming asked her to take a rest, Wu Zhizhi still insisted on being the first line of photographers.

"I can!"

"I'm alright!"

"Let go of me, I want to shoot again!"

"Ah, don't grab my camera!"

During the dinner, Wu Zhizhi was only about to be tied to the seat before he was willing to calm down. The little guy looked at Wu Zhizhi who was nervous and jumping around, at first he was a little scared, but later, when he saw her I couldn't help stretching out my hand and laughing non-stop.

It seems that he really likes Wu Zhizhi.

Wu Zhizhi was only willing to tease the little guy at first, and when he noticed that he was staring at him, he made some funny expressions. The little guy laughed, and other people in the banquet also laughed happily.

The big guys ate very well at a dinner party. Until the evening when they left, Wu Zhizhi was still a little bit reluctant, and kept arguing to go back to Xi Wen's house to sleep, but Li Jinming forcibly dragged him back to Wu Zhizhi's own home.

After returning home that night, Zheng Qiaoen and Xi Wen put their son to sleep, and they put their heads together intimately to look at the photos taken by Wu Zhizhi, but after seeing all the overexposed photos.

Not only Zheng Qiaoen, but even Xi Wen's face darkened a few degrees.

Zheng Qiaoen clasped his fists together, almost gnawing his silver teeth, "Wu! Only! Only!"

"Boom!" A fist hit Xi Wen's thigh fiercely, Xi Wen blushed, and complained muffledly as he watched Zheng Qiaoen.

"pain."

Zheng Qiaoen has no emotion: "Hold it."

Xi Wen: "!!!"