My daughter is so annoying

on the way back.

Fang Cheng smiled and asked, "How is it? Are you tired from sitting all morning?"

Yang Yueyue shook her head: "It's okay, I'm sitting at home anyway, it's good to go out for a walk, but you gave me another surprise today."

"What surprise?"

"Looking at you directing the performance of Wang Duo and Niu Feng, it seems quite professional."

"Really?" Fang Cheng smiled. He knew that the acting talent he got from the last assignment was the cause, but he found another excuse and said, "I just acted on a whim, and I'm sure there will be no them." Well done."

The young couple seemed to be chatting about family affairs, Yang Yueyue said casually: "Guo Hai is very powerful, a small company has expanded to hundreds of people in just a few years."

"My two friends, don't underestimate them. Guo Hai's father was the richest man in China a few years ago. No matter how bad Guo Hai's business vision is, he will not be so bad. Just wait and see, with his father In the next few years, the scale of Chenghai Entertainment will become bigger and bigger."

"As for Jiangnan, that kid is a monster. Do you know how smart he is?"

Yang Yueyue shook her head.

Fang Cheng said: "136."

Yang Yueyue was also very shocked.

Ordinary people only have an IQ of around 100, and the number of people in the world who can reach an IQ of 130 is only 3. This is enough to prove how brilliant Jiangnan's brain is.

"For Jiangnan, the joy of earning money is not how much money he earns in the end, but the process of earning money fascinates him. When he returns to China to start a business this time, it is very likely that he wants to create a career that is better than his father's."

Yang Yueyue asked curiously: "Then how did you meet them?"

Fang Cheng told Yang Yueyue about getting acquainted with Jiangnan that autumn night. After Yang Yueyue finished listening, he asked again: "What about Guo Hai?"

"That's the thing about winter."

Fang Cheng spoke eloquently.

Yang Yueyue listened with interest.

When Fangcheng said that the three of them were drinking in the old place, and when they were drunk, they held three chopsticks and worshiped a plate of roast chicken on the street, Yang Yueyue covered her mouth and smiled prettily.

……

Chapter 98 It's Winter

In half a month, in addition to reading seven or eight books, Xue Zhong also saved [-] words in this book.

Fang Cheng found Penguin, the largest online platform in China, to contribute, and sent the first [-] words together to the editor's mailbox.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the editor replied with an email: "Hello, your work has passed the signing review. Please post the [-]-character text on the website and add my qq to sign it."

Fang Cheng opened the author's background, and after choosing a category, he published twenty chapters in one go, and then added the editor's QQ to complete the signing process.

The current word count is generally more than a million words. If there are few words in the early stage and there is no recommendation, no readers will read it. Fang Cheng is not in a hurry. The biggest purpose of writing is to practice writing skills, and the second is to make money. Anyway, for a while I won't be able to get on the shelf for a while.

When Qingqing came back in the evening, she sat on the sofa and sang with the karaoke software on her mobile phone. Qingqing has recently become obsessed with recording songs with her mobile phone. Every time she finished singing a song, she forced Fang Cheng to listen to it again. .

At this time, Fang Cheng can't laugh or cry.

"When the happy pond is planted, the dream becomes the ocean."

"The drum has big eyes and a big mouth, and it also sings loudly."

"La la la la la la la"

In the first two lines of this nursery rhyme, Qingqing could still keep up with the accompaniment, but she couldn't keep up with the accompaniment later, and the lyrics were also sung vaguely.

"Papa, listen."

Fang Cheng took the phone and replayed it again, while putting on the coat for Qingqing.

After the song was played, Fang Cheng immediately applauded and praised: "Qingqing's singing is awesome."

"Papa, I still want to sing, I still want to sing."

Fang Cheng smiled and said, "But you've already finished singing all the songs you will meet?"

Qingqing immediately pulled Fang Cheng's sleeves, and said coquettishly, "Papa, teach me how to sing."

Fang Cheng glanced at the time, pointed to the kitchen and said, "But Baba is going to cook now, after dinner, Baba will teach you on the bed, okay?"

"it is good."

"What would you like to eat, Qingqing?"

Qingqing shook her big eyes and thought for a while, and finally said quickly: "I want to eat noodles."

"Okay, then Papa is going to make pasta for Qingqing."

Fang Cheng rolled up his sleeves and shouted towards the bathroom: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, it's been like this for the past two days."

Hearing Yang Yueyue's weak voice, Fang Cheng frowned and said, "I'll make you a bowl of ginger tea, you can drink it later."

"Ah."

Fang Cheng made a bowl of ginger tea with ginger, brown sugar, and red dates, and poured it into a large bowl.

Then wash the pot, turn on the fire, take out the noodles and put them in the pot to cook. After 10 minutes, take out the noodles, put oil, green onion, garlic sprouts, and tomato sauce in the pot, and when you almost smell the aroma, put the noodles into the pot again. Put the good noodles in and fry.

The pasta is cooked just right, neither soft nor hard, and has a chewy texture. The taste of tomato sauce is well integrated into each noodle. Just take a bite and you will feel the fragrance overflowing.

"Qingqing, is it delicious?"

"Delicious." Qingqing nodded again and again, the little girl was not so reserved, she took two bites, her mouth and face were full, like a big tabby cat.

Fang Cheng took out a tissue and wiped Qingqing's mouth clean: "Don't worry, eat slowly, you will turn into a tabby cat."

Qingqing doesn't know how to listen, she can't stop eating delicious food.

Seeing Yang Yueyue sitting on the sofa with a pale face, Fang Cheng stepped forward, rubbed his hands together, and after rubbing his palms warm, he rubbed them back and forth on Yang Yueyue's stomach and said, "How is it? Are you feeling better?"

"much better."

"Whatever you want to eat, I will do it."

Yang Yueyue shook her head lightly: "I can't eat it."

"Okay, then go to bed early, Qingqing doesn't need you to worry about it."