My daughter is so annoying

"what's up?"

"A few days after you left, the movie "Master" was released."

"How's the box office?"

Zhang Shanfeng said with a smile: "It's more than 4000 million. Calculated, Lao Huang has made a small profit, but that's not the important thing."

Fang Cheng waited for the next article.

"He also won the Best Action Design Award at the Golden Horse Awards."

"That's not bad." Fang Cheng said with a smile: "At least he proved himself."

"Old Huang called me several times and said that he would thank you in person, but because you were not at home a while ago, he never told you."

Fang Cheng shook his head and said, "I just wrote a script, and I didn't help much else."

Zhang Shanfeng laughed it off and didn't say much.

……

Come home at night.

Qingqing and Xiao Yuer, who had eaten snacks all afternoon, only took a small bite for dinner.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng immediately confiscated all the remaining snacks and put them on the refrigerator where the two little girls couldn't reach.

"If you don't eat much in the future, you are not allowed to eat snacks."

"Slightly slightly slightly." Qingqing made a grimace, ran to the yard with Xiao Yu'er, and picked up the big yellow dog.

Rhubarb was taken care of by Li Lanfang when his family went out to record shows. After 20 days, instead of losing weight, he even looked richer.

Xiao Yu'er shouted in the yard: "Uncle, can we take Rhubarb out to play?"

"Wait a minute, when Dad finishes washing the dishes, he will take you out together."

"Good~"

Fang Cheng washed the dishes, and together with Yang Yueyue took the two daughters for a walk along the street outside the small western building.

The street lamps pulled the figure long.

Fang Cheng took Yang Yueyue's hand, like many years ago...fingers clasped tightly.

"Everyone says that a relationship or a marriage will gradually become boring due to the long-term routine, and finally face a crisis, which is the so-called seven-year itch. Counting it, it has been almost seven years since we met. Are you feeling bored?"

"No." Yang Yueyue shook her head with a smile and said, "I think every day is very happy."

"That's good."

Fang Cheng said: "Take an opportunity to talk to your mother about the make-up wedding, and find out what the old man has said. After the second half of the year is over, I will discuss this matter. Don't make it too troublesome. Just call a group of relatives and friends Just fine."

"Well, I'll listen to you."

"Qingqing, you and Xiao Yu'er walk slowly, don't fall over."

"It's Rhubarb who runs fast."

"You kick it, and it stops running."

"Hmph, I don't want it."

……

Chapter 164 Do You Want a Brother or a Sister?

Women always have endless topics to talk about. When Yang Yueyue came to Liu Xiaolan's house, she chatted endlessly with each other, all about pregnancy, men and children. Fang Cheng listened for a while, I really couldn't get in the conversation, so I got up and said: "Then you guys are chatting, I will go to the company, and I will pick you up at noon."

Liu Xiaolan immediately said: "Why don't you all stay for lunch at noon, so as to save you the trouble of going home, and I also want to chat with Sister Yueyue more."

"Okay, then I'll come back with Guo Hai at noon." Fang Cheng took the car keys and said, "Take care of Qingqing and Xiao Yuer."

Liu Xiaolan smiled and said, "They are not children anymore."

"Qingqing, Xiao Yu'er, goodbye to Dad."

The two little girls who were playing vigorously raised their little hands and shook them, as if they were saying goodbye.

Fang Cheng drove all the way to Chenghai Entertainment Company.

Push open the door and walk into the office area.

"Hello, Mr. Fang."

Chen Meng stepped forward and said, "Mr. Fang, you are here. You are here to see Mr. Guo, right? He is in a meeting now."

Fang Cheng heard that Guo Hai was in the conference room, so he stepped forward and knocked on the door of the conference room.

"Who is it?" Guo Hai's voice came from inside.

"it's me."

The door of the conference room opened quickly.

Sun Wanyan, the person in charge of the artist management department who was sitting closest to Guo Hai, gave up his seat to Fang Cheng in a sensible way.

Fang Cheng stepped forward and sat down, pointing to the ppt being played in the meeting room and asked, "Investment plan? What investment plan?"

Guo Hai said with a smile: "You came just in time. We are planning to invest 5000 million shares in acfun, which is the so-called station A. What do you think?"

"Invest in Station A?"

Fang Cheng murmured, and frowned.

In my impression, in that world, although station a was as famous as station b, it was indeed popular for a while, but after a series of competitions at station b, the overall traffic of station a quickly began to decline, and after that it became more and more popular. The year is not as good as the year.

Station a here is similar to station a at that time. Now station b has been rising day by day, and it is definitely not worthwhile to invest again.

Fang Cheng shook his head lightly and said, "I think it's better to forget it."

The voice fell, and there were noisy discussions in the conference room.

With regard to this investment, the company has held at least seven or eight meetings, and it seems that a decision is about to be made. Why did the second largest shareholder come and say no?

Everyone couldn't figure it out.

Guo Hai asked: "Brother Cheng, have you studied this website?"