After wearing books, I rely on live broadcast to raise cubs

That night, Song Zhao still slept in the master bedroom. Zhuo Shaofan didn't want to share a room with him, so he had to ask Butler Jiang to clean up a guest room.

Song Zhaocai didn't care what he was thinking. He lay on the bed and looked at the class schedule that Chen Jing sent him. There was an acting class from ten to twelve tomorrow morning. He planned to listen to it and see where his talent was.

And he has to do a live broadcast tomorrow afternoon, so he doesn't have the time to guess what Zhuo Shaofan is thinking.

The next day was Friday, and Song Zhao didn’t get up to make breakfast because he went to bed late the night before. Seeing this, Master Yang mixed the dumpling stuffing that Song Zhao had taught him to make, and made Chinese cabbage dumplings. Poach half and fry.

This is what Zhao Shao told him, let alone, although they are all dumplings, the taste of boiled and fried is different. He himself prefers fried, which is more fragrant.

Zhuo Shaofan was very satisfied with this breakfast, and Song Zhao was the same. After eating and drinking, he went upstairs to change his clothes and prepared to go out later.

Zhuo Jingyan trotted all the way to the stairs: "Zhao Zhao, Zhao Zhao, are you still sending me to school today?"

Zhaozhao sent him to school these two days, he was so happy.

Song Zhao: "I have something to go out today, and I have a different time from you. I will ask Steward Jiang to take you to school later."

"Oh, that's great." The little guy's expectant body collapsed visible to the naked eye, his eyelids drooped, and those who didn't know thought how much he had been wronged.

Zhuo Shaofan sat on the sofa, looking at the "sticky" two people, thoughtful.

Song Zhao didn't care about this, changed his clothes, and the little guy had already been sent to the kindergarten by Steward Jiang. Song Zhao went directly to the kitchen and told Master Yang to prepare some ingredients for the live broadcast when he came back in the afternoon.

Hearing about preparing these, Master Yang became curious.

"Young Master Zhao, what are you going to do deliciously?"

Song Zhao: "It's not on the table, it's just a snack. It tastes good. I'll make it for you to try at night."

Master Yang was happy: "Okay, then I'll get my things ready and wait for Shao Shao when you come back."

Master Yang thought to himself, there is nothing to say about Zhao Shao's cooking skills. Although Zhao Shao said something that could not be put on the table, this thing must be delicious, and he can't wait.

Hong Li: "Young Master Zhao, you are going out. Does the room need to be cleaned today?" Hong Li came in from behind, seeing Song Zhao fully dressed, and asked quickly.

Zhuo Shaofan, who was sitting in the living room, squinted his eyes. It seemed that this Song Zhao also had some skills. He could win over everyone in the villa, so he underestimated him.

Just as he was thinking, Steward Jiang sent the child back, followed by a man, Zhuo Shaofan's secretary Peng Yang.

"Mr. Zhuo, this is the agreement you made, please read it over." The man respectfully offered the agreement in his hands.

I received a call from the boss at ten o'clock last night, asking him to draw up an agreement, and clearly stated the requirements. It took him less than half an hour to draw up the agreement.

But he was very curious, and he had never heard of the news that the president was going to get married. Why did he suddenly draw up such a... prenuptial agreement?

Well, it can also be called a postnuptial agreement.

To be honest, he was quite curious, not knowing what kind of person the other half of the boss would be.

Zhuo Shaofan took it and flipped it over, and then saw Song Zhao coming out of the kitchen, was taken aback when he saw Secretary Peng, and then sat down indifferently opposite him.

Zhuo Shaofan handed him the agreement in his hand.

Song Zhao took it subconsciously: "What is this?"

Zhuo Shaofan: "What's the deal with what you said yesterday? Did you regret it so soon?"

Zhuo Shaofan stared at Song Zhao, trying to see something from Song Zhao's expression.

Unexpectedly, Song Zhao changed from doubt to surprise: "The agreement was made out so quickly, wait for me to see."

As he spoke, he opened the agreement happily and read it.

Zhuo Shaofan: ...

Inexplicably unhappy.

Secretary Peng glanced at Song Zhao, who looked familiar.

Isn't this the person the boss asked him to investigate before?

Song Zhao read it quickly, but after reading it, he fell silent.

"Any opinion?" Zhuo Shaofan raised his eyebrows.

Song Zhao: "I used to only hear that the richer people are, the more picky they are. Now I finally see it. Whoever agreed to pay me?"

Zhuo Shaofan: "Who agreed to pay you?"

Song Zhao: ...

Seeing Song Zhao deflated, Zhuo Shaofan was in a good mood.

Zhuo Shaofan: "Okay, I'll show my kindness, as long as you can meet the requirements in the agreement, and be your Mrs. Zhuo peacefully, it's not impossible to pay a salary every month, five thousand, that's fine. "

As soon as Zhuo Shaofan finished speaking, Song Zhao still had a small calculation in his heart, five thousand a month, and sixty thousand a year, and the only requirement was that he be a good Mrs. Zhuo.

It's not difficult. Why don't you get [-] a year for nothing?

However, in the novel, aren't these domineering presidents on TV worth tens of thousands, millions or even tens of millions?How come he has shrunk greatly?

Zhuo Shaofan: "You don't like it? That's fine." Zhuo Shaofan said indifferently.

Song Zhao: "No, no, no, it's not too little, then this agreement, wait until I add the salary and then sign it?"

Zhuo Shaofan: "No need." Directly asked Secretary Peng to hand over a pen, and added an item to the agreement.

Song Zhao looked at Secretary Peng, he was probably a Jingdong cat, he had everything.

Zhuo Shaofan: "Look, you can sign it."

Song Zhao took it over and took a look, um, not to mention anything else, Zhuo Shaofan's handwriting is really good, as expected, his handwriting is just like his own.

Song Zhao signed his name on the back, and then Zhuo Shaofan got a share, he got a share, and he was ready to get up and go out when it was done.

Zhuo Shaofan: "Where are you going?"

Song Zhao was puzzled: "I'm going out to the company? Why, is there something else?"

Zhuo Shaofan didn't know why he called Song Zhao, but when he heard Song Zhao say he was going out, he immediately had an excuse: "I remember, you are a little famous star, right?"

Song Zhao smiled on his face, mmp in his heart, no matter how I am not famous, what does it matter to you?

Zhuo Shaofan: "Your circle, I don't tell you, you know it well, you have to remember, you are not alone now, you represent the Zhuo family, and everything you say and do outside must conform to your identity, and you can't give to Zhuo Shaofan. Shi smeared."

Song Zhao: "Don't worry, no one knows that I am from the Zhuo family. I guarantee that everything I say and do is in line with my identity." Song Zhao waved his hands indifferently, as long as they don't say it out loud, ghosts can associate the two of them together?

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When Song Zhao arrived at the company, the class just started, so he had to bend down and enter through the back door. The teacher who was lecturing just glanced at him and didn't say anything.

Song Zhao listened for a while, and what the teacher was talking about was crying. There are crying scenes in many dramas, and there are many moments in real life that make people want to cry. Whether it is sad or happy, crying is a common emotion.

However, it is not easy to perform a crying scene well. Some people can bring their feelings into it in a second, not only their own feelings, but also the audience's feelings. go in.

But some people's crying scenes are really just acting, and people can see the traces of acting at a glance.

Song Zhao, the teacher who gave the lecture, did not know him, but Song Zhao could not help being shocked when he saw the crying scene where the teacher changed three scenes in just one minute.

After two classes, Song Zhao listened with gusto and felt that he had gained a little.

After class, Chen Jing came to Song Zhao to see how Song Zhao was doing in class, afraid that he would not be as serious as before.

But who knew that Song Zhao was serious and took notes seriously, which relieved Chen Jing a lot. It seems that this kid really knows how to make progress, a good thing, a good thing.

After having a bland lunch with Chen Jing at the company, Song Zhaosheng went back with nothing to love.

However, after thinking about the snacks I was going to broadcast live at night, I became happy again. Isn't the food in this world delicious?That's ok, he'll do it.

It was still early to get home, Song Zhao went back to his room to take a bath, and when he was lying comfortably in the jacuzzi, Song Zhao suddenly thought of something, he obviously wanted to ask Zhuo Shaofan in the morning if he wanted to give him the master bedroom. I made room for it, but I didn't expect to forget about it when I was interrupted by the agreement.

Forget it, forget it, let's talk about it when Zhuo Shaofan comes back, wouldn't it be nice for him to enjoy the master bedroom more?

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhao turned on the live broadcast on time. The little guy was very curious, but he was sensible enough not to bother him. He moved a small stool and sat obediently to watch.

Song Zhao looked at the dozen or so viewers who came in just after the live broadcast, and smiled: "Good evening, everyone, have you had dinner? What we are going to make today is a snack—roasted gluten. I believe everyone will like it."

The author says:

Mr. Zhuo in the early stage: When you go out, you must pay attention to your image. Every move represents the Zhuo family, and you can't discredit the Zhuo family;

Mr. Zhuo in the later stage: Zhaozhao, you are bold to fly, and I will always be your solid backing;

Song Zhao: Gewuen