Ye Qiang: “If there is anything you are not used to, you must tell your mother! ”

Nie Tangxiao: “Okay. ”

Then, Ye Zheng doesn't know what to say or do.

Isn't she too good for her mother?

“By the way, Dom, I'll get you some fruit! ”

Ye Zheng hurried to the kitchen.

“Master, if you need anything, I'll be ready!” The fat man immediately opened his mouth with enthusiasm.

Ye Qiang: “No, just give me an apple. ”

“All right, all right.” Fatty immediately picked one of the prettiest for Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng picked up the apple, took a fruit knife and went back to the table.

“Tang Tang, Mommy peeled you! ”

Ye Zheng finished by carving the apple in the shape of a tiny rabbit, one by one, according to the way he had seen it on the Internet in his memory, and then placed one by one on a white porcelain bowl.

A little rabbit circles around and looks so funny and cute.

“Hall, eat the fruit! ”

Nietang Xiao looked at the fruit cut into the shape of a little rabbit, and his face seemed a little complicated, "Mom, I'm not a two- or three-year-old. ”

Ye Qiang: “…”

Uh... so, aren't you a child at 4 or 5 years old...

“Well, don't you like it?” Ye Qiang was somewhat disappointed.

Nie Tangxiao: “It's just not necessary. ”

“Oh...” Ye Zhuang even pulled his head off.

Looking at the loss of Ye Zheng, Nietang looked somber.

Ye Zheng laid down on the table without a scratch. “Mom suddenly thinks she's useless... nothing can be done for you...”

The look on the little guy's face became more aggravated and seemed to encounter some sort of puzzle.

I don't know how long it's been since the little guy squeezed his lips and then reached out his little hand and gently touched Ye Zheng's head: “Mom's doing great. ”

“Really?” Ye's head suddenly lifted up like a sunflower brush.

Nietang Xiao picked up a little rabbit and said, "Well, I love it. ”

Ye Xiaoyu passed the sunshine, “That's good, eat more, eat more fruit is good for your health! ”

Seeing Ye Qiang regained his spirit, the little guy seemed to relieve himself easily, “Hmm. ”

A dining room in Tetu.

Tan Zhenxin sooner or later came back to find me. ”

Under the eyelids of the man opposite the table is a heavy black eye, full of tiredness, “I can write another script for you, but please give me back The Line of Life and Death. ”

Tan Zhenxin smiled softly, “Ha, if you said that before, it would be fine, but now, that's not what we talked about! ”

Xu Lin's fingers were squeezed into fists and his teeth were bitten. "I can never pay for it, nor should I have the right to sign it. Please give me back the" Front Line of Life and Death ". I have signed this film with other companies, and I cannot let them suffer for me! ”

Tan Zhenxin shook his head and showed sympathy, “Xu Lin, you are just as naive, don't you know now?

"The Front Line of Life and Death" is mine, and every piece of your future work is mine... and you, you have no right to bargain with me at all! ”

Tan Zhenxin's face is full of bullies. If Xu Lin doesn't want to lose his reputation, he can only be a cow for the rest of his life...