Almighty Star Daddy

The first ray of morning light in Beidu shot into the window through the glass, Han Mo leaned back in the chair and stretched a long, lazy waist, moved his shoulders slightly, and leaned back into the chair. His gaze finally glanced at the computer screen, and without hesitation, he clicked send directly, and there was a hint of wisdom in his deep eyes.

Han Mo didn't sleep all night, his black pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes, he closed his eyes forcefully and rubbed his eyebrows lightly. The lack of sleep caused his body to be very tired, but his brain was still awake.

Han Mo suddenly opened his eyes, turned his wrist, and looked at the time. It was a bit early for Han Mo to go to the company, but if he went to see him, it would be just right now.

He gently walked to the door of the little guy's room, Xuanxuan was still doing the final roll before waking up, stretching her arms left and kicking her legs, big characters, one character, y character, all kinds of poses took turns to go into battle, Han Mo was just in small The guy stood in front of the door for a while, and already saw a variety of sleeping positions, the changes are unpredictable, the shape is beautiful, and the sleeping appearance is probably unique.

A smile couldn't help but climbed up to the corner of Han Mo's mouth, he couldn't help but looked at it a few more times, shook his head helplessly, and turned to leave.

Because I left early today and didn't have time to send Xuanxuan to kindergarten, Han Mo wanted to inform the child's grandparents.

Chen Yuehong knew that her son hadn't slept all night, but at the same time she knew that her son must be busy with important work. When she went to the toilet, she would look inside Han Mo's room every time she passed by, just to see if the light in her son's room was still on. , speculate whether he is sleeping.

The old lady didn't do anything else that night. She went to the toilet. Every time she wanted to knock on the door to remind her son to sleep, but she was afraid of disturbing Han Mo's work. She raised her hand to the door and dropped it again. He got up, repeatedly, hesitated and struggled for a whole night, but in the end he didn't knock on the door, but he also stayed up all night.

"Mom, didn't you sleep yesterday? Your eyes are bloodshot." Han Mo wanted to tell Chen Yuehong that he had to leave first, and that he would leave breakfast and deliver the child to them, but he saw it at first sight. Chen Yuehong looked tired.

"I drank too much water before going to bed yesterday, and I didn't sleep well." Chen Yuehong made up a random reason. She couldn't say that she didn't sleep well because she pretended to go to the toilet one night, in order to peek at whether Han Mo was sleeping.

Han Mo didn't feel anything when he stayed up late, but his mother couldn't stay up late because she was too old. He said with concern, "Don't drink too much water before going to bed in the future, it will affect the quality of sleep. You should rest at home during the day today."

Although Chen Yuehong threw a little panic in front of her son, she still felt warm when she heard her son's concern, and nodded again and again, "I won't drink water before going to bed in the future, it's okay, it's okay."

Han Mo told his mother a few more words before leaving.

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Zhang Liguo's eyes moved quickly on the computer screen,

A white towel was draped around his neck, the hand holding one end of the towel paused, and the movement of wiping sweat stopped abruptly.

He glanced quickly without blinking, his two hands subconsciously landed on the desk, suddenly holding the signature pen for a while, then loosening it again, the eyebrows sometimes narrowed slightly, sometimes stretched.

At this moment, Zhang Liguo is completely attracted by the scene presented by the text, and he is deeply immersed in it. He has read the script all the year round, and has long developed the habit of reading ten lines at a time, but now he does not want to leave a single word, for fear of missing an important plot.

The plot was at a critical moment, Zhang Liguo kept scrolling down, but the page stopped at the last line and could no longer move.

"No?" Zhang Liguo still didn't believe in evil. He kept clicking the next page, and the screen kept prompting that it was the last page.

Zhang Liguo spat in his heart, and this out of context should be interrupted.

I just came back from the morning run and saw the email I received in the mailbox. I just opened it casually, but I didn't expect it to be such a good book.

After a casual glance, he was fascinated. He didn't wipe off his sweat, and he didn't return his clothes. He read all the manuscripts in a solid way. At this moment, he just wanted to know who sent the manuscript, but the sender only wrote two letters, hm. There are no other clues.

"hm?" Zhang Liguo went through the names of all the famous screenwriters in the country, but couldn't find anyone with two letters.

Zhang Liguo quickly called the assistant director, "Search me for all the screenwriters in the country. Are there any names related to hm? Yes, now, immediately, immediately, hurry up."

Finding a person based on just two letters limits the group of screenwriters, but it is too difficult. He said a little embarrassedly, "Does Director Zhang have any other clues? Your two letters are too abstract."

"No, just these two letters. If you don't find this person, you won't need to find me." He hung up the phone.

Zhang Liguo knew the meaning of this script too well. He guessed that this part in his hand may be only a small part of the whole long story. There are still many foreshadowings that have not been unfolded. This small part is enough to attract him crazy.

I just thought "Legend of the Red Concubine" was very good, very novel, and completely different from other TV series, but after reading this story, the previous "Legend of the Red Concubine" couldn't be watched at all.

Zhang Liguo turned to the first page again and read it again. Many of the works were also very exciting, but he could only read it once, and then he would feel boring, but he was surprised to find that even if he had just read the story, he immediately read the first The second time is still deeply attracted, as if there is magic, and I don't want to miss a word.

No one knows better than Zhang Liguo what a good script means to a director.

He had to find the person who emailed him, he had to find him.

Suddenly Zhang Liguo's cell phone rang with the assistant director's name beating on it, and he answered the call immediately.

"Have you found it? Do you know who it is?" Zhang Liguo said excitedly.

"No, no. I have read all the screenwriters that have been recorded, and there is nothing related to these two letters. Where did you come from? Is there any error in the information?" the assistant director asked strangely .

"There will be no mistake. If it is not in the screenwriter, you will continue to expand the scope and be sure to find it for me." Zhang Liguo said in a commanding tone.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the sender carefully, his eyebrows twisted into twists, he wanted to know who the sender of the email was, and he wanted to know the next plot. This was the first time Zhang Liguo read the script, right? With critical eyes, but with the mind of a reader.

Zhang Liguo kept muttering, hm, hm...

When Han Mo walked into the elevator, he had already inquired about Zhang Liguo's schedule and knew that he had the habit of running every morning, and then went directly to the studio, so Han Mo sent the first draft to Zhang Liguo early in the morning.

At this moment, Zhang Liguo was still chanting words, repeating two letters, and suddenly Han Mo stood at the door of his office, which really startled him.

"Director Zhang, hello." Han Mo walked up to Zhang Liguo and took the initiative to extend his hand to Zhang Liguo who was stunned.

Although Zhang Liguo only works as a director and has little contact with singers, but Han Mo is really hot in his search for a good voice. Now there are very few people in the circle who don't know him. Zhang Liguo naturally knows Han Mo, but he wonders why Han Mo does. Appearing in his own office, the two of them had no interaction at all.

"Han Mo? Hello, hello."

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