Almighty Star Daddy

the next day

The winter in Beidu is a bit chilly. According to the little guy, the sun in winter is like her, and she likes to stay in bed, so the time to climb into the sky is much later than in summer.

The little guy was wearing thick winter clothes and holding his father's big hand, he was a little bulky. Because Chen Yuehong was afraid that her precious granddaughter would catch a cold, she wrapped the little guy like a zongzi. The little guy had a round face, and with a slightly bloated pink padded jacket, he swayed when he walked, like a Cute little penguin.

"Dad, can Xuanxuan continue to watch the TV series tonight?" The little guy opened his eyes wide and looked at Han Mo, his curled eyelashes flickering.

Han Mo really wanted to stop the little guy from watching TV shows, because two episodes of TV shows are obviously a bit long for such a young child. Usually, when the little guy watches cartoons, Han Mo will let her watch it regularly and quantitatively, but it won't work for a while. But this time, the little guy didn't want to watch cartoons, but watched TV series played by his mother and father, and he could understand the child's mood. In fact, the content is not what the little guy likes. Han Mo guessed that she might get tired of watching it for two days, so she won't read it again.

Han Mo hesitated for a moment, then pinched the little guy's face, "Okay, but Xuanxuan needs to get up and do some activities during the advertising time." Because yesterday, the little guy was just like his grandparents, he didn't move a single step, and he persisted until two days. He reluctantly left the sofa after all the episodes and TV series were finished. Han Mo hoped that during the advertising time, the children's eyes could rest.

The little guy, the chick, nodded at the rice, and then took his father's big hand and jumped towards the kindergarten.

Chen Yuehong is going to tidy up the house before going out to dance. The house is actually not messy. Han Mo has a habit of tidying up whenever he wants, whether it is at work or cooking at home.

Therefore, whether it is the kitchen that was just used in the morning or the living room, they are kept as clean as they were, and the only thing that needs to be cleaned up is the little guy's room.

Han Mo got up early to cook, and then busy with the children and sent the little guy to school. He didn't have time to clean up the little guy's room. Chen Yuehong decided to choose the little guy's bed after checking multiple rooms and couldn't find a place where she needed to start.

Just after folding the quilt, Chen Yuehong's cell phone rang rapidly, and the cell phone was still on the coffee table in the living room. She hurried to the living room to answer the call.

"Old Chen, why haven't you come yet? You didn't read the message we sent in the group yesterday." Zhang Chun'e from the dance team spoke loudly, and the hurried voice came through the receiver.

Chen Yuehong was stunned for a moment. She had put her mobile phone on the coffee table after watching the TV series yesterday.

"I didn't check my phone yesterday,

What's wrong? "Chen Yuehong asked casually, a little puzzled.

Zhang Chun'e thought that it was not something that could be said in a sentence or two, and urged, "Come on quickly, we are all here, we will wait for you, and we will talk about it when we come."

Hanging up the phone, Chen Yuehong hurriedly flipped through yesterday's information, and when she saw it, she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

The old sisters of their dance team have a chat group. Because they meet every day, they will say anything in person. Unless there is a notification type announced in the group, the chat group is generally static, and occasionally someone sends one or two to the grandson. The link to the granddaughter's vote, so Chen Yuehong didn't pay attention to the dynamics in the group. At a glance, there were hundreds of messages.

"The Legend of Zhen Huan has begun, come and watch."

"I'm watching, I'm watching."

The first few messages were messages from everyone shouting in the group to watch the TV series. Chen Yuehong directly scrolled down and glanced at the time slot. During the broadcast, the group was very quiet. Maybe everyone was attracted by the plot at that time like myself, but only occasionally There were one or two messages in the group, but no one participated in the chat anymore. The real peak of information started after the broadcast of "The Legend of Zhen Huan", that is, when Chen Yuehong took the little guy to take a bath.

"I saw the list of cast members. The producers and screenwriters are Yuehong's sons."

"I watched it, and there are also directors and editors in the subtitles at the back."

"Old Chen's son is amazing. I heard that he can sing before. Why did he start a TV series? His name is in a row. I was dazzled by it."

"People started to come to the community to promote it. When I saw the name of Lao Chen's son, I thought it was the same name and surname, but I didn't expect it to be him."

At that time, because Han Mo participated in the directing and editing work, Meng Sifei wanted to add Han Mo's name, and Han Mo went with him. The result is that the producer, Han Mo; the screenwriter, Han Mo; the director, Han Mo; the editor, Han Mo; the starring, Han Mo.

It's all Han Mo...

Originally, the names of the cast members appeared quickly, and the scrolls were usually fleeting, but Han Mo appeared so frequently that people who knew him could see it at a glance, and then ignored everyone else.

In the group, new news continued to pop up, almost all of them were asking why Chen Yuehong didn't join the dance team, and some were still saying sourly, "Is it because my son won't come out to dance and play with everyone."

"How could it be? Maybe it's just to celebrate her son's achievements. "The Legend of Zhen Huan" was really written by her son, so there are indeed two strokes."

"I heard from my daughter that Han Mo has written fairy tales and poems before, so it's not surprising that he can be a screenwriter."

"You don't understand that. Writing a script is not the same as writing a fairy tale."

Those who are still actively talking in the district at the moment are usually in a good relationship with Chen Yuehong. Those who are really jealous will only be silent at the moment, and are not willing to praise other people's sons at all. After all, this age is compared to children. No one wants their proud child to be compared by others.

Comparisons and wars between women have existed since ancient times, and have nothing to do with age and age. They can compare clothes, shoes, jewelry, work, body, beauty, husbands, and of course sons...

Chen Yuehong was in a hurry to go out, but suddenly, as if thinking of something, she stopped again, with a proud smile on her lips, turned back to the room, opened the closet, turned her coat back and forth, and finally chose a red cashmere coat. I put it on my body, and I took a photo left and right in front of the full-length mirror for a while. I made sure my shape was perfect and my image was perfect, so I walked out of the house with a small bag.

Chen Yuehong has a cheerful personality. She has been very familiar with the neighbors in the community for a few months after living here. As soon as she entered the elevator, her neighbor, Lao Wang, who lives upstairs, quickly helped hold down the elevator, "Oh, I read the Legend of Zhen Huan yesterday. , is your son's screenwriter." Lao Wang said earnestly.

Chen Yuehong pursed her lips and smiled, and raised her chin subconsciously, "Yes, my son is not only a screenwriter, but also a producer."

Pharaoh was surprised, because when someone came to the community for publicity in the early stage, everyone saw the name of the screenwriter of the work. At that time, there was a discussion in the community that the screenwriter was Han Mo. When watching "The Legend of Zhen Huan" yesterday, the title and screenwriter The name appeared at the same time, and it really was written by Han Mo.

It's just that he didn't know that even the producer was Han Mo. Although the old man couldn't figure out what the producer made, and he didn't read the opening and ending music, the producer sounded amazing. He quickly repeated in surprise, "Oh, it's still a producer."

Chen Yuehong covered her mouth and said with a smile, "Yes, my son is not only a screenwriter, but also a producer, the director, he was also included in the editing, if I hadn't been reminded that I didn't see it, the credits at the end of the film are connected with It's all his name."

Being both a screenwriter and a producer, it's already amazing, but there are more directors and editors. Old Wang is too old and can't react a bit. At this time, when he reached the first floor, the elevator door just opened, and Chen Yuehong raised her chest and raised her head. Walking out of the elevator, Pharaoh stood behind the elevator and muttered softly, "Producer, screenwriter, director, editing... It's amazing."

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