After eating dinner at night and coaxing Jin Mo to sleep, Fang Yiai finally had time to call her husband.

"Husband, it's weird that Momo is the most entertaining. She has been arguing not to go to kindergarten before, but now she seems to be particularly looking forward to it."

"She is a child's character. I think many children in the kindergarten play with her, and they have common interests and hobbies. It's nothing, don't worry."

Writer Lin has been outside these days as the director chooses actors, and her new work has been changed into a script. Originally, she refused the invitation to choose an actor. After all, Fang Yiai was busy at work and she was basically taking care of the children. However, due to the director’s kindness and difficulty, she had to agree, because the performance of the actor can be said to determine a play. The success or failure of her Lin Zikui's original work cannot be destroyed.

Fortunately, it is not particularly difficult for Jin Mo to go to kindergarten. Fang Yiai picks up and drops off to and from get off work, and can watch cartoons with the little guy at night. But for the sake of safety, Her Majesty the Queen went back to live in the Fangzhai. The old people wanted such a good thing to come every day, just such a single seedling, they liked it very much.

"Maybe, let's not talk about it, when will you come back? It's been more than half a month, why does it take so long to choose an actor every time?"

She started acting coquettish again, and Fang Yiai's unwillingness can be heard, but this is no way. Once Lin Zikui's book is adapted into a TV series, it will surely set off a wave of actor selection in China, and it will basically go everywhere. Well-known film and television academies select new actors, and if these college students can be selected by writer Lin, it will be a trivial success.

"It's going to be done soon, and you will be back next week. You behave, don't be too tired at work."

"Well, I know, what are you worried about when I eat and drink at home, you must have not eaten properly. If you have a bad stomach, you can't be hungry. You must go to bed early at night."

"Well, my aunt, you say it three times a day, I know it." Lin Zikui shook his head helplessly on the phone. Boss Fang made three calls a day, chatting in the morning, afternoon and evening. , I sigh that this mother is really different from before, but writer Lin is not too sweet in his heart.

"I know you still can't remember! What should you say to me in the end."

"Love you, and then I will keep a distance from the young girls."

"Well, yes, give you a perfect score for your performance tonight, I love you too."

"good……"

Fang Yiai likes to be far away from Lin Zikui, and can only use the phone to convey his thoughts. This thoughtful and lost feeling is the most disturbing, uncomfortable and sweet. It should be a condiment to enhance feelings.

Hung up the phone and went upstairs to Jin Mo's room, trying to see if the little guy had kicked the quilt or something, but he heard the noise of his daughter coming from the next room.

"Momo is so late, you have come to quarrel with grandpa and grandma again!" a

Walked into my parents' room and looked at Fang's parents who were playing with Jinmo.

"Parents, don't get used to her too much. If you don't sleep at night, you just know how to play."

"Okay, okay, Jin Mo is so happy to let her play for a while. Your dad and I are enjoying family happiness."

"That's right, Lin Zikui has been occupying my granddaughter, and he hasn't settled with her yet!"

Fang's mother, Fang's father, was afraid that Fang Yi would talk about his precious granddaughter, and hurriedly took care of it. In fact, it's not surprising that the old people are veterans of spoiling children.

Her Majesty the Queen had no choice but to obediently in front of her parents, and then sat on the side of the bed, and the little guy crawled over, threw herself into her mother’s arms, put her arms around Fang Yiai’s neck, and put a finger on herself. On her lips: "Shhhhhhhhhhh, mother hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Several adults were puzzled by this behavior, Fang Yiai sat on her lap with Jin Mo's little **** in her arms, and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean, baby?"

"Mom, don't tell Dad!" a

.

"Ha ha ha ha... Do you still know that you are going to spank your **** a lot? Little bad guy..." Turning his head down to kiss the little guy's face, the strange spirit followed Lin Zikui's bastard.

The cute little granddaughter also amused Fang's mother and Fang's father next to her. The two old men were laughing endlessly.

Unexpectedly, the little guy turned around and threw himself into Fang's arms, yelling constantly: "Grandpa wants to protect Momo. I'm very afraid of Grandpa, so I don't dare to hit Momo's butt."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The old people continued to laugh, but Fang Yiai seemed to have a stiff face, Lin Zikui, how obvious are you usually! Even your girl can see it!

...

"Mom, got up," the genius lit up dimly, and Lin Jinmo jumped out of her bed, wearing a pink little inner and a little white T-shirt, slapped into Fang Yiai's room.

"What's wrong with Momo?"

The beauty who was still asleep was abruptly awakened by her daughter. She opened her dim sleepy eyes firmly, raised her body slightly with her elbow, and nervously asked Lin Jinmo who was standing by the bed.

"Mum, it's dawn, it's time to go to kindergarten, get up soon."

Turning to look at the dimly lit sky, I grabbed the alarm clock on the bedside, "The baby doesn't get until 6 o'clock, and you don't go to school until 8 o'clock."

She was right, Jin Mo really did not behave right, Lin Zikui still said what is Jin Mo having fun with his peers, then this is a little too happy!

Worried that her daughter would catch a cold, Fang Yiai got up and lay the little guy in her arms.

One big and one small heads next to each other, whispering in a whisper: "Momo tells mom why he likes kindergarten so much?"

"Because there are fish in the kindergarten?"

"Yuyu?" The name is too strange, Fang Yiai never thought it was a personal name, thinking that her daughter liked your little fish in kindergarten or something.

"Yes," the little guy seemed very excited about these two words, sitting up and starting to dance around in his mother's arms.

"Yuyu looks good. She doesn't care about other children who want to play with her, she just cares about me. Coco Coco, her mother is also beautiful, just as beautiful as your mother."

"...You...oh...you mean Yuyu is a little girl as cute as you, right?" It suddenly dawned on her that she was a kid, whose name was really strange.

"Hmm, I will marry Yuyu when I grow up, and I will marry Yuyu as a wife!" The more I talked, the more excited I got, and I just stood on the bed and jumped for joy, waving my little hands and feet in the air.

"...Marry her..." Looking at the baby who was completely out of control, Fang Yiai was completely awake now. She was arguing about marrying when she was only three years old. She felt it necessary to talk to Lin Zikui. This is it!

...

Tossing around and tossing around, time is almost up, waiting for my daughter to brush her teeth, wash her face and eat breakfast. Before the car stopped at the school gate, she saw her daughter beckoning to the little girl in a black nanny car: "Yuyu , Yuyu, Yuyu, I am here."

After speaking, Fang Yiai couldn't wait to let Fang Yiai open the door for her, and climbed out of the car.

"Baby don't run, be careful, don't fall."

Hurrying to get out of the car with Jin Mo, Fang Yiai told her that she was afraid that her beloved baby would fall.

In the nanny car in the distance, the girl called "Yuyu" was picked up by her mother.

Mu Baiwei watched the little girl in the distance running towards her daughter excitedly, and hurriedly put her daughter down.

As soon as Lin Jinmo saw Yuyu, he ran over and gave a big hug. The two beautiful and fat little girls and the little ones hugged awkwardly. It was a picture of love and warmth.

"I'm sorry."

Fang Yi'ai who followed up nodded apologetically to Mu Baiwei in front of him.

"It's nothing, your daughter is very cute."

Both of them are graceful, with orchid fragrance and reserved speech. It's rare to meet a woman who can compare favorably with them. The pride factor in their hearts is at work, and they both start to look at each other secretly.

Mu Baiwei was the goddess of the nation, and no one would not know her from an 80-year-old to a three-year-old. Fang Yiai is a well-known beauty president in China. Although not as well-known as Mu Baiwei, she is a leader in the business world, a wealthy and powerful diamond aristocrat.

Although the two have never been in direct contact, they are still very familiar. I have seen it in magazines and newspapers.

"Miss Mu is very happy to meet you."

"Miss Fang is polite."

...

After sending her daughter to school, Fang Yiai just entered the company and called Lin Zikui as soon as she entered the office: "Lin Zikui, would you like to call me?"

Her majesty's angry voice came, and she could hear her with a hint of tolerance, and Writer Lin felt that if she didn't give an explanation, Fang Yiai would not give up today.

"Oh, I was too busy to forget!"

"What did you say?!"

It was full of threats. When Her Majesty was about to open her mouth to teach others, she was interrupted by the sudden thought and knocking on the door. She put down the tone in her heart, and sternly warned: "My secretary is looking for me to wait a minute, and you are not allowed to hang up!" "

Put the phone on the table, immediately fade away the anger in the tone, and change into the formula: "Come in."

In response, the door was pushed open handsomely. With a large bouquet of roses in his hand, Writer Lin stepped slenderly into the door and stood still: "My wife, my flowers are here."

There was excitement and touch in her eyes. It only took a moment to go from anger to happiness. Without holding back her smiling face, Fang Yiai laughed while sitting on the boss chair.

But he still said: "It's still so tacky for so many years!"