Chapter 1092

Zhou hanruo's idea is bold, but it is not impossible.

She said as she sat behind the big class table, turning her carbon pen.

"Little sweet" is a hot IP. It's already hot enough. It doesn't need to be over hyped. Considering the traffic, Zhou Kai is already a traffic star and doesn't need to be supported by a female host. In this case, we might as well use new people boldly, but it is easy to attract the public and become the focus of attention and discussion.

Another point is that the new actors' pay is low, which can save a lot of money for post production and improve the quality and texture of the film.

Of course, I'm a layman. These are just my personal opinions. I need your advice more. "

Zhou hanruo and Su Jing talk, always very polite and polite, Su Jing smiled, nodded: "what you say is very feasible, I agree."

"For the time being, let the protagonist take the publicity poster first, and the public relations department cooperate with the official publicity and carry out the early publicity." With Zhou hanruo finished, he put the information into his handbag and took down the coat of windbreaker which was hung aside.

"Leave work early?" Su Jing asked.

"Well." Zhou hanruo nodded and said with a smile, "I can't rest assured that a man will bring children at home."

Su Jing's eyes widened in amazement, and shock and doubt would flow out of his eyes.

Zhou hanruo is a woman of Tang Dynasty, which is obvious. When Tang Jiyang transferred her to Zhou hanruo as a pawn, he could hardly tell the relationship between them.

But Su Jing's news is so clever, and Tang Jiyang has never heard of children. Zhou hanruo has just returned from abroad, and few people know if he has a marriage history. Is it Zhou hanruo and other people's children? How much does Tang Jiyang love her, will be willing to raise children for other men.

Though full of doubts, Su Jing is a smart man and knows what to ask and what not to ask.

"It's not reliable for men to have children." Su Jing just chimed in.

Zhou hanruo drove home. As soon as he entered the door, he heard Tongtong's happy laughter.

Tang Jiyang picked up his son from the floor and was going to wash his hands in the bathroom. Zhou hanruo came back.

Seeing his mother, Tong Tong immediately wriggled his little body out of Tang Jiyang's arms and rushed into Zhou hanruo's arms like a small shell.

"Mom."

Zhou hanruo squatted down and scraped the tip of his son's nose with a smile. "How can you make it look like a kitten?"

Tong Tong's hands and clothes are covered with pigments. Even his little face is rubbed with a piece of red pigment. Then look at Tang Jiyang standing in the center of the living room. His white shirt is also rubbed with red, green and green, which directly turns into a flower shirt.

Not only the two of them, the sofa, curtain and floor in the living room, were not spared.

Zhou hanruo can't help reaching for his forehead. It's not reliable for a man to take his children. It's just special.

Zhou hanruo changed his shoes, took off his coat, and led Tong Tong into the house. "Big cat and little cat, go to wash them."

Tang Jiyang reaches out his hand to hold Tongtong and turns around in situ. The little guy hugs his father's neck and giggles again.

"Kitty, go to the bath with dad." Tang Jiyang, holding his son, walked directly into the bathroom.

Then there was a clattering of water in the bathroom.

Zhou hanruo went into the cloakroom, changed the household clothes, and then found the clothes for their father and son.

She took her clothes and went to the bathroom door. She reached for the door and knocked, "Jiyang, have you finished?"

"No." Tongtong said in a crisp voice.

"Well, I left the change at the door." Zhou hanruo packed his clothes in a bag and hung them on the doorknob of the bathroom. Then he went downstairs to help Sister Li pick vegetables.

When the food is on the table, Tang Jiyang and Tong Tong have not come downstairs.

Zhou hanruo knocked on the bathroom door again, "haven't you washed it yet? Do you want to help? "

"Boat, come in." Tang Jiyang's voice came from the bathroom.

Zhou hanruo pushes the door into the bathroom, and Tang Jiyang is helping Tong Tong get dressed.

The bathroom is in a mess. The water in the bathtub overflows on the ground. The baby's toiletries are scattered around the bathtub. All the toys in the bathtub are lying on the ground. It can be described as a tragedy.

A big man, for the first time to bathe his children, can't avoid being in a hurry. Zhou hanruo watched him clumsily dress Tongtong and couldn't help bending his lips.

Zhou hanruo helped him to dress the baby together, then went downstairs with the little guy in his arms and handed him over to Sister Li.

Then, Zhou hanruo went into the bathroom again and planned to clean up the battlefield.

When she pushed the door into the bathroom, Tang Jiyang just took off his coat, revealing his strong hardcover chest. Zhou hanruo's cheeks were slightly red, and he lowered his head subconsciously. "You wash them first, and I'll clean them later."

She turned to go, but Tang Jiyang held her arm. He pressed her against one side of the wall with a little force.

The walls are inlaid with decorative tiles, which feel cold. Zhou hanruo reached out to his chest, blushed, and looked up at him.

Tang Jiyang raised his lips and smiled with a trace of evil spirit. "Wash together?"

"Stop it..." Zhou Hanru's lips were sealed as soon as he resisted.

Four lips are close to each other, and the kiss is gentle and lingering.

Zhou hanruo's arm just wrapped around his neck, he heard the sound of scratching the door outside the bathroom, then the sound of clapping the door, and then the sound of Tong Tong's milk, "Mom, mom, open the door, have a meal."

It turned out that the little guy went upstairs to ask his mother to eat, because he was short, he couldn't open the door, and the urgent thing was to scratch and pat the door.

Tang Jiyang's body slightly stiff for a while, rather helplessly let go of her, turn around to open the door.

When the bathroom door opened, the little guy rushed in and hugged Zhou hanruo's thigh directly. "Mom, hold."

Zhou hanruo picked up his son from the ground and took him out of the bathroom. Looking back at Tang Jiyang, he said with a smile: "darling, wash yourself and go downstairs after washing."

Although Tang Jiyang didn't have too much expression on his face, he had a grievance from head to toe.

After dinner, Tong Tong happily pulls Zhou hanruo to enjoy the great works he and his father painted together.

The two-and-a-half-year-old can't hold the pen stably. Of course, he can't be expected to draw anything. The drawing board is basically painted by Tang Jiyang. Tang Shao doesn't know how to draw. He just doodles. Tong Tong helps him a little. So the whole picture looks Some of them are horrible.

A large red sun, crooked clouds, square houses, and a mass of things, can't see what it is.

Although the picture is horrible, Zhou hanruo can't beat the enthusiasm of both father and son. He can only disobey his heart and nod his head and praise, "Tongtong painting is very good. It's awesome. Come on."

Tongtong was exaggerated, beautiful, tender and tender fingers pointing to the fuzzy things on the screen and said, "Mom, mom."

Zhou hanruo: "..."

She turned to look at Tang Jiyang. "You mustn't tell me. It's me who painted this black picture."

Tang Jiyang smiled and congealed her deeply. "You can see that it's you. Are you beautiful?"