"What nonsense are you talking about?" Qingxia said feebly, with some kind of desire in her eyes.

"Where is Niannian?" Zhao Hong didn't see his precious daughter, so he couldn't help but ask.

"She just fell asleep." Qingxia said softly.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go into the bedroom." After Zhao Hong finished speaking, he picked up Qingxia and walked towards his bedroom here.

As for Qingxia, she also hugged Zhao Hong's neck tightly, her eyes full of expectation. She had not had that for a long time.

…

When Zhao Hong returned home with Qingxia and her daughter in the evening, grandma hugged Niannian at first sight.

At this time, Qingxia's cheeks were rosy, her eyes were full of waves, and her mood was particularly comfortable, but her legs were shaking a little.

My sister and Yazhi also came back in the evening, the family was lively again, and grandma's face was full of smiles.

"Haha, it's been a long time since we've been together as a family, so it's good to have some fun!"

"Axia, you have to stay at home for a few more days!"

Grandma said with a kind face during dinner.

This is what she wants as she gets older.

Qingxia glanced at Zhao Hong and said, "Okay, grandma, I miss you too, little one!"

"Nian Nian, this child is very cute." Grandma saw Nian Nian laughing non-stop in the nanny's arms, and she quickly came to hug her.

As long as this little guy is at home, grandma's eyes will only be on her, and Fanfan and Wenwen will wish themselves well!

"Huh, Hong, do you think Wenwen can go to kindergarten?" She gasped and said to Zhao Hong after Zhao Hong and Yazhi tidied up in the evening.

Bo~~

"What are you talking about? Wenwen is not even two years old. What can he learn in school?"

"At least I won't mention this until I'm four years old."

Zhao Hong said after giving him a kiss.

He found that the little guy Wenwen was very smart. Although he was less than two years old, he could already identify the amount of money in his hands. My father was very happy about this, thinking that he would have a successor in the family in the future.

In addition to handling bank matters, Dad is currently paying attention to the next generation of the family. He has high hopes for Wenwen and Fanfan.

Especially Wenwen, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the grandson of Lao Zhao, Lao Dou has the highest expectations for him.

"But Fanfan is about to be sent to kindergarten by my sister." Yazhi said gently leaning on Zhao Hong's chest.

"Haha, Fanfan is almost four years old, how old is our baby?" Zhao Hong said nonchalantly.

He then said gently: "Don't talk about the children, are you used to filming these days?"

"It's very good. I feel very comfortable. I thought I was a little rusty after not filming for a long time. But after I started shooting, it went very smoothly. I feel very comfortable performing in front of the camera."

"I found that I still like acting. It seems that I will make a guest appearance from time to time in the future. If you have a good script, you must think of me!"

Yazhi said very excitedly.

"Azhi, why don't you bring the costume back tomorrow..." Zhao Hong whispered several words in her ear in a low voice. The more he spoke, the more excited he became.

"Bad guy, don't even think about it!" Yazhi blushed and spat at Zhao Hong.

"Azhi, you're not good! I'm going to punish you!"

…

The next night, Zhao Hong saw a White Snake costume and it felt really different.

After Zhao Hong returned to Xiangjiang, he paid attention to the crew of "The Wind". He found that he still overestimated the speed of the crew's preparations. Seeing this situation, it would be postponed for another week.

He was helpless about it.

April 10th

That night, Zhao Hong finally finished writing the novel "Da Ming Jiang Hu". After finishing writing, he immediately threw the computer mouse out of the window.

It’s so tortured that it took him almost two years to write this novel, two years!

When he first started writing, he was full of motivation, but he became a little tired as he wrote. Several times in the middle, he thought about just giving up, but out of a sense of unwillingness to admit defeat, there were also Mr. Jin, Gu Long and a group of other writers.

With their full support, I would be sorry for them if I gave up.

You must know that he had emptied all their writing skills, and they taught them all to him without reservation, which made him heavy.

Writing this novel is already a mission, it brings together all the essence of many martial arts writers.

Fortunately I didn't give up.

After he threw the mouse away, he felt indescribably relaxed and happy!
Chapter completed!