"I haven't seen you for a few days, you have grown up a lot!"
Father Lu was sarcastic and sarcastic towards his younger son.
Ever since this guy was pulled out of his position as the general manager of Xingyue Media, he has been being suppressed and doing nothing. Until now, the artists under him are basically out of business, and his old face is almost lost to him.
All done.
Lu Chenyu understood the meaning of his father's words and was too embarrassed to argue in front of his nephew and niece.
He could only lower his head with a look of helplessness, hold Mo Zizhong's little hand and move forward.
"Second uncle, is your head heavy?" Mo Zizhong blinked and asked him.
"What?" He asked with confusion and confusion.
"Second uncle's head must be very heavy, otherwise why wouldn't he be able to lift it up!" He said seriously to Long Qian behind him.
Long Qian hadn't spoken yet, but Long Bai beside him asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Second uncle's head doesn't look big, so why is it so heavy that I can't lift it up!"
"Because the second uncle's head was filled with water, it was so heavy that he couldn't lift his head up." Long Qian complained ruthlessly.
Zixun continued what Long Qian said: "Long Qian, what do you mean by this? Are you saying that there is water in the second uncle's head?"
After he finished speaking, he felt that this sentence seemed to be a bit of a curse, so he quickly covered his mouth and looked at Lu Chenyu: "Second uncle, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
But the three little girls clapped their hands behind them and laughed: "Second uncle has water in his head! Second uncle has water in his head!"
Looking at these cute babies who were so angry that they would not pay for their lives, Lu Chenyu almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He looked at Father Lu dissatisfied: "Dad, can you save some face for me in front of my nephews? I am also their second uncle after all. They don't respect me at all!"
Father Lu held the hands of his three little granddaughters with a loving look on his face, but when he looked up at Lu Chenyu, his face instantly turned cold and heartless.
"If you want people to respect you, you must first produce some results and take back the position of general manager of Xingyue Media!"
"..." Lu Chenyu shut up when he thought of the three immortal artists under him.
However, he suddenly remembered that Mo Zizhong and Long Qian seemed to have said that they would help him. These two people are villains, and their cleverness is the envy of adults. Maybe there is a way!
Thinking of this, he suddenly looked at Mo Zizhong and Long Qian with a smile on his face: "Dabao, Long Qian, is your schoolbag heavy? How about my second uncle help you carry it?"
Mo Zizhong and Long Qian stopped at the same time and took a step back.
"What is Second Uncle doing? Why are you smiling like a monster on TV!" Mo Zizhong whispered in Long Qian's ear.
Long Qian glanced at Lu Chenyu: "Second uncle, if you have anything to say, just say it. We are all a family, there is no need to be so hypocritical!"
Lu Chenyu sighed heavily in his heart. He was indeed the son of his eldest brother. Look at his blaming tone and the disdainful expression on his face. He was exactly the same as his eldest brother.
"Didn't you say a few days ago that you had a way to help me make my artists famous? You haven't forgotten it, have you?" He stared at Mo Zizhong and asked.
"Of course we have not forgotten it. We have already read the information you sent me." Mo Zizhong glanced at Long Qian and deliberately stopped mid-sentence.
"How's it going? Is there any way?" Lu Chenyu looked at the two little nephews expectantly.
Seeing that he, an adult, was asking for help from two children, Father Lu couldn't help but curl his lips: "Chen Yu, if I were you, I would kill you with a piece of tofu!"