Chapter 285

The faces of the children sent to kindergarten by their parents are filled with happy smiles. The children haven't seen each other for a few days and miss them more.

"Yuxuan, you are also in hospital. Why didn't I see you?" Xiaohu said foolishly and asked questions all over his face.

Ruirui ran over and said, "I'm still in hospital and I didn't see Xuanxuan."

The little guy glanced at the two little friends and said in an adult tone, "you didn't ask me which hospital I live in. There are so many hospitals in the north. How can I meet if I don't live in the same one?"

Mengmeng giggled, but Ruirui and Xiaohu were suddenly enlightened. They subconsciously thought that there was only one hospital, and they didn't think there was another one.

The tiger scratched the back of the round head.

Ruirui has a blank expression.

Meng Meng just laughed.

Xuanxuan blinked, proud that she knew more than her friends.

The four friends all talked about their experiences in the hospital, did some strange tests, and gave a few bottles of drops. Of course, when children describe, they will exaggerate.

"Every day, such a big bottle of medicine is injected into my body through a small tube." Ruirui straightened his arms and made a big arc, and then mysteriously performed his infusion process with everyone.

If other children have not been ill and have not had the same infusion, they may be cheated by ruiruirui's exaggerated description, but the children have been injected, so they can't be compared by ruiruirui subconsciously. We use more exaggerated description to describe their medicine bottles.

For a time, all the children were subjected to non-human treatment, forced into bed and injected into medicine bottles larger than their own bodies.

"Listen to my mother. We're going to perform again." Mengmeng likes singing and dancing best. She is very keen on program performance. The little girl has good physical coordination. Every time the teacher arranges dance, she is the first to learn.

Xiaohu is not very keen on performing programs, but this morning he heard his mother say that parents have to perform programs all morning. In the past, children performed to parents. This is the first time to see his mother worry about the programs, so Xiaohu was deeply impressed.

Xiaohu smiled and said, "my mother is also preparing the program at home."

"What? Adults also want to perform? " Mengmeng's eyes widened unexpectedly.

"Yes, my mother is still worried about what to perform today." Xiaohu added.

Xuanxuan remembered that the conversation between Xiaohu's mother and her father in the morning seemed to be discussing the program, so she nodded with her cooperation.

"Xuanxuan, have you heard?" Mengmeng, who was still skeptical about Xiaohu's words, froze when she saw Xuanxuan nodding.

"It's over. My parents can't perform at all." Ruirui said anxiously.

Meng Meng sighed, "neither can my mother."

Children sometimes have better face than adults. They all want their parents to perform best, but at the thought of their performance on the stage, Mengmeng and Ruirui can't help shaking their heads and sighing.

"My mother is so worrying." Meng Meng's sad face and mouth.

"So is my father. It's troublesome." Ruirui is like an adult.

Mengmeng suddenly said with envy, "Xuanxuan's father will not worry people. My mother said that Xuanxuan's father is a big singer."

"My father also said that Xuanxuan's father is very talented." Ruirui's father worshipped Han Mo very much after the activity organized by the kindergarten, so that he often praised Han Mo at home. Ruirui was influenced by it and thought Xuanxuan's father was a great man.

Xuanxuan was very proud when she heard the children praise her father. She couldn't help raising her chin and her waist.

"Xuanxuan's father can also write books, write poetry and draw."

"I like the picture book drawn by Xuanxuan's father best."

"My father said that the legend of Zhen Huan was also written by Xuanxuan's father."

"Wow!" There was an incredible expression on Ruirui's face.

Ruirui and Mengmeng began to praise other people's father with your words.

The tiger, who hadn't spoken for a long time, touched the back of his head, smiled and said, "I only like the cookies and dishes made by Xuanxuan's father. Hee hee, hee hee. "

Ruirui, "..."

Meng Meng, "..."

Xuanxuan, "..."

Han Mo just walked to the door of Mengsi's office and suddenly sneezed three times.

"Xiao Mo, it turns out that we are telepathic. How do you know I'm thinking of you?" Meng Si heard Han Mo's voice and said with a smile.

Han Mo glanced at Meng Si with a smile. He didn't speak and went straight to Meng Si's desk.

Meng Si listened to Han Mo's words and didn't go with the tide in the xiangtian award, but the legend of Zhen Huan still maintained the top three results in all awards. The final awards were produced by professional judges in the shortlist of works and individual awards voted by the audience. However, in everyone's mind, they all want to get the first place in the public voting, not just face, In everyone's heart, there are many unspeakable factors.

"Have you seen the voting window of xiangtian award?" Monsieur raised his voice a little excited.

"Yes." Han Mo said calmly.

Of course he did, and he always paid attention to it. He just didn't watch it this morning. He doesn't know what kind of changes are going on on the Internet now. He doesn't care about others. As long as Shuya is in front.

"You can be so calm after reading, little mo mo. your calmness makes me a little afraid." Meng Si raised his eyebrows and pushed the computer in front of Han mo.

The number of votes on the screen instantly came into view. There was no big change in other rankings. Shu Ya was still the first, followed by Zhang Xiaoxiao. The best long-length TV play was still the legend of Zhen Huan.

Han Mo's eyes moved according to his habits and suddenly paused. Zhang Liguo, who had been ahead of the first place in the single award for excellent director yesterday, has been anti surpassed at the moment. Not only has he been anti surpassed, but also he has doubled the number of votes, which is not true. Han Mo slightly opened his eyes and lips.

"Are you surprised, too?" Meng Si was a little proud of Han Mo's expression. He knew that Han Mo didn't see it in the morning. If he did, he wouldn't be so calm.

Han Mo frowned slightly, "who is Shen Fei?"

Meng Si pulled the computer back to him with a smile, tapped the keyboard, searched out the information about Shen Fei, and turned the screen to Han Mo again.

"If you don't know him, you will doubt the authenticity of the votes, but what we see is the fact that everyone doesn't want to see." Mons said.

Han Mo's eyes walked upstream of the computer screen.

It turned out that Shen Fei was only 27 years old this year. His representative work, that is, the only work, is the season of flowers, which now participates in the xiangtian award. It tells a controversial era. The protagonist of the original rich party experienced loneliness, struggled again, and finally broke into a world.

The plot is not novel, but Shen Fei's insertion angle is very innovative. The characters are well portrayed. Coupled with the ups and downs of the plot, it is not outstanding compared with the TV dramas of the same period at first, but it has sufficient stamina. The small production TV dramas are also used by newcomers.

Meng Si smiled playfully, "he is still a free director and has not signed a brokerage company."

"Are you going to take him?" Han Mo asked.