Fu Jin Han pinched his eyebrows, patted the seat beside him, and said to Jiang mianmianmian coldly, "sit back and have a good meal."

"No, I want to be here with Da Mao."

Jiang mianmianmian shakes his head. Wei qubaba opens his mouth and looks at Fu Jinhan accusing.

Fu Jin Han stipulated that Da Mao not only could not go to the bedroom on the second floor, but also could not enter the dining room on the first floor. He ordered the housekeeper to set a job for him in front of the French window.

Fu Jin Han met Jiang Mianmian's complaint, and there was a cloud on his face. The temperature in the first floor of Fu's house suddenly dropped.

All the people in Fu's house held their breath in horror. They were so scared that they didn't dare to let out the atmosphere. They prayed in their hearts.

Wuwuwu, Miss Jiang, please don't kill me any more. Go over quickly.

"Come here, you have your favorite chicken wings today." Fu Jin spoke with a cold face.

"Oh, all right."

When Jiang mianmianmian heard that there was something delicious, he reluctantly ran back to the table with a bowl in his arms.

After putting several chicken wings into the bowl and pouring the soup on the rice, Jiang mianmianmian holds the big bowl and runs back to the tea table.

A mouthful of rice, a mouthful of chicken wings, and occasionally knead Da Mao's head with his left hand.

"Forget it, whatever you want." Fu Jin Han saw that Jiang mianmianmian was very excited, so he just let her sit beside the tea table and eat with Da Mao.

People in Fu's house didn't get angry when they saw the third master. They were all shocked to see Jiang mianmianmian and gave a thumbs up.

Miss Jiang, it's amazing!

After dinner in the afternoon, Jiang mianmianmian holds the script and nests in the sofa with his head resting on Da Mao's stomach, not to mention how happy he is.

"Full?" Fu Jin Han came over and looked at the lazy Jiang mianmianmian. His long legs stepped towards him.

Jiang mianmianmian moved behind to make room for Fu Jinhan. The sofa sank down and Fu Jinhan sat down beside her.

"Well, the braised chicken wings at noon are really delicious. The chef's skill is getting better and better." Jiang mianmianmian raised his eyes from the script and nodded to Fu Jinhan.

Since he was praised for cooking in the orphanage last time, the chef's impression of Jiang mianmianmian has changed a lot.

Although every time I meet her, I still walk around, but my expression is obviously relaxed, and my cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds recently.

Fu Jin Han, hearing the speech, looks at the script in her hand and pinches the rabbit's ear on her home clothes.

"What will be the scene tomorrow?" Asked Fu Jin Han.

"In the 36th scene, Jiang Xia finally completed his transformation and regained his new life." Jiang mianmianmian said and pointed to the script.

Jiang mianmianmian looks forward to the transformation of tomorrow's drama.

From the beginning of the play, her modeling in the play will blind people's eyes. The director thinks that the actors are in good condition these days, so he decided to shoot the play ahead of time.

"Fu Jinhan, are you going to work this afternoon?"

Jiang mianmianmian thought of the thick stack of documents sent by Qin Cang after lunch. He raised his eyes and asked Fu Jinhan.

"Well, there's a video conference and a couple of other papers to see." Fu Jinhan nodded.

"That's just right. You work and I read the script. Let's work together." Jiang mianmianmian said with a smile.

"Ha ha, good." Listening to Jiang mianmianmian's words, Fu Jin Han simply ordered Qin Cang to bring the documents and notebooks in his study here.

Then open the notebook and put it on your lap, spread out the documents you need, put on headphones, open the video, and listen attentively to the work report on the other end of the computer.