Chapter 1984

It seems that Zhou Zhuo cherishes his current family life. Even if it's a little too much, it's understandable.

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After dinner, Zhou Zhuo washed the dishes and told his son a story until he went to bed.

He came to the living room and saw Meng Qing reading the script.

He said, "what's good?"

"It's actually pretty good." Meng Qing said with a smile, "do you want to see it?"

"I have to think about what my son will eat and wear tomorrow. By the way, what would you like to eat tomorrow? I'll buy it when I go out for a walk. "

"Everything is OK," Meng Qing smiled helplessly. "Zhou Zhuo, I know you are very good to me and my son. You take care of us in every detail, and we are also very moved. But life is not just food and clothing... "

Zhou Zhuo frowned. Meng Qing felt that his words were a little too much. He hurt his husband, so he stopped talking and continued to read the script in his hand.

Zhou Zhuo picked it up and said, "let me see."

He watched it for a while until he came back to his senses and found that Meng Qing was gone.

He said anxiously, "Meng Qing? Where have you been? "

"Pour you a glass of milk."

Zhou Zhuo was obviously relieved. He didn't seem to have come out of what happened six years ago. Once his wife and children were not in sight, he was a little flustered.

Meng Qing sat down and held his hand: "Zhou Zhuo, you thought about me and my son and went to see LAN Feng. You know LAN Feng. He has great vision. His previous works are of high quality. Some time ago we watched "and a total of years", although it is only a TV play, it also has the texture of not losing to the film. They are doing things seriously. "

Zhou Zhuo read the script "biography of imperial concubine Yao" and really liked it.

He hasn't filmed for many years, but this script makes him have a mind ready to move.

However, thinking of the possibility of leaving his wife and children, he gave up the plan.

No job can compare with wife and children.

The next day, he took the initiative to call LAN Feng, "master Feng, I want to see you."

He took his son to see LAN Feng and Xiao Yao.

"Master Feng, take your script back. I won't shoot it. I think the most important thing for me now is to accompany my son. " Zhou Zhuo still refused.

"Director Zhou, I'll take you around with me. Will you talk to young master Feng?" Xiao Yao said.

"No, my son doesn't like strangers!" Zhou Zhuo refused.

He never trusted to give his son to anyone, nor did he like his son to play with other children outside.

Living in this small town, everything about him is his wife and children. Everything about his wife and children is him.

Xiao Yao looks at the children.

The six-year-old boy is just a lively and active age. It's close to the park and has long wanted to run out.

But looking at Zhou Zhuo's eyes, he just looked outside and didn't dare to speak. He knew that his father was for his own good. He couldn't bear to hurt his heart.

Xiao Yao insisted, "director Zhou, it may be better for children to play with children. Look over there."

The children over there have become a pile. They run around together. They don't know what they are running or chasing, but they are very happy.

Zhou Zhuo's son's eyes were about to fly out. He finally cried and said, "Dad, I want to go. I want to play with them over there. "