Chapter 2443: Really hard to make

Of course, people are still in kindergarten.

"Mom, put it there," Yan Huan pointed to the top of the cabinet, and a lot of trophies had been placed in the cabinet. These large and small trophies were all obtained by Yan Huan over the past year.

Ye Rong opened the cabinet, put the trophy inside, and then closed the cabinet.

She turned around and crouched in front of her daughter again.

"Huanhuan, the exam is coming."

"Yes," Yan Huan nodded her little head hard. Mom, Huan Huan would take the first place. She clenched her little fist. She could be the first in the filming, and she was the only one in the film. of.

In high school, she dare not say, but before the junior high school, she absolutely guarantees that she can get the top few in the school, this point she can use her own rebirth time guarantee.

"Then we're done," Ye Rong squeezed her daughter's face again. "If you don't get the first test, your mother won't give you a show or ads."

Yan Huan stretched out his little finger, "Mom, let's pull the hook."

"Okay, pull Gou Go."

Ye Rong stretched out his finger to pull the hook with his daughter.

She allowed her daughter to film, it was because she was still young, but no matter how filming, her studies could not be abandoned, and now they have 5-6 million in their hands.

This money is rising almost every day, even if they do nothing in this life, it is a lot of money income, even Ye Rong himself is still unwilling to believe that now, the one is poor and the other is white. The mother and daughter of the renter had so much money at once, and they also had two houses.

Therefore, now that money is not so important to her, what she is worried about is her daughter's learning. In her heart, learning is more important than filming.

However, in Yan Huan's heart, filming was put first.

Because she wants to make money, she wants to make a lot of money. It is really hard to make money now. She sold a gem in her last life, making her a billionaire, and it was billions of dollars at once.

Except for that gem, Lin Lang's monthly income can kill her, not to mention her sky-high endorsement fees and the sky-high price.

It may also be that she earned too much in the past, so why doesn't she feel it now?

But she seems to have forgotten, how many years have passed since then, twenty years ago.

Compared with the price 20 years ago, the price 20 years ago is a world of difference, so she can marvel how many people can make money.

What she has to do now is to stop everything, go to kindergarten, and take her test.

She really didn't understand that she was just a four-year-old, and she would be tortured by the exam anyway, and more than a decade later.

When can she grow up, when can she not go to school, when can she do whatever she wants.

She knew that there would be such a day, but she had to wait for time, to grow up, and to meet.

By the way, meet...

Yan Huan moved a small bench, and then she stepped on it, and then turned the page one by one. This is a very old calendar, a small book with a date, month, and one torn one day.

Yan Huan turned page after page, and then turned to one, on which she drew a large circle with a pen, and she counted from each one again, and there were forty-three sheets.

In other words, there are forty-three days.

One month and thirteen days.

"Huanhuan, what are you doing there?"

As soon as Ye Rong came out, Yan Huan was standing on the small stool. Does she want to fall?

She quickly hugged her daughter up, and then squeezed her small face hard, and her face was upset.

"Huanhuan, how many times did my mother say, don't step on the high side and low side, why did you forget, what if you fell down? You broke your little face, who are you going to cry for?"

"Mom, I was wrong."

Yan Huan admits her mistakes. She is not the kind of child who does not admit mistakes and has a hard mouth. She is now thick-skinned and able to bend her.

Sure enough, Ye Rong also lost her temper.

"Okay," she patted her daughter's face again. "First, it's time for dinner. Mom will write homework with you for a while."

"Okay," Yan Huan promised, and he was too addicted to the child.

And she looked back and glanced at the calendar again, there were 13 days in a month.

In her life, she didn't want to regret, and of course she would not let her mother regret.

She ran over and sat on the chair, eating with chopsticks, and for Yan Huan’s independence, Ye Rong sometimes felt that she really had a fake daughter. What’s wrong? , Now they all need to be fed by adults, but her family can eat by themselves, get up by themselves, wear clothes by themselves, or write their own homework. She can’t feel it at all. She has a little daughter. , Like the most daughter suddenly became eighteen years old.

And she is really the truth.

Yan Huan is not only 18 years old, but also 60 years old. No, it should be 98 years old. She is an immortal old monster.

Yan Huan took out her homework book from the schoolbag, and then wrote the homework one by one, and Ye Rong discovered that she could not even help her daughter.

Because Yan Huan doesn't need tutoring at all, she can figure it out whether it is writing or math.

But Ye Rong didn't know that he would have such a clever mind, it would be that person, no, Ye Rong would not admit that his daughter followed the man.

Yan Huan looks very much like her, not like a man. She must have followed her uncle with such a good academic record.

That must be the case.

Ye Rong comforted herself by telling herself this way.

Ye Rong took her transcript from the teacher. When she saw the first place above, she was finally relieved. Although she said that she knew she would get it for the first time, she was still worried. of.

I was afraid that Ye Rong would prevent her from filming because of her grades. In this life, she was willing to go to college, and filming was the way she must go. She would not give up either way.

Although she said that an old, undead child in the same pile was competing for this first, it was a little shameful.

But it doesn't matter, if she wants a face, she still wants to live, with a childish face, every day selling cute.

"Mom, give," Yan Huan handed over his transcript to Ye Rong.

Ye Rong took the transcripts. In fact, the teachers in the kindergarten early in the morning had already called her. Before, they were all uninterested, but wherever Yan Huan went, they were all attracting attention.