Chapter 623

The power of the media

Xiaochen's attention was instantly attracted in the past.

"TV?" Stop choking, red face, small morning confused looking at Shen Junquan, uncertain whisper.

Following the direction of Shen Junquan, the TV set placed on the table appeared in the field of vision. At the moment, it also reflected their big and small shadows.

"Well, we come to mom through TV, and mom will come back when she sees it."

With a smile and a nod, Shen Junquan took the soft hand and said with certainty.

Since he can't find her in a short time, let her come back on her own initiative.

With a little hope and a little prayer, Xiaochen can arouse her sense.

There is a one percent chance that he Xinying will be able to see the interview program he arranged.

Burying his head in Shen Junquan's arm, Xiao Chen's dark eyes blinked again and again. At last, he nodded his head with a vague feeling, "OK, Dad, I'll listen to you." Gently wet milk reverberates in the air.

Shen Junquan was also relieved. He pulled down his hand to rub his eyes and reasoned with Xiaochen, "so now Xiaochen should go to school obediently, OK? Wait for Dad to arrange, and let uncle pick you up."

"How long is that?" Hearing that it wasn't on TV right away, the little man was somewhat disappointed. He raised his head and asked timidly.

After pondering for a while, Shen Junquan's lips moved, and promised to his dark eyes, "it won't be long. Dad will arrange it right away. Xiaochen may have to work hard these two days. Don't be afraid of those scenes. Only through those scenes can mother know that Xiaochen is thinking about him."

In addition to putting Xiaochen on TV, Shen Junquan also wants to expand his influence and use various media to convey the message.

Thinking of the separation of mother and son for a long time due to their own mistakes, I feel a little more guilty about Xiaochen, and I can't help showing a lonely look.

The long eyelashes moved, and Xiaochen noticed that he was suddenly depressed.

He took the initiative to hold Shen Junquan. His fleshy hand patted Shen Junquan on the back and said in a warm voice, "Xiao Chen is not afraid. He will be very brave. Dad also wants to come on. Let's wait for mom to come back."

Haze on the face showed a relieved smile, what hit the atrium, it is very soft.

Shen Junquan looked at the time, took Xiaochen down, took his little hand and went outside, "OK, we Xiaochen should go to kindergarten."

After breakfast in a hurry, Shen Junquan sits in the car and shows Xiaochen some interview videos and explains them to him.

And the driver's assistant looked at the father and son warm scene can not help but raise the corners of his mouth.

It seems that the president has found a good way.

At the gate of the kindergarten, Shen Junquan waved to Xiaochen, with a smile on his face.

The little man who walked towards the teacher turned around and ran back.

He bent down and caught Xiaochen running over.

"Dad, come and pick me up quickly!" Run into the arms of Shen Junquan, Xiaochen said uneasily. Solemnly nodded, saw his little thumb, Shen Junquan also moved his fingers, hooked up, "go, the teacher is waiting for you."

Touching his head, Shen Junquan's eyes softened.

Watching Xiaochen enter the school behind the teacher, Shen Junquan turns back to the car.

"Which media have good relations with our company? First contact them to get an interview for Xiaochen, according to the desk book we give you

Fingers on the tablet slide a few times, Shen Junquan raised his eyes suddenly asked.

From the rear-view mirror, I caught a glimpse of the president's side face and the assistant's smile.

That calm and calm person seems to have come back, no just to dejected and dejected.

Shen Junquan can always find a way out in such a predicament.

As a rebellious and lonely person like him, adjectives such as loss and depression do not match his aura.

"Let's first contact the reporters of today's entertainment, and then, um, upload videos and publish reports on major social media and network platforms."

Clearly nodded, the assistant suggested.

"Yes, please contact the newspaper to spread the news as much as possible."

Shen Junquan turns his head to one side and faces the window.

Fast drifting trees pass in the eyes.

If it's hidden in a remote place, maybe the network is not so developed. Newspapers increase the possibility of being seen by her, Shen Junquan thinks.

That spark, on the vast grassland, slowly lit up.

"OK, President, it's up to me, and I'll personally supervise it!"

The car stopped smoothly in the garage downstairs of the company.

Shen Junquan walked to the office, while Wang Xian was ordered to contact the reporter.The sun rises slowly, shining in every corner of the city. Gradually, there are more pedestrians and cars, and people come and go on the noisy road.

In contrast to the bustle on the street corner, in a secluded village, the woods cast a shadow, blocking most of the sunlight.

That day, after parting from Shen Junquan, Huo jingnian took he Xinying to a very quiet village and lived there.

Because it is far away from the city, it is relatively backward.

The young and middle-aged people in the village work outside all the year round. There are only some lonely old people and women left in the village.

He was surprised at the arrival of Huo jingnian and he Xinying, but they didn't get rid of them.

Huo jingnian exchanged money with the old people in the village for an independent house.

There is some distance between the house and the people gathered, which is why Huo jingnian chose it. No matter how biased the place is, the old people who don't care about the news still have some communication equipment at home. It's inevitable that they will be exposed one day.

"Xinying, are you awake?"

The sound of knocking came from the wooden door, and Huo jingnian stopped outside to inquire.

He Xinying, who had not slept all night, struggled to sit up from the bed, lifted the red cotton quilt and answered weakly, "HMM."

"I'll change breakfast with the villagers. Get up and wash."

With a smile, Huo jingnian said softly.

Looking at the rising sun, Chang recalled his future life with he Xinying.

The money he brought was enough for him and he Xinying to live in this place all their lives.

Of course, the premise is that there are no other changes.

"The villagers should know that there are some potholes on the floor."

He Xinying slowly moved down from the bed when he heard the sound of the step gradually away.

"Creak -"

the old wooden door makes a sound when it is touched, and he Xinying squints her eyes and looks around at the scenery.