Jiang Mo suddenly spoke, "Director Zhang, if I have a way to resolve the issue with the radio station, could you let Fu Jinzhou leave the crew and choose another suitable male supporting role?"
Director Zhang's face lit up with joy, "Really? If you have a way, I'll immediately let Fu Jinzhou leave the crew."
"But Jiang Mo, I heard that you're from the countryside and don't have much of a background. How could you possibly know people from the radio station? Forget it. You can't afford to offend the Fu family."
Director Zhang sighed and continued to dissuade him.
Director Zhang said, "Okay, Jiang Mo, don't push yourself too hard."
Jiang Mo went to the makeup room. Fu Jinzhou had just finished his styling photos, and the surrounding staff were full of praise.
"Young Master Fu, you have such a good foundation. You're so handsome that you hardly need any makeup."
"That's right, Young Master Fu, your skin is also great, your features are particularly defined, and your figure is also amazing. The clothes look perfect on you. You're practically born to play the male supporting role."
Fu Jinzhou was very happy to be praised, and he casually picked up several large red envelopes and handed them to the staff members nearby.
"This young master is rewarding you with red envelopes. The styling today was done well."
"Thank you, Young Master Fu. That's because Young Master Fu is handsome. We didn't really do much."
"Young Master Fu is generous. A red envelope is worth thousands."
Everyone surrounded Fu Jinzhou with praise, almost elevating him to the heavens, and Fu Jinzhou enjoyed the process very much.
Jiang Mo twitched his lips. Is this the power of money?
"Jiang Mo, you're here. Come and see how my styling looks," Fu Jinzhou said smugly as he stood up.
Jiang Mo nodded perfunctorily.
Seeing this Fu Jinzhou is annoying!
And now he has to film with him.
Endure! He endured it!
Jiang Mo silently endured in his heart.
As a result, Fu Jinzhou was simply there to sabotage, not taking filming seriously, deliberately saying the wrong lines, and recording take after take.
All day long, not a single take passed!
When he came back, Jiang Mo was almost driven crazy.
"Wife, you don't know how excessive Fu Jinzhou is. He's deliberately making things difficult for me, deliberately trying to sabotage. It's been a whole day, and not a single take has passed. At this rate, it'll take years to film."
Jiang Mo leaned on Wen Yan's shoulder, "Why is he deliberately targeting me?"
"Okay, don't be angry. I'll take care of this matter, but I need my grandfather to speak to the people at the radio station…"
Wen Yan hesitated.
Actually, she hadn't told her family about her relationship with Jiang Mo.
"Grandfather? Why haven't I heard you mention your grandfather before?"
Wen Yan said, "My grandfather is a rather serious person. He's particularly concerned about social status, so I haven't mentioned you in front of him."
Jiang Mo nodded, "I see. I have another way to solve this matter. Don't worry."
He's just a poor boy from the countryside. Although he's become popular, his status is still there. How could he be worthy of the Wen family's young lady?
If Grandpa Wen knew…
Living room.
The little dumpling was diligently painting with paint, getting paint all over her body and face.
Then, she wiped her face with her dirty little hands, making her face even more colorful.
Wen Yi was afraid of being affected and stayed far away.
"Tangtang, you've been painting for so long. Why don't you take a break?"
The little dumpling continued to paint with her paintbrush, saying as she painted, "Daddy not come home."
Why isn't Daddy coming home yet?
She's been very good and well-behaved, painting diligently today.
Wen Yi suppressed a smile, "Your daddy will be back soon. He'll be shocked when he sees your painting."
"Daddy like…"
The little one was very happy, continuing to paint with her paintbrush. Daddy would definitely praise her for being the smartest baby.
( ´ つ ヮ ⊂ ︎ )
Wen Yi twitched his lips. Would his sister's husband really like the paintings that this little one painted?
They were indeed a bit abstract, and most people wouldn't be able to appreciate them.
Outside.
The car stopped.
Jiang Mo got out of the car and entered the living room with Wen Yan.
As soon as he entered, he saw the little dumpling diligently painting with a paintbrush, and he was extremely gratified.
"Tangtang is so good today, painting all day long. So diligent."
The little one turned her head and happily pounced towards her daddy!
"Daddy!"
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Only then did Jiang Mo clearly see his daughter's face, a face with all sorts of colors. Not to mention, it was quite colorful.
Her body was even more indescribably dirty, like a moving little colorful dumpling…
Jiang Mo took two steps back and held the little one's head.
The baby was too dirty. He really couldn't bring himself to touch her!
The little dumpling raised her head and rubbed her eyes aggrievedly.
"Daddy not hug Tangtang • ́ ‸ ก"
Jiang Mo explained softly, "Daddy doesn't not hug Tangtang. Daddy thinks Tangtang has too much paint on her body. It looks good. What if Daddy ruins it for you?"
Wen Yan was even more speechless. Was this dirty baby in front of her really her daughter?
The little one pulled her daddy's hand and led her daddy to the drawing board.
"Daddy, Tangtang paint today!"
The little dumpling pointed to the drawing board with one small hand, happily taking credit for her work to her daddy, having diligently painted all day today!
Jiang Mo looked at the dark mass on the drawing board, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, squatted down and asked,
"Tangtang, what is this you're painting? Daddy can't tell?"
The little dumpling said seriously, "Daddy, Tangtang paint… crow!"
( ´ つ ヮ ⊂ ︎ )
Wen Yi couldn't help but burst out laughing, covering his stomach.
"Hahahaha, a crow! She actually painted a crow. Not to mention, it's really as black as a crow."
"I can't take it anymore, Brother-in-law. You're killing me. This is actually a crow. Other than the color being the same, I really can't see where it looks like one."
The little dumpling knew that her little uncle was mocking her, and said sulkily, "Little uncle bad, Tangtang paint crow!"
Jiang Mo rubbed the baby's little head, "Yes, Daddy can tell. Tangtang painted a crow. It's painted so beautifully, as black as a crow."
Wen Yan couldn't help but laugh too.
"Tangtang, how did you come to paint a crow? Other babies paint little flowers and little suns. Why don't you paint those?"
"Tangtang no like."
The little dumpling shook her head like a small rattle drum.
"Then you just like this black crow?"
Tangtang nodded, "Like."
Jiang Mo touched the baby's little face, "Our Tangtang painted so beautifully. Daddy could tell it was a black crow at a glance."
The little one was praised by her daddy again, and happily stuck out her little tongue, it seemed that the crow she painted was really good-looking.
