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"Where did you go and come back so late?"

Li Manjun opened the door lightly, thinking that everyone in the family was already asleep. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, Zhao Yong was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a rice cooker on the small dining table in front of him.

"Would you like some supper?" Zhao Yong got up and went to the kitchen to get a bowl. The rice cooker was heating the dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage that Sister Zhou had made in the afternoon.

"I took those students to karaoke for a while. Thanks to their help these days, I would like to express my gratitude." Li Manjun put down her bag and put on her slippers, looked at the closed door of her second bedroom and asked softly: "Have you taken a shower in Nian Nian? "

Zhao Yong, who was holding a bowl in the kitchen, frowned and looked back at her in surprise. He paused for a while and then said, "I've washed it and I'm already asleep."

Open the lid of the rice cooker, and the steamed dumplings are still hot, just like they were freshly cooked.

Zhao Yong put the bowl in front of Li Manjun and let her fill it. He turned around to get the dipping water and handed it to her, "Dip some of this. The dipping water prepared by Sister Zhou tastes very good."

As he said that, he stood in front of the table and looked at Li Manjun. He was tall, and the light came down from his head, casting a large shadow in front of Li Manjun, like a black bear.

Li Manjun waved his hand, "You're blocking my light."

Zhao Yong glanced at her, sat down next to her, put his nose over and smelled, "Have you been drinking? It smells so strong."

"I didn't drink it. They drank some beer." Li Manjun took one dumpling at a time. Sister Zhou's dipping sauce was really good. It was sour and spicy and especially appetizing. She ate ten dumplings in one go.

There's still some in the pot, but I don't dare to eat anymore. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep if I eat too much at night.

Li Manjun stood up, put away the dishes, unplugged the rice cooker, and was about to wash up.

When he turned around, he bumped into a hot and hard chest.

Looking up, Zhao Yong looked unhappy, "You go to a place like that and you don't even tell me."

Li Manjun was puzzled, "Why should I tell you?"

She saw them going to karaoke and never told them about it.

"Isn't it boring? Let's talk about business normally?" she asked with a half-smile.

Zhao Yong suddenly choked.

He still wanted to say something, but Li Manjun wiped his face and pushed him away, "I sang and danced. The service there is pretty good. I'll go and have fun next time when I have time."

Taking a look at the stored milk in the refrigerator, there was still a lot of milk. Li Manjun put on the milk she had just pumped, put on clean pajamas, got into bed, turned off the light and went to sleep.

Zhao Yong was dumbfounded. Is this a full experience?

Then he got into bed, pulled the woman into his arms forcefully, and said in a sullen voice: "I swear, I never did anything wrong to you. I didn't even touch those women. At most, I sang. Two songs.”

Li Manjun was too lazy to pay attention to him and told him not to forget the time of the press conference tomorrow, remember to arrive on time, relax and go to sleep.

Listening to her steady breathing, Zhao Yong felt as if he had hit cotton with his fist, but he really didn't do anything!

Until the first ten minutes of the press conference, Zhao Yong felt that this must be a warning from his wife to him.

Until he saw a tall, sunny and handsome man coming to Li Manjun with a bright smile and a bottle of yogurt.

"Director Li." Qi Hao handed the specially bought yogurt to Li Manjun. She had been busy all afternoon and didn't eat anything.

Li Manjun was telling the lighting engineer to pay attention to the details. After making sure everything was OK, he turned around and saw Qi Hao handing over a bottle of yogurt with a bright smile.

"Thank you." She nodded to him and was about to reach out to take it. Zhao Yong and Sister Zhou, who was holding Nian Nian, appeared behind Qi Hao. As soon as Li Manjun saw her daughter, she walked over immediately.

Qi Hao quickly reminded her, "Director Li, yogurt!"

"Thank you. You can keep it and drink it. I'm not thirsty just yet." Li Manjun trotted over to her daughter without looking back.

Sister Zhou handed her the Nian Nian and said, "She has been very good along the way. She never goes out and is surprised by everything she sees. Look how energetic she is."

Nian Nian's eyes were wide open. The lights of the venue attracted her attention, her head turned, and her little hands waved excitedly.

Li Manjun hugged her daughter and kissed her, then raised her eyebrows proudly at Zhao Yong, "How is it? The arrangement is good, isn't it?"

The layout of the press conference was indeed eye-catching. Zhao Yong noticed the special design used to guide them along the way from the moment they entered the school.

Walking all the way to the press conference with curiosity, I had never seen those huge dreamy flowers.

Zhao Yong couldn't describe it, but it was so colorful and beautiful, just like in a dream.

However, among all this beauty, there was one person who seemed a bit annoying to him.

"Who is that man?" Zhao Yong raised his chin towards the classroom door. He saw the other person looking at him with a slightly shocked expression, mixed with a hint of hostility.

This is really interesting!

Zhao Yong's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he gave the other party a cold look.

But before he could continue to glare at the person, the person had already walked away, and his back looked a little lonely.

lonely?

He is so lonely!

"Who are you talking about?" Li Manjun raised his eyes and looked towards the classroom door, only to see Shirley Zhong who was making arrangements.

"It's the man who just handed you the drink." Zhao Yong didn't hide his unhappiness at all.

Li Manjun felt strange when he heard his tone, and explained: "You should be talking about Qi Hao, a student at the Art Academy. These giant flowers you see now were all done by themselves."

"Come on, I'll take you to the auditorium."

Zhao Yong had no choice but to temporarily suppress the slight discomfort and alarm in his heart, and entered the classroom with his wife.

Li Manjun nodded towards Zhong Shirley, and Zhong Shirley waved to Zhao Yong, "Welcome!"

Zhao Yong nodded in response, said something polite, and turned to ask Li Manjun: "Isn't Lu Shengming here?"

Li Manjun thought of the awkwardness between Zhong Shirley and the two of them, and said uncertainly: "It should be coming soon."

This time, in addition to people from the industry, they also invited Mr. Qiu and Mr. Lin.

Wen Yufeng and his wife also invited them, but they didn't come because they had something to do.

These people must be invited. They are all friends and we often contact each other. If you don't invite them over at this time, you will definitely offend them.

Li Manjun left a good seat for Zhao Yong and Sister Zhou, and arranged for them to sit down. Shirley Zhong started shouting from there.

"Then I'll take Nian Nian to change his clothes."

Sister Zhou looked at the forest flower arrangement at the scene and the audience who were already seated, and worriedly said: "With such a big scene, I don't know if I will be scared to tears every year."

Zhao Yong touched his daughter's small fleshy hand, and Nian Nian's eyes immediately moved from the lamp to him, looking fresh and strange, not afraid of people at all.

"As expected of my daughter, she is very courageous." Zhao Yong gave her daughter a thumbs up.

Li Manjun asked him to keep an eye on his bag and carried his daughter to the backstage.

Zhao Yong warned: "Turn down the sound for a while, don't scare Nian Nian."

Shirley Zhong couldn't wait any longer and came over anxiously to pick up Li Manjun and her daughter. When she heard Zhao Yong's words, she said confidently:

"Mr. Zhao, you are worrying too much. We have already considered the children, so don't worry."

"Okay, then I'll wait." Zhao Yong replied with a smile.