Zhutian Film and Television: Happiness starts from childhood

Chapter 100 What are you waiting for

At nine o'clock in the morning, Zhao Hao was sitting at home working on the design of a new advertisement, while Song Qian was like a close wife, washing clothes and mopping the floor for him, with a happy smile on her face.

When he frowned at the computer screen, Song Qian, who had finished cleaning, brought him a cup of hot tea and fruit, and sat aside to accompany him silently.

When she looked at the various weird and unreasonable requests made by customers on the screen, she suddenly realized that it was not easy for Zhao Hao to make money, and she felt heartbroken.

Although she knew that her boyfriend would not agree, she still wanted to tell him something:

"Stop working, I'll support you!"

As a rich woman with five houses in a school district, Song Qian's income is definitely enough for two people, and she can still maintain a fairly high level.

It's a pity that Zhao Hao doesn't want his life to be too lazy and degenerate. What if he gets used to the canary life and can't fly in the future.

He patiently found out the entry point of the advertisement, listed a few key points, and then turned off the computer.

It is my duty to create advertising plans for clients, but temporarily turning off the computer to relax is for my own physical and mental health.

"So it's not easy to advertise?" Song Qian held Zhao Hao's arm with both hands and said distressedly.

Zhao Hao smiled helplessly, looked down at Song Qian, and said self-deprecatingly: "I am making useless money, but the advantage is that the salary is good, and I am relatively free."

Song Qian, who was holding him, stretched out her hand distressedly and caressed his cheek, her eyes full of tenderness and sweetness.

When she touched his face like this, Zhao Hao suddenly felt that the knot in his heart had relaxed a little. He stretched out his left hand to gently hold her slender waist, and squeezed her belly ambiguously.

Song Qian was wearing a light gray sweater today, and her exposed collarbone looked very attractive. Zhao Hao's hand landed on his girlfriend's heart quickly and accurately like a shooting star.

"Remember how Wenjie teased you yesterday when we were making wine?" Song Qian chuckled.

Zhao Hao smiled knowingly when he heard this, put his cheek against her smooth forehead, and said aggrievedly:
"You clearly know that I am very gentle, why don't you explain it to me?"

"What should I say?" Song Qian pouted, her little hands pressed against Zhao Hao's cheeks, her face was slightly red and she tried to explain:
"Is that okay? Wenjie, don't say this about Zhao Hao. He is not such a person. I am a witness for him as a person who has been through it."

"There's nothing wrong with it. What you said is reasonable and well-founded. Those who don't know what's going on have no right to speak. Since you have experienced it yourself, the credibility is naturally very high." Zhao Hao praised with a smile.

Song Qian gently pinched Zhao Hao's chin with her little hand, pouted and hummed:
"Fuck you, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will open my mouth and bite you, the bad guy. If I say this, why shouldn't Wenjie break the casserole and ask the truth?"

"Shouldn't she look at you with envy?" Zhao Hao teased with a smile.

Song Qian raised her head and bit Zhao Hao's cheek gently, and then asked with a resentful tone:

"Bad boy, are you eager to let Tong Wenjie know about our relationship, and then work hard for both of us to become Big Qiao and Xiao Qiao in Tongque Terrace?"

"I am not Cao Mengde, I am Zhao Hao. And according to research, there is no Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao in Tongque Terrace." Zhao Hao looked around and talked about him.

Song Qian hummed:

"Mengde is a Chinese character. If you choose a character for yourself, why don't you take out the word "Hao" in your name? Little rascal, you are so bad."

This was simply nonsense, so Zhao Hao naturally had to firmly deny it. In order to express his determination, he decided to properly prove his love to Song Qian.

A love game officially begins!
"I will play support today." Song Qian held Zhao Hao's face and made her request.

"Can you play the main attack? I will assist?" Zhao Hao said shamelessly. "What a beautiful thought~" Song Qian blushed and hugged him tightly.

Just as the two people were laughing and gradually raising the atmosphere to the highest level, the doorbell rang.

"I want to hit someone, why would someone bother me at this time?" Zhao Hao said through gritted teeth.

"Go and see who it is."

Song Qian has now mastered the practice. She accompanied Zhao Hao to the door. When she learned that the people outside the door were Qiao Weidong and Fangyuan, her face changed slightly, but she still held her high heels and bag very skillfully. Get into Zhao Hao's bedroom.

After watching her walk into the bedroom, Zhao Hao opened the door and welcomed the two people outside.

"Xiao Zhao, are you okay at noon?" Fang Yuan looked at Zhao Hao and said with a smile.

"I'm going to meet with the boss at noon to meet with the client and listen carefully to the client's requirements before I finish the copywriting." Zhao Hao said seriously.

When they heard that he was going out, the expressions of the two people changed slightly, and they were obviously a little disappointed.

However, the computer on the coffee table, the half-eaten fruit plate, and the water glass with a sip left in it all showed that Zhao Hao was indeed working just now.

The charming Fangyuan and Qiao Weidong did not sit on the sofa again, but directly explained their intention to Zhao Hao.

It turns out that Fangyuan was planning to open a small noodle shop, and the store was already promising. Today, he came here just to ask Zhao Hao to design an advertisement.

Faced with Fangyuan's small request, Zhao Hao asked him what store name he wanted, what its main business was, and what made it unique.

After asking, Zhao Hao took out some paper and notes, then patted his chest and said he would design the advertisement for him to see within three days.

Fangyuan, who knew he was reliable, was all smiles, but he was also a very particular person and made it clear that he would pay for the advertising design and would treat Zhao Hao to a drink after the event was completed.

Now Zhao Hao only wants to compete with Song Qian, and has no time to get entangled with them.

Ten minutes later, Qiao Weidong and Fangyuan left together, and the two went to drink and have lunch. Zhao Hao breathed a sigh of relief, locked the door, and walked into the bedroom.

As soon as he walked into the bedroom, he saw Song Qian wearing her own white shirt, with her long and slender legs wrapped in black silk, mysterious and beautiful.

"Send them both away?" Concubine Song Qian asked as she looked at Zhao Hao lying down.

"If you don't send them away, how could I dare to come to the house to find you?" Zhao Hao walked forward slowly, looking up and down Song Qian's body.

Song Qian put her hands on her legs and lightly picked at the black silk stockings with her fingernails. Although her movements were small, her charm was unquenchable.

Recently, she always makes Zhao Hao feel bright.

"My Qianqian, you are so good at it!" Zhao Hao stepped forward and sat next to her, with smiles in his eyes.

"Then do you like it?" Song Qian said in a lazy tone, with a faint smile in her eyes.

Zhao Hao leaned over and whispered in her ear:
"I like you and that has never changed."

"So, what are you waiting for?" Song Qian's white little hand gently patted Zhao Hao's arm, giving him the most obvious hint.

(End of this chapter)