My wife is squeamish

Chapter 698 This Is Caring About Your Performance

Zhang Feichen pulled his hair, "No matter what you say, I won't leave."

Fang Jing pursed her lips, looked up at his firm eyes, and finally, chose to compromise again, "It's up to you, anyway, you are the one answering the phone."

"So you don't have to worry, I will definitely take care of my mother."

She let go, and Zhang Feichen also breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most afraid of was not his mother's phone harassment, but Fang Jing's lack of support.

"Then go ahead." Fang Jing patted his chest.

Turned and entered the room.

Zhang Feichen hurriedly followed.

And the other side.

After Gong Zhan called Zhang Feichen, he learned the result of the acquisition the next night.

Because he is generous enough.

So, without much struggle over there, he let go.

That publishing house itself is a shareholder system, the boss is the major shareholder, and there are seven or eight small shareholders below, who spend some money to buy shares.

It's not difficult.

With the back door of the studio and the publishing house, An Zhi obviously felt a lot easier.

The editor didn't push too hard.

But this caused her inertia to come out again. Every 2 minutes, she came out to hang around, and she felt irritable after watching the palace battle.

"I said little guy, are you tired from running up and down like this?"

Gong Zhan put down the pen in his hand and looked at her helplessly.

It has been more than half an hour since she said she was going to change the storyboard after dinner, and it has been more than half an hour.

She has been to the study three times.

The first time I didn't take the cup, the second time I wanted to eat some fruit, so I sent a serving, and this time, I wanted to drink tea.

Come in for tea.

An Zhi was on the coffee table, flipping through the pages, "I'm not tired, little brother, where did you put your tea?"

"Here." Gong Zhan tapped the tea pot at hand with the tip of his pen.

"Ah, I've been looking for it for a long time, why didn't you tell me earlier." She didn't find it by herself, and complained to others, and ran over pouted.

Run away holding the tea pot.

Gong Zhan rested his chin on one hand, and fixed his eyes on the small alarm clock on the table, which was bought by An Zhi and placed here specially.

As the name suggests, let him watch the time.

It's time to rest.

Yet she herself, with three on the table, never ate or slept on time.

Once he was serious about doing something, he had to urge him three times and four times every time before he could call someone.

Sure enough, after 15 minutes.

An Zhi hugged the tea pot again, ran down the stairs and put it on the tea table, "I brought it back for you, hey, little brother, are you done yet?"

She realized later that Gong Zhan didn't seem to be reading the documents.

He hurriedly asked.

"It's done, what do you think?" Gong Zhan raised his eyebrows.

"It's done, come upstairs with me, it's so boring here." An Zhi happily ran to his side, propping his chin with his hands.

Staring at him helplessly.

"From the beginning, you ran back and forth just to see me." Gong Zhan said affirmatively.

"Who said that, I have something to do." An Zhi's mouth was stiff, and after being stared at, she wrinkled her nose and nodded honestly, "Yes, little brother, I can't bear to leave you, I want to be with you work."

"You're so grown up, why do you still look like a slime?" Gong Zhan poked her forehead.

"It's a sign that I like you. Don't be ignorant of your blessings. If I don't care about you anymore, you can just cry."

An Zhi snorted, very confident.

With an expression of 'I'm doing this to you'.

Gong Zhan couldn't help but hold his forehead and smiled.

(End of this chapter)