Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 165 Tang Zheng's Mouth
During this period of silence due to the childbirth, You Qian neither participated in the program nor filmed new works. For nearly a year, she maintained her popularity entirely due to the popularity of "Trace" and the guest movie. With the only exposure rate, both Tang Zheng and You Qian need to re-evaluate her current popularity.

After the event that fans unintentionally recognized, she had a small sense of presence on the Internet.

Tang Zheng kept staring at the computer screen without opening a word. Zhou Jia followed Tang Zheng's instructions, analyzed various responses from the Internet, and made a statistical table.

After a while, after the two stopped, Tang Zheng looked at the results, then stared at You Qian, and said, "Your popularity is still alive, and we'll see how you perform at the Golden Flower Film Festival."

You Qian regained consciousness quickly, and moved her fingertips away from the phone screen.

Tang Zheng frowned slightly, and said slightly dissatisfied: "Pay attention to maintaining your spirit, what I need is a radiant face, not a haggard aunt's face."

aunt face...

You Qian covered her heart, feeling that she could bear it very well.

After Tang Zheng finished speaking, he stood up without feeling guilty at all, and said, "Tomorrow, both of you will stay in the hotel honestly and don't go out casually."

After leaving the words, Tang Zheng turned and left.

When the footsteps disappeared completely, Zhou Jia said slightly dissatisfied: "Tang Papi's mouth is getting more and more poisonous now."

You Qian smiled: "I usually selectively enter some of Ah Zheng's words into the left ear and out of the right ear, so I don't feel much."

Zhou Jia said, "I decided to do the same."

When Zhou Jia also left the room, You Qian sat quietly on the soft couch, unable to concentrate all the time, her fingers touched the phone screen uncontrollably.

On the screen was a picture of a baby sleeping soundly.

With a pink face, she sleeps peacefully.

Just glanced at it for a while, and You Qian's heart suddenly throbbed in pain. She stroked her chest and told herself not to look, but she still couldn't bear to move her eyes away.

This is her child.

She conceived a child born in October.

Song Zhicheng didn't say hello, and exposed the child's photos willfully. The popularity on the Internet has not dropped yet, but it is getting hotter and hotter.

You Qian bit her lip, and it took a lot of restraint to move her eyes away and turn off the screen.

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After Song Zhicheng watched all the videos and pictures sent by Zhou Jia, he was ready to rest. On the bed, his son was sleeping soundly, his stomach rising and falling slightly. Song Zhicheng looked at his son's sleeping face, and his tense face relaxed.

Lie on your side and close your eyes.

It took about half an hour before I felt sleepy.

In a daze, hearing a burst of crying, Song Zhicheng suddenly opened his eyes, and moved his eyes to his son almost reflexively. Sure enough, his son was crying with his mouth puckered.

Song Zhicheng didn't hug his son right away, first checked the diaper, then, without blinking, changed his son into a clean diaper, soaked milk powder, and then hugged the baby.

The crying has stopped.

The room was so quiet that no sound could be heard, Song Zhicheng held the child until he was soundly asleep, then put him on the bed, and then checked the time, it was more than three o'clock in the morning.

Today Song Gungun woke up half an hour later than the previous few days. Although there is no exact rule, as long as he gets up and feeds him once a day at a similar time, he won't have to wait for the baby to cry before getting up to feed him. He was drinking milk, Song Zhicheng had calculated so well, and adjusted the alarm clock.

Continue to lie down, falling asleep was not easy this time, and Song Zhicheng didn't fall asleep until almost five o'clock. His biological clock was very punctual, and he woke up on time at six o'clock every day.

After washing and tidying up, he swam in the swimming pool for half an hour. The kitchen had already prepared breakfast. Song Zhicheng went to see his son and saw that he was still asleep, so he went downstairs to have breakfast.

After breakfast, work in the room.

After Song Gungun woke up and packed up the children's affairs, Song Zhicheng ordered the driver to drive to the office building of the Song Group.

In view of Song Zhicheng's order, this time, he carried his son into the hall, and finally there were no extra idlers waiting. It was not until Song Zhicheng entered the elevator that the quiet hall regained its popularity.

Although the hall is very quiet, the group inside the company is very lively.

"...So, Mr. Song has already arrived at the company with Gun Gun?" someone asked.

"Yes. Boss Song came in with Gun Gun in his arms. Unfortunately, he still didn't see Gun Gun's face." It was Song's front desk girl who answered.

"You can be satisfied with the back of your head."

"Suddenly I am envious of the front desk job. If I propose to transfer the post to the front desk, would it be feasible?"

"Rejected! Send me the documents I want as soon as possible."

"Ah~ Sister Ling, I'll post it right away, right away. Don't take what you said just now seriously, I was just joking." This girl never expected that her boss would see what she said impulsively. I was shocked, so I had to cheer up and start working.

The lively internal group immediately became less popular because of this episode.

Song Zhicheng entered the office all the way, with a pale face the whole time. When Song Gungun, who was nestled in his arms, woke up, Song Zhicheng's eyes turned gentle.

He didn't go to work right away, but took a few small toys to train Song Gungun's reaction ability. Sometimes Song Gungun didn't cooperate, and Song Zhicheng was very patient.

When Lin Jingwen came in to explain his work, he saw Song Zhicheng squatting next to Song Gungun's stroller, coaxing the child with a stern face and pursed mouth, Lin Jingwen's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Sure enough, still not used to it?
After Lin Jingwen finished explaining, Song Zhicheng suddenly said, "Help me book a ticket to Haicheng tomorrow."

Lin Jingwen was surprised: "President Song? Aren't you going tomorrow..." There will be a relatively important business meeting tomorrow, and many partners of the Song Corporation will be there, but the big boss temporarily changed the schedule...

Song Zhicheng said with a sullen face, "Tell the other party to reschedule."

Lin Jingwen nodded: "Okay, I'll handle it right away."

After Lin Jingwen went out, Song Zhicheng planned to start working, but because Song Gungun didn't sleep all the time, he was left alone in the stroller, and the child was upset and cried when he opened his mouth.

Parenting books said that babies in this period lack a sense of security and must be accompanied by their parents. Thinking of this, Song Zhicheng felt a little distressed in his heart. He stretched out his hand to hold his son in his arms, and let him sit on his lap. This will not affect your own work, but you can also bring your children.

Song Gungun really didn't cry anymore because of his father's familiar aura. He opened his eyes and looked around curiously. He didn't seem very interested, so he hugged his fingers and began to chew.

Song Zhicheng took the little paw away from his mouth, stared at the child in his arms, and couldn't help saying: "When I first got a nickname, I should have called you a crying bag."

As soon as the words fell, Song Zhicheng was slightly startled.

(End of this chapter)