Super Daddy of Entertainment

The next day, Liu Zixia was still playing with Zhou Gong, shouted by the month of the month.

"Dad, Dad ..."

Wearing a pink sportswear month, squatting in the bedside of Liu Zixia, the guy of the small hand, it is really strong!

If Liu Zixia is heavy, it is impofinated to him.

"Month, month, don't shake, Dad vomiting." Liu Zixia's headache, the little girl is so early today? "

At first glance, I opened my eyes, and the month was blocked and said: "Dad, you forgot? Yesterday you didn't promise me, today and my aunts you go out together? How do you still can't afford?"

When I heard the month, Liu Zixia recalled it. This remembered that yesterday, she did agreed to play together.

After all, Liu Zihao, Liu Ziyu ... a few younger brother, the sister has never been to Beijing, since this time, Liu Zhixia is planning to bring them fun in Jinghua.

Besides, this time has been busy working, occasionally a few days, relaxing is also good.

"Well, my father will get up immediately, don't you do?"

Liu Zi sighed and said: "You go to play with my aunts, I will go to you for a while, is it good?"

There are many rooms in Liu Zixia. After coming back yesterday, they can also use their two sons arranged. Liu Ziye will arrange it directly to them.

"Well, then I will wait for you, you hurry up!" I nod, I nauted downstairs, I ran downstairs.

I took out the phone to see an eye, and time just arrived at 6:30.

This little girl, the spirit is really big.

Shake your head, Liu Zixia climbed up from the bed, washing, change clothes, shave ..., etc., all of which were 7 o'clock.

When I came to the living room, I didn't see the little guy.

Liu Zixia walked to the kitchen and asked Li Meng: "Dream, what about the month?"

"Are you in the front yard?"

Li Denmang is a apron and is doing breakfast. She said: "I just said that they would go out to practice, this will be in the yard."

"These little guys, it is rare to play for a few days, and I still don't forget to practice."

Liu Zixia walked to the floor, and he saw the tempered glass from the lawn not far from the lawn, and he saw the figure of Liu Ziye.

In addition to a few younger brothers, outside sister, there are months and honors, not far away, and Yangyang is squatting in the car.

"How is Yang Yang outside?"

Liu Zixia thought that he was wrong. He walked outside, while said: "This big morning, the outer fog is strong, Yangyang has a cold."

"Which is what you say so delicate?"

Li Meng looked with Liu Zixia and said: "Okay, just call them back, you can have breakfast."

"You don't practice, I have breakfast."

Out of the living room gate, Liu Zi Xia did a scorpion.

"father!"

"teacher!"

"Qi brother!"

Ok, the confusion is sounded.

At the same time, these pilot small guys also quickly received their efforts and ran over.

Of course, I didn't forget the baby stroller pushing Yangyang. This little guy can be expensive.

The restaurant is surrounded.

The table is rich in the table, what noodles, buns, milk, bread ... put a big table full of boarding.

"How many of you came to Jinghua?" Liu Zi Xia had a bun, said: "Tell, where do you want to play?"

"Qi brother, I am still coming to Jinghua in the first time!"

Liu Zihao said an embarrassment: "I want to go to Tiananmen to see the flag, I still want to go to the Forbidden City, I heard that there are a lot of emperor's portraits in it, is it true?"

"Qi brother, I am coming to Jinghua for the third time. When I was a child to come to Beijing, I came once again, but I didn't play."

Li Zifeng swallowed the noodles in his mouth, followed: "Can't say that the Great Wall is not a good man, I have to climb a Great Wall, I still want to go to Xiangshan!"

"You, ?" Liu Zixia turned his head to Liu Ziyu.

"I want to go to Nanluu Lane, I heard that there are many snack shops, you can buy a lot of cute ornaments."

Liu Zi looked up with Liu Zixia, said: "There is Yangmeizhu, where there is a net red shop called Meeting Someone, I am going to play, take pictures!"

"Okay, then these places, I will take you to turn."

Liu Zi Xia nodded and said: "As for the rest of the time, I will arrange it. For those days, I will take you with you!"

"Too good, you can go out!" The moon came to cheer.

"Hey you are excited."

Liu Zixia touched the small melon of the moon, said: "Let's eat, let's go to Nanluogu Lane for a while, take you to eat well!"

......

Liu Zixia collected a little guy to Beijing Hua City to visit, and the Panda Group was a little bit of cloud.

Just like Liu Zixia, the sincerity of the Panda Group is not.

At 12 o'clock in noon, the time of the week is already, don't say that the breach of money is, even if the profits of the arrears are not sent to the Xiayue Studio.

And Liu Zixia's agreement, Lin Wei is completely lost, is equal to selling himself to Liu Zi Xia.

At this moment, the Panda Building meeting room.

All group shareholders, the top of each subsidiary, sitting around the meeting table.

"Shareholders, you make me do it, I have done, and the child rejected me directly."

Lin Wei wears a black professional dress, saying: "I want to re-hit the childhood cooperation, you still find a partner."

"Is there a room that is not saved?"

Lin Bao said that a middle-aged man who looks still in the middle of the year, and it is a very spiritual middle-aged man. She said: "Do you have no 5% shares?"

Lin Yao's mouth hooked slightly, said with a little ridiculous: "White, do you think the group is much more shares? Do you know how much you can earn every year?"

"Forest, what do you mean by this?"

The middle-aged man looked up at Lin Yu, said: "An artist in the district, even if you can make money, can you more than 1 billion?"

Every year, the Panda Group is distributed to Liu Zixia's personal profit, probably between 5 and 600 million.

As for the profit of the summer month studio, this is really not counted.

So the middle-aged man said, he felt that he still said more.

"laugh!"

Lin Yu smiled and said: "My team once gave birth to the child, and his annual income is estimated to be around 10 billion, which is not a literary work, and the profits of other personal industries. "

When I said here, Lin Yu shook his head: "1 billion, huh, huh ..."

"impossible!"

This tries to say that middle-aged men have, in addition to Lin Yu, except for Lin Hao, is a face.

An artist, can you earn 10 billion a year?

Is this not a bad?

"Nothing is impossible." Lin Yu said: "And that is still 15 years, that is, when he just shot, now, it can be said."

"I still can't believe it."

"Yeah, this is too difficult to confuse."

"But if he is so rich, it doesn't care about 5% of shares ..."

The shareholders and group high-level discussions are still more than those who don't believe.

After all, this is really incredible for them. When is the artist to make money?

Hey!

Just when everyone talked, the sound of knocking was rang.