Sweet Wife, be Good!

It seems that Zhou Zhuo cherishes his current family life very much, even if it is a bit too much, it is understandable.

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After dinner, Zhou Zhuo washed the dishes and told stories to his son until he fell asleep.

He came to the living room and saw Meng Qing was reading the script.

He said, "What's so interesting?"

"In fact, it's pretty good-looking." Meng Qing smiled. "Would you like to take a look?"

"I have to think about what my son will eat tomorrow and what to wear. By the way, what do you want to eat tomorrow, I will buy it when I go out for a walk?"

"It's okay," Meng Qing smiled helplessly, "Zhou Zhuo, I know that you are very good to me and my son, and take care of us in every detail. We are also very moved. But life is not just about eating and wearing..."

Zhou Zhuo frowned, and Meng Qing felt that she had said a little too much. She hurt her husband, so she stopped talking and continued to read the script in her hand.

Zhou Zhuo took it and said, "Let me see."

He watched it for a long time, until when he returned to his senses, he found that Meng Qing was no longer there.

He anxiously said: "Meng Qing? Where have you been?"

"Pour you a glass of milk."

Zhou Zhuo was obviously relieved. He seemed to have never stepped out of what happened six years ago. Once his wife and children were out of sight, he felt a little panicked.

Meng Qing sat down and shook his hand: "Zhou Zhuo, you went to see Lan Feng for the sake of my son and me. You know Lan Feng’s, he has a vision, and the works he shot before are of high quality. Some time ago, we watched "Let's Live Together", although it is only a TV series, it has a quality that is not inferior to the movie. They are doing things seriously."

Zhou Zhuo read the script of "The Story of the Yao Concubine" and really liked it.

He hasn't filmed for many years, but this script gave him a kind of eager mind.

However, thinking of the possibility of leaving his wife and children, he still gave up this plan.

No job can compare to a wife and children.

The next day, he took the initiative to call Lan Feng, "Master Feng, I want to see you."

He brought his son to meet Lan Feng and Xiao Yao.

"Master Feng, take your script back, I won't go shooting. I think the most important thing for me now is to be with my son." Zhou Zhuo still refused.

"Director Zhou, I'm walking around with Master Ling, can you talk to Master Feng?" Xiao Yao said.

"No, my son doesn't like strangers!" Zhou Zhuo refused.

He has always been reluctant to give his son to anyone, nor does he like his son to play with other children outside.

Living in this small town, everything about him is his wife and children, and everything about his wife and children is him.

Xiao Yao looked at the child.

The six-year-old boy was at his lively age. It was so close to the park that he wanted to run out a long time ago.

But looking at Zhou Zhuo's eyes, he was just looking outside, not daring to speak, knowing that his father was doing him well, he couldn't bear to hurt his heart.

Xiao Yao insisted: "Guide Zhou, it might be better for children to play with children, look over there."

The children over there are already in a pile, running around together. They don't know what they are running or chasing, but they are happy.

Zhou Zhuo's son's eyes were about to fly out, and finally he cried and said, "Dad, I want to go. I want to play with them over there."