Back in bed, yuntianyou got into the bed and took a delicate and small picture frame from the bedside table. It was a picture of him and mummy in the amusement park the other day!

Clinging the photo to his chest, he fell asleep quietly.

The next morning.

When yunshishi wakes up and comes to the living room after washing, yuntianyou has arranged his breakfast on the dining table. Yunyecheng immediately greets: "poetry, early!"

"Dad, good morning! Good morning! "

"Mommy, have breakfast." You you opened the chair for her, made a gentleman's gift, asked her to take a seat.

Yunshishi was amused by his elegant posture as a little gentleman and took his seat.

Yun Tianyou sat beside her and asked with a smile, "Mommy, did you sleep well last night?"

Cloud poetry Zheng Zheng, recalled last night's kiss, red face, and then back: "Hmm! I had a dream. "

Youyou smiled and said, "it's so nice! But youyou had a bad dream. "

"Well?"

"Nothing! Stupid Mommy, hurry up with breakfast. This is the fried eggs with love from youyou! " As he said this, he brought the plate with a love shaped egg in front of her, which was carefully cooked by youyou.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Stupid Mommy, what time is it? I'm going to kindergarten to report! " Make complaints about it.

At the thought of going to the kindergarten again, the face of the baby's milk bag is full of anguish.

Worry, worry to death.

I feel that in the next few years in kindergarten, his IQ level will decline in a straight line.

Yunye Cheng said to yunshishi: "Shishi, go to the company as soon as you have finished breakfast! I sent you to kindergarten! "

"Well! Be careful on the road. "

Yunye Cheng goes out with youYou.

Not long ago, yunshishi bought a car for him. After the bankruptcy of the company, Yunye Cheng hasn't driven a car for several years. He has adapted to it for a few days and has almost run in.

As the car slowly drove out of the gate of the villa, a black car followed closely.

Since the event in the amusement park, Li Hanlin has specially equipped Yun Tianyou with bodyguards for 24-hour supervision.

Yunshishi ran out of breakfast and rushed to the company.

In the company, Lin Fengtian is sitting in the office, and several deputy directors stand on one side with fear and sweat.

Qin Zhou sat on the sofa, grinding his nails carelessly.

At this moment, the huge office, shrouded in a layer of low pressure.

"How to shoot?! How do you do it? " Lin Fengtian claps the table top mercilessly. On the table, it's an order.

What is presented above is a series of rules and regulations about cloud poetry making movies.

No kissing.

No sex.

No hugging.

No holding hands.

Lin Fengtian took a look, almost three feet in blood!

This is what muyazhe asked for, but in this series of rules and regulations, just these four items make Lin Fengtian a little crazy!

"How can I do this?! How to shoot! Murdoch, he's crazy! "

When he found his theory with this prohibition, no matter how rational he was and how emotional he was, he said softly six words: "love clapping, don't clap rolling."

"Shh!" Qin Zhou immediately soothed his mood, "director Lin, take it easy! How dare you speak ill of him when you are still in the Mu headquarters

Lin Fengtian feels that he has a tendency to have a stroke.

It's not allowed to make a play. Is emotion to find a double?

Is this still a film?