The old people always spoil their children. They may be cruel to their children, but they are reluctant to say a cruel word to their next generation.


    Two big boys and one little girl had a lot of fun in the playground. Although Shu Qiang recovered from a serious illness, he was still good at shooting and challenging games because of his previous sports spirit and physical quality.


    "Grandpa didn''t cheat Xuanxuan. It''s really Grandpa. All the rules have changed. If you hit all the boards, you can get a teddy bear. If you hit all the arrows, you can get a grand prize. Grandpa is great." The little guy held the winning toy in his arms and couldn''t close his mouth happily.


    Shu Qiang is also happy. As long as his granddaughter is happy, he will be happy. In particular, getting praise from his granddaughter is sweeter than eating honey.


    The most rare thing is that Han Jun is also happy at the moment, because he just got an induction lamp for his granddaughter in the remote control robot trial competition in the science park.


    Han Mo bought similar toys for the little guy before, but the child was a little small and didn''t play much. Han Jun had nothing to do at home. He slipped the robot away. Although it was not exactly the same as that in the science and Technology Museum, it was also similar.


    Han Moai thought that the characteristics of strong hands-on ability were also inherited from Han Jun, so the old man easily won the little game. The little guy kept clapping and jumping.


    Three people walked side by side facing the red sunset in Beidu and returned with full load.


    Both of the old men performed well in front of the little guy. They were very comfortable. Seeing Xuanxuan happy again, they were even more comfortable.


    The little guy is today''s biggest winner, struggling to hold the booty in his hand, which is the biggest harvest in the history of the amusement park.


    The red clouds in the sky set off the faces of the three people, dotted with everyone''s smile.


    "Grandpa, Grandpa, can you bring Xuanxuan to the playground every year until Xuanxuan is so tall and so tall?" The little guy stood on tiptoe and raised his small arm high.


    Xuanxuan went to the playground alone with her grandfather and grandpa, but they didn''t have fun this time, so she always wanted to play with three people.


    Shu Qiang sighed softly. Although he wanted to promise his granddaughter immediately, promise was a "good". But Shu Qiang really didn''t dare to give his granddaughter this empty promise. Although the transplantation was successful, Shu Qiang always held the attitude of living one more day.


    The more you want to spend more time with your children, the more uncomfortable you feel.


    Han Jun didn''t think so much, and directly replied, "well, as long as Xuanxuan doesn''t dislike her grandpa and can''t walk anymore."


    The little guy raised his head and said with a positive look, "how can Xuanxuan dislike grandpa and grandpa? When Xuanxuan grows up, she will help Grandpa and grandpa to play in the playground."


    The two old men were amused by the child''s words.


    Suddenly, the little guy took grandpa in one hand and grandpa in the other. "Later, Xuanxuan will take grandpa and grandpa to the playground."


    Shu Qiang, who was still thinking, was held by the little guy''s warm hand. His heart was warm and his nose was sour.


    ......


    Han Mo was about to pick up the second old man and the first young man to go home. Suddenly, he received a call from his father. The old man said confidently that he had taken everyone on the subway and would be home soon.


    The distance from the playground to home was not too far. Han Mo told him a few more words before hanging up.


    As soon as he put down his cell phone, little pangxie walked into the office angrily.


    Although Han Mo didn''t talk much, he was not as strict with Meng Si, so Xiao Pang was also more comfortable. When someone is there, he is called President Han. When no one is there, he is still called brother Han.


    "Brother Han, do you read the online comments? I suspect there is a navy with rhythm. " Little pangxie turned the laptop screen to Han Mo, and his two eyebrows were twisted into a twist.


    Han Mo didn''t pay much attention to the information on the Internet. He glanced at the screen, and the comments area scrolled with netizens'' messages.


    The official wechat of sichen media has just announced a public welfare wechat about supporting the recording industry.


    Originally, it was to support the development of the recording industry, but there was no news. At the moment, the netizen comments below wechat have nothing to do with the information supporting the recording industry.


    "When did sichen media become a record company? I remember sichen media was a brokerage company at the beginning, and later developed into a comprehensive media company. The most important part of its career is to invest in film and television dramas."


    "Meng Si is gone, and sichen media is over. Han Mo himself is a singer, so he can only run to the record industry."


    "How easy it is to make a record. Do you know how difficult it is to make a profitable film?"


    "It is estimated that after Meng Si leaves, we will never see the films produced by sichen media again."


    The following rolling comments mean that since Han Mo accepted it, sichen media has only focused on the record industry and is getting darker and darker on the road of not making money.


    Han Mo did not look down again. The netizens were very similar. They were still very polite, but they could only make complaints about Tucao, and no abuse.


    Little pangxie was unconvinced. "What do these people think? Why can we only make records? Even if we make records, we do the best. Sister Shuya''s album will soon exceed 800000, and we will be able to make platinum records soon. If I say they are jealous of us. "


    Netizens may have been taken to the rhythm by intentional people, but what netizens without malice had to think, and Han Mo was silent.


    Han Mo didn''t speak. Little Pang Xie thought Han Mo was unhappy because others compared him with Meng Si. He quickly said, "brother Han, you can''t listen to their nonsense. Meng always comes from two directions. Meng is always an agent and has a wide range of experience. You do music. You must be biased towards the recording industry. You are expert and excellent. There is no comparability between the two."


    Han Mo had long fallen into his own thoughts and didn''t quite hear what little pangxie said.


    Little Pang Xie became more worried and smashed his mouth. "No matter what others say, I am the first to support brother Han. We don''t compare with Mr. Meng, just say that the record and the output of high-quality songs are much better than many companies specializing in records, and..."


    Little Pang Xie thought that Han Mo was hit. He was afraid that he could not bear the pressure and would never recover. The more he thought so, the more he felt that he needed to comfort him, but he didn''t finish his words.


    Han Mo suddenly raised his head and interrupted little Pang Xie, "I happen to have a script. I''ll rush out these two days. You''re responsible for planning with the people in the film department. Let''s start tomorrow.


    Pang Xie was still trying to comfort Han Mo''s sentence. When he heard Han Mo''s words, he was stunned. He couldn''t believe his ears. The corners of his mouth twitched, "just... There''s a script? These two days... Planning? Tomorrow? "


    These words were connected in series. Little pangxie just felt his brain buzzing and slowed down half a beat, so he couldn''t keep up with the rhythm.