Song Zhinian looked at the scene seriously with his dark eyes, and suddenly got up and ran to Song Cheng’s dressing room.

    “Dad,” Song Zhinian looked at Song Cheng who was putting on makeup, pointed at the script and said, “Can I play this person? “

    Song Cheng opened his eyes slightly in surprise and picked up the script to take a look.

    It was about a little beggar who was trampled to death by horse hooves, showing the cruelty of the enemy.

    “This role has not been decided yet. Dad will ask the director,” Song Cheng asked puzzledly, “Why do you want to act?”

    “I want to make money,” Song Zhinian tilted his head, and looked at Song Cheng seriously with his dark eyes, “I want to raise Xiaoguai.”

    [Nianzi, how old are you and you’re thinking about raising a wife (laughing and crying) (laughing and crying)]

    Song Cheng was also a little surprised, “Raise Xiaoguai?”

    Song Zhinian nodded very seriously, “Yes, raise Xiaoguai.”

    He thought about it again, “Also raise dad and Uncle Wen, and Uncle Jiang.”

    Song Cheng didn’t quite understand his weird little idea, but still said, “Okay, then you have to do what you say.”

    Song Cheng glanced at the script, “This role only has a shot of one and a half seconds, but it requires strong expressiveness…”

    The makeup artist next to him couldn’t stand it anymore, “Teacher Song, this role is very dangerous. “

    For such a big movie, the director can’t use a prop horse. Even if the horses in the crew are trained, it is always dangerous to lie under the horse’s hooves, not to mention that Song Zhinian is only six years old.

    Before Song Cheng could speak, Song Zhinian said in a flat tone, “Others can do it, so can I. “

    The dark eyes looked so creepy that the makeup artist pursed her lips and stopped talking.

    Song Zhinian knew that others didn’t like him, so he left the dressing room silently with the script in his arms, and continued to sit on the small stool, reading the script and looking at Zaizai.

    “Peach Blossom” has a higher level of confidentiality, and some special props in the plot cannot be revealed in advance. The program crew of “Zizai Dad” can only stay with Song Zhinian and wait for Song Cheng to finish the show.

    The editor also learned from Zou Xue to adjust the camera angle, but Song Zhinian was motionless like a small statue, and his dark eyes were dark without a trace of light.

    The director muttered in his heart, fearing that Song Zhinian would scare away the audience.

    But after a while, Wen Tian, ​​who had just finished filming a scene on the other side, hurriedly ran to the little Zaizai with a long gown in his hand. The little Zaizai’s eyes curved, and his baby voice was as sweet as melted candy, “Daddy! “

    Song Zhinian’s dark pupils moved slightly, and it was as if the little ice sculpture came to life in an instant, and also showed a happy smile.

    [Ah Zhizhi, you really shouldn’t love too much!]

    [After meeting Guaizi, Zhizhi loves to laugh more and more.

    Xiaoguai is really the salvation of our Zhizhi (covering mouth and crying) (covering mouth and crying)]

    [Zhizhi said that he wanted to make money to support Xiaoguai when he saw that Zaizai’s watercolor pen was out of ink! Woo woo woo Our Zhizhi is really a little angel (heart)]

    [Family members, who understands, I’m in Zhizhi’s live broadcast room watching Zhizhi watching Zaizai’s live broadcast room Zaizai (dog head) (dog head)]

    [Upstairs, nesting dolls are prohibited!!!]

    After Wen Tian finished filming a scene, he hurried to see Zaizai.

    The three-year-old Zaizai was more obedient than he thought. He was lying on the small table and drawing, so quiet that it made people feel distressed.

    Seeing Wen Tian coming over, the beautiful little cat’s eyes instantly showed strong joy, and called sweetly, “Daddy!”

    “Are you hungry, baby?” Wen Tian rubbed the baby’s head lovingly.

    “Daddy, are you hungry?” The baby stretched out his little hand and wiped Wen Tian’s forehead, “Daddy has worked hard.”

    “Daddy, there are a lot of delicious foods.” The baby took out a plastic bag full of snacks from under the table, licked his lips greedily and said “It was given by the brothers and sisters in the crew.”

    Although he was greedy, he still wanted to leave the delicious food for his father.

    Wen Tian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and his heart softened.

    “It’s time to eat,” the stage attendant who distributed the lunch boxes came over, “Teacher Wen, this is for you and Xiaoguai.”

    “Is this a work meal?” Wen Tian was slightly stunned.

    The work meal that the stage attendant distributed to him was beautifully packaged, with the logo of a well-known Hong Kong-style restaurant printed on it. In addition to the food, there were also ice cream cakes and Hong Kong-style milk tea without additives!

    The stage attendant laughed, “Isn’t this all thanks to Teacher Wen.”

    “Me?” Wen Tian blinked and immediately understood, “Was it arranged by President Jiang?”

    “No, no,” the stage attendant waved his hand hurriedly, turned around and ran away, and the echo lingered, “Absolutely not!”

    Wen Tian: …………

    [Oh, it’s not President Jiang, it’s really not (picking his nose)]

    [Excuse me, why does President Jiang look like he’s chasing his wife? ? (squinting smile)]

    [Doesn’t Xingchen Entertainment want to sign Wen Tian? Maybe it’s just the boss’s attitude towards excellent employees? (Spit), what nonsense am I talking about (spit) (spit)]

    “Uncle Jiang gave it to me,” the kid scooped a big spoonful of ice cream cake into his mouth, shaking his head happily, “It’s so sweet~”

    Wen Tian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, “Eat less, or you’ll catch a cold.”

    He looked around and found that even the extras and the fans who followed him were eating the same as him.

    The stage manager handed out a portion and said, “Everyone benefited from Teacher Wen’s help.” Surprised, everyone hurriedly thanked Wen Tian in a friendly and respectful manner.

    The entire crew was polite and respectful to Wen Tian. No one would say that he was a “mistress” or a “bitch,” and no one would deliberately take ugly photos of him to cause trouble.

    Only when surrounded by an overwhelming sense of security can one immerse oneself in the performance.

    Just after filming a scene of acting cute and coquettish, Wen Tian had not completely gotten out of the play. He took a bite of the cake, opened Jiang Han’s WeChat, and excitedly sent a message: I’ve eaten the cake, love you (*??▽??*)

    After a long time, Jiang Han replied: Yes.

    It’s too cold.

    Wen Tian raised his phone and took a photo of himself and his baby eating together. He was in a good mood and gave a “yeah” sign, smiling brightly and brightly: [Small cake feedback photo, please accept~]

    At the table, Jiang Han, who was eating, looked at the cute little wave and couldn’t help laughing.

    “What are you laughing at?” A little head stretched out from the side cleverly.

    Seeing the photo of Wen Tian and Zi Zi eating together, Jiang Dabai pouted, “Huh, I also want to eat with Wen Baba!”

    “I haven’t been with Wen Baba for a long time!”

    Jiang Han didn’t even bother to raise his eyelids, “What if we are discovered.”

    Jiang Dabai was not convinced, and slapped his whitened arm, “I am now white and thin! As long as Song Zhinian, that bad guy, is not here, I will never be exposed!”

    At the same time, the little beggar who had just finished filming ran happily to Song Cheng with the red envelope given by the director, “Dad, can you take me to see Xiaoguai in the afternoon?”

    “I made money, and I want to buy a small cake and watercolor pens for Xiaoguai.”

    “Teacher Song has nothing to do this afternoon,” the director said beside him, “It’s okay to take a leave.”

    Song Cheng thought about it, “Okay.”

    He also wanted to see Wen Tian.

    Although they were in the same city, it would take three or four hours to drive there.

    Song Zhinian gave up his nap, and sat in the car holding Xinmai’s watercolor pens and small cakes, looking at the scenery outside with sparkling eyes.

    When he got there, Xiaoguai should have woken up from his nap.

    How happy would the sleepy little kid be to see him and the new watercolor pen as soon as he opened his eyes!