Dominate the entertainment industry: the wife and actress are not easy to mess with

Chapter 110 Maybe This Is Maternal Love
Seeing this, Song Siyuan, who was holding a laptop and dealing with something, went to make a cup of coffee and said, "Boss, let's have some coffee."

Su Yan didn't move, Song Siyuan had no choice but to put the coffee on the table, then returned to his seat, picked up the laptop and continued typing.

After a long time, Su Yan said, "Cancel the ticket."

"What?" Song Siyuan stopped and looked at him in surprise.

"Let her stay here first, you find someone to take care of it, remember to try not to let her go out, don't let Qiao Qiao know."

"boss"

Knowing what Song Siyuan was going to say, Su Yan raised his hand to stop it, and said decisively, "That's it, you can arrange it!"

Seeing this, Song Siyuan curled his lips, and said with a pretended sigh, "Oh, the boss is just good. The upper lip touches the lower lip. It's really easy to say."

Song Siyuan really doesn't like the one upstairs, after all, it's a white lotus, so it can't be said, it can't be touched.
In comparison, he prefers a self-reliant woman like Miss Qiao.

"Is it difficult?"

Su Yan's complexion and tone of voice were calm, but Song Siyuan, who had been with him for several years, immediately recognized the way, and immediately smiled flatteringly, "It's not difficult, it's not difficult."

Su Yan was upset and didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he asked, "How's the crew going?"

"It's nothing." Song Siyuan silently added in his heart: You and Miss Qiao are not here, what can happen!

"Okay, let Mou Yang speed up the process."

"Oh, I see."

Su Yan stood up, "I have something to do, I'm leaving first."

"Hey, hey, you came back in a hurry, so you left now?" Song Siyuan really wanted to vomit blood.

It's a pity that Su Yan left without turning his head. Song Siyuan glanced upstairs and collapsed on the sofa powerlessly.
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Qiao Zimo woke up on time, looked down and saw Dudu sleeping in her arms, so cute, she kissed Dudu.

She moved her body and found that Dudu's little hand was tightly holding onto her skirt, gently took her little hand away, and gently got out of bed to wash up.

After making breakfast, Dudu's favorite poached eggs, and warming up the milk, he returned to the bedroom and opened the curtains.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he rubbed the little guy with his nose, "Honey, are you up?"

The little guy stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes. When he saw Qiao Zimo, he said coquettishly, "Well, mama, hug me."

"Okay, hug."

With help Dudu put on a pair, seeing Dudu standing clumsily in front of the mirror brushing his teeth and washing his face, Qiao Zimo's heart was full of emotion
Five years ago, because of Dudu, Qi Xu slapped her angrily, and even planned to use force to get rid of the child.

She doesn't hate Qi Xu, she knows that Qi Xu is doing it for her own good, and her life will be a hundred times, or a thousand times, difficult after having Dudu.

Because the existence of Dudu is to remind her of her disgraceful and gloomy life all the time.

But everything happened, and she wouldn't hate anyone.

She was very glad that she insisted on not destroying Dudu five years ago and gave birth to her.

Dudu's existence completes her life and makes her stronger.

Maybe this is maternal love.

At the dining table, Qiao Zimo helped Dudu cut the eggs into small pieces, and then fed them to Dudu, watching Dudu eat with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)