Quan Shao's new wife

Chapter 912 Do You Still Have Courage (3)
"As for the awards this time, since I haven't watched the entire show for two days, I won't comment on it. Moreover, as a creative person, I respect all audiences, including the judges' professional and non-professional evaluation of these films."

"How do you explain it to a non-professional?"

"The main audience of our films is actually non-professionals. An idea that is recognized by the audience is a truly successful idea; otherwise, no matter how many skills there are, it can only be reduced to a professional failure."

"MissXu has such insights at such a young age. It's really surprising. MissXu has become a blockbuster this time and won this worldwide award. What are your future development goals?"

"I..." Xu Nuo was stunned for a moment, his eyes dimmed unconsciously - what is her goal?
After Xu Yan's death, does she still have a goal?
"Did MissXu never expect such a good result, so she never thought about her future goals?"

"I hope that through this exhibition and the influence of your magazine, you can help me find my mother." Xu Nuo said in a low voice, his soft tone was completely different from the way he talked about his major just now.

"Can you give me some more information about my mother? Maybe such a miracle will happen." The blond-haired, blue-eyed reporter's beauty softened her voice.

"Zeng Weiran..." After Xu Nuo finished speaking softly, he slowly closed his eyes.

The blond beauty looked at Xu Nuo for a long while, the sadness and helplessness on her face moved people.

A seaside city, a villa by the sea.

After hearing the promise of a black suit that string of 'you know what? ’, Zeng Weiran’s heart suddenly twitched, and he felt a dull pain.

When she finally couldn't support herself and fell limply on the stage, Zeng Weiran couldn't sit still anymore and suddenly stood up, biting her lower lip tightly, her body trembling slightly.

"Yo, what's the matter with Aunt Zeng?" A girl looked at Zeng Weiran with a sarcasm, her shrill voice full of gloating.

After seeing Zeng Weiran's abnormal expression, he couldn't help but roll his eyes a few times, and asked with a smile: "Could it be that her mother is you, Aunt Zeng?"

"No." Zeng Weiran only felt her body shaking for a while. Seeing that the promise on the stage had been taken away by a tall man, she calmed down a little and said to the girl: "Look slowly, Qingqing, I'm a little dizzy. Go back to your room and rest."

As he spoke, he hurried upstairs.

"Oh, Aunt Zeng, I'm so scared to be alone in the living room, you accompany me." Looking at the back of Zeng Weiran leaving in a hurry, the girl smiled more openly: "Aunt Zeng, walk slowly and don't fall I'm afraid my dad will blame me for bullying you when he comes back."

Xie Qingqing turned her eyes away from the screen, watching the TV broadcast had changed awards, she couldn't help muttering about what happened just now - she picked up the computer and searched for information on 'promise' and 'Xu Yan' in Baidu.

"Qingqing, why are you staying at home so obediently today?" Xie Lang walked in the door, looking at her daughter who always liked to be lively, watching a city promotional video on TV, she couldn't help feeling a little strange.

"I'm watching the International City Broadcasting Contest. Dad, our country's capital won the second prize for broadcasting. This idea is really great. It captures the soul of the city. I can't believe that such a film is actually a 23 This year-old woman is so creative, it's really enviable." The girl had a mischievous face and an inquiring look.

"If you can calm down and study hard, you can do it." Xie Lang put down his briefcase, went to sit on the sofa, and pampered his daughter's head: "Where's Aunt Zeng? Didn't she read it?"

"Dad, how old are you? Looking for a wife as soon as you come back, it's not boring!" Xie Qingqing pushed Xie Lang's hand away vigorously, and looked at her father with displeasure.

"How do you talk, girl? You and Aunt Zeng are the only two people in the house, and you are here. I don't ask her who to ask?" Hearing her daughter's rude words, Xie Lang's face darkened, and his tone was annoyed. .

"That's true." Xie Qingqing rolled her eyes a few times, and her attitude suddenly turned 180 degrees: "Dad, there is something wrong with my aunt Zeng today."

"Did you play tricks again?" Xie Lang understood this eccentric elf very well, and didn't like Zeng Weiran, the stepmother's daughter.

"What?" Xie Qingqing took the initiative to approach her father, picked up the remote control and adjusted the screen to the time when she promised to receive the award, and said to her father: "My aunt Zeng saw this scene, and her whole body immediately became ill."

"I guess, is this Miss Xu's mother, is she?" Xie Qingqing narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "Dad, I really didn't realize that my aunt Zeng is really ambitious. When she acts as a nanny for our family, such a young daughter is willing to throw it away."

"However, this career is quite successful. It is worth the sacrifice to upgrade from nanny to primary mother."

"Xie Qingqing, get the hell out of my room." Xie Langhuo stood up and shouted angrily at his daughter.

"Hey, I won't go back to the room. I have a drink with a friend. Goodbye, Dad. Go and make out with Aunt Zeng. Maybe, with your comfort, she will forget about it in a while." Xie Qingqing When he saw his father raised his palm, he ran out quickly, stood at the door and said loudly, "Dad, congratulations on having a daughter."

"This stinky girl, I'm really mad at you." Xie Lang stomped his feet in anger. He was a respected professor outside, but at home, he couldn't control his daughter. Thinking about it was full of annoyance.

"Wei Ran, what's going on, did Qingqing make you angry again?" Xie Lang walked to Zeng Weiran who was standing by the window in a daze, and asked considerately.

"You're back." Zeng Weiran looked away from the window, the sadness and panic in his eyes were all put away for a while.

"Don't be as knowledgeable as Qingqing, this child has no mother since he was a child, and he is used to being wild." Xie Lang stretched out his hand and patted Zeng Weiran's shoulder, his eyes could not help but feel apologetic.

"No, it's none of Qingqing's business." Zeng Weiran forced a smile: "Are you hungry, I'll make dinner."

"You don't feel well today, so don't do it, let's go out to eat." Xie Lang looked at Zeng Weiran and said with a smile, but there was also a hint of doubt and thought in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)