Chapter 233 We're so good

Having said that, Mianmian still felt a little sad.

She leaned closer to Sang He and asked carefully: "But what if the things I draw every time are the worst?"

Sang He knew Mianmian very well in his heart.

After pausing, after considering the words in his heart, Sang He looked at Mianmian again and said, "Then are you sad?"

"What does it mean, Mom?" Mianmian didn't understand Sang He's meaning.

Sang He was not impatient, but was very patient and did not comfort him directly. Instead, he guided Mianmian step by step.

"I said, if you draw these worst ones, will you be sad and unhappy?" Sang He stared at Mianmian's eyes tightly.

Upon hearing this, Mianmian thought about it very seriously for a while.

Then he shook his head very seriously: "No."

When I am with my mother, these problems are not problems, and even if I feel a little hard and tired sometimes, she enjoys it.

After taking a look at the time, Sang He stood up and took out the toiletries in his suitcase: "It's time to go to bed, hurry up and wash and go to bed."

This action made the barrage all became curious.

As long as she can be with her mother, she will do anything!

The mother and daughter quickly joined the cleaning ranks. After half an hour, they put the house in a roughly decent shape.

After everything was done, Sang He reached out and shouted Mianmian: "It's OK to wash."

This session ended soon, and it was getting late, so everyone carried their own suitcases and returned to their respective places of residence.

"Mom, we are so great!" Mianmian sighed sincerely at the completely different house.

The director team prepared clean bedding and Sang He quickly laid his hands and feet.

Room No. 2 of Sanghe and Mianmian were houses that were a long time ago. After the family became rich, they moved to the county town, so no one lived in it for a long time and had not even had hot water.

Thinking of this, Sang He slowly frowned.

Mianmian nodded vigorously: "Okay!"

[When it comes to filming, Sang He hasn't had a film and television work for a long time. When will he go to film again?]

Mianmian nodded without understanding.

[I just wanted to talk about Sang He, but I didn't expect Sang He still remembered it.]

Mianmian obediently took her cup to collect water.

The director of the research institute called in person, it must be about Luo Wenmo.

But since he came, he would be at ease. Sanghe quickly adjusted his mindset, put down his luggage and rolled up his sleeves.

In the end, feelings are still the worst house among everyone.

Is there a possibility that I have found with conscience that the house I arranged this time is not very bad.

Sang He's temple jumped.

"Okay, go and smoke." Sang He stood up straight, reached out and rubbed Mianmian's head.

"Do work," Sang He looked at Mianmian, "at least you will clean out the bed tonight."

However, Xiao Tuanzi was so happy that he couldn't bear to let go of the fun, so he didn't say anything and continued to let someone smoke the house.

Mianmian ran to Sanghe with the photo, and said with surprise: "Mom, it's not particularly bad!"

[It's winter now, it's night again, the temperature must be close to zero degrees, Sanghe is really not pretentious.]

Mianmian turned around in confusion: "What's wrong with mom?"

The call came from the director of the research institute. Because she had a brief call, she directly wrote down the notes.

Mianmian lost his psychological burden and ran to the blind box placed in front of the director.

[Would it be her husband called it? The couple are sweet and don't want us to listen.]

[If this is true, I would like to hear it even more. Who doesn’t like to suck sugar?]

During the barrage, the water was boiling quickly. Sanghe poured the water into the basin prepared by the program team, and then mixed a little cold water. After carefully adjusting the water temperature, the basin was placed in a position just right for Mianmian.

After hearing Mianmian's answer, Sang He chuckled: "Since you won't be sad, it proves that this is not a bad ending for you, so don't think so much."

Pressing the answer button, Sang He put his phone in his ear and turned off his own microphone.

She was about to say that she was fine, but Sanghe took a pot of water in a kettle first: "Let's wash it later."

Sang He just sat quietly beside the bed, looking at Mianmian with a look of happiness and satisfaction.

[Sanghe is really a qualified mother. Sanghe used cold water directly when washing her hands and face. After that, she did not forget to boil water for her.]

[In such a cold day, something will definitely happen if you wash it with cold water.]

Resignation?

[Who called this? Sanghe actually closed the wheat.]

Sang He nodded gently, and thought that the director could not see it, so he whispered "Yeah" again: "Is there anything you have to do?"

After glanced at the caller, Sang He's smile suddenly calmed down.

[Is there anything that our noble VIP cannot listen to?]

Even Sang He, who had always been calm, was shocked when he heard this.

"Wait a minute." Sang He suddenly thought of something and quickly pulled out a loud voice to stop Mianmian.

Mianmian looked like a kindergarten child. Hearing this, he ran over with a cup and washed himself obediently.

A little dumpling who is only four years old is not vague at all when doing work.

When I heard what my mother said, Mianmian immediately realized.

The photos given by the director team were just taken roughly, but in fact, there was more than one layer of dust in the room.

"Hello, it's Luo Wenmo's wife, Sanghe?" The director on the other end of the phone confirmed Sanghe's identity.

director:"……"

[Isn't this nonsense? When Sang He was still filming, it was common for him to shoot water scenes in winter.]

It's just a very ordinary bungalow, it's not that good, but it's not bad either.

"You are a smart person, so I won't beat around the bush," the director laughed a few times on the other end of the phone, and then got to the point directly. "That's right, Wen Mo submitted his resignation to me two days ago."

At this moment, her cell phone that she placed on the table suddenly rang.

The little hand reached in and soon pulled out a note.

Sang He said that all the worries were gone.

The number written on the note was two, and the director then released photos of two's room.

Seeing Mianmian so happy, Sanghe couldn't help but feel happy, and reached out to rub Mianmian's head: "I knew we Mianmian were the best."

Sang He sat on the bed and looked at Mianmian, then smiled: "Mianmian is the best."

Scientific research career is Luo Wenmo's lifelong dream. He can give up everything, how can he quit?

The director continued on the other end: "You also know that Wen Mo is a very scarce talent. There is a project here that needs him very much, so I called over and wanted to ask what happened and what problems were told. The research institute will definitely try its best to solve them."

Sang He was silent for a moment before saying truthfully: "I don't know."

Luo Wenmo never told her that she was going to quit the research institute.
Chapter completed!