Almighty Star Daddy

  Chapter 220 Find someone

  The first ray of morning light from Beidu shined through the glass into the window, Han Mo stretched out a long waist in the chair, moved his shoulders lightly, and leaned back into the chair. Finally, he glanced at the computer screen and clicked to send without hesitation. A hint of wisdom appeared in the deep eyes.

  Han Mo stayed up all night, bloodshot around his ink-colored pupils. He closed his eyes vigorously and gently rubbed the center of his eyebrows. The lack of sleep caused the body to be very tired, but the brain was still awake.

  Han Mo suddenly opened his eyes, rolled his wrist, and checked the time. This time was a bit early for Han Mo to go to the company, but if he went to see him, the moment would be just right.

He walked gently to the door of the little guy’s room, Xuan Xuan was still doing the last roll before waking up, stretching her arm to the left and kicking her right. The guy stood in front of the door for a while, and he had already seen a variety of sleeping positions, the unpredictable changes, the graceful form, and the sweetness of sleeping.

   A smile couldn't help but climbed to the corner of Han Mo's mouth. He couldn't help but glanced a few more times, shook his head helplessly, and turned away.

  Because I left early today and didn’t have time to send Xuan Xuan to kindergarten, Han Mo wanted to inform the child’s grandparents.

Chen Yuehong knew that her son hadn't slept all night, but at the same time, she knew that his son must be busy with important work. By going to the toilet every time he passed by Han Mo's room, he looked inside once to see if his son's room was lighted up. , Speculate whether he is sleeping.

This night the old lady did nothing else. She went to the toilet every time. She wanted to knock on the door to remind her son to sleep, but she was afraid of disturbing Han Mo’s work. I got up, repeatedly, hesitated and entangled all night, and finally did not knock on the door, but I did not sleep all night.

"Mom, didn't you sleep yesterday? Your eyes are full of bloodshot eyes." Han Mo wanted to tell Chen Yuehong that he had to go first and that he had to leave breakfast and child delivery to them, but he saw it at first sight. Chen Yuehong looked tired.

   "I drank too much water before going to bed yesterday, and I didn't sleep well." Chen Yuehong casually made up a reason. She couldn't say that she didn't sleep well because she pretended to go to the toilet all night, in order to see if Han Mo was asleep.

  Han Mo didn’t feel anything when he stayed up late, but his mother couldn’t stay up late when he was old. He said with concern, “Don’t drink too much water before going to bed in the future. It will affect the quality of sleep. You should take a good rest at home during the day today.”

  Although Chen Yuehong sprinkled a little panic in front of her son, her heart was still warm when she heard his son’s concern.

  Han Mo told his mother a few more words before leaving.

  ...

  Zhang Liguo’s gaze moved quickly on the computer screen, a white towel draped around his neck, the hand holding one end of the towel paused, and the action of wiping sweat stopped abruptly.

  Browsing fast without blinking, both hands dropped on the desk subconsciously, and suddenly held the signature pen for a while, then loosened it again, and the eyebrows were sometimes slightly constricted and sometimes stretched.

  At this moment, Zhang Liguo is completely attracted by the scene presented by the text, and deeply substituting it. He has read scripts all the year round and has developed a reading habit of ten lines at a glance, but now he doesn't want to leave even a word, for fear of missing important plots.

  The plot is at a critical moment, Zhang Liguo kept scrolling down, but the page stopped to the last line and could no longer move.

  "It's gone?" Zhang Liguo didn't believe in evil, so he kept clicking on the next page, and the screen kept reminding him that it was the last page.

  Zhang Liguo took a sip in his heart, this should be interrupted.

  I just ran back in the morning and saw the email I received in the mailbox. I just opened it casually, but I didn't expect it to be such a good book.

I just glanced at it and I was fascinated. I didn’t wipe my sweat, and I didn’t return the clothes. I read all the manuscripts steadily. At this moment, he just wanted to know who sent the manuscript, but the sender only wrote. Two letters, HM. There are no more clues.

  "HM?" Zhang Liguo went through the names of all the famous screenwriters in China, but he did not find anyone related to the two letters.

  Zhang Liguo quickly dialed the phone number of the deputy director, “Search me for all the screenwriters in China, if there are any names related to HM, yes, now, immediately, immediately, hurry up.”

  It is too difficult to find someone based on the two letters, although it limits the group of screenwriters. He said embarrassedly, "Does Director Zhang have any other clues? Your two letters are too abstract."

   "No, just these two letters. If you don't find this person, you won't use it to find me." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

  Zhang Liguo knew the meaning of the script too much. He guessed that this part of his hand might be only a small part of the whole long story, and there are still many foreshadowings that have not been developed. This small part is enough to drive him crazy.

  I just thought "Legend of the Red Concubine" was very good, very novel, and completely different from other TV series, but after watching this story, the previous "Legend of the Red Concubine" could not be watched at all.

Zhang Liguo turned to the first page again and read it again. Many of the works are also very exciting, but they can only be read once, and then they will feel dull. However, he was surprised to find that even if he had just read this story, he immediately read the first page. The second time I was still deeply attracted, as if it was magical, I didn't want to miss a word.

  No one knows better than Zhang Liguo what a good script means to a director.

  He must find the person who emailed him, he must find him.

   Suddenly Zhang Liguo’s cell phone rang, and the deputy director’s name was dancing on it, and he immediately answered the call.

   "Did you find it? Do you know who it is?" Zhang Liguo said excitedly.

"No, no. I went through all the screenwriters that have been recorded in the book. There is nothing related to these two letters. Where did your two letters come from? Could the information be wrong?" the deputy director asked strangely. .

   "There will be no mistake, if you are not in the screenwriter, you will continue to expand the scope, and you must find it for me." Zhang Liguo said in a commanding tone.

He hung up the phone and looked at the sender carefully, his eyebrows twisted into twists. He wanted to know who the email was sent, and he wanted to know the next plot. This was the first time Zhang Liguo watched the script. Use critical eyes, but with a reader's mentality.

  Zhang Liguo kept muttering, HM, HM...

  Han Mo walked into the elevator. He had already inquired about Zhang Liguo's work and rest. He knew that he had a habit of running in the morning every morning, and then went directly to the studio, so Han Mo sent the first manuscript to Zhang Liguo early in the morning.

  At this meeting, Zhang Liguo was still muttering words, repeating two letters, and suddenly Han Mo stood at the door of his office, which really frightened him.

   "Director Zhang, hello." Han Mo walked to Zhang Liguo and proactively extended his hand to Zhang Liguo who was stunned.

Although Zhang Liguo only works as a director and has little contact with singers, Han Mo is really popular in looking for good voices. Nowadays, very few people in the circle don't know him. Zhang Liguo naturally knows Han Mo, just wondering why Han Mo is so. Appearing in his office, the two people have no intersection at all.

   "Han Mo? Hello, hello."

  (End of this chapter)