The popularity of "Prince" has made investors see business opportunities.
There are a lot of merchandise and posters about "Prince" in the market, and all of them are sold out.
And Bai Yu's popularity not only made his salary soar, but also made him more popular.
has a face, legs, and acting skills, and all of his body echoes the star-chasing standards of the current fans and brothers, and has become the hottest first-line male star at the moment.
And Mo Anyu, who disappeared for more than a year, returned without everyone reacting.
It wasn't until everyone saw Mo Anyu's appearance in an interview with a business elite on TV that everyone found out that Mo Anyu was actually back.
Mo An in front of the camera is dressed as a social elite, with a big back hair, a black suit, and leather shoes, handsome with some indescribable maturity - the delicate and yin facial features have been slightly cold and hard.
Mo Anyu, who looked at the camera, looked a little restrained, he smiled slightly, and said to the camera: "Hello, I'm Mo Anyu, I haven't seen you for a long time."
The reporter hiding behind the camera symbolically asked a few questions about commercial topics, and then turned the topic to Bai Yu, he said: "Bai Yu's recent development trend is very good, but you left when you were the most popular, and now you are back, are you still ready to stay in the entertainment industry in the future?"
"Maybe there is, maybe not." Mo Anyu said lightly, there was still no other expression on his face, it seemed that more than a year of exile life had greatly transformed him.
"Are you perfunctory? Mr. Mo, your fans are looking forward to your return, can you please give an accurate answer? The reporter did not give up asking.
Mo Anyu was stunned for a moment, glanced at the reporter with a smile, and gave the latter goosebumps on his back before he slowly spoke: "There is really nothing to say, if there is a good script, I am willing to go back to shoot, but if not, let your impression of me stay at the moment when I have the best impression, thank you."
"Mo Anyu, you ......"
Mo Anyu stretched out his hand and made a pause gesture, he faced the reporter's stunned expression, and smiled: "This is the Finance Channel, I hope you, as a gold medal reporter here, can ask me some commercial topics instead of these topics, okay?"
The reporter nodded dumbly, then hurriedly came back to his senses, and hurriedly withdrew after raising a few commercial questions.
The next second, the video reverts to someone else.
Bai Yu stretched out his hand and replaced the TV with the remote control, looking indifferent and indifferent: "Mo Anyu is actually back."
He didn't complain about what happened back then, he was even a little moved by the fact that the other party angrily stood up to defend himself when Qi Yan tried to shoot him.
Bai Yu just couldn't accept it, Mo Anyu said that he liked himself, but he made a move to kidnap himself.
Love is not used in this kind of place.
Song Shirin walked over with a freshly soaked milk powder bottle and said, "Breastfeeding or teaching homework, which one do you choose?"
The two young fathers, because there are two children to take care of at home, so one person is responsible for taking care of the other, but it also seems very harmonious Bai Yu said decisively: "I want to take care of the little watermelon."
Song Shilin nodded without changing his face and said, "Remember to tutor him with tomorrow's homework, I'll go to breastfeed."
"Oh." Bai Yu turned off the TV, followed Song Shirin to the second floor, and then went to find the little watermelon who was still watching the animation, picked it up, and said, "Come on, let's start doing our homework."
Little Watermelon struggled to do his homework so quickly, and his brain was still stuck in the cartoon just now, and said, "Baba, I want to watch TV, just watch it for another minute."
Bai Yu, who often used this "one minute" many years ago to compete with Bai Brown for time to watch TV, is particularly ruthless at this moment.
Bai Yu stretched out his index finger and shook it, the meaning of refusal was obvious, and said, "You finish writing these additions and subtractions first, otherwise you can't read them."
"I'm four years old, why do you want me to learn addition and subtraction?" Little Watermelon puffed out her mouth, "My friends are learning foreign languages, why do I have to learn this?"
"...... Hmm" Bai Yu couldn't answer, "Or, tell me, what your father usually teaches you, I'll see if I will be happy little watermelon, and ran over to take out his little schoolbag, pouting his ass on the ground and spreading out his homework book, these are all the homework assigned to him by Song Shirin."
Before the child could introduce Bai Yu to his homework, Bai Yu's mobile phone on the table rang.
Bai Yu's eyes were staring at the little watermelon without blinking, so he didn't distract himself from looking at the caller ID, he took it directly, swiped it to connect, put it to his ear, and said, "Hello, I'm Bai Yu."
No one spoke on the other end of the line.
Bai Yu frowned, took the phone away a little, saw that it was an unfamiliar caller ID, worried that it was a scam call, and just wanted to hang up, he heard the person on the other end of the phone say, "Hey, it's me."
"Hello Bai Yu, it's me, I'm Mo Anyu." Mo Anyu's voice was hoarse, and he was still a little nervous and cramped, probably because he had also experienced some psychological struggle before making the call.
Bai Yu walked to the window with his mobile phone, and made a gesture with the little watermelon, signaling the child to make a call, and the little watermelon nodded obediently, indicating that he understood.
"You've returned to China, how are you doing?" Bai Yu was the first to speak.
"So-so." Mo Anyu on the other end of the phone pursed his dry lips, looking nervous, but his tone was still very cold, "I've been waiting for your call, but I didn't wait, it's me, it's me who is a little too arrogant."
"I don't understand why you're waiting for me to call, I've always felt like I've made it clear to you before." Bai Yu said calmly, "Say whatever you want to say."
I don't have time for small talk with you.
"How are you and Song Shirin doing together, more than a year of life, I care a lot about your love life." Mo Anyu took a deep breath, and the tension on his face disappeared after hearing the indifference and indifference in Bai Yu's words.
"With your concern, we live very well, okay, I'm going to hang up." Bai Yu doesn't plan to continue to spend time chatting with Mo Anyu, are these boring topics interesting?
It was a very, very embarrassing thing for two big men to talk about emotional issues together, but Mo Anyu still had to twitter like a little girl, which was really unacceptable to Bai Yu.
It's not that he dislikes Mo Anyu, it's just that he can't accept the tone of the other party's speech, which is too tactful.
This is a kind of torture comparable to torture for Bai Yu.
Mo Anyu: "I'll wait for you downstairs at your house."
"Right now, you come down and say a few words to me, just two sentences."
Bai Yu silently opened the curtains around him, and the night scene outside the house was illuminated by bright street lights, so Bai Yu could clearly see that there was no one outside the house.
Bai Yu held his mobile phone and said, "I'm sorry, I moved."
"......" Mo Anyu smiled bitterly: "You move?" Where did you move to, why didn't you tell me."
"When I moved, you were still abroad, and I moved to Song Shirin's house." Bai Yu brought a chair and instructed the little watermelon to do his homework, saying, "I'm going to watch the little watermelon do his homework, I'll ...... if it's okay."
"You dislike me like that?!" "If I dislike you, I'll hang up the phone when you say the first word." Bai Yu couldn't bear to say that he sacrificed the time to teach his stupid son to be smart and talk to Mo Anyu, not just to listen to him complain.
"You still have mine in your heart, don't you?" Mo Anyu's flat voice rose with a wave of surprise.
"Nope." Bai Yu said coldly, "I really can't stand you anymore, I'll hang up the phone if I don't talk about the key points."
"Nothing important, I just wanted to talk to you." Mo Anyu's voice returned to flat, and he couldn't hear joy or anger, "I just want to tell you, I'm back, I won't give up so easily."
"Oh." Bai Yu propped his chin and watched the little watermelon do his homework.
Mo Anyu may have really called to swear sovereignty, anyway, after he said this, he hung up the phone without even telling him in advance.
Bai Yu, who had long wanted to hang up the phone, held the phone and wanted to curse: "......"
The little watermelon bit her finger in distress, pointed to the question in front of her, and said, "Baba, how can this "good person" make a sentence."
"You can't make sentences with good people, don't you?" Bai Yu threw his phone aside, looked at the little watermelon seriously, and said, "Your father and I are good people."
"But the teacher will be angry if he makes a sentence like this."
"Then let him be angry, you write that your father is a good person, how can the teacher be angry?" Bai Yu said righteously.
"This is how Huamao wrote last time, but he was scolded by the teacher." The small watermelon makes a lot of sense.
"What did he write?" Bai Yu said curiously, "It's right to make a sentence according to me."
"Huamao said: Daddy's eggs are bad eggs."
"......" Bai Yu coughed dryly and said: "It's wrong for your classmate to make a sentence like this, you learn from me, it's right, believe me."
"Oh, okay." Little Watermelon nodded, and Baba said that this is it.
After the father and son finished the phone call arranged by the teacher and Song Shilin together, they happily played with the building blocks together, and halfway through the game, the building blocks fell down, and they continued to pile up excitedly.
After Song Shirin finished cooking his noisy youngest son, he saw that Bai Yu hadn't come back for a long time, so he came over to find someone.
Bai Yu waved his hand without looking back: "I'll go back when I'm done."
The little watermelon also stared at Bai Yu's hand intently, for fear that he would take the wrong points, and his heart was about to rise to his throat.
Song Shirin walked to the table, picked up Bai Yu's mobile phone, and saw an unfamiliar message, so he clicked on it openly.
One by one, I will not give up on you.
Song Shirin lowered his eyes.
He guessed who this man was.