After returning to China, Yan Mofei took Yang Xiaoli home directly.

Song Wan came to greet him personally and was extremely happy when he saw Yang Xiaoli.

"Hello, Aunt Song."

Song Wan enthusiastically took Yang Xiaoli's hand and said, "Okay, everything is fine."

She looked Yang Xiaoli up and down, and the more she looked at her, the more she liked her. She had long thought that this would be her daughter-in-law in the future, and it turned out to be a good one.

Yan Zhen watched his beloved wife walk away with Yang Xiaoli and smacked his lips. Sigh, every time this brat came back, he would try to steal my wife.

But after not seeing him for so long, he actually missed his son a lot.

"Son, when are you going to get married?"

Yan Mofei looked at the two people walking in front of him, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Get married? No rush."

Yan Zhen was just trying it out a little bit, but when he heard Yan Mofei's answer, he knew that Yang Xiaoli had really become his designated daughter-in-law.

Yan Mofei just had no plans to get married yet, but he had the idea of ​​getting married, which he had never done before.

"Son, when you come back this time, just stay home for a while. I can also take Xiaoli out for some fun and play."

Yan Mofei nodded: "Okay, I'll stay a little longer this time."

"Dad, I have something to tell you."

Yan Zhen sighed, and the two of them went into the study.

Yan Mofei checked the company's recent information and found that the several dramas invested by Yan Zhen were quite successful. Each drama was profitable and was not affected by him at all.

"That's good. Your business is getting better and better now."

Yan Zhen was very proud: "That's right, don't you see whose father I am?"

"Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Yan Mofei said as he looked through the information, "I want to use my studio's name to collect science fiction scripts. I want to collect the best science fiction dramas."

"I also need the best special effects team. I want to use this show to enter the international market."

Yan Zhen nodded. He knew that science fiction had always been lacking in the country.

It's not that there is no science fiction in China, but domestic science fiction films can never compare to foreign ones. They have already done very mature work in science fiction, and their special effects are also firmly superior to domestic ones.

This has also led to the fact that China has never been very interested in science fiction.

The investment is high, but the return is low. Investors are naturally reluctant to do something that doesn't make money.

Yan Mofei didn't have that worry. He had the money and the skills. All he needed was a good script.

Although this solicitation is placed in Yan Mofei's studio, it actually requires the use of the Yan family's connections and financial resources, and it is most reassuring to let one's own family do it.

"Okay, Dad definitely supports you. I'll give the order right away."

The two talked about some business matters before walking out.

"Go back to your room and rest for a while, then we'll have dinner."

Yan Zhen chuckled. He had to inform his friends nearby that his son was back. He had to gather everyone over to show off.

Yan Mofei nodded and glanced at the living room. Song Wan and Yang Xiaoli were not there. He guessed that the two of them must have gone out for something.

He walked towards his room and saw Yang Xiaoli busy in the room.

"Xiaoli? Why are you here?"

Yang Xiaoli laughed and said, "Aunt Song said that we came back suddenly and didn't have time to prepare a guest room, so she let me stay here."

She had experienced enough and naturally knew what Song Wan meant.

"Well, you should live here."

"Then let's go take a shower first."

Yang Xiaoli's face turned red instantly, and she obediently went to the closet to get clothes.

It was dinner time when Song Wan came up to call for help. She didn't see her son or daughter-in-law in the room. She could only hear the sound of running water in the bathroom and a faint voice. Her face flushed instantly, and she quietly retreated, bumping into Yan Zhen at the door.

"Where is my son?" Yan Zhen stretched his head to look inside and was pushed by Song Wan.

This push made Yan Zhen stumble backwards, almost hitting the railing.

Song Wan immediately realized his gentleness and made a shushing gesture: "They are taking a shower inside."

Yan Zhen rubbed his chest and hummed twice: "You have to eat after taking a shower. Are you almost done?"

"I don't know. It might take some time."

Yan Zhen was instantly dissatisfied: "You personally came up to call him to eat, and he took so long to take a shower? No, I'll go and urge him."

No one can be wronged, but his own wife should not be wronged, not to mention that he had just been "favored" by his beloved wife.

Song Wan's face turned even redder: "The couple is taking a shower, why are you meddling in their affairs?"

Having said that, he pulled Yan Zhen's sleeve and left.

Looking at the blush on his wife's face and her anxious pace, Yan Zhen finally realized what was going on.

Let’s wash together!

Young people really know how to have fun, no wonder their schedule is so irregular.

He put his arm around Song Wan's waist and said, "Wife, let's take a shower together tonight."

Song Wan reached out and pushed him again: "Hateful."

This time, Yan Zhen hit the railing hard. Ouch, his old waist!

Song Wan hurried over to pull him: "Husband, are you okay?"

Yan Zhen immediately straightened his back and shook his head firmly: "Of course I'm fine, how could I be in trouble? If I were in trouble, how could I give you happiness?"

Song Wan smiled and hit him lightly: "You are so frivolous."

Yan Zhen rubbed his waist hurriedly where Song Wan couldn't see. He had to go get a massage later, otherwise he would have a hard time explaining himself tonight.

He was still thinking about taking a bath.

Yan Mofei stayed in the bathroom for a long time, and finally asked the servant to bring the food to his room.

Song Wan originally thought that when his daughter-in-law came, he would take her out for a good walk. However, he did not expect that his daughter-in-law could not leave the house for several days.

For a moment she didn't know whether to laugh or be angry.

Or, should we arrange a guest room for us?

But will this mean that I can’t leave the guest room?

After struggling for a few days, she finally pulled Yan Mofei aside and told him to be more restrained and not to be too indulgent.

"Okay, she'll sleep with you tomorrow."

Song Wan was happy, but Yan Zhen was unhappy.

He never thought that after having a daughter-in-law, he, as the father, would be the one who suffered the most.

The script collection is in full swing. Recently, a large number of scripts have been sent to the Yan family. Yan Mofei is sitting in the study reading through them.

Most of these scripts were previously written but then rejected. Some were written poorly, while a few were rejected due to limited production capabilities or the sheer size of the investment.

Yan Mofei kept these scripts as backup options, as no script that completely impressed him had appeared yet.

At this time, Yan Mofei's studio account received an email.

He opened it and saw that it was a science fiction script, only the first two pages.

The other party said that if possible, he would send the entire script.

Yan Mofei took a look and thought it seemed pretty good, but he didn't like being kept in suspense.