Chapter 626

In the coming period, Lin Mo's pace of life has become much more relaxed.

Either he goes for a round around the office, or stays at home accompanying Re Ba and Nuan Nuan to read picture books, build with building blocks, and so on.

Oh right, he also squeezed in time to watch the stage play "Thunderstorm" starring Song Wanwan; although he deliberately wore a hat and mask, a sharp‑eyed student still recognized him at the entrance, causing a stir.

That night it even trended on Weibo's hot search.

At home.

Nuan Nuan was perched on her little bottom on the crawling mat, fiddling with building blocks; her plump little hand grabbed a red block and shoved it into her mouth.

"My little ancestor, you can't eat that!" Lin Mo, quick‑eyed and swift, stopped his daughter, swapped the block for a teething biscuit, "Here, gnaw this."

"Baba~" Nuan Nuan smeared a handful of drool on him, laughing with teeth showing but eyes hidden.

The little girl has just learned to walk, wobbling like a tiny penguin, constantly toppling onto her cushion.

At the same time, fragrant aromas drifted from the kitchen; Re Ba, wearing a floral apron, was stir‑frying.

She turned back, saw her husband with his face smeared in biscuit crumbs by their daughter, and burst out laughing, "Can you two grandpas watch your image a bit?"

"My daughter, that's a mark of love," Lin Mo lifted Nuan Nuan high; the little girl kicked excitedly, then with a sudden "puff" sound, father and daughter froze simultaneously.

Lin Mo pinched his nose, "You little girl really know how to pick the timing!"

Re Ba, holding the wok spatula, laughed so hard she could barely stand straight, "Haha, husband, quickly change into a diaper!"

Here.

Lin Mo had just finished tidying his daughter when his phone suddenly rang.

The caller ID showed Jiang Wen Laoge.

He, while holding Xiao Jiahuo, pressed the answer button, "Hello, brother?"

"Little brother!" Jiang Wen's classic deep booming voice rang from the other end, "Let me hear my big niece's voice! Nuan Nuan! Call me Uncle!"

"Bo… Bo?" Nuan Nuan, biting her finger, shouted indistinctly.

"Ah, you really called!" on the other end, Jiang Wen laughed as if something, "Uncle didn't give you for nothing; did you wear the little golden lock I gave you last time?"

Lin Mo laughed, "Brother, tone down your voice a bit; my daughter's ears are about to be deafened by you!"

"Cut it out!" Jiang Wen retorted with a laugh, "So, next week is my 60th birthday; you kid must bring your younger sibling and Nuan Nuan over. It's been ages since we brothers met; we must have a proper drink or two!"

Hearing that, Lin Mo finally remembered, he tapped his forehead, "Ah, look at my memory—brother, sorry, I've been so busy I've gone dazed…"

"I know you've been busy; just a few days ago I saw you on the hot search, did you go to the colonel to watch your sister's performance?"

"Yeah, wasn't it Song Wanwan that girl who dragged me there? ~"

"How was it, Wanwan's acting? When she reaches junior year, I'll write a script myself and cast her as the female lead!"

"......"

On the phone, Lin Mo and Jiang Wen chatted about everyday matters for a while.

"Alright, I won't bother you further; remember to come then!" Jiang Wen hadn't forgotten to remind him.

"Come, come, definitely will come!" Lin Mo quickly assured, "I'll bring you two bottles of 1573 then!"

After hanging up, Re Ba was just bringing out the dishes and asked, "Who?"

"Jiang Wen Laoge," Lin Mo said while setting the bowls and chopsticks, "Next week is his 60th birthday; let's have the whole family go over."

Upon hearing that, Re Ba let out a surprised exclamation, "Ah, Jiang Ge's birthday, I completely forgot…"

It's not abnormal for her to forget; there's a saying that a woman becomes dim for three years after giving birth—obviously that's a bit exaggerated—but her memory used to be that sharp.

"Don't mention you; I forgot about this too, mainly because he never celebrated this before!" Lin Mo said.

"Exactly."

Previously, Jiang Wen Laoge never celebrated his birthday.

But this time is different—its his 60th birthday.

Re Ba turned and teased her daughter, "Nuan Nuan still remember Uncle Jiang? The one who always used his beard to…?"

The little fellow doesn't even remember those things.

July.

Nezha's Mischievous Son Causes Sea Turmoil was officially released worldwide; its final box office shocked the entire film industry, grossing a staggering $2.513 billion globally (about ¥18 billion), becoming one of the highest‑grossing animated films in cinema history.

The Huaguo market alone contributed $1.68 billion, accounting for nearly 67%.

There's no way around it; Nezha is a Huaguo myth, and releasing it outside Asia is a bit hard to showcase.

Nezha's Mischievous Son Causes Sea Turmoil is quite different from Lin Mo's Robots.

First, it's the director's fame.

Lin Mo's fame is huge, and since anyone can understand his film, that's why the box office was so high.

If he himself made Nezha, the box office probably wouldn't reach $4 billion.

After the film's release, major social platforms erupted.

#Zha'er is awesome! 2.5 billion worldwide! Chinese animation rising! #

It topped Weibo's hot search, with reads exceeding 1.06 billion.

In the comment section, countless netizens @Jiaozi, urging him to quickly schedule the third installment, don't slack off.

This doesn't even need netizens' urging.

Yang Yu has long been leading a team to work on the third part.

He really can't find any free time.

Not to mention him, even the Nezha team is eager to start early.

Because starting work brings money.

The boss is generous, the salary and benefits are good; they really want to work until death.

As for Lin Mo's side.

He had already brought Re Ba and Nuan Nuan to Yanjing.

Speaking of which, Lin Mo hasn't come to Yanjing for several months.

However, his house, Zhou Yun's sister-in-law arranges for someone to clean it every now and then.

As soon as the gate of the Yanjing villa was pushed open, Nuan Nuan twisted her little body, wanting to get down from Re Ba's arms.

The little girl's foot touched the ground, she staggered toward the living room, tripped on the carpet, and sat down with a plop on the stuffed bear toy.

Re Ba hurried after her, only to see her daughter already hugging the bear's leg and giggling.

Lin Mo put his luggage down by the entryway, laughing and shaking his head: "This girl, she can even make a tumble look fancy."

"Daddy!" Nuan Nuan suddenly pointed at the crystal chandelier, babbling, her short hands waving in the air.

Re Ba squatted down to follow her pointing direction: "Nuan Nuan, do you still remember? When we lived here last year, you always stared at the lights, didn't you?"

The little one certainly doesn't remember, but that doesn't stop her from excitedly exploring the whole house—sometimes crawling onto the leather sofa to leave tiny handprints, sometimes sneaking under the dining room's display shelf, which frightened Lin Mo so he hurried to pull her out.

Re Ba pulled open the floor-to-ceiling window's sheer curtain, sunlight poured in.

She took a deep breath: "Yanjing's summer is still the best, Mo Du is too trendy." Turning her head, she saw her husband squatting in front of the fridge, looking dazed, and she chuckled: "Don't stare, sister-in-law must have stocked everything for us."

Indeed, the fridge was neatly stacked with fresh milk and baby food, and the freezer had several boxes of handmade dumplings.

Lin Mo took out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Zhou Yun: "Sister-in-law, you're doing a great job as the logistics department head."

Who would have thought, upon seeing the message, Zhou Yun instantly replied:

"Director Lin, you and Re Ba have arrived in Yanjing?"