Chapter 4 Fu Suiyan, I count to three

Author: Nanxi is not happy

Chapter 4 Fu Suiyan, I count to three

When doing these, Qu Ning would not look at the camera on purpose, and every action was very natural.

【She is so pretty.】

[It's boring to deliberately put us in front of the camera.]

[Why didn't her stepson appear? No one reminded her that this is a parent-child variety show, and it is not a vlog that specifically poses for her.]

Zhao Chuan had never seen Qu Ning's son, and he wanted to ask the reason several times.

But Qu Ning is now focusing on a fashion weekly, and the quiet scenes of the years are really unbearable to disturb.

Just as Zhao Chuan was hesitating about how to speak, Qu Ning suddenly put down the fashion weekly in her hand: "My son is practicing piano upstairs, I'll call him."

Zhao Chuanwei was stunned for a moment.

Then Qu Ning got up and the camera followed Qu Ning steadily, recording every frame of the dynamics in the mansion.

Qu Ning went to the piano room first, but Fu Suiyan was not there.

Qu Ning turned to the children's room to look for someone, but couldn't find him, and then continued to look for each room next to each room.

[I don’t want to expose her if I were looking for a son or want to show us how luxurious her family is.]

[This sister, I know that your home is big, so I don’t have to take a picture of it.]

[I promise that Qu Ning's stepson must hate her very much and hides from her.]

[Not to mention Qu Ning's stepson, I don't like Qu Ning very much. I made various shows as soon as it started broadcasting.]

Now the four groups of live broadcast rooms are full of complaints.

But the number of viewers is rising at the naked eye.

Since the broadcast was only tens of thousands of online viewers, it has gradually increased to more than 100,000, and it is becoming more than 200,000.

Although the barrage is full of complaints and provocations.

But it is undeniable that the more controversial the more, the more popular it is.

Zhao Chuan looked at Qu Ning in the camera and silently said to himself: "This person has some magic power."

at the same time.

The atmosphere on the other side of the group is particularly warm.

Su Xianlin got up early in the morning to make breakfast for his stepson. When the breakfast was halfway through, the program team came and then continued to make breakfast in the live broadcast state.

Then the camera followed Su Xianlin to the children's room.

Before entering the children's room, Su Xianlin did not forget to take off his apron before entering. When he walked to the children's bed, he leaned over and lifted a little bit of the corner of the quilt, and gently and patiently coaxed Meng Xiaochen to get up.

"Xiaochen, get up."

"Dad made your favorite borscht today. If you don't get it up, I'll eat it all."

A hand stretched out from the bear quilt: "Dad hug~"

Su Xianlin was so happy and satisfied when he heard Meng Xiaochen calling out Dad.

It's worthwhile that he spent a lot of energy every day to please this kid.

Su Xianlin quickly picked up Meng Xiaochen.

He first put on his clothes for Meng Xiaochen, then carried Meng Xiaochen to the bathroom to wash. After washing, Su Xianlin also specially used hair spray to make Meng Xiaochen a handsome hairstyle.

After finishing her hairstyle, Su Xianlin asked with a sense of accomplishment on her face: "Xiaochen, do you like this hairstyle?"

Meng Xiaochen looked at himself in the mirror, turned to look at Su Xianlin, and shouted: "Dad, mom said you can't get glue on your hair."

The sense of accomplishment on Su Xianlin's face disappeared instantly.

Often at this time, most fathers do it: no matter what, the hairstyle has been made anyway, it doesn’t matter this time, just don’t do it next time.

But when Su Xianlin heard Meng Xiaochen say this, he hesitated for two seconds, and then turned on the faucet: "Mom said no, then let's just listen to Mom. It's also my father's negligence. Children's scalp is fragile, so they should really not touch hair spray."

Su Xianlin did not find it troublesome, but instead reflected on himself.

Then he patiently restored Meng Xiaochen's hair to its original state, and finally carried Meng Xiaochen downstairs to have breakfast.

Fu Bingyang, who was carefully dressed up, went downstairs to see that breakfast had been set on the dining table, and his son had already washed up and sat at the dining table waiting for her. He was in a good mood.

"Xiaochen."

Fu Bingyang came over.

Meng Xiaochen heard his mother's voice and immediately raised his head: "Mom, you're down."

When Meng Xiaochen noticed that her mother looked different today, she praised her generously: "Mom is so beautiful today."

Fu Bingyang lowered his head and kissed Meng Xiaochen on the cheek: "My son's mouth is so sweet, mua~"

Su Xianlin took a plate of jam from the kitchen and happened to see Fu Bingyang's own son. He immediately put down the jam and walked over, asking as if no one was around: "Wife, where are you still me?"

Fu Bingyang stood on tiptoe and gave a fragrant kiss to Su Xianlin's lips: "I got up early in the morning to handle it, thank you for your hard work, my husband."

Meng Xiaochen raised his hand to cover his eyes while not forgetting to say, "Oh, mom and dad kissed again."

[Apu, Xiaochen is so cute. He must often watch his parents show their love.]

[Envy, Fu Bingyang is so happy.]

[Look at Fu Bingyang's husband, then look at my husband, who is the same husband, why is the difference so big?]

[If all husbands are like Fu Bingyang's husband, I believe every couple will be very happy.]

[Before death, talk about Fu Bingyang’s husband like this.]

[Don’t talk about it before death, it’s okay to burn a husband like this to me after death.]

Nearly one million online viewing rooms are popular.

Su Xianlin's actions this morning gave him a lot of favor.

Moreover, every frame he and Fu Bingyang are a scene that even the photographer feels sweet and warm.

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Qu Ning has searched every room on every floor, but she has not found Fu Suiyan.

Photographers began to worry if something was wrong.

But when he saw Qu Ning's calm and calm face, he swallowed the worry again.

Until she found the last room, she didn't see Fu Suiyan's figure. Qu Ning turned around. At that time, her face was no longer as calm as before.

No one can guess what Qu Ning will do next.

Qu Ning slowly rolled up her sleeves, flipped her waist, then cleared her throat, and said loudly in a sound that could be heard throughout the layer:

"Fu Suiyan, I count to three."

The photographer was stunned.

The barrage in the live broadcast room also disappeared.

In just a few seconds, it seemed as if the whole world had fallen into silence, only Qu Ning counted the sound-

"one"

…

"two"

[This Qu Ning doesn't really think she is her real mother, right?]

[Damn, I thought my mother was here. The saying that counting to three was my nightmare when I was a child. Who knows it?]

[I suspect Qu Ning is secretly watching the barrage. Everyone said that she pretended, she has changed her strategy and started to be down-to-earth?]

[She doesn't really think this set works, right?]

[I just watched her perform quietly.]

Just when Qu Ning was about to count to three.

Not far away, a sneaky figure appeared at the end of the corridor.

(End of this chapter)
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