Chapter 847 Are All Rushing To Hold Yang Xiaozhao (1/2)
"Xiao Zhaozhao is back!"
Today's protagonist is of course Yang Xiaozhao's children's shoes. Seeing her being carried out by Yang Qian, Yang Shihan and Ouyang Xiaoqing who had just rushed over and hadn't even had a chance to look at her, Zhang Fangting happily went to greet her.
"Wow, I've grown up a bit! I felt so small when I looked at it on my phone before."
Ouyang Xiaoqing looked at Yang Xiaozhao's face and said with a smile.
"That's for sure. Isn't it said that we have two stages of fastest growth and development? One is just after birth, before one year old, and the other is during adolescence! That head grows so fast! It's like blowing up a balloon.
....."
Yang Shihan spoke first before her brother could speak.
"Where did you learn this accent? Why does it sound so much like Northeastern dialect?"
Dai Yuni smiled.
"There is a classmate in the dormitory next to me who is from the Northeast. He often visits our dormitory and successfully misleads the accents of all four of us. Brother, please let me hug little Zhaozhao!"
After Yang Shihan explained, she stretched out her hand to Yang Qian, who was greeting Ouyang Xiaoqing's mother, and wanted to carry Yang Xiaozhao over.
Brother, I have too many social activities. I need to take care of this and that, and I don’t have time to take care of little Zhaozhao!
"Can you hold me? Be careful! Just hold me here, don't wander around!"
Yang Qian was a little worried. Although he reluctantly agreed to hand over Yang Xiaozhao's swaddling clothes to his sister, he kept urging her and didn't look away.
Yang Shihan's movements in holding the child were quite formal, even countless times better than that of Comrade Yang Huaping who had been holding the child for a whole day today.
I saw her calmly holding Yang Xiaozhao in her arms, wrinkled her nose, and made faces with her little niece with a smile.
Yang Xiaozhao also seemed to like this aunt very much. She raised her little hand. Of course, she couldn't catch it. Firstly, the distance was not enough. Secondly, she had just started to try to grasp. I don't know if this skill is considered a beginner.
You can't do whatever you want.
However, Yang Shihan lowered her head and rubbed Yang Xiaozhao's fleshy little hand with the tip of her nose.
"It feels so good! The skin on her hands is so tender!"
Yang Shihan turned around and smiled at Ouyang Xiaoqing.
"It seems you can't touch other people's hands yet, right? There are so many bacteria on your face, what will happen if she eats them later?"
Ouyang Xiaoqing noticed just now that Yang Xiaozhao's children's shoes were out of hand in his father's arms, and he was taken out by his aunt.
Girls are more attentive. Ouyang Xiaoqing asked Dai Yuni to get a wet tissue and wiped Yang Xiaozhao's hands.
"Do you want a hug? You always have to learn something. You will definitely need it in the future!"
Yang Shihan saw that she also cared about the children, so she smiled and teased her.
"You are the only one who needs it. You should quickly find a boyfriend, then graduate and get married. When you give birth to a child, I will be his/her godmother!"
Although Ouyang Xiaoqing was a little moved, she still kept fighting with her best friend.
"We are not religious, so what kind of godmother do we need?"
Yang Shihan smiled.
"Can't you be a godmother if you don't believe in religion?"
Ouyang Xiaoqing was stunned, she didn't understand this.
"It can be used as yeast to make bread!"
Yang Shihan said with a smile.
Just when Ouyang Xiaoqing hesitantly wanted to try the feeling of holding a baby, her mother's serious order came from beside her:
"Qingqing, don't hold other people's children. You are so reckless. What should I do if I don't hold them properly?"
Zhang Fangting was talking to Yang Qian when her tone suddenly changed and she criticized Ouyang Xiaoqing.
Ouyang Xiaoqing was definitely not convinced, but she couldn't argue with her mother in front of so many people. She took her hand back angrily and winked at Yang Shihan - look at my mother, who can stand her?
Ouyang Xiaoqing, who never grew up before, always looked forward to growing up and going wherever she wanted like an adult.
But now, she feels that being an adult is meaningless. There are too many complicated relationships that need to be sorted out by herself, and there are too many troubles in the adult world. She understands that neither her father, mother, nor herself can do anything about it.
Done...
There are not so many things to take for granted, cruelty and reality, this is life!
"Little Zhaozhao, you must grow up happily and healthily! Don't grow up so fast..."
Ouyang Xiaoqing and Yang Shihan stood aside and teased Yang Xiaozhao. She looked at Yang Xiaozhao, who had bright eyes and white teeth, no, a toothless grin, and secretly blessed her in her heart.
"You call me Teacher Fangqing, and I have to call you Teacher Yang. Xiaoqing's success abroad this time is all because of your tutoring and songwriting."
Zhang Fangting and Yang Qian continued to be polite, and while they were talking, she took out a big bulging red envelope, walked towards Yang Shihan, and prepared to stuff it under Yang Xiaozhao's swaddling clothes.
"Teacher Fangqing (Zhang Fangting's pen name), we don't accept red envelopes if you have to. I'm very grateful that you and Xiaoqing can come from the capital to celebrate your child's full moon!"
Yang Qian didn't expect that she would give a red envelope, so he quickly stepped forward and declined.
"Mom, please put the red envelope away! I told you, Teacher Yang won't accept it, and if you want to give it to me, don't stuff it in Xiao Zhaozhao's place. I don't know how many bacteria there are!"
Ouyang Xiaoqing actually stood in front of Yang Xiaozhao, preventing her mother from passing by, and her elbows were obviously turned outward.
"Hey, Xiao Yang, what you said about you is true..."
Zhang Fangting didn't care about this small amount of money. She had spent all kinds of money for her daughter. Now she was willing to give some red envelopes to Ouyang Xiaoqing's teacher and nobleman.
She couldn't give out the red envelope, but she felt uneasy, so she glared at her daughter angrily.
...
"Is this Ouyang Xiaoqing?"
Yang Qian and Dai Yuni were temporarily intercepted by Ouyang Xiaoqing and her mother. Wu Lan walked to Dong Wenlei first, wanting to make up for the mistake of leaving him behind just now.
However, Dong Wenlei didn't seem to be as uncomfortable as she imagined. The enthusiasm of her colleagues in the company gradually eliminated Dong Wenlei's sense of strangeness, and even gave Dong Wenlei a sense of belonging.
When Wu Lan walked over, he was still a little excited and whispered to Wu Lan.
"Do you also read entertainment news?"
Wu Lan asked him in surprise.
"No, I don't read those, but she is the most popular search topic recently!"
Dong Wenlei still watches Weibo.
Ouyang Xiaoqing!
One of the most popular female singers on the Internet right now!
Although Qianyu Media did not receive too many announcements or endorsements for trainees such as Ouyang Xiaoqing and Zhang Shanshan, in their spare time, some small jobs can still be carried out normally.
Zhang Shanshan has some live house performance jobs to earn some money for her.
Ouyang Xiaoqing doesn't have to run around for money, but because of her popularity overseas, Mango Channel also spent a lot of effort to invite her to participate in an episode of "Happy Everyday". Of course, Zhang Shanshan also went together.
With such continued popularity, Ouyang Xiaoqing, as an artist related to Yang Qian's company, was naturally known to Dong Wenlei.
"It's her. The last time I went back to the capital, it was because of her..."
While Wu Lan was muttering to him, Yang Qian and Dai Yuni finally sent Zhang Fangting to her seat and came over to their side.
"This is my brother-in-law. Hey, I'd better let Sister Lan introduce me!"
Yang Shihan handed Yang Xiaozhao back to Dai Yuni and jumped around lively.
"Well, let me introduce you to Teacher Yang, Yang Qian and Dai Yuni. And then this is Dong Wenlei, my..."
When Wu Lan introduced Dong Wenlei, she couldn't help but glance at him.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
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