When doing this, Qu Ning did not look specifically at the camera, and every movement was performed very naturally.
【She is so good at pretending.】
[It’s boring to deliberately show off in front of the camera for us to watch.]
[Why didn’t her stepson show up? No one reminded her that this was a parent-child variety show, not a vlog specifically for her to show off.]
Zhao Chuan also never saw Qu Ning's son, and wanted to ask the reason several times.
But Qu Ning is currently reading a fashion magazine, and the peaceful scene of time is really unbearable to disturb.
Just when Zhao Chuan was hesitating about what to say, Qu Ning suddenly put down the fashion magazine in his hand: "My son is practicing piano upstairs. I'll call him."
Zhao Chuan was slightly stunned.
Qu Ning then got up and went upstairs, while the camera followed Qu Ning steadily, recording every frame of action in the mansion.
Qu Ning went to the piano room first, but there was no sign of Fu Suiyan in the piano room.
Qu Ning then went to the children's room to look for someone, but couldn't find him, and then continued to look in every room.
[Whether she is looking for her son or wants to show us how luxurious her home is, I don’t want to expose her.]
[Sister, I know your home is very big, so you don’t need to take a closer look at it.]
[I can guarantee that Qu Ning’s stepson definitely hates her and is avoiding her.]
[Don’t talk about Qu Ning’s stepson, I don’t like Qu Ning very much either. He just put on a show when the show started. 】
Now the four live broadcast rooms are full of all kinds of complaints.
But the number of viewers can be seen rising.
From the time it started broadcasting, there were only tens of thousands of online viewers, and it has gradually increased to hundreds of thousands, and is on the verge of rising to 200,000.
Although the barrage is full of complaints and nitpicks.
But it is undeniable that the more controversial it is, the more popular it will be.
Zhao Chuan glanced at Qu Ning in the camera and said to himself silently: "This person has some magic power in him."
at the same time.
The atmosphere over there was 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 continued making breakfast during the live broadcast.
The camera then 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. Walking to the children's bed, he leaned over and lifted a little of the quilt, and gently and patiently coaxed Meng Xiaochen to get up.
"Xiaochen, wake up."
"Dad made your favorite borscht today. If you don't get up, I will eat it all."
The little bear stretched out a hand from under the quilt: "Daddy hug~"
When Su Xianlin heard Meng Xiaochen calling him dad, he felt happy and satisfied.
It's no wonder that he spends a lot of energy every day to please this kid in various ways.
Su Xianlin quickly picked up Meng Xiaochen.
He first dressed Meng Xiaochen, then carried Meng Xiaochen to the bathroom to wash up. After washing, Su Xianlin specially used hairspray to give Meng Xiaochen a handsome hairstyle.
After finishing the hairstyle, Su Xianlin asked with a sense of accomplishment: "Xiaochen, do you like this hairstyle?"
Meng Xiaochen looked at herself in the mirror, then turned to Su Xianlin and said loudly: "Dad, Mom said you can't put glue on your hair."
The sense of accomplishment on Su Xianlin's face disappeared instantly.
Often at this time, what most dads do is: don't worry, the hairstyle has been done anyway, it doesn't matter this time, just don't do it next time.
But when Su Xianlin heard what Meng Xiaochen said, he hesitated for two seconds, and then turned on the faucet: "Mom said no, then we will listen to her. It was also my father who was negligent. Children's scalps are fragile, so they should be less exposed to hairspray."
Su Xianlin did not find it troublesome, but instead reflected on himself.
Then he patiently restored Meng Xiaochen's hair to its original appearance, and finally carried Meng Xiaochen downstairs for breakfast.
Fu Bingyang, who was well dressed, came downstairs and saw that breakfast was already set on the dining table. Her son had also washed up and was sitting at the dining table waiting for her. She felt very good.
"Xiaochen."
Fu Bingyang came over.
When Meng Xiaochen heard her mother's voice, she immediately raised her head: "Mom, you're down."
When Meng Xiaochen noticed that her mother looked different today, she generously praised her: "Mom is so beautiful today."
Fu Bingyang lowered her head and kissed Meng Xiaochen on the cheek: "My son has such a sweet mouth, mua~"
Su Xianlin took out a plate of jam from the kitchen and happened to see Fu Bingyang's own son. He immediately put down the jam and came over, asking as if no one else was watching: "Honey, where's the rest of me?"
Fu Bingyang stood on tiptoes and placed a sweet kiss on Su Xianlin's lips: "I got up early in the morning to take care of this. Thank you for your hard work, husband."
Meng Xiaochen raised her hands to cover her eyes and did not forget to say: "Oh, mom and dad kissed again."
[Ah, Xiaochen is so cute. I must often see my parents showing off their affection.]
【Envy, Fu Bingyang is so happy.】
[Look at Fu Bingyang’s husband, and then look at my husband. They are both husbands. Why is there such a big difference? 】
[If all husbands were like Fu Bingyang’s husband, I believe every family would be very happy.]
[Before you die, talk about Fu Bingyang’s husband.]
[Not to mention before you die, you can burn a husband like this to me after you die. 】
The live broadcast room has nearly one million online viewers.
Some of Su Xianlin's actions this morning gained him a lot of favor.
And every frame of him and Fu Bingyang getting along is a scene that even the photographer finds sweet and heartwarming.
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Qu Ning had already searched every room on every floor, but could not find Fu Suiyan.
The photographers began to worry that something had happened.
But looking at Qu Ning's unhurried and calm face, he swallowed back his worried words.
After searching for the last room, she didn't see Fu Suiyan. Qu Ning turned around, and her face was no longer as calm as before.
No one can guess what Qu Ning will do next.
Qu Ning slowly rolled up his sleeves, put his hands on his hips, cleared his throat, and said loudly in a voice that could be heard on the whole floor:
"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 fell into silence, with only the sound of Qu Ning counting——
"one"
…
"two"
[This Qu Ning doesn’t really think she is her biological mother, does she? 】
[Holy shit, I thought my mother was here. That saying about counting to three was my nightmare when I was a kid. Who knows? 】
[I suspect that Qu Ning is secretly watching the barrage. Everyone said she was faking it. Now she has changed her strategy and become more down-to-earth? 】
【She doesn’t really think this will work, does she?】
【I just watched her performance quietly.】
Just when Qu Ning was about to count to three.
Not far away, at the end of the corridor, a sneaky little figure appeared.
