Taking the time to look away from the display, Zhien looked at the oranges that were neatly cut and placed in front of him, smiled and said to Uncle King Kong, and then he picked up a piece of orange and handed it to his arms, which he couldn't wait to reach out with his little hand.
After seeing his own daughter, he also picked up a piece and opened his mouth naturally.
Obviously, Zhien, who had just been working hard, did not see Lin Jingxuan's embarrassment.
Among the weird expressions of all the colleagues in the studio who were hesitant to speak, and captured by the camera, the mother and daughter's expressions suddenly became wonderful after biting the orange.
"Hiss~" Almost immediately after Chengzi's entrance, Zhien's originally beautiful eyes closed instantly, and she sucked in the air-conditioning and habitually patted her head with her little hands, as if this could reduce the pain.
A sour taste in the mouth.
And my little Chengen, who was smiling happily because he could eat oranges, wrinkled up in an instant, his fleshy little hands stretched out and clenched into little fists uncontrollably, and his little pink tongue
I kept wanting to spit out the oranges in my mouth.
"Woo~, Mom~."
He casually wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth and the oranges he spat out, and calmed down a little Cheng'en. He threw away the oranges in his hands in fear, turned around and hugged his mother, who was so aggrieved that she cried.
"Don't cry, don't cry. Would our Enbao want some water?"
Seeing that his precious daughter was crying, Zhien didn't care about his sore tooth and hurriedly picked up the water glass on the desk and handed it to his daughter's mouth with distress.
"Oh no~ no~."
Pushing away the water glass that her mother handed to her mouth, Xiao Chengen kept waving her hands in annoyance and crying, expressing her unwillingness.
After all, he is a baby, and he is already at an age where he is unreasonable and troublesome. Thanks to us, Cheng En, he has always been obedient and sensible. But this time, the little guy is obviously angry and not so easy to coax.
"Don't cry, mom, can you please take our Enbao to play? You can go to the storage room. This time, you can even play with the microphone."
With her daughter crying more and more in her arms, Zhien hurriedly stood up without caring about the others, and walked quickly to the storage room while continuing to coax the little one.
"Zhien, wait for me."
Little Chengen's cries were like knives, which made Uncle King Kong regretful and distressed, and he also hurriedly chased after her.
"Hante Oppa, you are dead. If the directors know that you made our little princess cry so much, the consequences will be..."
Watching her Zhi En Oni quickly leaving and Uncle King Kong chasing after her, Lian Zhen sat back on the chair and stared fiercely at the camera, looking at a loss because of Cheng En's unexpected crying.
The culprit Zheng Hante put his hand to his mouth and whispered.
"Brother Hunter, you are such a wicked person! Look how hard our little princess is crying. I heard that children's sense of taste is many times stronger than ours. Just now, Brother Jingxuan said it was like eating lemons, alas~"
"Asshole, I didn't mean it. This fruit shop owner is really a profiteer. I promise it won't be sour."
Huang Xiyan, who was the one who gave the orange, was a little panicked at this time and hurriedly explained to her colleagues that the panic was not because of Director Cheng, but because of the little princess who was usually very well-behaved, smart, clingy and sensible. The uncharacteristic behavior at this time made her feel flustered.
She was not sure if the little guy was feeling uncomfortable.
"We Enbao picked them by the way. These all belong to our family Enbao now. Just promise mom not to cry, okay?"
At this time, Zhien, who had already entered the storage room with her daughter in her arms, had no intention of looking at the sincere gifts from fans that were neatly piled up in the storage room on weekdays. She walked straight into the storage room.
Stopped in front of a neat row of glass cabinets.
The transparent glass cabinets in front of us are clearly the collection of the famous IU microphone collection of the rich woman. On the exquisite little stands in the glass cabinets, customized microphones of different colors are placed one after another.
This is also the thing that my daughter always sneaks in secretly with Oppa Zheng Hante, Oppa Lin Jingxuan, and Uncle King Kong, and misses the most and often secretly plays with it.
As for why it is placed here instead of at home, it is because in Zhien’s heart, the microphone is her favorite thing, and the gifts sent by fans are also her true love, so they are put together in the company storage.
The meaning of the room is self-evident.
"Come on, don't we Enbao like our mother's microphone very much? Here it is for you."
At this time, no matter what color it was, Zhien casually opened a glass cabinet, took out the microphone that he usually loved, and handed it to his daughter.
"Mom~ don't~ oooh~."
As expected, what gave Zhien a headache was that her daughter, who was obviously stubborn, did not pick up the microphone, but instead angrily pushed it away with her little hands.
"Zhien, why don't you let me give it a try! Come on, little Cheng'en, Grandpa King Kong, can you play with you and raise the heights?"
Just when Zhien had a headache and was helpless to do anything about his daughter, unwilling to fight or scold her, Uncle King Kong said something and tentatively extended his hand to the little one.
""No~, yeah yeah bad.""
Seeing Grandpa King Kong about to hug him, little Chengen turned around and hugged his mother's neck tightly, expressing his attitude decisively and clearly.
If she remembered correctly, the sour thing that made her drool just now was handed to her by her acquaintance Yeye Chehao.
Sure enough, even human cubs can hold grudges~.
"Okay! Then should our Enbao go find daddy?"
His daughter's indifferent appearance made Zhien have no choice but to act like a man.
Not surprisingly, after the little guy heard that he was going to find his father, his voice in his mother's arms was obviously lowered by a degree or two.
"Oh~, our Enbao wanted to find his father, but... But Enbao's father doesn't seem to like disobedient babies, and he doesn't know whether our Enbao is obedient or disobedient now!
"
Seeing that mentioning his own man was indeed useful, Zhien certainly would not miss this opportunity. He continued to talk to himself with a thoughtful look. As for who heard it, it is self-evident.
"Uh-huh~." Amidst his mother's mutterings, little Cheng'en's cries became lower and lower, and even the tone of his voice changed from "wuwu" to a choked "uh-huh~". It seemed to be true.
I don’t want to be liked by my father who doesn’t want to be liked.
"Let's do this! Should we, Enbao, take the very sour orange just now and give it to daddy?"
Squatting down, Zhien put his precious daughter on the ground who had stopped crying. He looked at her big watery eyes and came up with the idea of making Chenghao vomit blood. At the same time, he felt distressed and kissed his precious daughter.
It doesn't hurt to wipe my tears.
"en~." He nodded his head lightly and responded. Then he stretched out his little hand and took his mother's hand, then turned and walked towards the storage room.