"Honey, you can turn off Weibo, but what about other social software? You can't turn them all off. If you can't turn them off, they will keep talking and say that you and I didn't teach our children well. They will even continue to slander us.
What we have to do now is to reduce the negative news about Xiao, rather than becoming an obstacle to Xiao, what do you think?" Ye Feifei held Xiao Ling's hand and comforted her softly.
When Xiao Ling heard this, the anger in her chest was slightly lessened, but she still felt uncomfortable, "Xiao Fei is still a child."
"Our little Fei is stronger than you think. She has been facing hypocrisy and all kinds of sarcasm in the entertainment industry since she was very young, but she doesn't care. Besides, you forgot, there is also a self-proclaimed arrogant
Cool Fei Lingfeng can help her again without our help." Ye Feifei smiled softly.
Xiao Ling was reluctantly relieved, but when he thought of Fei Lingfeng, he was indeed a little worried.
It was a being who always wanted Xiao Fei to call him daddy. He had such deep feelings for Xiao Fei that it was like Xiao Fei rolled out of his belly.
If Fei Lingfeng hadn't lost their annual bet, he would have left with Xiao Fei, or become Xiao Fei's assistant and follow him every day.
"Are you thinking about Fei Lingfeng?" Ye Feifei saw Xiao Ling frowning, knowing what her husband was thinking, and chuckled.
Xiao Ling nodded and said at the same time: "He treats Xiao Fei..."
"No, he doesn't dare to have more feelings for Xiaofei than father and daughter. Xiaofei in his heart is an angel." Ye Feifei explained.
"Um."
"Let Xiao Zichen handle Xiao's affairs. I believe he has his own ideas and will be able to deal with this crisis." Ye Feifei added.
Xiao Ling reluctantly nodded. Indeed, his son had his own way of doing things.
Ye Feifei and the two were asleep here, while Zhan Fengling had woken up from her slumber. Her forehead was covered with sweat, and so was her body. The sudden sweating after having a fever was really unbearable for her. Fortunately, her body
It's not too weak.
Zhan Fengling went into the room to take a shower, but when he came out, he couldn't find the hair dryer.
It was difficult for her to rest and sleep even if her hair was wet.
So Zhan Feng Ling walked out of the room and wanted to find a servant to ask for a hair dryer.
However, everyone was asleep at this time. Zhan Fengling was standing outside and realized that she had come out early.
She turned around and was about to go back, but her legs suddenly weakened and her body fell forward. She didn't know why, and her head felt a little dizzy again.
This damn fever turned her into a weak cat.
But just when Zhan Fengling thought she would fall, she fell into the arms of a man.
Zhan Fengling turned around and met Xiao Zichen's deep eyes.
"Cough cough..." Suddenly fell into his arms, Zhan Feng Chime kept coughing.
Seeing Zhan Fengling's expression, Xiao Zichen's face turned gloomy, but soon became gentle again, because Zhan Fengling's expression was not good, and he was worried about Zhan Fengling.
"Are you still feeling unwell?" After asking, Xiao Zichen found that Zhan Fengling's hair was wet. Different from what he had guessed at first, it was not due to a fever.
"You don't know that you are sick and can't wash your hair?" Xiao Zichen was a little angry and couldn't help shouting.
Zhan Fengling's eyes were full of grievance, and he replied pitifully: "But my hair was too wet, and I felt uncomfortable. I didn't want to sleep like this. So I went out to find a hair dryer."