"You don't mean what you say, but you still have the nerve to hug me?"
What a beautiful thought!
There are more and more people surrounding me. There was only one circle just now, but now there are two or three layers around.
Children, of course, it doesn¡¯t matter:
"Dad, please hug the baby~"
"Then will you get up?"
Forehead?
The child paused, thought for a while, and shook his head:
"I can't afford it." He replied.
"Then don't even think about hugging me!"
Spend it!
He turned his head and glanced at Zheng Bingyang:
"Missed your flight?"
Zheng Bingyang nodded and then said:
"Yeah, but I changed my reservation in advance. There are still one hour and fifteen minutes before the next flight takes off."
The implication is:
Brother Yan, please continue, don¡¯t rush to board the plane.
If it doesn¡¯t work, just change your ticket again!
The corner of Fu Jiyan's mouth twitched obviously.
As for a certain child, of course he heard what the assistant said.
No, it¡¯s more like doing whatever you want.
"Dad, you are bad!"
Fu Jiyan doesn¡¯t care about his son¡¯s accusations:
"So what? Or, what can you do?"
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
The child choked. There was nothing he could do. He was too young. He only went to kindergarten. His language and vocabulary were really limited.
"Huh, Porridge doesn't like bad dads!"
¡°Oh, it¡¯s not rare!¡±
Isn¡¯t it rare?
There are many question marks in the children¡¯s heads.
Pfft~
Laughter burst out from the surrounding crowd.
Damn, why are you so cute?
I really want to steal it home!
There are even people who live broadcast the whole process.
The number of online viewers in the live broadcast room is rising at a rocket speed, and there are already hundreds of thousands of people.
Weibo tried to suppress it several times but failed to suppress it. In the end, they had no choice but to give up.
We will contact Mr. Fu later and discuss how to rectify it
Su Zhixiao worked the night shift all night and finally came home from get off work. He had just washed his hair and took a shower. Before he could even dry his hair, he received a call from Bai Yu. He thought there was another case:
"Xiaoyu?"
"Sister Su, please go to Weibo and take a look."
Weibo?
"What's wrong?" he asked.
On the phone, Bai Yu kept laughing:
"Ahem, um, sister Su, you should read it first. You will know after reading it."
Su Zhixiao was very suspicious. After hanging up the phone, he clicked on Weibo.
As soon as the page popped up, you saw the live broadcast.
Then, the son¡¯s miserable cry came out at the same time:
¡°Uuuuuuuuuah, dad is bad!
"Worse than Nobita, worse than Snow White's stepmother, worse than Grandma Wolf!"
¡°Wow~wow~¡±
Someone was holding a cup of Star Papa coffee in his hand, listening to his son¡¯s accusations and accusations, while taking a leisurely sip of iced Americano.
"Since I'm so bad, why are you still trying to pull me away? Let me go!"
This is
"Don't let go!"
?????????? Vigorous and high-spirited.
Fu Jiyan glanced at the little man sitting on his feet, and was so amused that he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips:
"Didn't you say I'm bad?"
Children, you are very contradictory!
The people around couldn¡¯t stop laughing and started cheering:
"That's right, kid, just let it go."
The little man raised his eyes and looked around, shaking his head:
"I won't let go!" he said loudly.
No matter how bad he is, he is still his father!
Looking at this scene in the live broadcast, Su Zhixiao¡¯s lips trembled. Of course, he also saw someone¡¯s message below.
Netizen*: Unfortunately, I have been watching the children cry for more than half an hour. It is so persevering.
¡°Of course, this time I really admire the actor Fu and he didn¡¯t even get angry. If it had been my child, he would have been beaten up by now. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com