Chapter 2 I'm Your Daughter

This is a very beautiful little girl, especially those eyes are twinkling like a doll.

The light came on suddenly, and she rubbed her eyes uncomfortably, looking aggrieved like a little white rabbit who strayed into the city by mistake, soft and cute.

Seeing this, Tang Jiao couldn't help but soften his voice.

"... Whose family are you a child from? Did you go to the wrong door?"

She wondered if she forgot to close the door when she came back just now, and the child couldn't recognize the door, so she went by the wrong way.

Thinking of this, Tang Jiao raised his head and glanced at the gate, but saw that it was locked tightly.

"..." Tang Jiao.

Barely suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, Tang Jiao squatted down and looked at the child seriously: "Little friend, you accidentally went to the wrong door, right? Don't be afraid, tell my sister where you live, and my sister will take you home."

The child blinked aggrievedly, and when she heard her saying that she was going to send him away, tears welled up again.

"Uh...then how did you get in?"

The child was still aggrieved: "Even if I tell you, you won't believe me."

"How come, my sister will definitely believe you." Tang Jiao coaxed patiently, but the child still shook her head, so she could only change the method again: "Then do you remember the contact information of your family? I'll call for you and let them come to pick you up, okay?" it is good?"

Tang Jiao really tried her best, if the children don't want her to send them, then it's okay to let the children's parents come over, right?If the child is still unwilling to speak, then the only option is to call the police and let the police intervene.

At this time, the little girl seemed to have guessed Tang Jiao's plan, she slowly raised her little claws to wipe away the tears on her face, and said with red eyes, "Mom, I am really your daughter, but...you don't know her?" I'm normal, I'm not born until next year."

"???"

The more Tang Jiao listened, the more outrageous she became. What was she talking about?
Where did this kid that appeared in the middle of the night come from?

future?

Tang Jiao held his forehead silently, as if he understood something.

She took out her cell phone to call her agent.

Speaking of which, this month when the group was formed, the manager often asked them to pose for some small videos in order to gain popularity.

[Captain Zhao Mi's power to eliminate cockroach girlfriends is overwhelming]

[Baiyin succeeded in stealing the captain's mask]

[Tang Jiao practiced dancing and had hypoglycemia in the middle of the night]

……

Every time these hot searches with slightly serious diseases are released, there will be a lot of scolding, and everyone is complaining about the little goo, thinking all day long to make their debut through hot searches.

In fact, Tang Jiao felt that the netizens were right!
Who cares if you shoot a few cockroaches or have low blood sugar in the middle of the night!
Childish, brainless, ridiculous!
And now the manager wants to do something even more outrageous!

Get her a future daughter?

Oh, do you think you will believe it?
This is obviously a tricky show with a hidden camera, and you want to secretly film the members' jokes to make it popular, right?
After thinking clearly about the ins and outs, Tang Jiao sneered and easily lifted the five-year-old child up and put him on the sofa.

And he sat down next to the child like an old man.

The two sat on the sofa in a row. With the reflection of the TV, at first glance, they looked like the adult version and the mini version.

Tang Jiao couldn't help muttering: "The child looks like that."

But it's just a first glance. In fact, the child's facial features are more delicate than hers. Obviously, the father's genes are also very good.

It's hard for the manager to find a child who is so similar to her in the vast crowd and is willing to cooperate with Xiao Mutuan in the performance.

Tang Jiao couldn't help but glanced at the child's clothes again, a white round-neck shirt, a brown suspender skirt, and a pair of shiny round-toed leather shoes.

I can't see whether it is expensive or not, but it looks good with it.

I think the child's family conditions should be good.

It's just that it's even weirder this way.

It's not short of money, how could anyone be willing to let their own children cooperate with Xiao Mu Tuan to perform such a boring performance?
You must know that every hot search of theirs is more scolded than praised.

Tang Jiao sighed and dialed the agent's number, but there was always a series of "beep beep" busy tones from the other side.

After making seven or eight phone calls in a row, but still no one answered, Tang Jiao was almost autistic.

At this time, the child carefully glanced at the irritable Tang Jiao, and then secretly glanced at her mobile phone screen.

Seeing the word "broker", the child couldn't help frowning and muttering: "This black-hearted orange is not a good person, maybe he is plotting bad ideas with someone, mom, don't call him again."

"?"

Tang Jiao glanced at the child in astonishment.

How did she know that she secretly referred to her manager orange as a black heart orange?

Should...it should be a coincidence, right?
"Mom, I'm really your daughter. My name is Pei Ban, and my nickname is Fufu. If you don't believe me, we can do DNA, and then you will know if I lied to you."

Pei Ban sat upright and spoke with sincerity.

"..." Tang Jiao.

Although the child said it seriously, it was just like this that made her even more sure that it was true that the hidden camera was being filmed at this time.

In her cognition, four or five-year-old children are still playing in the mud on the mountain, and they know how to travel through time and space to test DNA. This is not a ghost if it is not the lines memorized in advance.

Pei Ban seemed to understand Tang Jiao's expression, and said anxiously: "I'm serious, I didn't lie to you, you are my mother, my father is Pei Biezhou, I..."

"!"

This time Tang Jiao finally reacted.

Before Pei Ban finished speaking, Tang Jiao covered the child's mouth with a strong desire to survive, with a look of fear on his face: "You are so awesome, Pei Xizhou dares to touch porcelain???"

Although she has only been a trainee for 3 months and debuted for only 1 month, but she has been in the idol circle for 4 months, how could she not know the god-like legend Pei Xizhou!
This is the high mountain flower of domestic entertainment!

The handful of snow that is the tallest in the pyramid of the entertainment industry can only look up to the orchid in the empty valley among the unattainable high mountain flowers all year round in the altar!
How many times the trainees have private fights between members are caused by Xiao Xiang and Pei Xizhou dancing or singing together.

This flower of Gaoling can be described as a disaster in the world, except for his shadow, whoever has a relationship with him will be torn to pieces,
Fortunately, the manager let her land on the moon and meet Pei Xizhou!

This is to let her be hacked by the whole Internet, and the graves of the eighteenth generation of her ancestors be dug by the keyboard man, right?
The little girl didn't realize it, and blinked innocently, as if she didn't understand why her mother had to cover her mouth.

"Baby, what you said is very good, let's stop talking."

Tang Jiao had lingering fears, fearing that Tong Yan Wuji would say some terrible lines again, so she didn't dare to let go of the hand covering the child rashly.

She panicked, Pei Xizhou is her child's father?
Bah, she doesn't deserve it!
Tang Jiao wanted to cry without tears, and silently glanced at the phone with a black screen on the table.

It's really strange, usually the manager answers the phone 24 hours a day, even if he misses the call, he will call back, but today it's as if he disappeared.

The manager is unreliable, Tang Jiao can only pin his hopes on the child in front of him.

(End of this chapter)

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