shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

on the screen.

Tang Qian's fans burst into laughter.

[There is someone else who wants to pick pig manure! 】

[Why don't the fans of the Fan family come out? Didn't you just say that you want to make a shit-picking emoji for our sister Qian? 】

【Laugh!Don't even look down on this joke, your sister is an upright person! 】

After the calculation of the program group, it was announced——

"Tang Qian's total reward amount is around 40, which is well-deserved number one."

Bai Zhi'er looked at Tang Qian, who was full of surprise.

She covered her mouth, never expecting it.

"In a while, I have to thank that big brother 'Kong'!"

Bai Zhi'er went over to hug her: "Look, you still have a lot of people like you, don't belittle yourself in the future!"

Tang Qian nodded excitedly.

Xu Risheng also shook hands with her: "Come on."

It was Fan Qingbo's turn. She looked ugly, but Tang Qian didn't expose it.

He just smiled and said, "Miss Fan, there's no need for us to shake hands. You still have to pick pig manure, so I won't waste time with you. Let's go!"

Director Ren had already called Fan Qingbo over there.

I also want to take a picture of her picking up shit.

When his back was facing the camera, Fan Qingbo's eyes were so vicious that he could bleed.

She turned her head slightly, and saw Tang Xiaoxiao's flower branches trembling wildly, talking to Bai Zhi'er about something funny.

Must be laughing at her.

Thinking of this, Fan Qingbo couldn't help clenching his fists.

But when Director Ren walked up to her, she still mustered a smile.

"Director Ren, I'm going right now."

The shooting in the temple is over.

The rest of the home games are on Fan Qingbo's side.

Tang Qian put on a windbreaker and wanted to leave.

Bai Zhi'er knew the cause and effect in advance: "Going to the hospital?"

"Yeah, just now Pei Luochuan sent a message saying that Nian Nian's fever reached 39 degrees, I have to go and see." Tang Qian said, put on sunglasses and a hat, and wrapped a big scarf.

Bai Zhi'er smiled: "Won't you be recognized more easily?"

Who is a normal person who packs so tightly.

What's more, it's always wrong to wear sunglasses at night.

But Tang Qian adjusted his sunglasses and sighed: "Those paparazzi are too annoying, I don't want them to expose Nian Nian, for fear of having a bad influence on the children, so let's go."

Bai Zhi'er nodded, telling her to be careful on the road.

Tang Qian greeted Director Ren and left in the crew's car.

Bai Zhi'er returned to the room.

Saw their father and son playing ipad together again.

She leaned over again, and the black air that she saw before became more obvious.

Bai Zhi'er raised her eyebrows: "Fan Qingbo's again?"

Feng Linxing nodded slightly: "That's right, relying on her alone, my tablet will explode."

After finishing speaking, he remembered something, turned his head and asked Feng Fuce: "Father, last time you said you would give me a real gun, when will you honor it?"

Bai Zhi'er immediately cast doubtful eyes on Feng Fuce.

"When I get home." Feng Fuce could only fool his son, and patted his head.

Bai Zhi'er pulled Feng Fuce up from the bed, and pulled his tie aside.

She warned in a low voice: "You can't give Xing'er such a dangerous thing."

Feng Fuce pulled his thin lips, and smiled clearly: "It's a fake gun."

"That doesn't work either! Not even toys! He accepts new things too quickly now, and is so interested in violent guns. We can't fully release his demonic nature."

Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows: "Xing'er knows how to control himself, he is smarter and more obedient than we imagined."

Bai Zhi'er's watery eyes stared, Feng Fuce immediately gave in: "Okay, I'll listen to you."