After being sent to the group show by rich parents, I exploded

In Chapter 3, I like to play hard and hard, and it feels like idols are still collapsed at any time

Cool is cool, but...

You have to be scheming, you have to be calculating, and you have to endure disgusting and annoying people pretending to be snakes...

I feel tired just thinking about it!

The chance of rebirth is so precious, she shouldn't waste her time on people she hates!
Anyway, most of her income from acting for so many years has been donated.

What Jinghui and his wife got was just a drop in the bucket.

Just take it as her repayment for their kindness in nurturing them.

After all, if she hadn't been adopted by them back then, she might have been tortured to death in the orphanage long ago.

While the thoughts were flying, the rental car had already parked firmly at the gate of the high-end residential area.

Feng Yasong followed her memory to find the door, but hesitated the moment she raised her hand and rang the bell.

Will going back so late disturb their rest?

and……

Although she inherited the memory of the original owner, she herself has little experience in getting along with her family, and she rarely even acts in family dramas.

Suddenly there is an extra pair of parents who love her and love her, I am quite flustered...

Why don't you find a hotel to stay tonight, study the way the original owner gets along with his parents, and come back tomorrow?

Before Feng Yasong could turn around, the door was pulled open with a 'click'.

Her mother, Zhao Xuesong, was leaning against the door frame sleepily, and said in a relieved tone again: "I know how to go home after dark, it seems that my brain is really not broken~"

Her father, Feng Jiqing, nodded solemnly: "Let's see if she will go back to the house when it rains next time."

Feng Yasong: "..."

"Dad, Mom, I—"

Before the explanation was finished, it was interrupted by the protest of the stomach:
Gollum—

Gollum-

grunt-

The voice became louder and louder, Feng Yasong's ears felt hot with embarrassment, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

The bewildered look made Zhao Xuesong laugh 'puchi', took her little hand and pulled her into the room.

While wiping her hands with a towel scalded with hot water, he directed Feng Jiqing: "Hurry up and cook the little wontons you wrapped, don't starve the child to death."

Feng Jiqing doesn't talk much, but his execution ability is super strong.

Within 3 minutes, a steaming bowl of small wontons in chicken soup was brought to Feng Yasong.

The wonton skin is thin and the filling is big, and the chicken soup is delicious and golden.

Served with seaweed, shrimp skin and chopped green onion, one bite will leave a fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, and the sense of happiness will burst!
Feng Yasong drank two big bowls with tears in his eyes.

After all the exhaustion and hunger from a day's running were gone, he patted his stomach and belatedly asked Zhao Xuesong, "Mom, didn't you ask me what I did during the day?"

Zhao Xuesong shook his head, and his tone was particularly open-minded: "What can I ask?"

"You are already an adult and have your own privacy and freedom. Mom can't control you like before."

"As long as you can be responsible for your own words and deeds, do not break the law or violate discipline, do what you like, and go home when it gets dark."

……

Until he lay down on the bed after taking a shower, Feng Yasong was still full of disbelief.

Is this how a rich and pampered young lady is treated?

When I returned home in the middle of the night, there was no questioning, no insulting, no corporal punishment.

There are only hot towels handed by my mother and chicken soup wontons cooked by my father.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
With this fairy treatment, she was out of her mind and chose to go back for revenge and continue to mess with the rotten family of her adoptive parents.

In her previous life, she had no father or mother, and lived under the fence of others, so she had no choice in many things.

In order to prevent a nervous breakdown, she can only paralyze herself.

Concentrate on studying before the age of 18, and act seriously after the age of 18.

Family affection and love have nothing to do with her.

As long as she immerses herself in her dreams, she will not feel lonely when "the lights are on, the neighbors are fragrant with food, and the family walks hand in hand on the street".

And in this life, she has a family that can guarantee her food and clothing for the rest of her life, and parents who regard her as a treasure.

The dream of being a Grand Slam queen has already come true.

She just wants to slow down, enjoy life, and by the way...

Get lots and lots of love.

With a new life goal in mind, Feng Yasong fell into a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already noon the next day.

After a simple wash, Feng Yasong went downstairs, and saw that three dishes and one soup had been set on the dining table.

Zhao Xuesong was stretching out of the room, looking like he just woke up.

Feng Jiqing was nowhere to be seen, he must have gone to the company.

When the couple were young, they liked the world of two people, so the nannies they hired always cleaned up and left after cooking, and the salary was paid.

This habit has been used to this day.

Feng Yasong called out sweetly: "Good morning, Mom~"

Then he skipped to the restaurant to help with the bowls and chopsticks.

Zhao Xuesong's courteous appearance was particularly useful, and she replied with a smile: "Morning."

"Slept well last night?"

Feng Yasong nodded obediently.

"Is everything packed?"

Feng Yasong nodded halfway, suddenly confused: "What is it?"

Zhao Xuesong has long been accustomed to her forgetfulness.

He took a mouthful of food with a calm face and said, "What else can it be? Of course it's your luggage!"

This time Feng Yasong was even more confused.

My mind is full of: Why do you ask me to pack my luggage?
Wouldn't it be that she is already an adult and it's time to learn to be independent, so she should be kicked out of the house and rely on herself?

Woooooo don't!She hasn't enjoyed enough of the warmth of the family yet!
Feng Yasong was wailing vigorously in his heart, when he saw Zhao Xuesong's disgusted face: "What's your expression?"

"It's just sending you to a variety show, and it's not about selling you, so there's no need to be too sad."

When the word 'variety show' was mentioned, Feng Yasong finally had the corresponding memory in his mind.

About a week ago, Zhao Fan’s deep-seated star fan, Cedar Fen’s No. [-] house collapsed on countless walls.

Feng Yasong just complained a little when she was emo:
"I told you that current idols sell human designs, and the actual products and packaging are seriously inconsistent. If you don't listen, it will collapse again?"

Then Zhao Xuesong, who was furious, got a phone call into the talent show that was about to be aired.

Unbelievingly, he said: "It's fine if chasing others will destroy the house, I'll just throw money at you to make your debut, right?"

After all, she has no control over other people's children's private life, but she still has the right to intervene in her own children's private life.

If you dare to mess around outside, your legs will be broken by her!
At that time, Feng Yasong didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, and didn't care about her threats:

"If you want to give me pocket money, you can just use my card directly. There is no need to go through the draft, burn so much money to vote, and you may not be able to make your debut in the end."

And Zhao Xuesong: "I don't!"

"I just like the feeling of spending money to cast and cast, and my idol may not make a debut after it's over, and the house may collapse at any time after debut!"

This feeling of wasting money for nothing is so damn fascinating to her!
(End of this chapter)