The mind-reading baby became popular after taking his mother to participate in a variety show

Chapter 149

Mian Mian walked over excitedly holding the braised pork.

"Susu, this is for you." Mianmian smiled and handed over the plate.

Susu's eyes lit up when she heard that she was feeling guilty that she didn't choose a good dish for her mother.

Reaching out to take it, Susu said sincerely, "Thank you Mianmian."

"You're welcome." Mianmian waved her little hand indifferently, and then ran back to eat.

[Mianmian is so good, friends who don’t have meat and dishes take the initiative to share, this is better than many adults. 】

[I'm going to be a fan just based on this, this little dumpling is amazing. 】

The live broadcast room is full of praise.

Li Baiwei, who was watching the barrage, gritted her teeth secretly, and glanced at the plate of braised pork with cold eyes.

Isn't this little thing just showing off his abilities on purpose?

Set up a good character so that everyone likes her, she has such deep thoughts at a young age, what will happen in the future?
Thinking of this, Li Baiwei hated Mianmian even more.

Susu didn't know what Li Baiwei was thinking, but she was happy to let her mother eat better dishes.

Putting a piece of braised pork into Li Baiwei's bowl, Susu said softly, "Mom eat."

"I won't eat it, you can eat it yourself." Li Baiwei looked worried, and threw the braised pork back into Susu's bowl.

He didn't even notice that Susu's eyes dimmed instantly.

【What kind of monster is Li Baiwei? She really doesn't look like a mother at all. 】

[I feel sorry for Susu every day. It would be great if Susu could have a mother who respects her children like Sang He. 】

After the meal, the program group did not arrange other activities, and the relevant staff began to set up temporary tents for the small groups to take a nap.

The guests wandered around when they had nothing to do.

I was quickly attracted by padlocks and prayer tapes.

Mianmian, who had never seen it before, was very curious, and pulled Sang He over.

"Little friend, do you want to write prayers with a padlock?" An old woman came over and asked.

Mian Mian blinked her innocent big eyes and asked ignorantly, "What is this for?"

"Make a wish, you can write your wish on your prayer belt, and the gods in the sky will see it for you when they see it." The old lady explained.

Hearing this, Mianmian's eyes lit up.

"Want to write!"

The old grandma smiled and walked aside, took a blessing belt and a pen and handed them to Mianmian.

Holding these things, Mianmian tilted her head and thought for a while, then looked up at Sang He: "Mom, can you help Mianmian write?"

She couldn't read, and certainly couldn't write, and had to ask for help.

"Okay." Sang He also understood, nodded and agreed, "What to write?"

Mian Mian replied sweetly: "I hope that my mother will be happy every day and have no worries."

Sang He paused and forgot to write for a while.

Xu Qing, who was also preparing to write a prayer tape at the side, heard what Mianmian said, and teased with a smile: "Mianmian is so kind to your mother."

"However," at the end, Xu Qing asked again, "won't you write one for yourself?"

After thinking seriously for a long time, she shook her head.

The soft and waxy voice resounded in Sang He's heart, "As long as mother is happy, she will be happy, and if mother is soft, it will be fine."

Sang He's heart was deeply touched.

"We Mianmian are really angel babies sent from heaven." Xu Qing was also a little surprised that a four-year-old Xiaotuanzi had such an idea.

Hearing Xu Qing's words, Sang He nodded in his heart.

【really. 】

Mian Mian happily hugged Sang He's thigh, rubbing it coquettishly.

When he came back to his senses, Sang He wrote this sentence down, and the elegant font was particularly beautiful.

I took the written prayer belt and read it again and again, and it took a long time for Mianmian to tie up the prayer belt.

After finishing the work, Mianmian played with Su Yan.

Sang He watched Mianmian's back silently for a while, then stepped up to the padlock.

"Girl, do you want a padlock?" The old lady walked over with her back bent.

Sang He nodded slightly.

The old woman gave her a lock, "Just write your two names on the lock."

"Thank you." After finishing speaking, Sang He took a pen and wrote her and Mian Mian's names on it without hesitation, and finally hung it up.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, and the camera did not capture who Sang He wrote.

But the viewers in the live broadcast room defaulted that this kind of lock was hung by couples. When they saw Sang He go to pad the lock, they thought it was Sang He and Luo Wenmo who hung it, and netizens slammed candy one after another.

[The other person is the man who lives in Sang He's house, so sweet! 】

[These three tourist places can't see the interaction between Sang He and him, so sad. 】

[Call, call, no way, let that man come too. 】

[Probably not very good, he doesn't show his face, so it's better to save your worries. 】

Everyone played for a while, and the director team had already set up the temporary tent.

"Everyone can go to rest." The staff came over to remind.

All the little dumplings were about to go in, but Li Baiwei came over, "Susu, wait a minute."

The smile on Susu's face withdrew slightly, and she turned her head reluctantly to look over.

"What's wrong mom?"

"Today's "Disciple Regulations" have not been finished, you have to memorize it quickly, there are other tasks tonight." Li Baiwei said, and handed the "Disciples Regulations" she brought to Susu.

Susu let out a dejected "Oh".

[This kind of mother is too suffocating, and she brings books with her when she comes out to play. 】

[I really don't want Susu to have a moment to breathe, I feel that Susu will have a nervous breakdown if this continues. 】

[Can the program team arrange an exchange with an education expert, and teach Li Baiwei well. 】

Amidst the barrage of condemnation, Mianmian got a small head out of the tent.

Unknown why Mianmian shouted: "Susu, come here quickly, Luo Hao has brought toys, let's play together."

Saying that, Mianmian ran out and took Su Sula away.

Li Baiwei's eyes suddenly darkened, but because she was in front of the camera, she just gritted her teeth and let it go.

Susu, who got rid of the bitterness of Li Baiwei's endorsement, finally became happy again.

The four small groups sat around and played with toys.

After a while, Mianmian suddenly put her index finger to her mouth and gave a "shh", then said in a low voice, "Let's stop playing, Susu is asleep."

Everyone followed Mianmian's words and looked over.

I saw Susu still kept her sitting posture, holding a toy in her hand.

【Oh my god, how sleepy this child must be to fall asleep sitting up! 】

[Li Baiwei really don't want to reflect on herself? 】

Mianmian did not dare to touch Susu, ran out lightly to find Li Baiwei, and explained the situation to her.

Li Baiwei, who was looking at the scenery, froze for a moment.

Sitting up and falling asleep?
Li Baiwei followed Mianmian to the tent.

Seeing Susu's appearance, Li Baiwei suddenly fell silent.

For the first time, she reflected on whether she was pushing Susu too hard.

(End of this chapter)