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

Chapter 3 Parent-child Variety Shows with Mom
"Mom Auntie, someone is knocking on the door."

Mianmian yelled in the bathroom where the water was splashing, but the people inside didn't seem to hear it, and the knocking on the door continued.

The eyes of the little milk group looked back and forth between the bathroom and the door of the apartment.

Through the door, she heard the uncle outside calling her aunt's name, as if she was a friend of her aunt.

So Mianmian should be able to open the door!
Stepping on her big slippers, Mian Mian walked towards the door.

"Oh, grandma Sang He Sang, what are you doing, you you you you..." The manager Zhang Yang knocked on the door for a long time, he was out of breath due to the heat outside, just complained a few words, suddenly his eyes widened and he stuttered Couldn't say a complete sentence.

It was not Sang He who opened the door, but a little girl with two braids.

Bai Nunuuo's face is as cute as a porcelain doll, and the most important thing is that her eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Sanghe. If you look closely, they look like they were carved out of a mold.

When Zhang Yang was shocked by the unwed birth of an artist under his control, Mianmian also looked at Zhang Yang outside the door, who was wearing pink and long braids, and hesitated whether to call her aunt or uncle.

She remembered that the teacher at the orphanage said that the one with flat chest was the uncle, so she said softly, "Uncle, what's the matter? Auntie is not free right now."

After catching Xiao Naituan's address, Zhang Yang asked in surprise, "Your aunt is..."

Mianmian replied obediently: "Sanghe."

Zhang Yang was struck by lightning.

I didn't expect what was photographed today to be true.

Countless public relations plans flashed through his mind like a movie.

"Uncle, please change your shoes." Mianmian called him back to reality, and Xiao Naituan took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, looking really good.

Zhang Yang finally regained his strength, decided to understand the situation, and asked, "What's your name, and how old are you?"

Mianmian blinked and replied, "My name is Sang Mianmian, and I am four years old."

The way she answered seriously was too cute.

Zhang Yang unconsciously showed his uncle's smile, then immediately put it away, and asked, "Where's your father?"

"Mianmian..."

"what's up?"

Before Mianmian could finish her words, a cold female voice without emotion suddenly sounded, and Zhang Yang looked up.

Sang He came out of the living room wiping her wet long hair with a tired look on her face, but she couldn't hide her beautiful appearance and outstanding temperament.

It's just that her world-weary eyes that reject others for thousands of miles make people feel discouraged.

Even Zhang Yang, who has taken over her manager since her debut, couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but said: "How many times have I said it, you want to laugh, will you smile? It's been a few years since you debuted, what's the problem with the poor audience popularity, why don't you reflect on it."

"En." Sang He interrupted him coldly, and asked again: "So what's the matter?"

"You..." Zhang Yang was angry.

At the beginning, he chose Sang He because he thought her appearance was superior. His gaze was indeed very explosive, and it did make Sang He popular all over the country, but it was so dark that it became popular. ".

There is no shortage of female artists with good looks in the entertainment industry, but they can manage character design and have high emotional intelligence.

In terms of emotional intelligence, Sanghe is even as low as dust.

If beauty is traded with EQ, Sang He's EQ is the most negative.

The children in the orphanage are more observant than the children in ordinary families, and Mianmian immediately noticed the tense atmosphere.

"uncle."

Zhang Yang felt that the hem of his clothes was being torn, looked down, saw Mianmian's big black eyes blinking, and asked him naively: "Uncle, what do you want from Auntie, can Mianmian listen?"

The soft white and cute little face and the sweet little milk voice will calm down any angry people.

Zhang Yang asked Xizi to hold his heart, showed his uncle a smile, and coaxed: "Uncle wants to talk to Auntie about work, can Mianmian go play alone?"

Mianmian tilted her head, as if thinking about it, and said, "Mianmian can pour water for uncle and auntie."

Zhang Yang was surprised: "Mianmian still pours water?"

Mianmian nodded her head heavily, clasped her little hands, and summoned up her courage, "Pour uncle Mianmian water, can uncle not be mean to auntie?"

Zhang Yang's heart melted completely, and looking at Sang He again, the woman indifferently took out the hair dryer, sat on the sofa, and was about to blow her hair.

He was heartbroken.

He turned his head and looked at Mianmian with a smile: "Okay, uncle promises you."

Then, taking advantage of Mianmian leaving the living room to pour water, he immediately changed his expression and said anxiously: "Who is she? What's going on! When did you have a daughter? Who is her father? Don't tell me it's Luo..."

"Stop." Before Zhang Yang said the name, Sang He interrupted him with a headache, because he was too lazy to explain, and directly threw the certificate of the orphanage to Zhang Yang.

But Zhang Yang said with a shocked face: "You have even thought out a public relations plan? Are you ready? Does this prove to be reliable?"

Sang He: "..."

Her patience ran out, emphatically, "It's true."

Zhang Yang received a lot of information for a while. After he digested Mian Mian's life experience, his eyes were distressed and a little deep, and he asked Sang He: "Are you going to use her to make up for the wound?"

"No, no one can replace my baby." Sang He twitched the corners of his mouth and laughed at himself, "It's just the last thing the old man did."

This is the last connection between her and her father in this world.

Zhang Yang understood that Sang He planned to keep the little girl.

If it is an ordinary person, it may not be a good thing to have fun, but Sang He's status is special, if the media continues to expose it, it will definitely make a big fuss.

But Sang He made a decision, and Zhang Yang gave up persuasion because he couldn't bring back a few cows.

He got down to business: "Did you see today's hot search?"

Sang He pursed her lips, indifferent.

Zhang Yang had no choice but to issue an ultimatum: "You were photographed with lingering pictures, and now the company has suppressed you, but if you want to continue raising her, you must have a reasonable explanation, otherwise you will breach the contract?"

Xinghai Media, which Sang He signed with, is the largest domestic entertainment company, and the cost of breaching the contract is extremely high.

"I can't afford it." Sang He replied without changing his face.

Zhang Yang choked up, and continued: "After seeing this, the company's executives plan to continue to push you to go on a parent-child show, so that the continuous problems can be solved."

Sang He refused without thinking: "No."

Zhang Yang was so annoyed by her unshakable state that his nose was crooked.

The small hand holding the water glass trembled, and pursed the corners of her mouth. Who is the baby? Is it aunt's child?The corners of her eyes were a little rosy, but thinking of the voice in her head, she became firm again, as long as she followed her aunt, Mianmian would also find her own mother!

Stepping forward, he said in a daze, "Parent-child variety show, can Mianmian accompany Auntie to participate?"

She was in the orphanage, and the dean would put on parent-child shows. She probably knew that parent-child variety shows were programs for adults to bring children.

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration, Sang He was very stubborn, if he relied on the little milk dumpling in front of him to persuade him, he would go back and forth several times overjoyed.

(End of this chapter)