The wealthy stepmother brought up the baby in the reverse variety show

Chapter 4 Fu Suiyan, I count to three

When doing these, Qu Ning didn't look at the camera specially, every movement was very natural.

[She likes to pretend. 】

[It's boring to show us on purpose in front of the camera. 】

[Why didn't her stepson show up?No one reminded her that this is a parent-child variety show, and it's not a vlog specially for her to pose for a show. 】

Zhao Chuan has never seen Qu Ning's son, and wanted to ask why several times.

But Qu Ning is currently concentrating on reading a fashion magazine, and the pictures of the peaceful years are really unbearable to disturb.

Just when Zhao Chuan was hesitating about how to speak, Qu Ning suddenly put down the fashion magazine in his hand: "My son is practicing the piano upstairs, I'll call him."

Zhao Chuan was slightly taken aback.

Then Qu Ning got up and went upstairs, and the camera followed behind Qu Ning steadily, recording every frame of movement in the mansion.

Qu Ning went to the piano room first, but there was no sign of Fu Suiyan in the piano room.

Qu Ning turned to look for someone in the children's room, but couldn't find it, and then continued to look for each room.

[Whether I'm looking for a son, or want to show us how luxurious her home is, I don't want to expose her. 】

[Sister, I know your house is big, so I don't need to take another shot. 】

【I guarantee that Qu Ning's stepson must hate her very much and avoid her. 】

[Not to mention Qu Ning's stepson, I don't like Qu Ning very much either. 】

Now the four groups of live broadcast rooms are full of complaints.

However, the number of viewers is visible to the naked eye.

From the beginning of the broadcast, there were only tens of thousands of online viewers, and it gradually increased to 10,000+, and there is a trend of rising to 20.

Although the barrage is full of complaints and criticisms.

But it is undeniable that the more controversial, the more heated.

Zhao Chuan glanced at Qu Ning in the camera, and said to himself silently: "This one has a bit of magical power."

at the same time.

The atmosphere in the first group was very warm.

Su Xianlin got up early in the morning to make breakfast for his stepson. When the breakfast was halfway done, the program team came, and then continued to make breakfast in the live broadcast state.

Then the camera follows Su Xianlin to the children's room.

Before entering the children's room, Su Xianlin did not forget to take off his apron before entering.Walking to the side of the children's bed, he leaned over to lift a little bit of the quilt, and gently and patiently coaxed Meng Xiaochen to get up.

"Xiaochen, wake up."

"Daddy made your favorite borscht today. If you don't get up again, I will eat it up."

Little Bear stretched out a hand from inside the quilt: "Daddy hug~"

Su Xianlin was so happy and satisfied when he heard Meng Xiaochen calling his father.

It's not in vain that he spends a lot of energy every day to please this kid.

Su Xianlin quickly hugged Meng Xiaochen.

He dressed Meng Xiaochen first, and then carried Meng Xiaochen to the bathroom to wash up. After washing, Su Xianlin specially made Meng Xiaochen a handsome hairstyle with hairspray.

After finishing the hairstyle, Su Xianlin asked with a sense of accomplishment, "Xiaochen, do you like this hairstyle?"

Meng Xiaochen looked at himself in the mirror, then turned to look at Su Xianlin, and said loudly, "Dad, Mom said you can't get glue on your hair."

The sense of accomplishment on Su Xianlin's face disappeared instantly.

Often at this time, most of the dads' approach is: don't worry, the hairstyle has been done anyway, it doesn't matter this time, just don't do it next time.

But when Su Xianlin heard what Meng Xiaochen said, he hesitated for two seconds, and then turned on the faucet: "Mom said no, then we will listen to my mother. It was also my father's negligence. Children's scalps are fragile, and they really should be less exposed to hairspray."

Su Xianlin didn't find it troublesome, but instead reflected on himself.

Then patiently restored Meng Xiaochen's hair to its original appearance, and finally carried Meng Xiaochen downstairs to have breakfast.

Well-dressed Fu Bingyang came downstairs and saw that breakfast was set on the dining table, and her son had washed up and was sitting in front of the dining table waiting for her. He was in a good mood immediately.

"Xiaochen."

Fu Bingyang came over.

When Meng Xiaochen heard her mother's voice, she immediately raised her head: "Mom, you are down."

When Meng Xiaochen noticed that her mother looked different today, she generously praised: "Mom is so beautiful today."

Fu Bingyang lowered his head and kissed Meng Xiaochen on the cheek: "My son's mouth is so sweet, mua~"

Su Xianlin took out a plate of jam from the kitchen, just in time to see the scene of Fu Bingyang kissing his son, he immediately put down the jam and walked over, and asked like no one else: "Wife, what about me?"

Fu Bingyang stood on tiptoe, and sent a sweet kiss to Su Xianlin's lips: "I got up early in the morning to take care of it, my husband has worked hard."

Meng Xiaochen raised his hand to cover his eyes and did not forget to say, "Oh, Mom and Dad kissed again."

[Ah Pu, Xiaochen is so cute, she must often watch her parents show affection. 】

[Envy, Fu Bingyang is so happy. 】

[Look at Fu Bingyang's husband, and then look at my husband, the same husband, why is there such a big difference? 】

[If all husbands are like Fu Bingyang's husband, I believe every family will be very happy. 】

[Talk about Fu Bingyang's husband before he dies. 】

[Not to mention before death, I can burn a husband like this to me after death. 】

Nearly one million online viewing popularity in the live broadcast room.

Some of Su Xianlin's actions this morning gave him a lot of goodwill.

And every frame of him getting along with Fu Bingyang is a picture that even the photographer finds sweet and warm.
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Qu Ning had already searched every room on every floor, but couldn't find Fu Suiyan.

The photographers were starting to worry that something was wrong.

But seeing Qu Ning's unhurried and calm face, he swallowed back his worried words.

Fu Suiyan was not seen until she searched for the last room, Qu Ning turned around, her expression was not as calm as before.

No one could guess what Qu Ning was going to do next.

Qu Ning slowly rolled up her sleeves, crossed her hips, cleared her throat, and said loudly in a voice that could be heard on the whole floor:
"Fu Suiyan, I count to three."

The photographer froze.

The barrage in the live broadcast room also disappeared.

In just a few seconds, it seemed that the whole world fell into silence, only Qu Ning's counting voice——

"One"

...

"two"

[This Qu Ning doesn't really think she's her own mother, does she? 】

[Damn it, I thought my mother was here, the saying that I counted to three was my childhood nightmare, who knows? 】

【I suspect that Qu Ning was watching the barrage secretly. Everyone said she was pretending. Now she has changed her strategy and started to be down-to-earth? 】

【She doesn't really think this set works, does she? 】

【I just watched her performance quietly. 】

Just when Qu Ning was about to count to three.

At the end of the corridor not far away, a sneaky little figure appeared.

(End of this chapter)