Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

"Well."

Tang Xin hugs two steamed buns.

Watching this warm scene, the program team wanted to shoot it, but they were afraid of offending the boss, so forget it

Twenty minutes later, the luxurious Les mirage drove slowly towards this side.

The door opened and a pair of long, straight legs stepped out of the car.

Song Qinbei, a black and white striped handmade suit, appeared in front of the public.

He changed his clothes. After bathing, he smelled of ambergris and cedar, and he regained his cool and expensive appearance.

Every move shows the noble grace of the children of the aristocratic family.

"Mr. Song, here we are."

Camera brother carrying the camera came quickly, he touched the sweat on his forehead, "then next, still shooting?"

Originally, I wanted to take this opportunity to shoot some pictures, but now, I haven't shot anything.

Hours passed in a flash.

"Shoot." Song Qinbei has a black face.

It's just a parent-child video.

He doesn't believe it. It's not good to shoot twice at a time.

"So... What shall we do?"

The camera boy and the program group are helpless.

"I'm not supposed to ask you that?" The ice sculpture like man cast down his cold eyes.

The other side beat a cold cicada.

"Then..." the camera brother discussed with the program team, "let's take some pictures of the forest.

This is not a forest area. You can bring your two sons to take pictures of picking wild fruits, pine nuts, mushrooms and bamboo shoots. "

This forest area is rich in products, and there are many materials for shooting.

Shooting these contents can create a sense of contrast set by Mr. Song. A big man like Mr. Song takes two cute kids to pick wild fruits in the mountains. After shooting, he will surely increase the heat and topic.

"Then shoot."

Song Qinbei walked to the two steamed buns without any expression, "you, follow me."

"But I want to be with Ma Ma." Xiao Bao holds Tang Xin's arm.

"I want to follow mom, too." Qian'er doesn't want to continue such a hypocritical shooting activity. She just wants to stay quietly by Tang Xin's side.

Song Qinbei

"Well, Xiaobao, qian'er, since someone wants to shoot, you can work harder." Tang Xin rubbed the heads of the two steamed buns.

The two kids agreed.

"You follow." Song Qinbei looks at Tang Xin in displeasure.

"... good." Tang Xin left and right led two steamed buns to follow behind song Qinbei.

The photographer follows them.

And the program team watched that the shooting progress was too slow. They went to the other combination camp of Dadi and Mengwa, but they were directing the camera brother remotely.

Deep in the mountain is a golden maple forest, which looks like a Golden Ocean from a distance.

Under the feet of the land some wet, the ground piled up thick maple leaves, step on the sound of creaking.

The forest stretches thousands of miles. You can't turn around at a glance. The air is mixed with the smell of grass and moist soil. The cool wind blows, which is refreshing.

Five people are walking step by step.

Song Qinbei is still displeased with the shooting.

And Tang Xin naturally didn't have a good face for song Qinbei, and took care of the two steamed buns.

Although there are not many opportunities for her to show her face in this variety show, she doesn't care about it. If it's not for this variety show, she won't have the chance to get along with the two steamed buns for so long.