I Woke up to Find I Have a Child

There was a rapid knock on the door, and Ye Mingxin opened the door in her pajamas, and the oncoming mobile phone screen almost hit her face.

"Are you a judge?"

Ye Ming leaned back and saw the text on the screen. She nodded, "Jiang Lingyan asked me if I could go. I think this show is not bad, and you are in it, so we can work together, so I agreed. ."

Han Feixu was puzzled, "Why didn't you tell me?" Ye Mingxin knew where she went, but she didn't know what Ye Mingxin's schedule was.

Ye Mingxin tidyed the folded collar back for her. From time to time, she would do some small actions like this, such as helping her tidy her hair, putting the cup directly on her hand, or tilting the earrings and putting them on her again. Wait, wait, Han Feixu felt uncomfortable at first, but now she can't notice these little movements.

"I want to surprise you."

Ye Mingxin stroked the tidied collar twice, then stood up straight and smiled at her, "How is it, are you happy?"

Han Feixu looked at her silently, not knowing how to answer, Ye Mingxin went to be a judge, where is the happy point, would she still give herself water?

Han Feixu was silent, no matter how slow she was, she could see now that Ye Mingxin didn't want to divorce her at all, and all the signs showed that she was cooking frogs in warm water to herself. When she gradually got used to this kind of life, they would just You can live like this for a lifetime.

"She" wanted a divorce, but Ye Mingxin didn't want to. The previous Ye Mingxin agreed to the divorce. It is probably the result of her long efforts in the past. However, she has lost her memory and all her efforts have fallen short. Ye Mingxin never mentions the previous events. The divorce plan is natural. Stranded.

Han Feixu retracted her phone and looked up at her, "Then, let's shoot variety shows together in the future?"

"Not every issue can be shot together. The first issue is nothing to me." Ye Mingxin took a step back indifferently, looking like an unintentional move.

Han Feixu looked at the space she had exited. This was an act suggestion that she could enter.

Han Feixu's movements paused for two seconds, and she backhanded behind her, and then twisted her body tiredly, "So there were no judges in the first period. Okay, then I'll go back."

After speaking, she turned around and was about to leave. The moment she turned around, Ye Mingxin's eyes darkened a lot.

It seems that she is pressing a little tight.

Ye Mingxin was a little upset. Suddenly, Han Feixu turned back. Ye Mingxin didn’t have time to withdraw his emotions. Han Feixu stretched out an index finger to the sky, with a smile on his face, as if he was laughing at how his memory was so bad. After seeing Ye Mingxin's scheming expression, she was stunned.

Ye Ming was startled, and immediately put on a gentle expression, "Is there anything else?"

"Ah...oh, yes, I just forgot to say that there will be a parent-child activity in the kindergarten tomorrow on the theme of the Dragon Boat Festival. The children and their parents will make zongzi and make dragon boat models together. Can you go?"

Ye Mingxin and Han Feixu were in a state of hidden marriage. Although this kind of parent-child activities were conducted in the garden, they were all big-time parents, and basically no one was talking about gossip, but that was the premise that a single person appeared.

If two people show up together, even the big guys can't help but spread it out ==

"Can't you go?"

Han Feixu bent a leg and stood a little more casually, "Of course I can go, but I don't know how to make rice dumplings. Besides, you haven't gotten along with Yiyi for a long time, so you just eat early in the morning. I can see you."

Yiyi went to bed early, and Ye Mingxin came back basically after ten o’clock. The crew had heavy tasks. She still had so many endorsements and activities to participate in. It’s not easy to be able to rest for a few days this year. According to her past experience, she You can rest no more than three days per year.

Even during the time she was fractured, she went to work with her injuries.

For toy food, Yiyi is always unambiguous, and she always speaks directly, but if she wants to play with mom and mummy, Yiyi is embarrassed to say it. She knows this is something that is hard to get, and they may not agree to it. .

I don't know how long the little girl has been thinking about herself. Yesterday, she and Han Feixu repeatedly hinted that she wanted Mommy to participate in parent-child activities.

Ye Ming pursed her lips. At this time, she felt that she was particularly sorry for her daughter, and then she had the urge to break the contract.

Of course, it is impossible to break the contract. By the next day, it is still time to film the scene, the endorsement endorsement, the poor little face of her daughter, she has forgotten to go to outer space.

When I get back home, repeat the above process again and again ==

"What time?"

Han Feixu didn't remember what time it was. She turned on the phone and read the message sent by the teacher in the group of parents, "It starts at 9 am and ends at 11:30."

Ye Ming thought about his itinerary tomorrow morning, and pushed it, as if there was no problem, "Okay, I will take Yiyi tomorrow."

Han Feixu smiled at her, this time he really left and didn't return.

Back to his room, Han Feixu continued to read the news of the parent group. There are mostly mothers here, and occasionally a few fathers appear. Everyone is explaining about parent-child activities. A mother is very enthusiastic and wants to be there. After the activity is over, all the children from the starfish class and their parents are invited to play at her house.

Han Feixu basically doesn't speak in the group, she just looks at the screen.

There are a total of 19 children in the starfish class. The mother invited one by one, and she soon invited Han Feixu. To Han Feixu, she was more enthusiastic than others. Maybe she wanted to see the only mixed-race child in the class. What do your parents look like.

Han Feixu declined, anyway, when they saw Ye Mingxin tomorrow, they would know why she refused.

Ye Mingxin gave birth to a child in marriage, and being able to participate in a parent-child activity is already the limit. How could he go to a party with Zhang Luo, the parent of his classmates.

The next day, Ye Mingxin took Yiyi to participate in parent-child activities. After returning, Han Feixu lay halfway on the sofa, listening to Yiyi exaggeratingly describing the scene at that time.

"All the parents are staring at Mommy! They look particularly surprised, and their expressions are the same as our expressions when the teacher magnified the orangutan opening box for us last month!"

Han Feixu smiled unkindly, and almost fell off the sofa with laughter. She is a real mother, and Yiyi is also a real daughter, otherwise Ye Mingxin can't be so serious.

After sending Yiyi back, Ye Mingxin didn't even enter the house, so she went directly to the studio to film. Yiyi took out the little rice dumplings she had wrapped today from her small schoolbag and handed it to her like Xianbao, "Mom, this is me and Mommy. I made it for you, you can taste it."

Han Feixu's joyous laughter came to an abrupt end after receiving the messy sticky glutinous rice on the reed mat.

...

Yiyi: QAQ mother hates it.

Jiang Lingyan’s party was held on the weekend. The night before, the variety show that Mao Yangjun participated in happened to be aired. When it first aired, it was fine. All the footage of Mao Yangjun’s accident was cut off. No one knows that time. What happened? After Mao Yangjun felt better, he returned to the set to continue shooting. He took the remaining steps firmly before returning to the hospital to continue hanging water.

Because of this, the variety director and producer praised him, saying that he is really dedicated.

But this is just the calm before the storm...

In the middle of the night, an entertainment blogger with only tens of thousands of fans suddenly broke the news that Mao Yang was drowning at the variety show shooting scene and was suspected of being murdered.

There are pictures and the truth, pictures of Mao Yangjun being rescued, and pictures of being taken to the hospital. They are all very clear. At first glance, they were taken by the on-site personnel, and even the paparazzi did not get this information.

As soon as this revelation came out, it was on the hot search list in less than an hour, but it was in the bottom few positions. When some netizens saw this hot search, they started to pour tap water, all kinds of conspiracy theories and indirect hot searches. Out.

Up to the show group, down to all the variety show guests, there is no one who does not lie down.

The most unlucky was a person named Zhang Hao. He was the nearest to Mao Yangjun at the time, and was in front of him. Although there is no picture, some netizens insisted that Zhang Hao hid when Mao Yangjun fell into the water because Mao Yangjun subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull him to maintain his balance, but he hid like this, Mao Yang didn't have any support before he fell in and almost died.

...It's really a person standing in front, the pot behind him.

Han Feixu sat in the car and checked every hot search. Zhong Yuanyuan sat beside her, "Trust me, this Mao Yangjun must have done it himself."

Han Feixu also feels that Liang Zhu’s guess is correct, but she is still afraid to make a conclusion, because so far, people have been stepping on the guests and program groups, but Mao Yangjun has not been praised much.

"If you don't boast, you can't be popular? Look, is there such a group of people in every hot search that are worthless for Mao Yang, and their words are very similar,'Little fresh meat with no name and no background' Obviously, this is for sympathy!"

Han Feixu looked at it, really, "This approach can also become popular? How do I feel that he will be blacked out by the entertainment industry before he becomes popular."

Without professional ethics and using human life to trample on seniors, anyone who was stepped on by him in this way could not let him go. As Hot Search commented, he is just a little fresh meat with no name and no background. If people want to retaliate, he must be unable to withstand it.

Zhong Yuanyuan shrugged, "This is suicidal black and red. If it gets hot, then it gets hot. If it doesn't get hot, it's possible to lose your life."

Where is the entertainment industry, where a large amount of capital is gathered, and the relationship between who and whom is not intertwined. If he does this, of course there will be resources in the future, but it will never be a good resource. Decent endorsements are even less likely to be received. Big brands cherish feathers and will not let such a star tarnish their brand value.

And the people he provokes. If they are all kind or have no background, then it's better. If there is a hot temper, who is not easy to provoke, he will be finished.

Zhong Yuanyuan was amazed, "I have seen someone who is looking for death, and I have never seen someone who is rushing to find death. Is he mentally retarded? How can a normal person do such a thing."

Han Feixu only met Mao Yangjun once, and the two of them didn't even say a word. She didn't care whether Mao Yangjun was going to die, she only cared about Liang Zhu's hairline that he was about to lose.

...

The party was held in a lake-view room under the name of Jiang Lingyan. The scenery outside the car window was getting more and more desolate. Knowing that it was coming soon, Han Feixu quit Weibo and opened WeChat.

[Han Feixu: Where have you been? 】

[Shen Sangluo: Coming soon. 】

This is the meaning of not going out yet ==

[Han Feixu: I'm almost there! Go out quickly, or I will give you the special-shaped zongzi made by my girl. 】

Shen Sangluo: "..." What is alien zongzi?

What Han Feixu told her was that there was a small party. The owner of the party said that everyone should invite their friends as much as possible. The more fun it gets, the better. Han Feixu is the only friend of hers, so she can only call her.

Shen Sangluo didn't want to come at first. The company usually likes to organize these gatherings. When the film is reviewed, the film management also invites them to gather. There are too many gatherings, which makes her have a bad impression of the term gathering.

However, what Han Feixu said was really pitiful. It seemed that everyone else had friends to go. She was a lonely woman. Shen Sangluo thought twice and decided to go there. It would be able to support friends and save a meal for dinner.

After changing her shoes, Shen Sangluo was about to go out. Suddenly, there was a noise in the bedroom. When she went back to the bedroom, she found that the calligraphy cylinder had fallen, and the rice paper inside was scattered all over the place, but the most obvious thing was that The framed scroll inside.

Squatting on the ground, Shen Sangluo unfolded the scroll and sighed deeply as he looked at the words "A stumble will become an eternal hate".

Then she put the scroll back again.

Unexpectedly, this is a sign.

...

When Shen Sangluo drove on the road, Han Feixu had already arrived, and as soon as she walked in, she heard a man in the living room utterly suffering.

"I was wronged! That photo is definitely a matter of perspective. In fact, I am far away from him. If we can put three Nie Kaiyuan between us, how could he subconsciously arrest me!"

Don't ask, this must be Zhang Hao, the brat man.

Nie Kaiyuan, who was mentioned by him, blacked his face, "You said, can you not use me as a unit of measurement."

Compared with other male artists, Nie Kaiyuan belongs to the stronger category. His body is full of tendons and he grows tall. In this way, he looks a bit like the two-sized Jushi Johnson.

Chi Qiu sat on the armrest of the sofa, listening to Zhang Hao's complaint with a smile, and hearing the sound of opening the door, she looked back and immediately stood up and walked towards Han Feixu, "Come early enough, you come here a while later. , We are over."

What she said is too exaggerated. Jiang Lingyan’s set time is four o’clock in the afternoon, and it’s only four ten in the afternoon. Han Feixu doesn’t want to be late, but she has to take Yiyi back from the kindergarten and say goodbye to the children, and then Hurry here, and after a long time, it's too late.

Not to mention, Han Feixu would feel a little sorry in her heart, but Chi Qiu said it so loudly, that little feeling in her heart was gone, she smiled: "Something at home is delayed, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Hao is also a small piece of fresh meat, but his character is more like old bacon.

He is a man from the northeast, and he is familiar with everyone. Although he has never seen Han Feixu, he does not deter him at all. "It's not about me lying down with a gun. By the way, Han Feixu, Mao Yangjun It's your brother, when is he going to clarify to me?"

Han Feixu waved his hand again and again, "No, he is not my junior. I have been in the shadows for six years, and my comeback time is later than his debut time. I am not as familiar with him as you are."

Yuan Jize, who was also lying on the gun, smiled heartily, "Yes, everyone is not familiar with him, so he knows himself."

There are basically no newcomers in this house, except for Luersi. Even Luersi is a xiaohua who debuted for a year. Everyone knows these routines. After careful consideration, you can understand the cause of the accident today. Where did it start.

The entertainers are sitting in the living room, the staff of Fuhuadao are sitting at the bar, and Jiang Lingyan and the director and production director are sitting and chatting on the rattan chairs outside the French windows.

The people were almost there. Jiang Lingyan returned to the house and consoled everyone along the route. Han Feixu also sat on the artist’s side. She was the last to be consoled. Jiang Lingyan took a sip of red wine. When will Ye Mingxin come over?"

She asked in a very low voice, and there was no one else beside her, and she was not afraid of being heard. Han Feixu also replied in a low voice: "She will come over after the filming. It is estimated at 8 or 9 in the evening.

The party didn't end at that time. At least until midnight, everyone will go back one after another. Jiang Lingyan took another sip of red wine and finally asked her real concern, "When will Shen Sangluo come?"

Han Feixu looked at her for a while, and stared at her for a while before Han Feixu said, "You tell me a question first. Don't you mean everyone can invite friends over? Why didn't I see other people?"

Most of the artist’s friends are also artists, but there are only eight of them here, and there are only ten including two judges. How can there be extra "friends"?

Jiang Lingyan didn't change his face, "There are too many people, and this party loses its original meaning. Besides, I don't like occasions with too many people."

——The more people there are, the more lively, right?

The words are still in my ears, Han Feixu really wanted to slap her, but she didn’t dare to TAT

"Please, everyone is related to "I'm the Protagonist". After a while, Shen Sang arrived and found that this is not what I said. She shouldn't be anxious with me. Even if you want to trick her over, do it more decently. Right?!"

"At the very least, you can't expose me. If even I have lost her trust, and you want to lie to her in the future, it's basically impossible."

Shen Sangluo's admission to Peking University was not just based on hard work. He was a genius with a seriousness of 800, and his IQ was a bit higher than ordinary people.

Although, her IQ often overturned ==

Jiang Lingyan listened to her and pondered for a moment, "What you said makes sense."

Jiang Lingyan nodded, "Okay, I'll call someone over and fill it up in a while. Thank you this time. If you need me in the future, just speak up."

"Don't worry, I'm definitely not being polite to you."

Jiang Lingyan: "..."

Han Feixu also felt that Jiang Lingyan had a terrifying aura, especially in line with her reputation as Jiang Papi. She was really afraid of her at first, but as soon as she talked about Shen Sangluo, Han Feixu's mentality became balanced. After all, isn't this just someone who wants to chase her good friend. After chasing for a month, I haven't even seen it twice, let alone any substantial progress.

Too stupid, Shen Sangluo, who is so easy to pursue, hasn't won it for so long.

In Han Feixu’s heart, Jiang Lingyan has already stepped down from the altar, naturally it is no longer scary ==

Jiang Lingyan left, and Han Feixu returned to the celebrities. After sitting down for a while, Chi Qiu walked over. She and Han Feixu talked about the previous Internet Comprehensive Social Network, and talked about the current poor reputation of the Internet Comprehensive Social Network. Qiu's face is full of complacency.

Han Feixu's gaze swept from the front inadvertently, just as a female artist over there raised her head. Seeing Han Feixu looking at her, she immediately showed a polite smile.

Before coming, Han Feixu had read all the information of all the players. The artist who laughed at her was called Han Yiren, who had a nice name, and was also the youngest among all the players present.

Only 20 years old.

Han Feixu smiled back at her, Chi Qiu followed her gaze, and then turned back, "Know?"

Han Feixu shook his head, "I don't know."

"I think so, you just returned to China, and she has only been in her debut for two years, and you have no chance to meet. I just thought you two are relatives, both surnamed Han.

Han Feixu said helplessly: "There are so many people surnamed Han, and they are not all relatives."

At five o'clock, I don't know where a bunch of young men and women came from. They filed in and filled the house directly. Chi Qiu looked at the people who came in and wondered, "What is the DG group doing here?"

DG is the abbreviation of doppelganger, which means double body. There are three pairs of players in this group, and each pair looks very similar. They are very popular nowadays, and they are regarded as one of the most popular men's teams in the country.

Chi Qiu: "Every time I see them, I feel that their faces were made by a hospital."

Han Feixu: "..." is a bit like.

Being able to call the DG group over in such a short time, it seems that Jiang Lingyan's status in the entertainment industry is not generally high.

Han Feixu shook the red wine glass and sighed in his heart, what is the use of having a high status?

...

Shen Sangluo finally drove to the place. When she was parking outside, she could hear the voice inside. It could be seen how lively it was inside. She walked forward with her head and sent a message to Han Feixu while walking.

When Han Feixu received the news, he immediately passed it to Jiang Lingyan.

The waiter at the door was inexplicably driven aside by the host of the party. Shen Sangluo rang the doorbell. After two seconds, the door opened. Jiang Lingyan's hand was still on the door. She tilted her head when she saw Shen Sangluo. "long time no see."

Shen Sangluo kept the posture of pressing the phone. After a moment of silence, she stretched out her hand, pressed the doorknob, and quickly pushed in.

"boom!"

She closed the door outside.

Goodbye! !