[It's so disrespectful, part of the reason for coming to this village is to promote the village, what are they doing? 】

[Beauty is beauty, but you don't feel sincerity, it's all perfunctory]

[As a star, shouldn't you show the most beautiful side to everyone? 】

[This money is too easy to make! What else can you want? 】

[Our brother can wear it as much as he wants, and what rhythm does he wear? 】

[The program team didn't say anything, do you want your keyboard warriors to spray here? ] 】

[Reality is only promised, online heavy punches, rolling away with rhythm]

[Is it only me who thinks that the two groups of Dudu and Maomao are very similar to a family of four? Hahahaha】

[You're not the only one, knock me to death, I've already taken screenshots to make videos! ] 】

Gu Feishi came out of the house with a careful look, and the two of them were dressed up. The small pigtails are intertwined, hanging to the side, the head is covered with intricate silver ornaments, a purple dress, embroidered with flowers and plants of different colors, and the water-green belt is tied around the waist, and the perfect figure is immediately visible.

One big and one small, parent-child outfit is undoubted.

[This is the correct opening rhythm, the previous sets of clothes are really bland]

[The set of clothes prepared by the program team is so beautiful, I want to see the first few families to change in! ] 】

[It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful]

[The screen has been licked and broken by me]

[I declare that this dress looks the best!] 】

[Goddess, what a goddess! The clothes of ethnic minorities can be worn so well! 】

[My God, how many pounds of silver jewelry on this head must be there, right? 】

[Do any of you remember that they went to the event?] 】

[It's good-looking, I'm tired, I'll say it again, the goddess is the most beautiful! ] 】

[This is too dedicated, wearing this dress to participate in the event! ] 】

[Our goddess is famous for her dedication in the circle, okay? ] It's not something that someone who doesn't even have acting skills can compare]

[One thing to say, pure passers-by commented, this dress is good-looking, but I still like Qi Huaiyu's face! ] 】

[What does she have to look good about besides her face? Not dedicated, playing big names, all kinds of black material flying all over the sky, you can also like this kind of person? 】

[Isn't it enough to have a face? What else is needed? 】

[In this era of looking at faces, I only look at faces! ] 】

[Not only look at the face, her figure is also very good, convex and backward / color]

[Have you forgotten Qi Huaiyu's black material back then? ] Need we dig a little more? 】

[Take away our goddess, some people don't touch porcelain, okay? ] 】

[It's just a vase, how can we have a goddess? Amway, our goddess is dedicated, has good acting skills, and has better popularity]

Chu Yuheng, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, was also watching the live broadcast room.

Early in the morning, his mobile phone received a live broadcast reminder, and he couldn't take his eyes off Qi Huaiyu after getting up to wash, wipe his face, put on makeup, make himself a cup of tea, and sit on the chair by the window in a daze, the picture is beautiful.

Rubbing the phone like an idiot, as if he could touch her face like this, and then saw Rui Rui obediently get up by herself and walk out of the room to find her mother.

Qi Huaiyu gave the child a cup of hot milk, skillfully took her to change clothes, braided cute little hair, and the soft-spoken interaction between the two made him feel satisfied, and he couldn't wait to run back now and listen to Rui Rui call Dad.

I just saw a big and a small one put on national costumes, like a fairy, my heart was about to melt, and I saw all kinds of comments on the barrage about the beauty of his wife and girl, and he was honored.

Looking at the increasingly unbearable words on the barrage, he frowned, and then a message came from Xu Yifan's mobile phone.

[Chu Yuheng: Take care of your artists! ] 】

Xu Yifan looked at his phone blankly, which artist under his hand provoked this great god? After so many years, no artist dares to mess with him, right?