When doing this, Qu Ning doesn't go out of her way to look at the camera, and every action is very natural.

[She's so pretending.] 】

[Deliberately posing in front of the camera for us to see, it's not interesting.] 】

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

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

But Qu Ning is now concentrating on reading a fashion weekly, and the quiet picture of those years is really unbearable.

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

Zhao Chuan was slightly stunned.

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

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

Qu Ning went to the children's room to look for someone, but she didn't find it, and then continued to look for each room.

[Whether it's looking for her son, or trying to show us how luxurious her family is, I don't want to poke her out. 】

[This sister, I know that your family is very big, so you don't need to look at it again. 】

[I packed the ticket, 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, and I put on all kinds of shows just after the broadcast. ] 】

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

But the number of viewers is on the rise.

From only a few tens of thousands of online viewers at the beginning of the broadcast, it has slowly risen to more than 100,000, and there is a trend of rising to 200,000.

Although the barrage is all spit and provocative.

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

Zhao Chuan glanced at Qu Ning in the camera, and silently said to himself: "This one has a bit of magic on his body." ”

Meanwhile.

The atmosphere over there was particularly warm.

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

After that, the camera followed 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 child's bed, he leaned over and lifted a little quilt corner, and gently and patiently coaxed Meng Xiaochen to get up.

"Xiaochen, get up."

"Dad made your favorite borscht today, and if you don't get up, I'm going to eat it all."

The bear was stretched out a hand: "Daddy hug~"

When Su Xianlin heard Meng Xiaochen's shouting of his father, his mood was happy and satisfied.

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

Su Xianlin quickly hugged Meng Xiaochen.

He first dressed Meng Xiaochen, and then took Meng Xiaochen to the bathroom to wash, and after washing, Su Xianlin also deliberately used hairspray to make a handsome hairstyle for Meng Xiaochen.

After making a hairstyle, Su Xianlin asked with a sense of accomplishment on his face: "Xiaochen, do you like this hairstyle?" ”

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

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

Often at this time, most fathers' practices are: no matter what, the hairstyle has been made anyway, it doesn't matter this time, just don't do it next time.

But when Su Xianlin heard Meng Xiaochen say this, he hesitated for two seconds, and then turned on the faucet: "Mom said no, then let's listen to Mom." It's also the father's negligence, the child's scalp is fragile, and it is true that he should be less exposed to hairspray. ”

Su Xianlin didn't feel troublesome, but also self-reflected.

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

Fu Bingyang, who was carefully dressed, came downstairs and saw that breakfast had been set on the dining table, and her son had already washed up and sat at the dining table waiting for her, and she was in a good mood.

"Xiaochen."

Fu Bingyang walked over.

When Meng Xiaochen heard his mother's voice, he immediately raised his head: "Mom, you're down." ”

When Meng Xiaochen noticed that his mother looked different today, he generously praised: "Mom is super beautiful today." ”

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

Su Xianlin took a plate of jam out of the kitchen, and just happened to see the scene of Fu Bingyang kissing his son, he immediately put down the jam and walked over, and asked as if no one was around: "Wife, what about me?" ”

Fu Bingyang stood on tiptoe and sent a fragrant kiss on Su Xianlin's lips: "Get up early in the morning to do it, my husband has worked hard." ”

Meng Xiaochen raised his hand to cover his eyes and didn't forget to say, "Oh, Mom and Dad kissed again." ”

[Poof, Xiaochen is so cute, I must often watch my parents show affection. 】

[Envy, Fu Bingyang is so happy. 】

[Look at Fu Bingyang's husband, and then look at my husband, who is also a husband, why is the difference so big? ] 】

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

[Before I die, talk about a Fu Bingyang's husband like this. 】

[Don't say before you die, you can burn such a husband for me after death. 】

Nearly one million online viewers in the live broadcast room.

Su Xianlin's actions this morning have brought him a lot of goodwill.

And every frame he gets along with Fu Bingyang is a sweet and warm picture that even photographers feel.

-

Qu Ning's side has searched every room on every floor, but Fu Suiyan has not been found.

Photographers are starting to worry if something is wrong.

But when he saw Qu Ning's unhurried and calm face, he swallowed back the worried words.

Until the last room was searched, she didn't see Fu Suiyan's figure, Qu Ning turned around, and her face was no longer as calm and relaxed as just now.

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

I saw that Qu Ning slowly rolled up her sleeves, crossed her waist, and then cleared her throat and said loudly in a voice that could be heard on the whole floor:

"Fu Suiyan, Lao Tzu counts 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, and only the sound of Qu Ling counting-

"One"

…

"Two"

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

[Damn, I thought my mother was here, that sentence Lao Tzu counted to three was my nightmare when I was a child, who understands? 】

[I suspect that Qu Ning is secretly watching the barrage, everyone said that she pretended, and now she has changed her strategy and started to be down-to-earth? 】

[She doesn't really think this will work, does she?] 】

[I just watched her perform quietly.] 】

Just when Qu Ling was about to count to three.

Not far away, at the end of the corridor, a sneaky little figure appeared.