"Words! Loosen up! ”

Xu Qingyao was afraid that the child would not know the severity, so she directly tore off Director Xiong's beard and hurriedly wanted to get away from Yanyan's hand.

"Hahaha, yes, Maomao!" Xiong Yuanliang was a rough nerve and didn't feel pain at all.

He also deliberately buried his head down, and pierced Yanyan's head with his beard.

Yan Yan let out a laugh, let go of his little hand, and writhed in fear of itching.

Seeing that one big and one small got along well, Xu Qingyao was relieved and returned to the scene with confidence.

may have quirky words to regulate the mood around Director Xiong, and the subsequent shooting became extremely smooth.

Except for the fact that sometimes Director Xiong forgot to change his tone, used a child's voice to coax the child on the walkie-talkie, and made a shrill comment, nothing happened again.

Everyone finished filming all the scenes in the afternoon without danger, and ushered in today's closing moment with a smile.

After Xu Qingyao changed back into her clothes, she hurriedly went to the director's room to answer the words.

Xiong Dao: They are checking today's high-gloss lens.

A group of strong men stood around the monitors, and the only director sat in the chair with a speech.

He was like a little boss, with Erlang's legs crossed, imitating the serious expressions of the adults.

Xu Qingyao took out her mobile phone from her pocket, couldn't help but secretly take a photo of Yanyan, and then put a black sunglasses on his face and sent it to the circle of friends.

instantly received praise from a group of people, among which Qiao Xiaorui and Guo Yuting reacted the most intensely.

Guo Yuting mainly expressed her feelings of being cute.

But Qiao Xiaorui was full of doubts.

[Qiao Xiaorui: You dare to carry me behind my back and give birth to all the children!! 】

Xu Qingyao smiled helplessly and replied with a beaten soybean expression.

After so many years, Qiao Xiaorui's thinking is still so strange and special.

At the same time that Xu Qingyao's circle of friends was lively, the WeChat group on Li Muyang's mobile phone on the other side was also discussing fiercely.

As Li Muyang's good brother for many years, after Lin Yanchuan was busy with work, he habitually clicked into the group called 'Deep City Alliance'.

There are only four people in this group, from the four families of Li, Lin, Bai, and Lu.

They are both the second sons of the family, and they have grown up together since childhood, and they not only have a deep relationship, but they are also responsible for the work of family diplomacy.

So in addition to daily communication, the group also talks about some work things.

Lin Yanchuan routinely browses all the messages in the group every day, and then picks some topics that interest him to reply.

He slid down quickly, flipping through the messages sent by the other three.

Suddenly, his fingertips rested on a photograph.

The photo was sent by the smiling tiger of the Li family, and the content inside was a delicate-looking little boy.

The boy's face is round, his eyes are big and round, like two black grapes, and the bridge of his nose is also very small, and his facial features are combined, like an angel doll.

Originally, Lin Yanchuan didn't care about this kind of content at all, but he always felt that he had seen similar looks somewhere.

Lin Yanchuan hurriedly asked the driver to turn around and go to the Lin family's old house, and then he didn't have time to greet Mrs. Lin, so he rushed all the way into the study upstairs.

"Eh, this stinky boy is still so frizzy." The old lady's wrinkled but still delicate face showed a kind smile.

Sun Juan, the nanny next to the old lady, also laughed, "Young Master Sichuan has always had a lively temper, and he is as cute as when he was a child. ”

"Cute?" The old lady snorted arrogantly, "If it's cute, he should be here to talk to me now, instead of rushing upstairs and ignoring me." ”

Mrs. Lin complained, but her behavior was extremely indulgent.

She has a gentle personality and has always encouraged her children and grandchildren to grow up freely, and has never set rules at home.

"Young Master Chuan has always been sticking to you, so you may have something to do today." Sun Juan explained.

Old Madam Lin remembered something again and asked, "Today...... Juan'er, what day is it? ”

Sun Juan understood what the old lady meant, "Old lady, it's already the twentieth, and there is still a week to go until Miss's birthday." ”

"I see." Old Madam Lin nodded, a trace of pain crossed her face.

She kept holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, the beads were already smooth, and the sorrow buried in the old lady's heart was placed on it.

Sun Juan walked over intimately and pressed the old lady's shoulder.

"Old lady, the doctor said that you should relax and try not to be sad, so that it is good for your health."

Old Mrs. Lin sighed, "Eh, how can I not be sad......"

Since more than 20 years ago, when her youngest daughter Lin Zhixia ran away from home, she has never been happy.

She would wake up crying every day, and when she was too old to cry, she began to worship the Buddha and offer incense, just asking the gods to bless her little daughter, who was missing.

Nanny Sun Juan knew that the old lady was immersed in grief again, and she had no way to comfort her, so she could only work harder to help the old lady relieve her joint pain.

At this time, Lin Yanchuan ran down from the upper floor with a thick photo album in his hand.

He was so fast that he stepped on the wooden stairs with a clatter.

"Young Master Chuan, be careful, don't fall!" Sun Juan reminded.

Lin Yanchuan raised a smile and nodded in response, "Don't worry, Aunt Sun, I will be measured!" ”

Then he rushed to Mrs. Lin's side, first kissed the old lady's side face exaggeratedly, and then continued, "Grandma! I made a big discovery! Do you want to hear it?! ”

"What did you find?" Old Lady Lin looked at Lin Yanchuan suspiciously.

Lin Yanchuan handed the album to the old lady, turned to the back page, and pointed to an old photo mysteriously.

"Look at this picture first!"

Old Mrs. Lin looked in the direction of Lin Yanchuan's finger.

In the yellowed photo, a little girl with pigtails rides a children's wooden horse, looking in the direction of the camera, revealing a big smile.

The old lady's eyes moistened, it was her favorite little daughter, Lin Zhixia.