My daughter is so annoying

In a villa on the outskirts of Shanghai, Yang Yueyue watched the barrage on the screen. For some reason, tears suddenly fell down, which startled her manager Wang Yan. At that time, Wang Yan was also silent.

Fang Cheng said with a smile: "The child's mother often travels outside due to work. I like children, so the task of taking care of the baby is entrusted to me. Haha, her mother and I have switched identities."

[Sounding! 】

[So that's it, the baby daddy figure has been set up. 】

[The baby looks so cute, the way he sucks on the pacifier is absolutely amazing. 】

[Drool is coming out, hurry up and wipe it off. 】

【…】

The audience in the live broadcast room was so cute, Fang Cheng wiped the drool off Qingqing's mouth, and said with a smile, "Come on, Qingqing, say hello to the uncles and aunts in the live broadcast room."

"Guji Guji."

Qingqing was still sucking on her pacifier, and this scene was captured by the live broadcast system and became the front page cover of the live broadcast room.

The cover of this live broadcast immediately stands out among a group of game covers, which is very eye-catching.

[Heart melted, heart melted, who the hell can handle this? 】

[Old man's girlish heart! 】

[Pink and tender, like a kiss.Sorry, I am not a change, I am a female audience. 】

[I wanted to have a son before, but now my mind has changed, and I want to have a daughter too. 】

[I was attracted by the cover, this is too cute. 】

【…】

The baby fell asleep when he was full, and the task was the task, but the girl was still the most important thing, Fang Cheng began to hug Qingqing to sleep.

She sang that lullaby, a lullaby that has never appeared in this world!

"The moon is bright, the wind is still, the leaves cover the window lattice, the crickets are clanking, just like the sound of the strings. The sound of the piano is soft, the tune is beautiful, and the cradle is gently swinging. Daddy's baby closed his eyes and fell asleep. That sleeps in a dream..."

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The barrage blocked the entire screen for a while, and the screen was full of 666, but Fang Cheng's attention was on Qingqing, and he didn't look at the barrage.

After Yang Yueyue saw the warm scene, Yang Yueyue's tears fell like a bank. She covered her mouth and looked at Fang Cheng who was coaxing Qingqing to sleep, her eyes were full of admiration.

Put Qingqing on the crib and lie down.

Only then did Fang Cheng go back downstairs and continue the live broadcast.

At this time, the number of people in the live broadcast room has reached an astonishing 200 million, and the number of followers is more than 60.

Fang Cheng was dumbfounded.

What did I do?Why are there so many people in the live broadcast room all of a sudden?

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Chapter 15 Strange Music Taste

[Strongly request the anchor to sing again. 】

[It's so nice, it's so nice, the anchor is really talented. 】

[Did the host write this song himself? 】

[With 200 million fans in the live broadcast room, please host c to debut! 】

[Has been brainwashed. 】

【…】

Only then did Fang Cheng realize that the live broadcast room suddenly became so lively. It turned out that it was because of the lullaby that he sang just now. Fang Cheng smiled and said, "I did compose the song myself, but it's not as exaggerated as you said. It's just sung for For babies to sleep."

【Can I have another song? 】

[One more song! 】

[Strongly request another song. 】

【…】

Once the rhythm was brought up, it was completely impossible to end the scene. Seeing another song full of screens, Fang Cheng also felt very helpless, and finally he could only say: "Okay, let's do another song."

The scrolling barrage began to slow down, but the number of people in the live broadcast room was increasing.

Fang Cheng thought about it for a long time, and decided to sing "In the Name of the Father" by Mr. Zhou. After clearing his throat, Fang Cheng began to sing: "The slightly cool morning dew, the black dress is wet, the stone road is foggy, my father is in the low V. Helpless awareness, can only be more cruel, everything is for the road leading to the sanctuary, the fog that cannot be blown away, concealing the intention, whoever paces softly, stops, and has no time to cry."

Halfway through singing, Fang Cheng stopped.

Because the barrage all changed to [Next song, next song, I don’t understand the lyrics of this song. 】

Fang Cheng sighed deeply.

There is indeed something wrong with the music circle in this world.

Some songs that Fang Cheng thinks are ugly can become popular, but songs that Fang Cheng thinks are good are not.

Fang Cheng suddenly realized at this time, if this is the case, wouldn't it be fine if I didn't sing those popular songs in my previous life?

"Okay, I'll sing one more song."

"The name of the song is 'My Skate Shoes.'"

[This name sounds more serious. 】

[Let's sing. 】

[The screen recording is ready. 】

[This time we must work hard. 】

Fang Cheng braced himself and began to sing: "I have forgotten some things, but I still remember that one night, my mother asked me why I was not happy today, and I said that in my imagination, there was a pair of Skate shoes, unique and fashionable, dancing must be great..."