My daughter is so annoying

"You are not his (her) friend yet, please send a friend verification request first, and the other party can only chat after the verification is passed."

When you see such a line of prompts appearing on the chat interface.

Zhao Xiaomin sat up directly from the sofa.

We had a good chat just now, why did it get blocked.

Zhao Xiaomin thought for a long time, and only thought of one reason, Fang Cheng must have blocked himself because he was afraid that his wife would find out.

thought here.

The corners of Zhao Xiaomin's mouth rose.

He murmured: "Fang Cheng, Fang Cheng, sooner or later I will eat you."

……

"Honey, bring me some water."

"coming."

Yang Yueyue filled a glass of water and handed it to Fang Cheng. After Fang Cheng took it, he poured it directly into the rhubarb drinking bowl.

"How's the chat going?"

Yang Yueyue said angrily: "I blocked her."

"Haha" Fang Cheng asked, "What are you talking about?"

"No...it's nothing. In short, you can't add her in the future."

Fang Cheng stood up, pinched Yang Yueyue's little face, and laughed, "Okay, no, definitely not."

"Other female artists cannot be added."

"Okay, listen to you, don't add it."

Yang Yueyue took a sip directly from Fang Cheng's mouth, and trotted into the living room.

……

Chapter 179 This Winter...

The time for the first rehearsal of the Spring Festival Gala has finally arrived.

After Fang Cheng explained the situation to Yang Yueyue, he drove to the airport early in the morning.

At ten o'clock, I took a car to the backstage of CCTV No. [-] studio.

At this time, the other rehearsal guests had almost arrived. There were more than 1000 people at the scene, including dancing, singing, magic tricks, and the host.

As soon as Fang Cheng came backstage.

The people from Wuyang Wuyang crowded towards Fangcheng. Apart from the many celebrities in the Spring Festival Gala, there were also many ordinary amateurs. Fangcheng can now be regarded as top class. Naturally, wherever you go, you will meet many people. fan.

"Fang Cheng, please sign for me."

"Brother Cheng, I like listening to your songs so much."

"Brother Cheng..."

Fang Cheng sighed, looked at the group of people next to him, and thought in his heart, it's time to hire an assistant or bodyguard, otherwise this happens every time, how can he still walk.

"Please pay attention to the order, our rehearsal will start soon." A staff member shouted with a loudspeaker, and the people in the backstage fell silent.

Fang Cheng found a corner and sat up, surrounded by a group of thirteen and fourteen children, dressed in lion dance clothes, they seemed to be a group of young boys performing acrobatics.

Fang Cheng had nothing to do, so he asked the boy sitting next to him: "How old are you today?"

The boy timidly said: "Fourteen."

Seeing that he was very nervous, Fang Cheng reached out and touched his head and said, "Don't be nervous, today is just a rehearsal, and besides, you still have so many partners."

"But I'm a tightrope walker. If I make a mistake, everything will be in vain."

The boy lowered his head, still flustered.

A 14-year-old boy has calluses on his hands.

Fang Cheng smiled and said, "How many years have you practiced?"

"Five years."

For 14 years, if you practice for five years, you will start learning at the age of nine, which is about the same age as Qingqing and Xiao Yuer.

Fang Cheng encouraged: "Don't be afraid, you have practiced for five years, your basic skills must be very solid, don't worry about it, you are only 14 years old, and I was still playing marbles with my classmates when I was 14 years old."

The boy raised his head and smiled.

Fang Cheng chatted with him sentence by sentence.

The young man's name is Shao Fan, he is from Jiangxi province. Apart from a grandma, his parents now have a new family. Speaking of which, it is very pitiful.

"Wuqiao Acrobatics Group, you will be here soon, get ready."

Hearing what the staff said, the person in charge of the team quickly got up and said, "Everyone check your equipment, play well, and try not to make any mistakes."

A group of teenagers said in unison: "Yes."

Soon, a group of people were taken away by the staff.

Not long after, another staff member with a work pass around his neck came over, and he said sincerely, "Brother Cheng, the next group will be you."

"it is good."

Fang Cheng followed the staff to the place where the stage took place, and from here he could just see the situation on the stage.

Shao Fan, who was still chatting with Fang Cheng just now, was walking slowly on a steel wire a few meters above the ground, with only a soft cushion underneath, and it would hurt him if he fell off.

For some reason, Fang Cheng's heart ached.

Shao Fan moved a little bit, and after seeing Shao Fan finish walking that section of the wire, City Chief Fang heaved a sigh of relief.

The whole acrobatic show is finally over.

Director Yang Dongsheng took the walkie-talkie and shouted from the audience: "Okay, the next group."

"Brother Cheng, you go on stage."