My daughter is so annoying

Fang Cheng imitated Guo Hai's accent and said, "Please introduce yourself first."

Li Xueer said: "Mr. Fang, my name is Li Xueer. I am 19 years old. I like singing and dancing. I am good at dancing. I am good at jazz, ballet, Latin and choreography."

Fang Cheng looked up from his upper body, coughed twice, cleared his throat and said, "Then show off your singing skills."

Li Xueer began to sing: "My skate shoes are the most fashionable..."

puff!

A mouthful of water was spit out by Fang Cheng.

Could this girl be joking?Sing my song to my face?

"Teacher Fang, what do you think of my singing?"

"It's...not bad."

"Then shall I show off my dance again?"

"You do it."

Li Xueer did a Qi dance. I have to say that her dancing skills are quite solid, and Fang Cheng also found it pleasing to the eye.

"Mr. Fang, what do you think of my dancing?"

"Not bad, do you have any other talents?"

Li Xueer raised her head and thought for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "I also like rap."

"Then do you know how to freestyle?"

"What is freestyle?"

Can I just say I like rap these days?

Fang Cheng was a little helpless.

"Then do you have any good rap works?"

Li Xueer still shook her head.

Fang Cheng thought for a while and said, "Wait for me for 2 minutes, I'll send you a lyrics, try rapping."

"Okay~" Li Xueer showed a sweet smile.

After Fang Cheng edited a section of lyrics, he sent it to Li Xueer.

"let's start."

Li Xueer glanced at the lyrics, nodded, and began to sing: "Light yellow dress, fluffy hair..."

Not a single word is in tune, but the point is, the song is not in tune.

Fang Cheng smiled and said, "Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, check your mailbox, you will receive an email by then."

"That means, did I pass?"

"Yes, congratulations."

Li Xueer bowed deeply at the screen and said, "Thank you, Teacher Fang."

Loose t-shirt, such a bow, is it okay?

White flowers, fleshy.

Fang Cheng covered his nose, and hurriedly said: "Then let's do this first, goodbye."

"Okay, Mr. Fang, goodbye."

Turn off the video, wipe off the nosebleed, Fang Cheng hugged Qingqing and did ten squats before putting down the fire.

Call Guo Hai.

"Hey, Fatty, I've met that girl named Li Xue'er, send her an acceptance email tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll let Xiaomeng arrange it."

"You don't need to let other people see it?"

"No, I trust your vision."

Fang Cheng immediately said, "I have a knitting eye."

"How to say?"

"She, her singing skills are average, and her dancing skills are okay. I just think she looks pretty."

"That's enough."

"Uncle Sun." Fang Cheng hung up the phone directly, and Guo Hai laughed like a pig on the other end of the phone.

at this time.

"A new task is acceptable, do you want to check it now?"

"Finally here comes the mission, tell me, what is it this time?"

A cold female voice from the system sounded in my mind: "Mission: Hold a birthday party for the baby. Requirement: At least ten people will participate. Reward: 5 rb and a chance to draw a lottery in the system talent pool."

"A birthday party?"

Fang Cheng glanced at the date, and then realized that next Sunday would be Qingqing's first birthday.

Fang Cheng suddenly became excited, the first thing he thought of was Yang Yueyue, took out his phone and sent Yang Yueyue a WeChat message: "Next Sunday, do you have time?"

Yang Yueyue actually replied in seconds: "There is a reality show to be recorded, but I can't leave, what's wrong?"

"Qingqing is one year old, I plan to have a lively birthday party."

Yang Yueyue, who was originally happy, suddenly lost her smile.

It is impossible to push away the announcement of such a big program. Yang Yueyue feels distressed when she thinks that Qingqing will not be able to go home to accompany her until her first birthday.

Fang Cheng said, "It's okay, I'll record a video and send it to you."

Yang Yueyue replied with a good word.

Five minutes later, I sent another three words sorry.