Rebirth Group Favorite: The Movie Emperor's Wife Is Poor and Fierce

At the same time, on the return journey.

Qi Si listened to the words of the three people on the opposite side in the earphone, and the expression on his face was always calm and indifferent.

Sheng Wenyin was still nagging: "I just thought they deserved a beating, and a beating would be enough. You have to drag me away."

Between the two of them, sat a big leopard stretched all over the place.

The big leopard's head was resting on mother's lap, buttocks were pouted towards father, it was wide and took up space.

However, it was precisely because of its barrier that Sheng Wenyin could not hear the voice in Qi Si's earphones as if there was a gap between the young couple.

Yes, the listener, the monitor, will cause the detector to beep, but the telephone communication will not.

As long as he hacked into Annas' cell phone and turned on the communication, he would naturally be able to hear the conversation between the three people in the apartment.

Only when there was nothing meaningful there, Qi Si hung up, and said to Sheng Wenyin: "The higher-ups have been investigating the death of Team Jian. Even if they don't say anything, the truth will come to light sooner or later."

Sheng Wenyin sighed: "I hope to find out quickly."

Qi Si took her hand, kneading the girl's fingertips comfortingly.

I'm sorry, but for the time being, he made the same decision as those two people. If Team Jane's death is really related to Wenyin, she is really not suitable to know more at the moment.

Near the end of the month, Sheng Wenyin returned to the web drama crew and led the team to shoot the follow-up location.

After more than a month and two months of filming, the web drama was finally completed, and the subsequent editing was mostly handed over to the editor, but as the director, Sheng Wenyin couldn't let go, so he had to go to the company every day.

When Sheng Wenyin was earning money to support his family, Qi Si was in charge of being beautiful and beautiful, playing with the children at home every day... taking care of the children.

Seeing how virtuous he is, Mingming doesn't know what to say: "Are you still the flower of Gaoling from before, praying for the movie king?"

In the huge living room, a thick crawling mat was spread on the floor. Sheng Xingyan just finished drinking milk, and sat on the crawling mat in a daze, watching Sheng Siyi take a nap.

Sheng Siyi was obviously taking a nap. He was also sitting on the crawling mat, flicking his long tail.

It flung it to the left, and Sheng Xingyan stretched out his hand to grab it to the left. When he was about to catch it, he flung it to the right again. Sheng Xingyan could only grab the right again, and then Sheng Siyi flung it back to the left.

Obviously, as a cat teaser, Sheng Siyi is professional.

In the middle of talking about business, Minglang caught a glimpse of the situation over there and chuckled, "You son, how stupid you are."

Qi Si looked at the script in his hand, took a moment to glance at it, and took a sip of water: "Smarter than you."

Mingming didn't believe it: "How clever?"

Qi Si said: "Yanyan."

The baby on the play mat turned his head to look at Dad on the couch.

Qi Si asked, "What is one plus one?"

Minglang chuckled: "It's only been a few months, how could I know!"

The little baby blinked his dark eyes, and looked down at his crawling mat full of numbers and pinyin letters. He used all four legs, crawled and crawled, crawled and crawled, and finally crawled in front of a number. The little finger pointed to the "2" on it: "Yeah!"

"Fuck!" Minglang was startled: "I really know!"

Qi Si smiled: "Wen Yin teaches him every day."

Ming Lang smiled and asked, "Teach him addition, subtraction, multiplication and division?"

Qi Si shook his head: "Teach him which formula can be used to convert the thrust data of the energy stored in the instrument cabin when the parameter analysis of the satellite missile is normal."

clear:"………………"

Bright people are stupid.

Qi Si said: "After listening to his mother's more than 60 pages of paper data, he finally learned that one plus one equals two."

Minglang didn't know what to say anymore: "What kind of missile, can such a young child learn it?"

Qi Si pursed her lips, and said silently: "She said that superman should be cultivated from an early age."

Minglang sighed, and said: "However, it is not bad to learn that one plus one equals two. My family's... I have only seen it once so far."

Speaking of this, Minglang was very melancholy: "My child has already registered for household registration, and he went to Gan's house. It seems that he has nothing to do with me. Ganmei's parents never asked who the child's father is!"

Qi Si knew about this, and Sheng Wenyin told him when he came back that day.

It is said that the Gan family knew that their daughter might have committed a crime and raped someone else, so they did not dare to speak up after the child's household registration was completed, let alone inquire about the identity of the victim.

Minglang was worried: "Can you ask your brother Yinzi to say something nice for me?"

Qi Si continued to flip through the script without raising his head: "She listened to what I said."

clear:"……"

"Ah!" At this time, Sheng Xingyan crawled back to Sheng Siyi's side again, because he couldn't catch the leopard's tail, so he finally gave up. The whole child stuck his head on the big leopard's back, trying to climb to its tail. back.

The big leopard glanced at him lazily, lay down there in a regular manner, and let the child climb for a long time, but couldn't climb up at all.

Minglang's heart softened when he saw it, and he couldn't help getting up and going over: "Xiao Yanyan is so cute, let me give you a hug..."

"Ooooooooooooooo!"

Sheng Siyi is a competent nanny. When he saw a stranger approaching, he immediately stood up, his fur all over his body puffed up, and he was so fierce that he would pounce on him at any time and bite off Minglang's neck!

clear:"……"

Mingming took two steps back cautiously, and said tremblingly: "This leopard is so fierce, you are really not afraid that it will bite the child?"

Qi Si glanced at it and said, "He can vacuum, sweep the floor, take out the trash, open and close the door, pick up slippers, wash clothes, put the child to sleep, and won't bite the child."

clear:"……"

Minglang stopped talking about these things, and started talking about serious business: "How about this script, whether you accept it or not, I think it's good, and the role is quite challenging."

Qi Si looked at the entry time on the last page: "The filming will start in one month."

Mingming said, "Aren't you free in a month?"

Qi Si glanced at the little baby on the crawling mat, and said, "Probably not."

"why?"

The man pursed his lips: "He's about to talk."

Minglang was taken aback: "Speak as you speak, after eight months, it's almost time for a child to learn to speak."

Qi Si said: "I'm not here, it's the first time he speaks, he may be calling mother."

clear:"……"

Minglang hesitated: "So, you are guarding him 24 hours now just to fight for him. The first time he spoke, was he calling Dad first?"

Qi Si: "Yes."

Mingming was speechless: "You damn desire to win!"

Qi Si said: "When I go home at night, Wenyin will drive me out of the room, leaving her alone with the child. In order to win over the child, I will call mother first."

clear:"……"

Minglang was startled: "You two, are you so introverted!"

On Saturday morning, the huge sun shone through the window.

Sheng Wenyin stretched her waist, her small face was arched in Qisi's arms for a long time, then she lifted the quilt, walked around the big bed like a corpse, and walked to the crib on the other side, seeing that her son was still sleeping well, After touching her butt, she didn't pee or pull, so she yawned, went to wash up first, and then went downstairs to make milk powder.

Just halfway through the rush, Qi Si also came down.

Sheng Wenyin handed him the bottle and said, "Take it and feed it."

Qi Si took the bottle and went upstairs, 2 minutes later, he came down again and said, "The child is gone."

Sheng Wenyin: "..."

Sheng Wenyin rushed up like a rocket, and saw that the crib was empty, except for a note left there, which read: [Sheng Xingyan spends weekends with uncle!Slightly slightly! 】

"Crap!" Sheng Wenyin cursed in anger!

Two hours later, Ming returned to the apartment from the airport. He returned to Country M last month and only came back today.

As soon as the door was opened, I heard a magic voice piercing my ears: "Wow!!!!"

deep:"……"

Ming stopped at the door, silently looking at the young man on the sofa in the living room, hugging the child, frantically fumbling: "What are you doing?"

"God, you're back!" Little Trash yelled quickly, "I think Bao hasn't troubled us for the past two months, so I took the courage to steal Sheng Xingyan for the weekend, but he kept crying, what should I do? ah!"

Ming put down the luggage bag, stepped forward, picked up the child, and put the bottle into his mouth.

The little baby didn't like it, so he stretched out his hand and pushed hard, but he was still crying non-stop.

"Should be able to recognize people." Ming said: "It's not easy to deceive."

At this moment, the WeChat on the coffee table rang, and the little garbage glanced: "It's still a treasure."

Bald, he pressed the voice, and Sheng Wenyin's violent voice came over there: "Jian Wenke, you have a brain! Where did you tie my son up! Damn, I will kill you!"

Sheng Xingyan, who was crying endlessly, suddenly stopped crying.

Ming was taken aback.

Little Trash was also stunned, and said in surprise: "Damn it, did he recognize his mother's voice?"

With bright red eyes, the little baby looked at the mobile phone in his uncle's hand in confusion, and stretched out his chubby little hand: "Mom..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The little trash almost went crazy: "He's talking! Did he talk! This is the first time he's talking! No, Yanyan called her mother!"

Little Trash hurried up, pressed the voice button, and said, "Bao! Yanyan can talk! I taught him! He can call mom! If you don't believe me, listen! Come here, Yanyan, be good, call again! Call mother! Call your mother!"

"Mom..." The little baby opened his mouth obediently, staring closely at his uncle's face, slurring his words, "...it's."

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