The little stepmother is poor and crazy, the Buddhist disciples in Beijing kneel down and pamper Fan

The director had a terrible headache and fanned himself with the script in his hand.

"I guarantee that these data are obtained through spontaneous voting by netizens. You can also see it online now, but the voting channel is closed. There is no cheating, no cheating, we are not cheating!"

The director was very angry when the guests questioned the honor given out for the first time.

"If it doesn't, there won't be. Don't be angry."

Fang Qingqing put down her hands with an innocent look on her face.

"Director, look, everyone is basking in the sun. There are so many staff members and children. Let's divide the rooms into separate rooms quickly. Don't give everyone a heatstroke."

Su Jialuo was furious that Fang Qingqing had stolen most of the limelight. She gritted her teeth and started the cue process with the magnanimity of an international movie queen.

At the very least, Fang Qingqing cannot be allowed to create heat for herself here, and she can only feel the heat of the sun here.

"Yes, yes, first and second place are not that important. This is not a beauty pageant. As long as the netizens are happy, don't waste time and let the children bask in the sun."

Hearing Su Jialuo speak, Meng Fuying quickly sang along with her.

Take it one at a time, don't let the children suffer from heatstroke, don't let the staff suffer, it seems that Fang Qingqing, who just asked a question, is the conspicuous bag that does not know the importance.

The people present didn't think anything was wrong, but the netizens in the live broadcast room, led by Su Jialuo's fans, started to say some unpleasant things.

The director himself was too excited here, so he sped up the process of the program, assigned rooms to everyone according to ranking, and asked them to go inside with their luggage and rest before announcing the next part.

Fang Qingqing and Xiao Yunsheng were naturally assigned to the most spacious house with the best view of the sea.

Others were also assigned their own rooms and quickly pushed their suitcases into the Shell Villa.

In order to walk faster, Fang Qingqing picked up Xiao Yunsheng and followed behind her with two self-tracking suitcases.

The blue sea and blue sky, hot mom and cute baby, and two mobile suitcases took everyone to relive the famous scene from the previous episode.

[I really cried to death, this scene reminded me of so many memories...]

[I thought too... Forget it, let me stop thinking about it. I was always scolding Fang Qingqing before. 】

[Why don’t you scold me now? Is it because you can’t scold me? 】

[Don't say anything. What are you trying to do with Su Jialuo's fan status? I love her now. If I don't scold her, I will make you mad. 】

[If you follow the true master, you won’t have any good things. 】

[Hello, hello, those things that admire foreign things. 】

There were a lot of curses in the live broadcast room, and comfortable sighs kept coming from the villa.

"Ah, it's so comfortable. My God, I'm going to die from the sun."

As soon as Qin Shu entered the room, she lay down in front of the air conditioner, enjoying the cold wind. Gao Yun carried her back:

"Don't do it. You'll catch a cold easily like this. You'll feel better if you bear with it for a while."

The other children also moved closer to the air conditioner. Xiao Yunsheng was held by Fang Qingqing, who stretched out his little hands to wipe her sweat.

"Mom, thank you for your hard work."

The little guy looked at his sweating mother distressedly and almost cried.

Fang Qingqing threw him on the bed.

"Okay, let's go!"

Xiao Yunsheng's soft heartache that had just risen disappeared as his little body fell into the sofa.

After a group of people took a short rest in the spacious living room, they went back to their rooms to pack their belongings.

Outside the villa, a black Kawasaki Ninja 400 parked outside. The short-haired woman handsomely took off her helmet, put on her work badge, and walked straight into the villa.

Fang Qingqing's room was on the third floor. As soon as she entered the room, Xiao Yunsheng threw herself on the sofa in the suite and drank juice.

"Mom, I just want to be an idle young master today. Is it okay if I don't do anything?"

Fang Qingqing glanced at him, he's so handsome, he's so handsome when he raises his legs and holds up his little hands.

"Of course you can, my love."

Fang Qingqing took out the clothes from the suitcase again and again, and replied with a clipping sound.

"Then mom, can you take care of me like this forever? Can I always do nothing?"

Xiao Yunsheng began to push further.

"That depends on my mood."

Fang Qingqing's motherly love flashed in and out, quickly breaking the illusion of fans in the live broadcast room with their hands on their faces and stars in their eyes.

Xiao Yunsheng has long been accustomed to having a mother like this, and he has his own strategies to deal with it.

"Then I will make good money from now on and make you feel good every day, okay mom?"

Xiao Yunsheng's high-EQ speech triggered a new round of child-robbing war among netizens in the live broadcast room.

[My son, why are you so filial? 】

[Child, that’s what I say, but this is not your mother, this is not your mother, this is not your mother! 】

[Damn Fang Qingqing, you stole such a sensible son from me, I won’t be able to have him again...]

[What kind of family is this young master? He is young, and his IQ, EQ, and appearance are all online. I am starting to feel better about his parents, and I want to learn from him. Parenting Sutra. 】

Fang Qingqing gave him a sweet smile: "Okay!"

Xiao Yunsheng saw her stepmother smiling and started laughing too.

"Dong dong dong."

At this time, there was a knock on the door.