The queen transforms into a transparent person? Bring the system and take the entertainment industry

"Yes, yes, hurry up and get me some water."

Song Zhaozhao said, pushing Song Chengque towards the kitchen.

He didn't forget to turn around and make a face to Fang Feifei.

Fang Feifei smiled.

The old man nodded.

"No, I'm getting older. I'm going to have a rest first. Feifei, you young people have something to talk about."

"As an old man, I won't join in the fun."

The old man waved his hand.

The old man picked up the crutches, looking a little tired. The assistant nanny next to him followed and escorted the old man back to the room.

When Song Chengque came out, only Fang Feifei was left in the living room.

"Where's grandpa?"

"Grandpa has gone back to his room."

They both spoke at the same time.

But they all turned away.

Fang Feifei felt that her face was burning. She didn't need to look at it, it must be very red.

"Eh? What's wrong with you two?" Song Zhaozhao ran over after drinking the water.

The face is rosy and the mouth is moist.

Big black and white eyes looked at them both.

There's something obviously weird.

Her little hands pulled Fang Feifei's clothes.

Looking at someone without blinking.

Fang Feifei smiled, and the embarrassment faded away.

He didn't even look back at Song Chengque behind him.

It took some effort to hold Song Zhaozhao in his arms.

Song Zhaozhao blushed and covered his eyes with his hands, feeling shy.

He has been placed with the old man since he was a child, and the little one has lived and grown up in this villa.

Although the old man also loved him very much.

But after all, he was old, and few women held Song Zhaozhao like this.

Unexpectedly, Song Zhaozhao got a big blush.

"You have to call me aunt."

Fang Feifei said seriously, her face was very serious, although she was smiling, she was almost serious.

Song Zhaozhao revealed half of his face, his big eyes flickering.

Didn't agree either.

Just giggling and laughing.

Song Chengque couldn't stand it anymore.

He reached out and pinched Song Zhaozhao's armpit. He took the child down.

He touched his nose uncomfortably.

"This guy looks small, but he's very solid. If you wait a little longer, your legs will go numb."

Half-truths and explanations.

Fang Feifei nodded, as if she heard it, but also as if she didn't hear it.

"Little aunt, let me show you my secret base."

Song Zhaozhao looked at Fang Feifei almost piously.

Song Chengque did not interrupt Song Zhaozhao's request.

Fang Feifei subconsciously couldn't refuse Song Zhaozhao's request.

Little hands holding big hands.

There was a child between the two adults.

The three of them walked to the back of the villa and came to the garden.

The old man standing on the balcony on the second floor sighed softly.

"Old sir, the wind is a bit strong on this balcony, be careful of catching a cold."

The assistant stood aside and warned carefully.

"Tell me, it would be great if that girl was still here."

The assistant didn't answer.

The old man didn't expect the assistant next to him to talk to him.

"When I'm around, I always find her noisy, but when she's not around, my heart feels empty."

The old man became more and more sad as he spoke.

The wrinkles on his face seemed to be squeezed together because of this.

Then the soft sigh was drowned in the children's laughter.

"Look, this is the swing my uncle made for me!"

Song Zhaozhao just hated Song Chengque a little.

But in front of outsiders, he was very proud of having such a little uncle.

Once upon a time, there was only one child in this villa.

I sent it because I was afraid that the old man would be lonely.

But Song Chengque was worried about his children living alone at home with the elderly.

Even if the old man follows the child's wishes, the child will always be lively.

The old man's energy is simply not up to it.

After going back and forth, the little guy also became silent.

This is not an option either.

At that time, Song Chengque came back almost once a week.

Always tease Song Zhaozhao.

But every time I can't stop it, I always make the child cry, and I won't stop until I get anxious.

Song Zhaozhao held grudges.

Until now, I still don’t like my brother-in-law very much.

But he also relies heavily on Song Chengque.

Song Zhaozhao stood next to the swing, with pride written on his face.

Fang Feifei looked at the person next to her.

The look in your eyes seemed to say, "It's very good. I didn't realize that you still have this skill."

Song Chengque felt like a peacock forced to open its tail.

His grandfather kept promoting himself, and even his nephew rushed to curry favor with Fang Feifei.

My heart is sour and astringent.

He didn't dare to look into Fang Feifei's eyes.

"Little aunt, come sit down and I'll push you."

Song Zhaozhao half pushed and half pulled Fang Feifei onto the swing.

No matter how hard I tried to suck the baby, the swing didn't even move.

His little face wrinkled up immediately.

Not happy anymore.

He stared at the swing, as if the swing was sorry for him.

"Let me do it."

Song Chengque volunteered.

"I just don't want to disappoint my kids."

Seeing that Fang Feifei was about to get off the swing, Song Chengque pressed her shoulders.

He said close to her ear.

After saying that, Fang Feifei's ears turned red.

"Just tell me, why are you so close?"

Fang Feifei was fierce and had a bad tone.

Song Chengque smiled and didn't care about anything with her.

When the swing flew up, Fang Feifei felt as if she was in the clouds.

It's so light that the soul seems to be flying along with it.

When we flew to the highest point, we looked at the layout of the villa.

Fang Feifei was suddenly startled.

Then the swing came down, and Fang Feifei opened her eyes wide.

At the highest point of the second time, I saw the layout of the entire villa.

And the sides of the villa walls.

“I wanted to paint the wall this color, with a shiny silver in it.”

That was Fang Feifei in her previous life.

He proudly put his pockets in his pocket and pointed at the wall.

Another girl next to her curled her lips, "What kind of nouveau riche aesthetic do you have?"

"If you know that your aesthetics are so bad, how can you endorse other people's luxury goods in the future?"

The girl kicked the paint bucket in front of Fang Feifei unhappily.

"You won't let me do it?"

Fang Feifei curled her lips, tears unable to fall from her eyes.

Very pitiful.

The girl quickly coaxed her.

"What are you doing? I didn't say no."

It's just that the tone is not very kind.

"Is that okay?"

Fang Feifei blinked, "Do you really agree?"

He looked at the girl and nodded.

Fang Feifei jumped up happily.

"Okay~"

"I am a painter with strong painting skills..."

The one inside hummed a children's song and started working.

The other girl had a look of disgust on her face, but she still helped.

The two people completed the painting noisily under the sun.

"What's wrong, little aunt?"

The swing stopped moving, and Fang Feifei didn't get down either.

He stared at the wall blankly, with tears all over his face.

Song Chengque frowned and walked forward quickly.

"Fang Feifei?"

The tone is not very good.

But it was enough to pull Fang Feifei back from the memories of the past.