Entertainment: God-level nanny

Changshui City, Triumph International Hotel.

888 Presidential Suite.

They played until about 1 o'clock in the morning last night, and then He Miao washed and rested under the leadership of Song Qingzhu.

So it was already 8 o'clock in the morning, and the little girl was still in bed and hadn't woken up.

Song Qingzhu, on the other hand, got up early. Although she was naked, her natural beauty could not conceal her beauty.

Ding dong, ding dong!

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Song Qingzhu walked quickly to the door, took a look through the peephole, and then opened the door.

"Green Bamboo."

Su Yiming appeared outside the door early with two bags in hand, "Have you eaten?"

"Yi Ming, you're here."

Seeing Su Yiming, a smile appeared on Song Qingzhu's pretty face, "I haven't eaten yet. Isn't it just a while ago? Come in quickly."

"Don't you usually get up very early?"

Su Yiming smiled and said, "Where are the seedlings?"

"The little guy went to bed too late last night and is still asleep now."

Song Qingzhu pointed in the direction of the bedroom and said, "How about I wake her up?"

"No, just let her sleep more."

Su Yiming shook his head and said while putting breakfast on the dining table: "Thank you for your hard work yesterday. You even made a special trip to the site to pick up the seedlings."

"What's the matter? It's just a matter of convenience."

Song Qingzhu shook his head and said: "By the way, what happened at the F1 Music Festival yesterday? I just saw this matter being talked about all over the Internet, which shocked me."

After a night of fermentation, the 'F1 Longxia Station Music Festival Incident' has rushed to the hot search list.

Although it failed to shake the "Alphabet Chinese Network and Shen Daqian data fraud incident", it made Longxia's netizens see more relevant information with its absolute high popularity.

So far, the F1 Longxia Music Festival and Jiuyou Group have not made an announcement, which makes more people inclined to Su Yiming's words.

As a result, there were many voices on the Internet criticizing 'Martin Garrix' and the 'Jiuyou Group'.

There were even some powerful netizens who revealed some of the things Martin said that insulted Longxia and the people of Longxia when he was attending a music event in Beautiful Country.

Now, one stone stirred up a thousand waves!

Originally, those netizens who were neutral and opposed were somewhat inclined to believe Su Yiming.

When seeing these contents, more people went directly to the camp supporting Su Yiming.

Except for a small number of foreigners, there are voices opposing Martin everywhere on the Internet.

Even the uncles and aunts on the streets knew about this, and they also knew that there was a foreigner named Martin who looked down on Longxia and the people of Longxia!

"It's nothing."

Su Yiming didn't know this relevant information. He waved his hand and said: "It's not a big deal, it was just yesterday..."

He told Song Qingzhu what happened, and finally said: "It's been a long time since I debuted, and this is the first time I've been fooled like this.

To be honest, I was quite angry at first, otherwise I wouldn't have said those words before leaving the scene. "

"Don't be angry, this kind of thing has happened to me before."

Song Qingzhu brought a bottle of mineral water to Su Yiming and comforted him: "Didn't you say it yourself? Don't think so much about staying away from F1 and Jiuyou in the future."

"Hey, I'm done with it."

Su Yiming took a sip of the mineral water and said:

"By the way, where are you going to play today? Hemiao has to go back to Beijing with me in the evening. I bought a plane ticket at 2 o'clock in the morning. Don't go too far."

Tonight, Su Yiming will have a live broadcast of "The Masked Singer" with Beijing TV.

So I can only wait until the program is finished before I can return to Beijing.

"Don't worry."

Song Qingzhu said: "We will just walk around today and won't delay your return to Beijing.

By the way, what kind of mask are you wearing..."

……

All day long, Su Yiming was busy recording the show.

There was one episode of "I Am the King of Singer" in the morning and another episode in the afternoon.

Although He Miao did not show up during this period, she called him to show off some small gifts she had harvested in Zhangjiajie Forest Park.

By 7: pm.

Su Yiming specially decorated his presidential suite.

In the second bedroom, the bed has been put away, and the walls are covered with sky blue cloth. In addition to the cameras, mobile phones, and radio equipment responsible for the live broadcast, there is only one standing microphone in the entire room.

There is no way, anything that may reveal your identity cannot appear on the camera.

"I said, is it useful for you to do these things?"

Like an injustice, Jiang Changqing held up a blue cloth with a small bamboo pole and said, "You should hurry up and glue it on, my arms can't support it for long."

"It's only been a few days since I last saw you, and your weight has soared to 160 pounds."

Su Yiming stepped on a small ladder and stuck on the traceless stickers while saying: "You are so strong that you can't even support a bamboo pole. Don't be embarrassed."

"Can that be the same?"

Jiang Changqing retorted: "I am fat, not strong! Besides, I often sit in an office, so it would be great if I could help you put up all these blue cloths.

You didn't say you were grateful to me, but you mocked me. Don't ask me for this job next time. "

"Look, I'm still angry after saying a few words to you."

Su Yiming came down from the ladder and said, "When you get married, I will give you a big gift. Is that interesting?"

Jiang Changqing and Ye Sangsang's marriage has been decided.

It's March 5rd of the lunar calendar, which is May 1st of the Gregorian calendar.

There is still more than a month.

"What kind of gift?"

Jiang Changqing's eyes lit up and he said, "You tell me first, and I will help you with your advice, in case Sang Sang doesn't like it."

"You can pull him down."

Su Yiming glared at Jiang Changqing and said, "We can't say it now. You will know when the time comes."

"you……"

Jiang Changqing wanted to say something else, but Su Yiming's cell phone rang suddenly.

"I'll take a call."

I took a look at the caller ID and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. The number dialed was still my work number.

Su Yiming thought for a while and picked up: "Hello, hello."

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Su Yiming?"

The call was connected, and a calm male voice came from the phone.

"I am, who are you?"

Su Yiming asked.

After receiving a positive reply, the voice on the other side couldn't wait to say: "Hello, Mr. Su, I am the person in charge of the F1 Longxia Music Festival from Jiuyou Group, and my name is Zhao Zhilong.

Zhao Zhilong?

Su Yiming thought for a while, then clicked on the speakerphone and also clicked on the call record: "Oh, it's Mr. Zhao, what can I do?"

"That's right, Mr. Su."