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Compared with the prime location between water and clouds, the University City is considered a suburb, and the distance between the two is a bit far. Even if there is no traffic jam on the road, it will take about four to ten minutes by car.

Because David and Song Yaoyao are both here, He Ming didn't ask the driver to pick him up early in the morning. After getting out of the elevator, He Ming rejected Mr. Huo Jin's proposal to send him and his younger brother to school, and followed Zhao Xiaotian's advice. Arrange, let David drive him and his brother to go first.

As soon as the He Ming brothers left, the atmosphere of the remaining few people became less friendly. The delicate|limp Zhao Niangniang immediately pulled off the fat bug that was bouncing up and down in his arms and threw it to his father, "Hurry up and throw your son away!" Take it, my god, I died again."

The fat worm, who was disliked by his father and didn't pout his mouth, was having fun in Zhao Xiaotian's arms. He was suddenly thrown into his father's hands. He didn't realize it at first, but when he looked up, he met the smirk on his father's face. With five greasy pimples, he immediately turned his head to look at Zhao Xiaotian, his mouth shrunk, and tears fell as soon as he spoke...

Exclusively compiled by [Gu Annian], and exclusively published in Jinjiang.

Those teary and pitiful eyes made people's hearts tear, and those who didn't know it thought that he was the fat worm's real father!

"You, what do you mean by looking at me? Your son is crying, you comfort me..." Zhao Xiaotian inexplicably carried his fat son all the way, his arms were sore now, and he made up his mind not to put this on the scale Fat Chong hugged him in his arms, and turned his head cruelly, as if he was out of sight and out of mind, but it was a bit difficult to ignore Fat Chong's father's resentful looking down eyes.

"Are you so heartless? My son likes you so much, can't you even see it?"

Zhao Xiaotian: ...This is the first time I see such a shameless father.

Zhao Xiaotian puffed his cheeks and blew upwards, and blew the bangs covering his eyes twice, looked at Young Master Huo who questioned him with his hips on his hips, and smiled angrily: "Don't, don't, don't, don't tell me what your son said to me. I like to be strangled in the cradle, I am as old as a wolf like a tiger, and I can't wait for your son to grow up."

Huo Dashao didn't react at first, but when he did, Zhao Xiaotian had already led Song Yaoyao towards his car.Then look at the fat bug in his arms, who was crying and dancing in the direction of Zhao Xiaotian with tears and snot in his nose.

"I suggest, you should go and do a paternity test for your nephew. He loves the other when he sees one, but he doesn't want to see you as his own father from the beginning to the end. Don't you think about it?" Huo Xiao Seeing his brother act stupid in front of people early in the morning, he felt ashamed.

At this moment, Huo Dashao's sore feet were stabbed, and he slapped the fat bug's buttocks in his arms, and said to Master Huo Jin: "Look, these eyebrows, these eyes, this hulking body , where does it not exude the aura of Lao Tzu?"

Huo Xiao: ...Actually, the person in front of me was not born to his father, right?

"The driver is probably stuck on the road. You get in the car. I'll take you to school today." Huo Xiao was unable to complain about his brother's cultural accomplishment. He raised his wrist to check the time, opened the back door, and took Huo Mingzhu's schoolbag Throwing it in, he went straight into the cab.

"Then... I'm here?" Young Master Huo also hurried up, and now everyone will take their places, and he is the only one holding a crying fat bug.

"You go back to the old house, I go to the company, and my aunt goes to the school. The direction of both of us is thousands of miles away from yours. You just wait here for the driver to pick you up! I really don't want to wait. There is another car in the garage. Car, drive away by yourself!" Huo Xiao said while fastening his seat belt, then turned his head to stare at Huo Mingzhu after fastening his seat belt, and then replied indifferently.

After Huo Yun's divorce, his ex-wife Hu Xuan didn't need custody of her son, so she took a sum of money and left. Usually, this fat bug is kept in the old house. Although there is a confinement wife to help take care of her at home, the main thing is Huo Dashao Take care of him personally, and when he is on vacation, the confinement wife at home will also be on vacation. This is Mr. Huo's punishment for his casual divorce in private, and let him taste the pain of a single father.

Therefore, during the National Day holiday, this fat bug has been following his father.

"Are you kidding me? How can I drive with this fat bug?"

"That's not what I want to think about for you." After saying that, Mr. Huo Jin locked the door of the car, stepped on the accelerator, and was watched by Huo Dashao in disbelief and despair, and left in the dust!

Fat Chong, who was still wailing tirelessly in Zhao Xiaotian's direction, listened to the sound and fell silent for two seconds, but when he looked back, he found that he and his father were the only ones left, crying even more heartbreakingly. ...

"Brother Zhao, that little fat man is crying pitifully, why don't you go and comfort him?" Here, Song Yaoyao saw the fat worm who was still looking this way from the rearview mirror, and her mother's love flooded in an instant. He couldn't help but carefully suggested to Zhao Xiaotian in the passenger cab.

Zhao Xiaotian was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, he had long been disturbed by the crying of this fat bug, Song Yaoyao continued to push the flames, how could he bear it, aggressively pushed the door of the co-pilot open, and Chao still looked at his own car with cold eyes The man whose son was crying walked over.

"I also said that I have no conscience. I think you are a father who has no conscience." When Fat Chong saw Zhao Xiaotian, his crying stopped abruptly, and he crawled towards him with hands and feet. Zhao Xiaotian looked at his face covered with tears and snot. Hiccupping but grinning at him, angry and distressed, before anyone could throw Fat Chong over, he swore and snatched him over.

Young Master Huo, who was abandoned by his younger brother and little aunt, felt that he was weak, hopeless and painful. He was scolded by Zhao Xiaotian, and he was also full of evil fire. Yes. Is it easy for me? I, wait for him to poop and pee, make milk powder, and let this brat hate him all day long. What can I do if I have this son, I am fine..."

"What can you do? The seeds you planted by yourself will grow into a towering tree even if you cry!" Before Huo Dashao finished speaking, Zhao Xiaotian interrupted him with a sneer. He continued to make up his sword: "Since I also know that I am ugly, I should take good care of myself if I have nothing to do."

Huo Dashao, who is 190 meters tall and has long legs against the sky, has a crooked nose, "This fat bug is missing a mother's love for too long, and treats you, a motherly dwarf, as his mother. Besides, those skins are so beautiful." What's the use, look at the way you choose a man, that Chu..."

The atmosphere turned cold in an instant, Huo Yun shut his mouth under Zhao Xiaotian's cool eyes, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, thinking that a certain lady whose foot was sore by him would definitely throw his fat bug on him in a fit of anger .

Unexpectedly, the other party just stared at him for a moment, then hugged his son and left... gone... gone...

Zhao Xiaotian walked a few steps with the weight-like fat bug in his hand, but no one followed him, so he couldn't help frowning, "Do you want your son to rely on me?"

"Hey?"

Zhao Xiaotian is a little powerless, he is also the young master of the Huo family, why is it so terrible to communicate with this person in front of him?Is it really a simple mind caused by overdeveloped limbs? "Didn't Er Shao just say that the driver who picked you up was stuck in traffic? Hurry up, I'll see you off."

Huo Dashao said - this is so flattering!

Zhao Xiaotian originally wanted Song Yaoyao to send him to the company first, and take the announcements and scripts he had recently received to discuss with his artists. After going out, ask Song Yaoyao to deliver the cake prepared by He Ming to the crew of "The Way of the Phoenix".

But because there were too many Huo Dashao and this fat bug who were ruthlessly abandoned, he had no choice but to ask Song Yaoyao to send them to the Huo family's old house at the address provided by Huo Yun.

When they arrived at the Huo family's old house, the fat bug who had been tossing in Zhao Xiaotian's arms all the way sucked on the pacifier and became sleepy. He was hugged by his father and stared at him without crying. This made Zhao Xiaotian, who was afraid of being entangled, heaved a sigh of relief. Looking back, he saw that the person who was holding the fat bug was still dawdling there and did not get out of the car, he couldn't help being taken aback, "Is there something wrong with Mr. Huo?"

Huo Dashao's greasy city wall face was rather girlish and coy, "Hey, it's fine, just, just thank you today, you still have a conscience!"

Hehehe!Sure enough, it was a dog's insanity that couldn't spit out ivory. Fortunately, seeing the other party's hesitant appearance, he still waited for two seconds.

Zhao Xiaotian glanced at him expressionlessly, "You're welcome!"

Huo Dashao obviously realized the inappropriateness of his words, but he couldn't take back the water he said, "Don't get me wrong, I mean you are actually quite a good person." ..."

"You don't need to be reminded by Huo Dashao. Regarding this point, I have a number in my heart." Zhao Xiaotian interrupted him before he finished speaking, raised his hand to check the time, saw that it was getting late, so he could only speak Urging: "You better get out of the car, I'm in a hurry."

Young Master Huo, who was once again disliked by others, got out of the car pitifully. When Zhao Xiaotian reached out to close the car door, he quickly stopped him. Seeing that the other party was really impatient, he stammered: "Well, I'm sorry about that just now."

Zhao Xiaotian was taken aback for a moment, and looked up at the people outside the car. He didn't expect this crazy young master to have such a - well, barely cute side!

After a while, Zhao Xiaotian lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "It's nothing. Besides, you are right."

Saying that, Zhao Xiaotian closed the car door and asked Song Yaoyao to drive away.

Through the rearview mirror, Song Yaoyao looked at Young Master Huo who was still standing there looking at them, and his heart began to flood again, "Brother Zhao, did you know that Young Master Huo before?"

"I don't know." Zhao Xiaotian had good eyesight, so he naturally saw it, and glared at Song Yaoyao, "You give me your cult-like thoughts, don't just think about it."

Song Yaoyao secretly stuck out her tongue, but in her heart she felt that this pair of #威力强大孙子攻和妇soft美色的大先受# was too cute, and she wasn’t afraid to be warned by Zhao Xiaotian, so she continued to make insinuations, “That didn’t expect the Huo family Such a young master, the daddy is quite good..."

"Song Yaoyao, you didn't get scolded by me, so you feel uncomfortable?" Zhao Xiaotian glanced over, Song Yaoyao stopped talking, and the car immediately became quiet.

Perhaps there was that fat bug babbling along the way just now, and Zhao Xiaotian was not used to the sudden silence, so he turned his head and looked out of the car window, "How could that psychopath be a dad? Fatty is crying so badly in his arms, won't he comfort him?"

Song Yaoyao: ...This is soft and glamorous——Grandpa Tsundere suffers?

Of course, even Song Yaoyao, who got the tsundere attribute of his boss, would not say this in front of people if he was killed.

It stands to reason that after the long National Day holiday, both students and office workers will have some kind of holiday syndrome, but for the freshman class of the Film Vocational College in City A, they don't have it at all. Sifang's Princess Fengxi is from the news that the little brother in the class is disguised as a woman, and this group of people has been wringing their fingers and waiting for the day to go to school.

For the first time, those who didn’t get into the classroom without the bell ringing for class woke up early in the morning, and even consciously followed the class monitor Yun Shu to the physical room to press their legs for an hour. By the time He Ming entered the classroom, the whole group had already sat down. Read English on the seat.

This kind of domineering battle shocked He Ming a lot. Ever since he made some remarks about Phoenix and Sparrow, his classmates really took a lot of seriousness in class, but they didn't work hard like this!If it wasn't for Wang Xiaoxian who sat in the first place still wearing the distinctive linen clothes, he would really suspect that he went to the wrong classroom.

"What do you think I'm doing, keep going." As soon as He Ming entered the classroom, the class immediately fell silent, everyone looked at him, and the white rabbit He Nai, who was as thin-skinned as a cicada's wing, felt embarrassed, "By the way , I just heard that Wang Sisi mispronounced an English word, the first letter of life is pronounced l, not n."

The whole class: ...

The classroom was quiet for a few seconds, and as soon as He Ming sat down on his seat, the others took out gift boxes from their desks and walked towards him.

——Brother, try it quickly, this is the latest Chanel dress I bought, you must look great in it!

——Brother, this is the slogan of Givenchy’s latest color number that I entrusted my friend to buy for me. It is definitely more suitable for you than Princess Fengxi’s lipstick.

——I recently made a handmade hairpin at home. Although it is not inlaid with gold, the style is very delicate.

……

He Ming: ...

In the chatter, He Ming had no room to intervene, and could only watch helplessly as everyone piled gift boxes, large and small, on his drawers and on the table.

What made He Ming speechless the most was the things Wang Xiaoxian gave. This enigmatic Wang Xiaoxian was the last one to give presents. He stared at him so strangely that it made him frightened, "Little brother, the clothes they sent are not as good-looking as mine. It’s our sect’s saintess costume.”

As soon as Wang Xiaoxian said this, the whole class was stunned for a moment, and then they all looked at him, "Hey, Xiaoxian'er, you still have a school, tell me what school you have?"

"Oh, I always forgot to tell you, I am the eighth generation closed disciple of the Wu'e Sect on Mount Zhongnan."

"I know the Wudang faction, and I've heard of the Emei faction. What kind of faction is the Wu'e faction?"

"It's the combination of Wudang and Emei... What kind of eyes do you have? My master said that the energy of heaven and earth cannot be in harmony with yin and yang. The male dominates the yang, and the female dominates the yin. Like Wudang, most of the male disciples are male disciples, or Emei. Female disciples are the main ones, it’s not acceptable, you have to..."

"Then tell me, what do your sects do?"

"Observing Ziwei Doushu, mastering the eight trigrams and six lines."

"...Hey, fortune tellers are fortune tellers, it's so profound." The crowd dispersed.

Regarding everyone's vulgarity, Wang Xiaoxian didn't feel at ease, and secretly leaned in front of He Ming, "Mingming, my master said that as long as you become the saint of our sect, our Wu'e sect will definitely be able to come back to life immediately..."

He Ming: ...

He finally knew what happened to this enigmatic Wang Xiaoxian.

Although He Ming resolutely and thoroughly rejected Wang Xiaoxian's invitation to become a saintess of the Wu'e sect, he still did not resist the request to let him try their sect's saintess costume.

Needless to say, this saintess costume really looks like that. It uses a wide-necked and wide-sleeved skirt made of high-quality white brocade material that I don’t know where.

The moment Wang Xiaoxian opened the dress in front of everyone, everyone gasped in shock. Different from the astonishment brought by Princess Fengxi's big red princess, this gorgeous white wide-sleeved auspicious cloud dress It's too fairy.

In the end, He Ming still couldn't resist the thirty-odd pairs of expectant eyes in the class. At noon, he changed into this suit, and dressed up with all kinds of wigs contributed by the girls with ingenuity.

So, He Ming once again put on the shameful female attire—well, this time he played the role of that so-and-so Wu'e sect saint!

Fortunately, everyone still knew how to measure, and didn't make him go out to embarrass himself. They hid in the dormitory to take pictures and helped him remove his makeup after eye addiction.

"Little brother, I just sent this photo to my master. My master said that he will find a painter to copy your photo and hang it in our sect hall. Our saint...Wang Xiaoxian, the eighth generation closed door disciple of Wu'e Sect, pays homage to the saint..."

Faced with Wang Xiaoxian's sudden bowing ceremony from the bewildered Wang Xiaoxian, He Ming was so frightened that he took three steps back, ignored him and ran away.

Before he died, he was enshrined in the Zongtang. Isn't this giving him a short life?

In addition, everyone in the performance class, who has been adhering to the idea that being alone is worse than being happy with others, has no secrets at all. After obtaining the approval of Zhao Niangniang, they all published the prosperous beauty of the saintess brother on the Internet.

As soon as He Ming's photos appeared without any filters or beautification effects, no one on Weibo dared to question his appearance.

flower*festival*year*year

Earlier, although the official blog of "Huangtu" released the stills of the crew one after another, the stills of Princess Fengxi always only had half a side face looking back, which made many fans question his appearance. Face to kill.

However, the photos taken casually by everyone in the performance class included a 360-degree angle of him. No matter from which angle you look at it, the people in the photos are beautiful and refined.

After all these blunders, the voice of scolding He Ming on the Internet has become much better.Except for some black fans who are still tirelessly saying that he is obsessed with women's clothing, the real fans have silently joined my rotten fan group.

During this period, Song Jiashu's studio deliberately released a few small tidbits of the crew of "Huangtu" to divert the public's attention. Seeing that He Ming was about to gradually fade out of public view.

However, at eight o'clock on Friday night, Mr. Hawking had just sent He Ming back to the set, and the news about He Ming on the Internet was overwhelming again.

The author has something to say: the new pre-received article has been released.

"The Peacock Opened Its Tails to Me Again"

Copywriting: Open the screen 99 times, and finally tempted him.

The soft and coquettish coquettish real peacock suffers VS the omnipotent boring pseudo-human attack

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