Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

With all kinds of worries in his heart, Dong Baijing didn't sleep well all night.

Finally fell asleep and had a dream.

I dreamed that Wu Queque cried miserably to the media, exposing Huanle President Lu's atrocities, but the report was blocked.

It wasn't sent at all.

After waking up, Dong Baijing sat on the bed for a while before he broke out from the "adversity" and successfully helped Wu Queque think of a simple and effective method.

Find the police!

Lu Xinghan dominates the entertainment industry with one hand, and he just lacks the rule of law!

After imagining a harmonious and happy ending, Dong Baijing put on his clothes and got up.

Wu Queque always woke up early, and Dong Baijing happened to see him coming out of the bathroom after opening the door.

"Morning."

Wu Queque waved at Dong Baijing.

"morning."

Dong Baijing nodded, and when he walked towards the bathroom, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and took Wu Queque's hand again.

"I thought about it for a while last night, and I think your attitude, Mr. Lu, is abnormal."

Ok?

Wu Queque stopped, turned around, and looked at him seriously.

"What's wrong?"

Brother Dong discovered his relationship with Lu Xinghan?He hasn't said hey yet.

"I think Mr. Lu is interested in you."

Dong Baijing glanced left and right to confirm that the camera was not turned on before lowering his voice.

After finishing speaking, he recalled the incident when Que Que met Lu Xinghan in the coffee shop when he was recording the program for the first time, and he felt more and more that his guess was correct.

Wu Queque pursed her lips and smiled, nodded, affirming what he said.

Brother Dong is really smart!

Dong Baijing, on the other hand, was stunned for a while when he saw him nodding, but did not react.

He nodded, took two steps towards the bathroom, turned around suddenly, and grabbed Wu Queque again.

"you know?"

Dong Baijing felt that things might be different from what he thought.

Wu Queque nodded again, lowered her voice and said, "I have time to introduce you to each other."

"Forehead……"

Dong Baijing was a little confused, suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, and he stammered and asked, "Who... are you... marrying?"

"hold head high."

"Oh."

Dong Baijing said that he was very calm, um, calm... no wonder!

Last night, I really thought about it so much, but it turned out that it was all my own messy imagination.

Fortunately, I didn't tell Que Que clearly, otherwise Barbie's dream mansion would not be enough for him to deduct.

but……

President Lu of Huan Le, even if he has not met formally, he has heard many related rumors.

What is ruthless, ruthless, and incomprehensible...

When Huan Le first came out on the market, those who confessed to Lu Xinghan followed suit like crucian carp crossing a river.A few years later, there was no one left who was rejected by him.

How did you get married?

Queque won't be wronged, right?

As soon as he thought of this, Dong Baijing met Wu Queque's smiling face.

All the messy thoughts were suppressed.

It's easy to see whether you like someone or not, and how you're doing.

"What's plotting in the morning? Standing here?"

A voice rang behind him.

The two turned around and saw the smiling Zheng Hechu.

"causal talk--"

Before Dong Baijing could finish speaking, a small figure bumped away from him and fell onto Wu Queque's legs beside him.

"Brother Queque, did the prince know the truth later?"

Dong Baijing grinned and said deliberately: "I don't know, the little mermaid turned into a bubble in the end."

Hua Hua ignored him, looked at Wu Que Que seriously, and waited for his answer.

"The Little Mermaid finally turned into foam."

Huahua opened her eyes wide, and when she squeezed her mouth, she wanted to cry.

"Is the Little Mermaid dead?"

"She gained immortality."

Wu Queque paused and said seriously.

Huahua seemed to understand, but nodded.The tears in her eyes were also withdrawn by her.

As long as the little mermaid is alive.

Huahua managed to coax Huahua here, but there was a sudden cry from the room on the other side.

Immediately afterwards, An Wen hurriedly opened the door and said helplessly, "Ning Ning is crying."

Several people rushed into the room where Ning Ning was sleeping. She was wearing pajamas, crying with tears all over her face.

"how?"

Zheng Hechu asked, and walked over to coax him.

An Wen said in a panic, "She said she misses her mother."

On the other side, Ningning was also comforted by Zheng Hechu, sobbing: "I want a mother."

Wu Queque and Dong Baijing looked at each other, both feeling a bit difficult.

He can only pin his hopes on Zheng Hechu, who has experience in coaxing children.

At the same time, the live broadcast room was quietly opened.

[High energy? 】

[Why is Ning Ning crying? 】

【how how what】

【Ning Ning is homesick】

……

Although Zheng Hechu has children, he has never encountered such a situation.

After a few words of coaxing, it didn't work out, and finally Huahua came over and asked her if her dress looked good?Just uncovered this topic.

Wu Queque went to Shangguanzhou's room when they were arranging to dress the children.

Opening the door, I saw that he was already fully dressed and sitting on the chair.

"Shall we go down for breakfast?"

Shangguanzhou nodded, jumped off the chair, and walked downstairs.

Not independent.

【Worthy of being a big brother】

[Six-year-old went to kindergarten, these are normal operations]

【Huahua can also dress herself】

【The bird is the most relaxed among all the guests】

【Independent hahahaha】

【Huahua can't comb her hair...】

When Wu Queque passed by Huahua's room, she saw Huahua arguing with Dong Baijing.

"That's not it. Fishbone braid."

She talked and danced, trying to describe it to Dong Baijing, but because of her lack of vocabulary, she couldn't describe it.

"Hey, you can't."

Huahua sighed, melancholy written on her little face.

Dong Baijing was holding the comb, and it was obvious that he was on the verge of Buddha.

"Puchi-"

Wu Queque couldn't help laughing out loud, attracting two people to look at him.

Huahua and Dong Baijing's eyes lit up at the same time.

Huahua took the lead and said, "Beautiful brother, can you help Huahua comb her hair."

This……

He really will.

Wu Queque didn't know what to think of, she was distracted for a moment, and quickly pulled back her thoughts.

"What hairstyle do you want?"

Wu Queque walked into the room.

Huahua took the comb from Dong Baijing's hand and stuffed it into Wu Queque's hand.

"Any hairstyle is fine."

"Flower..."

Dong Baijing's face darkened, and he spoke quietly.

"That's not what you just said to me."

"Ke Su, the pretty brother has long hair."

Dong Baijing's eyes fell on Wu Queque's long black hair, and he asked suspiciously, "Queque, why do you want to have such long hair?"

"Won't it be difficult to take care of in summer?"

"will not."

Wu Queque shook her head, which bird would not love its own feathers?

"I like it."

Sitting in front of the computer and watching the live broadcast, Lu Xinghan laughed. This little tit is precious to him for his long hair.

If you lose one, put it away carefully.

Dong Baijing didn't ask any more questions, and quietly watched Wu Queque's fingers running through her hair.

After a while, a beautiful fishbone braid appeared.

Huahua circled the mirror several times excitedly, before saying flatteredly, "Thank you pretty brother and Baijing brother."

"Hey, remember me?"

Dong Baijing pretended to be angry, rolled his dazzled eyes, and immediately rushed over to coax him.

"Hua Hua always remembers Brother Bai Jing."

She looked up at Dong Baijing, her big eyes flickering, which made Dong Baijing unable to cool down even pretending to be cold.

After breakfast, several people sent their little partners away respectively.

Take the car of the program group and send it home.

On the way back, the excitement and relaxation could be seen on Shangguanzhou's face.

Not even talking a little more unconsciously.

The person who came to pick up Shangguanzhou was Bai Jin, the director of the Demon Control Bureau.

After the program staff left, Wu Queque asked him carefully: "Can I exchange one of your scales with you?"

Bai Jin was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"No need to exchange, I will give you one in a few days."

Shangguanzhou stared at him wide-eyed, and only after Wu Queque left did he ask angrily, "It will take hundreds of years for a scale to grow back after you pull it out, are you just so casual?"

Before Bai Jin could answer, his expression froze again, and he asked angrily, "You don't like her, do you? Let me tell you, she already has a partner and is married!"

Bai Jin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What are you thinking about? His grandfather is kind to me, it's just a scale."

"Oh."

Shangguanzhou put away all his grievances like a ball poking air.

"really?"

Bai Jin nodded and rubbed Shangguanzhou's hair.

"I am a thousand-year-old koi, and I can vaguely feel the luck of people."

"His luck is very strong. In ancient times, it was the fate of the emperor."

Bai Jin paused as he spoke, "Bo Songyuan searched for a chance of life, but I felt that life was around him."

"Use a scale for you..."

Bai Jin suddenly fell silent, and the rest of the words disappeared between his lips and teeth.

"Did the fallen demon find any trace?"

Wu Queque returned happily, found Lu Xinghan, and received another good news.

"Is the album ready to be released?"

Lu Xinghan nodded, "Find some time to post on Weibo to promote it."

"What's the matter? So happy?"

he asked again.

Wu Queque endured it, and said vaguely: "It's nothing, I'll tell you later."

He didn't plan to talk about that scale now, otherwise Lu Xinghan would definitely not want it.

But he wanted to give it to Lu Xinghan.

Lu Xinghan nodded without asking further questions.

Wu Queque leaned over, sneaked a kiss on his face, and happily lay down on the sofa to post on Weibo.

@吴雀雀: I have released an album, and it will be officially launched tomorrow at [-]:[-] noon, everyone, come and listen.

There is a video below, which is a short part of Wu Queque singing a cappella during the recording.

In less than a minute, comments flooded in.

@babybaby: Wow, awesome, what a bird!

@走天涯: Damn, I read that right?Que Que is about to release an album?

@荒烟粉饼店: Huh huh huh, the album is finally out, I have been waiting so hard.

……

Comments against doubts are no longer a minority.

Wu Queque didn't bother.

On the contrary, Lu Xinghan led a fan base, commenting and suppressing the black fans to death.

The official launch of the album is at twelve noon the next day.

Wu Queque suppressed her sleepiness and anxiously asked Wu Yue about his data.

Wu Yue smiled and said, "It's not even twelve o'clock yet."

"Go to bed first."

Wu Queque stubbornly shook her head, leaned against Lu Xinghan and yawned.

Suddenly I heard the sound of banging on the table.

"What does Sheng keep him mean? A new song will be released at 55:[-]."

Wu Queque was taken aback and was taken aback for a moment before digging out the name from memory.

Sheng Liu, Wu Yue's former anchor.

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