In the evening, Ye Huanyu took the children back to his home.

She lay on the bed and she received two text messages.

NO.1:

Yun Bufan: Yuyu, I have a case to be dealt with tomorrow, and I won’t go to the performances of Chenchen and Yangyang. Please forgive me.

NO.2:

Qi Yemo: Huanyu, I’m a little busy in the group today. Tomorrow is the children’s performance. I’ll pick you up and the children tomorrow morning.

Turn off the phone, think of Yangyang's performance tomorrow, and think of the rehearsal this afternoon...

Ye Huanyu's head is two big.

Yang Yang became extremely restless at this moment. He put on a depressed expression and circled around his and Chenchen's bedroom.

Chenchen sat on his small bed, holding a tablet in his hand.

"Qi Siyang, can you stop shaking in front of my eyes? You know you're anxious now, why did you play crazy a few days ago?"

Yang Yang ignored him and continued to move forward...

"By the way!" Yang Yang seemed to have thought of a good idea. He jumped on Chenchen's bed happily: "Hey, otherwise you will play the male lead for me, how about I'll play the little girl selling newspapers?"

Chenchen twisted his head: "I won't play the male lead for you. Although the lines are easy to memorize, I don't want to see Zhao Jingyi's look at me..." Speaking of this, his little body trembled and his goosebumps fell all over the ground.

Yang Yang frowned again, and his little hands kept scratching his hair: "What can I do if this is swollen..."

After thinking for a while, he began to rummage through the cabinets. The bedroom was in chaos. Chen Chen frowned: "Have you come up with any bad ideas?"

After a while, he found an ipod, "Hey, that's it. Then I will record everything I want to say, and if I forget the words, I will put this one."

Chen Chen looked at him with contempt: "Even if you record the lines, it's useless. I advise you to forget it."

Yang Yang looked at Chen Chen and said, "Why?"

Chenchen put the tablet aside: "Your lines are a conversation with Zhao Jingyi. If you record them, you don't know where to pause or where to release them. Moreover, the venue was full of people, all looking at the stage. As long as you use this, you will be clearly seen."

Yang Yang sat on the ground with a pants, threw the ipod aside and frowned.

After a while, he ran to Ye Huanyu's bedroom happily.

When he arrived at the door, he covered his stomach with his little hand, frowned and showed a look of pain. He squeezed open the door with his little body: "Mom, my stomach hurts so much, am I sick? Please ask Teacher Li for leave. I really feel sorry if I can't participate in tomorrow's performance..."

Ye Huanyu just glanced at him and did not intend to check him out: "Does your stomach hurt? That's hungry. If you want to use this trick to get away with it, don't even think about it if you don't go to tomorrow's performance. If you don't learn some lessons from what you cause, you won't make progress."

Seeing that his trick had been revealed, Yang Yang stopped pretending to be sick. However, he still held his mouth and looked at Ye Huanyu.

"What's wrong? The little trick has been exposed. What are you doing here?"

Yang Yang crawled onto Ye Huanyu's bed and rubbed her legs like a puppy: "Mom, I'm hungry..."

Looking at Yang Yang's little look, Ye Huanyu was really annoying and ridiculous, but the child was hungry and could not give him a meal: "There is instant noodles in the cabinet under the stove, so go and eat it. By the way, Chenchen also ate very little today, so he probably was hungry, so he would get him a pack."

"I know..." Yang Yang left Ye Huanyu's bedroom in disappointment.
Chapter completed!