Have you ever seen a father sitting like a work of art, the eldest son sitting like a small sculpture, the youngest son lying tilted like a caterpillar, and the father and son lying bored on the big mattress without saying a word, is this called camping?

"Uh...Mr. Qi, can you and your son interact?" The crew couldn't stand it anymore. They almost felt like they were taking still photos.

Qi Yemo raised his eyebrows, "Isn't that enough? What other interaction is needed?"

The lawyer who came here specially couldn't help it and smiled, "Mr. Qi, have we agreed before? We should try to reflect your caring side of the child and express your true feelings with the child during parent-child activities. By then, when this set of films is taken to court, you can win the favor of the jury, so that your chances of winning will be greater..."

Qi Yemo pulled the corners of his mouth unnaturally and nodded reluctantly, "Then do it again!"

So, the second time—

"Start up—"

Under the camera, Qi Yemo, who had a stiff face, stretched his strong arms towards Yangyang. His stiff posture was like stretching out his magic claws to Yangyang. He grabbed Yangyang's small body and said in a gentle voice as much as possible—

"Son, what do you want to eat? Dad will feed you..."

Hiss, Yang Yang shivered suddenly.

The point is that Qi Yemo still looked like frost when he said this!

It was like such a fatherly love sentence burst out from his mouth, as terrible as feeding bugs to his son!

Yang Yang pouted. Although the dead bird's father looked creepy at the moment, he still said without fear of death, "I want to eat roasted chicken wings!"

Sure enough, Qi Yemo's face turned dark again.

But due to the camera, he resisted the urge to suck his son, gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay! Dad will feed you!"

So he placed Yangyang beside his legs, and then picked out a roll of vacuum-packed chicken sausage from the pile of cold food.

Then, under Yang Yang's shocked attention, Qi Er Shaoren was greasy, tore open the packaging, then took out the lighter, put the chicken sausage on the flame and roasted it...

After a while, the chicken sausage, which was already cooked, became cooked thoroughly and even turned a little black.

Qi Ershao took the chicken sausage roasted by the lighter and handed it to Yangyang, and said calmly, verbally, lightly, softly.

"There are no chicken wings, I can only eat the roast chicken..."

Yang Yang stared at the slightly burnt chicken sausage in front of him, and his lips began to tremble.

Under the shock of Qin Huo and all the crew of the film crew—

"Wow..." A shrill cry broke through the sky of Mount Fulan, and Yangyang burst into tears...

Emma, ​​it's too terrible.

Yang Yang has now completely seen the terribleness of Dead Bird’s Dad!

Virgin Mary, it turns out that the Dead Bird's father is so terrible when he is gentle... "Wooah..."

Chen Chen just glanced at Yangyang who was crying, and then buried it in his painting world ignorantly.

Qin Huo was secretly wiping his sweat. The master of Xiong Tao and Weiwei in the shopping mall was indeed a naive person. And Young Master Yangyang was obviously much more difficult to deal with than Young Master Chenchen!

Qi Yemo's chicken sausage in the air shook, staring at the broken child who was crying loudly in front of him!
Chapter completed!