Chapter 3 Going on a parent-child variety show with mom

"Mom...Auntie, someone is knocking on the door."

Mianmian shouted into the bathroom where the water was gushing. The people inside didn't seem to hear her, and the knocking on the door continued.

The little girl's eyes looked back and forth between the bathroom and the apartment door.

She heard the uncle outside calling her aunt's name through the door, as if he was her aunt's friend.

So Mianmian should be able to open the door!

Mianmian stepped on big slippers and walked towards the door.

"Hey, Auntie Sanghesang, what are you doing? You, you, you..." Agent Zhang Yang knocked on the door for a long time. He was panting because of the heat outside. He just complained a few words, but suddenly his eyes widened and he stumbled.

Can't say a complete sentence.

The person who opened the door was not Sang He, but a little girl with two braids.

Bai Nuonuo's face is as cute as a porcelain doll, and the most important thing is that her eyebrows and eyes resemble Sang He. If you look closely, they look like they were carved from the same mold.

When Zhang Yang was shocked that his artist had given birth to a child out of wedlock, Mianmian also looked at Zhang Yang who was wearing pink and tender hair with long braids outside the door, and hesitated whether to call her aunt or uncle.

She remembered that the teacher at the welfare home said that the flat chest was her uncle, so she said in a soft voice: "Uncle, what can I do for you? Auntie is not free right now."

Zhang Yang unconsciously showed his uncle's smile, but immediately put it away and asked: "Where is your father?"

He was heartbroken.

But Sang He made a decision and basically couldn't get the cows back, so Zhang Yang gave up the persuasion.

"I can't afford to pay," Sang He replied without changing his expression.

"uncle."

Zhang Yang was so angry at her unshakable state that his nose twisted.

He got back to business: "Have you seen today's hot searches?"

He turned his head and looked at Mianmian with a smile: "Okay, uncle promises you."

Zhang Yang choked for a moment and continued: "After seeing this, the company's senior management plans to continue to recommend you to join a parent-child program, so that the endless problems can be solved."

"No, no one can replace my baby." Sang He twitched the corner of his mouth and laughed at himself: "It was just the last thing the old man did."

Mianmian answered obediently: "Sanghe."

"You..." Zhang Yang was furious.

It might not be a good thing for ordinary people, but Sang He's status is special. If the media continues to expose it, it will definitely make a big fuss.

I didn’t expect that what was photographed today was real.

Xinghai Media, which Sang He signed a contract with, is the largest domestic entertainment company, and the price of breach of contract is extremely high.

"Uncle, please change your shoes." Mianmian called him back to reality, and the little girl took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet. She looked so good.

Children in the orphanage are more attentive than children from ordinary families, and Mianmian immediately noticed that the atmosphere was tense.

Zhang Yang was surprised: "Can Mianmian still pour water?"

There is no shortage of good-looking female artists in the entertainment industry, but they are good at managing characters and have high emotional intelligence.

"Yeah." Sang He interrupted him with a cold tone and asked again: "So what?"

Zhang Yang had to give an ultimatum: "You were photographed with Mianmian, and now the company has suppressed you, but if you want to continue raising her, you must have a reasonable explanation, otherwise you will breach the contract?"

It's just her world-weary look that refuses people thousands of miles away, which makes people turn away.

Sang He pursed his lips, indifferent.

But Zhang Yang looked shocked and said: "Have you even thought about the public relations plan? Are you ready? Does this prove that it is reliable?"

Then while Mianmian left the living room to pour water, he immediately changed his expression and said anxiously: "Who is she? What's going on! When did you have a daughter? Who is her father? Don't tell me it's Luo..."

Before Mianmian finished speaking, a cold female voice with no emotion suddenly sounded, and Zhang Yang looked up.

Her patience running out, she emphasized: "This is true."

Sang He refused without thinking: "No."

Zhang Yang understood deeply that Sang He planned to keep this little girl.

If beauty is exchanged for emotional intelligence, Sang He's emotional intelligence ranks first among the negative.

In terms of emotional intelligence, Sanghe is as low as dust.

Even Zhang Yang, her manager who has been in charge of her since she debuted, couldn't help feeling frightened.

Sang He walked out of the living room wiping his wet long hair with a tired look that could not hide his beautiful appearance and outstanding temperament.

Mianmian blinked and replied: "My name is Sang Mianmian, I am four years old this year."

Mianmian tilted her head, as if thinking about it, and said, "Mianmian can pour water for uncle and aunt."

Zhang Yang felt his clothes being tugged, and when he lowered his head, he saw Mianmian blinking her big black eyes, and asked him innocently: "Uncle, what do you want to do with auntie? Can Mianmian listen?"

Zhang Yang's heart was completely melted. He looked at Sang He again. The woman took out the hair dryer indifferently, sat on the sofa, and prepared to blow her hair.

With her soft white and cute little face and sweet little milky voice, anyone who is angry will be relieved.

Zhang Yang just wanted to give Xizi a heart-warming smile and coaxed: "Uncle wants to talk to aunt about some work-related matters. Is it okay for Mianmian to go and play alone?"

This was the last contact between her and her father in this world.

He chose Sang He because he thought her appearance was superior. His gaze was indeed very explosive, and it did make Sang He popular all over the country, but it was just that she was so dark that she became popular."

Catching the name of the little breasts, Zhang Yang asked in surprise: "Your aunt is..."

The amount of information Zhang Yang received was a bit overwhelming at the same time. After he finished digesting Mianmian's life experience, he felt distressed and had a hint of depth in his eyes, and asked Sang He: "Are you going to use her to make up for the scars?"

Mianmian nodded heavily, clasped her little hands, and plucked up the courage to say: "Mianmian pour some water for uncle. Is it okay if uncle doesn't want to be cruel to aunt?"

The way he answers seriously is so cute.

"Stop." Before Zhang Yang could say the name, Sang He interrupted him with a headache. Because he was too lazy to explain, he directly threw the certificate from the welfare home to Zhang Yang.

"What's up?"

"Mianmian didn't..."

Zhang Yang finally regained his composure and decided to find out more about the situation and asked: "What is your name and how old are you?"

Sang He: "..."

Countless PR plans flashed through his mind like a movie.

Zhang Yang was suddenly struck by lightning.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but said: "How many times have I told you, if you want to laugh, can you smile? It has been a few years since your debut. What's the problem with such poor popularity among the audience? Why don't you reflect on it?"

Mianmian's little hand holding the water glass trembled, and she pursed her lips. Who is the baby? Is it her aunt's child? The corners of her eyes were a little red, but thinking of the voice in her mind, she became determined. As long as she followed her aunt, Mianmian would find it.

Belongs to my own mother!

He walked up and said confusedly: "Can Mianmian accompany aunt to participate in the parent-child variety show?"

She was in an orphanage, and the director would put on parent-child programs. She probably knew that parent-child variety shows were programs for adults to take care of their children.

Suddenly he had an idea. Sang He was a very stubborn person. If he could be persuaded by the little breast dumpling in front of him, he would go back and forth several times with great joy.
Chapter completed!