Tan Jiji was picked up by He Mingyu from Liao Xian last night. He didn't have time to give his grandparents a new gift to his little dad, but the eldest dad fell asleep early.

So the little fat cub, who went to bed and got up early, got up very early today, put the little duck into his pocket, and rode out from the bedroom to look for his little dad.

As a result, Baba was not found, and a rake was found.

Also found a bunch of weird people.

The little **** was a little disappointed. He put his head on He Mingyu's shoulder sullenly, and his gaze happened to meet the director who was standing on the other side of the living room.

At the same time, other people in the program group also looked at the chief director with a fierce look.

They can't just wait downstairs until nine o'clock to talk about getting up, right?

However, seeing He Dong's intention, he did not intend to go upstairs to call Tanqing to get up at all, let alone the possibility of allowing them to go upstairs and go in the bedroom to dig Tanqing out of the bed.

So far.

The only hope is the kid in front of me.

According to what Mr. He just said... This kid should be the son of him and Tan Qing?

I don't know if it is a surrogate/pregnancy or adoption.

Everyone in the program group did not dare to speak, nor did they dare to ask.

Can only crazily suggest that the director-general and the children should contact the children about their feelings.

Director: "..."

The chief director is a 35-year-old man. There is a child who was just born in the family. He could only bite the bullet and walked forward two steps, friendly chatting and showing a smile trying to establish friendship: "You Okay, kid, what's your name?"

However, the soft and silly chatter at home on weekdays is particularly noble and cold when facing strangers.

Especially when I didn't see the little dad one night, and the big dad was sitting in town.

Tan Jiji took a very official look at the chief director. After thinking for a few seconds, he politely and reluctantly rewarded him: "Morning."

Director: "..."

The chief director glanced at He Mingyu in a desolate heart, and then at the handsome milk doll lying on He Mingyu's shoulder.

No need for identification.

At first glance, it is his own.

At first glance, it comes with a lot of money and can't afford to cue the kind of breath away.

He Mingyu handed the small baby bottle that had been cooled to the right temperature on the small coffee table beside him, and said coldly: "A man who is much older than you is called an uncle. Don't just say one word."

The tender white and tender glutinous rice dumplings carefully touched a handful of small yellow ducks in their pockets, and then stretched out their chubby hands and hugged the small baby bottle containing fresh goat's milk.

I was about to lower my head and hold the baby bottle to drink, and I remembered what my eldest dad had said.

then.

The little **** raised his head and glanced at the chief director opposite, thought about the pronunciation for a few seconds in distress, and reluctantly said: "Cup, early!"

The chief director was very moved and hurriedly took the opportunity to talk to He Mingyu: "He Dong, is this your son? He looks very handsome, and you have a good education."

He Mingyu put the gurgling Tanji who started drinking milk on the high-footed children's chair beside the table: "It's Tanqing and I's child, whose last name is Tanmo."

The chief director froze for a moment.

This kind of big boss and celebrity drama is not uncommon in the entertainment industry.

Especially between the same sex, when it comes to children's issues, in fact, most people in this circle will subconsciously choose to give in.

Even if you say how much you love each other on the surface, in private, you still have to show off your love while keeping a high profile.

Especially like He Mingyu...

The assets of the family can indeed be described as having the throne to inherit.

It's really hard to believe that you will let your children have the same surname as your lover.

It's like a few months ago--

He Mingyu suddenly disclosed to everyone the news of his marriage to Tan Qing in the private official certification of the chief executive officer of He's, which is just as unbelievable.

The chief director of the program group has been in this circle for so many years, and the ability to meet people and talk to others can be said to be perfect.

But for a while, I don't know how to answer He Mingyu's words.

Fortunately, when the chief director wanted to break his head and didn't figure out how to take this sentence very appropriately, by the way, he patted He Mingyu's flattery.

There was a slow door opening upstairs.

Everyone standing in the hall instantly followed the railing to the place where the door opened.

The villa that He Mingyu and Tan Qing live in is not currently popular European or American style. It belongs to a very classical architectural style, square and atmospheric.

The mahogany staircase bends three times.

Starting from the first staircase on the second floor, a thick layer of pure white cashmere blanket was spread in all the corridors upstairs.

At this moment.

After the spacious master bedroom door is opened.

A pair of white feet came out on the cashmere blanket gently and skillfully.

A few minutes passed.

Tan Qing's figure appeared on the stairs.

The director-in-chief was eager to applaud Tan Qing on the spot, and gave the photographer a look at the moment he reacted.

The photographer knew immediately.

The telephoto lens turned to Tan Qing's body, and his movements were locked firmly.

Tan Qing walked around the steps of the first fold, slowly raising her foot step by step.

When we reached the second fold, the camera could finally capture Tan Qing's whole body shot.

Tan Qing did not wear long trousers and pajamas like He Mingyu.

It seems that I just put on a long black T-shirt at random.

That black T-shirt was obviously not Tan Qing's own clothes, because it was obviously a few sizes larger than his own size, and it directly covered his **** when wearing it.

But it also revealed a small half of the leg face.

Tan Qing's complexion is naturally that kind of beautiful cold white.

At this time, the black T-shirt is lined, and the figure is more slender and fragile.

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu looked at the position of the eyeglass lens, his expression even worse.

Tan Qing, who was walking down the stairs one step at a time, didn't know whether she was awake or not awake.

After finally getting halfway down, it stopped for a few seconds.

Then he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes as if super sleepy, stretched out a big lazy waist, and jumped down the remaining stairs again.

Jump to the last step.

He stretched out his feet and put on the slippers next to the stairs.

The chief director discovered that this villa was all carpeted from the beginning of the stairs.

It's like only the first floor is used to meet guests.

Even as soon as you reach the stairs, it is the owner's completely private personal space.

Tan Qing walked a few steps along the wall clattering in her slippers, and nodded like a chick as she walked.

I want to sleep, but I can't sleep anymore.

Ass hurts.

My legs and legs hurt too.

After just a short walk, Tanqing was very unhappy, always feeling that the broken skin on the inner side of the legs seemed to be a little swollen.

The unhappy Tan Qing is about to find He Mingyu first.

Then scold him.

But before he got to He Mingyu's side, he realized that he saw everyone in the program group standing in the living room.

Tan Qing was at a loss for a moment, even with those innocent and tender eyes for a few seconds.

He scratched his head and hid behind He Mingyu subconsciously. He stuck out his head crookedly and pursed his mouth, "You guys came so early."

The director thought that we could pay too much for this morning.

However, the chief director has not had time to express himself.

Talking about sitting in the baby chair next to him drinking milk has been the first to discover Dad.

The little boy ignored He Mingyu’s air-conditioning, and also killed the director’s opportunity to perform. Chao Tanqing, who danced first, showed a bright smile with four small deciduous teeth: "Baba!"