Vegetable Husband: I love you so much, I pretend

Mrs. Song stroked her temples and turned sideways to let them in.

Thinking that everyone might not be up at this moment, the program team deliberately took a light step.

But it's all here, and the old QD also wants to chat with her for a while, after all, every family needs to have an interview.

"This...Director Qin, it may not be convenient for me." Mrs. Song said apologetically.

"Don't worry, we won't edit randomly. If you have checked my information, you should know that I have no other skills, but the main thing is the truth." Qin Di said.

Yes, the director's original name is Qin Di.

But because he is too cheap and has too many brains, everyone calls him old and wicked.

What he said was true, that is, the existence that didn't even bother to give those traffics a beautification.

As a result, the real appearance and height of several geigeis were exposed.

Being chased and scolded by Geigei's fans.

Then he exposed all the words that these fans scolded him on the Internet, delivered gifts to the police station, and even set up his call forwarding for a period of time, which was set up by his lawyer team, and began to collect evidence after connecting.

"I know, I know the director."

"I've watched all of the director's documentaries." Mrs. Song hurriedly explained: "I just have something to do."

QD nodded: "Then you go to work first."

He's just wicked, but not rude.

Hearing this, Mrs. Song nodded to him gratefully, brought some tea, and then went to work.

She didn't go upstairs either, she just cleaned up at home.

Mopping the floor, drying clothes, tidying the garden, from 5 o'clock to 6 o'clock, without stopping for a minute, and starting to cook after 1 o'clock.

At 6:7.8, a little girl about [-] years old came down from upstairs.

very cute~~
QD gave the assistant a gesture and typed a code for the little girl.

If it wasn't for the parents who specifically told the children that they wanted to be on TV, he would usually call the children. One is for the sake of safety, so as not to be targeted by human traffickers.One is to protect the mentality of children.

He has seen too many children who have filmed TV dramas or variety shows prematurely entered the big dye vat of the entertainment industry, from a piece of white paper to colorful black, very muddy.

The little girl was also very polite, and after greeting them one by one, she rushed to her mother.

"Mommy, dad wants Xiaolongbao, brother wants grilled chicken pizza, brother wants cuttlefish and vegetable dumplings, grandma wants fried dough sticks with soy milk, don't want plain soy milk."

The little girl whispered to her mother.

"it is good."

Mrs. Song hugged her daughter, helped her comb her hair, and went to get ready.

The little girl looked at the kitchen for a while, then went to the shelf next to it, picked up the watering pot and went outside to water the flowers.

The sun was shining gently on the little girl's white dress, which looked very beautiful, but for some reason, everyone in the program team felt that this picture was a bit inconsistent.

But Qin Di has never been someone who will define according to a shot or scene.

He waited patiently, and found that although Mrs. Song was busy in the kitchen, the snacks and fruits on their table were never broken, and the tea was always hot.

What a powerful focus!
Near 7 o'clock, the sound of footsteps was heard again in the house.

An old lady came down from upstairs, and she was taken aback when she saw a group of people in the room.

"Who are you! Who told you to come to our house early in the morning? Xiao Chenchen, what are you doing?"

Mrs. Song Xiao Chenchen was taken aback, and was about to speak when another figure appeared on the stairs.

A middle-aged man, about 40 years old.

His tall and straight figure makes people can't help but notice his existence.His black hair was slightly grizzled, combed neatly on top of his head, revealing a hint of maturity and stability.His eyes were deep and sharp, revealing a sly light, which seemed to hide infinite secrets.

The man glanced at his wife in the kitchen first, then walked quickly to the old lady: "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"This is Director Qin. He came to our house to film a variety show. Did you forget? I told you."

After finishing speaking, he walked downstairs quickly, walked to the kitchen, and hugged his wife's shoulders affectionately: "Chenchen, didn't I tell you that I didn't feel well and then rested? Why did I get up to cook again? It doesn't matter if the house is dirty."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old lady couldn't help screaming: "How can this work! You have asthma. If the house is not clean, you will easily get sick!"

Song Yu cast a disapproving glance at the old lady: "Mom, I'm already this old, and I'm not a porcelain doll. How can I get sick so easily?"

Song Yu: "Besides, Chenchen is not feeling well either."

"Chenchen, don't do it, let's go out to eat, how about having morning tea at your favorite Baoyuelou? The director should come too." Song Yu laughed.

He looked at his wife with gentle eyes and a good tone of voice.

He also helped his wife beat his mother.

But for some reason, several female staff members present found that they couldn't move their words.

Maybe it was too early?No appetite for CP?
At this moment, Xiao Chenchen, who had been silent all this time, said, "I've already done it."

"No need to go out to eat."

And she doesn't like morning tea very much, what she likes is northern breakfast, spicy soup, soy milk and salty milk tea.

It's not that the Cantonese style is bad, it's just that she doesn't like it.

Hearing her words, Mrs. Song immediately said: "You heard me, it's her who doesn't want to go out, it's not me who abused him."

"Has my soy milk been ground? Just put it on the table. Don't give it to me. I don't dare to tire you." The old lady turned around and went upstairs after speaking.

Xiao Chenchen didn't speak.

A few minutes later, their two sons also came down.

They are very polite and take their own food.

But that indescribable sense of disobedience has never dissipated.

Watching Song Yu finish his meal like an uncle, sitting there watching his wife tidy up.

Little QQ couldn't stand it any longer, and asked, "Mr. Song, as far as I know, you and your wife are both in Los Angeles, why did you sign up for our program?"

Song Yu smiled slightly, and straightened her back when the camera pointed at herself: "I am busy with work, so I straightened up when the camera pointed at me. I often travel on business, and I think this is a good opportunity for me to be with my wife."

As he spoke, he looked affectionately at his wife in the kitchen.His eyes were almost floating, but his body remained as motionless as if he was sitting on a chair.

Seeing that his wife ignored him, he said again: "My wife is shy and not good at words, so she didn't cause you any trouble."

Qin Di picked up her teacup and smiled slightly: "Trouble? No, how could it be?"

He glanced at his watch and said in a low voice, "But it's time now, it's time to go."

"Mrs. Song, can you come back and wash your dishes?"

The words were addressed to Xiao Chenchen, but the person watching was Song Yu.