Transmigration: Raising the Child of the Male Lead Boss

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"You eat it yourself, Mommy is an adult."

"After eating, go out to play with Uncle Lin, he will take you to your favorite zoo."

The little bun pouted, and snorted softly.

When Yu Yaoyao heard about the zoo, her bright eyes turned dark in an instant.

The place she is most afraid of now is here.

Thinking of her previous treatment, she didn't like the zoo at all.

She quickly gave Baozi a regretful look, "Mummy is at home and waits for the good cub to come back. We will have a water fight tonight, and then take a bath together."

The little bun's face turned a little brighter, the corners of his drooping mouth raised a little, and he gave a heavy hum.

Picking up his small spoon, he quickly stuffed small noodles into his mouth to eat.

One bite after another, it was stuffed into a bulging bag, and it tasted delicious.

Zhao Yu looked at the camera and soon realized that Yu Yaoyao next to this little guy was exactly like him.

Her cheeks were even more bulging, and she didn't know how much noodles she put into her mouth.

The mother and son were like coming out of the same mold.

Shen Yichong's eyebrows sank: "Eat slowly, or there will be no next meal."

Yu Yaoyao suddenly let out a pitiful cry, stared at the water, and slowly chewed and swallowed.

The little bun looked at Mommy sympathetically, and the little hand helped her smooth the back.

His own small mouth also chewed as fast as a hamster.

After a few pats on the back, he withdrew his little hand and stuffed a new mouthful of noodles into his mouth.

How can there be such a sensible child! ?

Zhao Yu looked at this picture, and then looked at Shen Yichong with an unfathomable face, his expression was a little dazed.

How can he be a man, his career is successful, his wife is attractive, and his son can be so sensible?

According to the information, this child is less than five years old, right?

Zhao Yu remembered that when his son was five and a half years old, he wanted his mother to feed him. Even if he chased after him, it would take half an hour to finish a bowl of rice. Eating a meal was like fighting a war.

But this little guy Shen Rui, not only eats well, but also knows how to take care of Mommy's meals!

What a fairy son! How did Mr. Shen teach it?

Zhao Yu was a little lost.

In a blink of an eye, Xiao Baozi devoured a small bowl of noodles, not even half a shallot.

Although there was some reluctance and regret on his face, he still obediently carried a small schoolbag and went out with Shen Lin.

After Yu Yaoyao said goodbye affectionately to the little bun, she instantly collapsed on the sofa.

"Okay, let's shoot."

She paralyzed zhēn rén show generously.

Zhao Yu wiped away his sweat, "You can do the things you usually do at home, any..."

"I usually lie down like this," Yu Yaoyao raised her face, looked at the ceiling, and let out a sigh of ah from her soul, "Look at the sky, look at the wall, when you're full, just sit still, slowly Digesting food, it's comfortable..."

Zhao Yu opened his mouth silently and looked at Shen Yichong next to him for help.

"Look at the script."

Shen Yichong understood the director's request for help in seconds, looked down at the paralyzed Yu Yaoyao, and took a small blanket to cover her clean calf.

"You're starring in Director Zhou's new drama, and you've finished reciting your lines?"

"And the final of "Stage", how are you preparing? "The Theoretical Basis of Stage Performance", have you finished reading the book?"

Zhao Yu's excited heart instantly cooled.

The sweet interaction between the two he was looking forward to, how did it instantly become a review site for the college entrance examination?

He couldn't help but look at Shen Yichong with resentment.

Originally, I thought that there was nothing to shoot while sleeping paralyzed, but now, as soon as Mr. Shen opened his mouth, there was nothing to shoot in an instant.

And Yu Yaoyao's dream that was paralyzed was completely shattered in an instant.

She struggled while holding the little blanket almost pitifully.

"Can you... no? I'll just set the makeup tomorrow."

Shen Yichong's face was cold, no.

"If you don't read the script, you don't understand the characters, how do you take a makeup photo? What expression do you use?"

"The director sees you, you must at least meet the passing line so as not to let the other party down."

Yu Yaoyao pursed her mouth instantly, her beautiful watery eyes filled with anguish.

Reluctantly, he got up, moved to the side of the coffee table, and pulled out the script below.

"I'm going to wash the dishes, and I'll recite your lines later."

Shen Yichong leaned over from behind her, reached out and opened the script she was holding.

From a distance, it was as if he folded his arms and hugged the petite her in his arms.

However, what he said was very damaging to the atmosphere.

"Your play, from this page, onwards... recite three pages, while I wash the dishes. If you recite a wrong sentence, it will be done tonight.

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