mousepad-d2 Chapter 738 "Warmth Spreads" Their son wants to sneak into me
Chapter 738 "Warmth Spreads" Their son wants to sneak into me
Even though Wen Jingyan was seen, he didn't panic, and turned away without saying a word, and didn't answer her words.
Wen Zhiming and Han Qingman sat on the same sofa, and laughed after hearing this: "Miss Han is probably the first person to praise Yan'er's cuteness besides Yan'er's mother."
Han Qingman looked surprised, her eyes widened: "Really, how can such a cute little brother be called cute by no one!"
"In the eyes of a mother, a child is always cute," Wen Zhiming said, "I'm a little curious, what angle does Miss Han look at, can she see cuteness?"
Would he not understand the children he brought up?
The word cute has never had anything to do with Yan'er.
Han Qingman supported her cheek with her left hand, looked at the person on the right and said with a smile: "That may also be maternal love! Who told Yanyan Yanyan to be brothers? I am Yanyan's mother fan, so naturally I can She is Yanyan's mother fan."
"I'm old, and I have a generation gap with you young people," Wen Zhiming couldn't understand, "What is a mother fan, this is the first time I've heard of it."
Wen Jingyan looked at the past: "It's probably not a good word."
Even if he doesn't know what "mother fan" means, he can hear "mother's love" clearly.
She was aggressive in taking advantage of him.
"It's not a good word," Han Qingman explained, "Mom fans are fans who love idols like their children."
"That's really inappropriate," Wen Zhiming said after hearing this, "If you become Yan'er's mother fan, wouldn't you be in the same generation as me?"
"No, no," Han Qingman said hastily, "How dare I be the same age as Master Wen. I was joking, not really a mother."
"I don't understand," Wen Zhiming stood up, "Since we're talking about this, Miss Han likes Yan'er so much, do you want to see the photos of Yan'er when she was a child?"
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"Can you?" Han Qingman sat cross-legged and raised her hand, "I want to see it! Manman wants to see it!"
"It's your mother who wants to see it," Wen Zhiming said. "She just talked to me about your childhood. It's probably because the treatment was too painful. Listening to her voice is exhausting and not very happy. If you let her see your old photos , maybe I can feel better."
Wen Jingyan didn't say anything more, it was a tacit agreement.
"You accompany Miss Han first, and I'll get the photo."
Han Qingman changed her posture.
She embraced a pillow, holding a small plate of sliced dragon fruit in her hand, leaning back in a very relaxed posture, watching her TV leisurely, inserting a small piece into her mouth.
With her appearance like that, those who didn't know thought she was in her own home, so she was not polite at all.
On the TV, Qu Ying, the wife of the general she played, was dancing in the mansion.
This drama is a group portrait drama, there is no lingering love drama that reaches the end of the world, and there are no popular idols. The actors are all veteran dramas, which belong to the political drama. It is too complicated and difficult to understand. Young people with little experience are not very good. love to watch.
"I filmed this drama two years ago, and it has been suppressed," Han Qingman said while eating, "Yunjiang Satellite TV bought the exclusive broadcast rights of "Dajiangshan", and their young master wanted to lie to me, and was caught by me." He was beaten into the hospital, and from then on, it was said that if I don't apologize for a day, my drama will not be available for a day."
"..." Wen Jingyan was silent.
He didn't ask again.
"Tsk, look, he won't be tough for long, and I didn't apologize, so it's going to be aired now?" Han Qingman smiled, "That's all he can do."
Of course Han Qingman could ask the Shen family for help. If the Shen family came forward, Yunjiang Satellite TV would definitely not dare to suppress her drama, but she didn't want to.
In fact, this was also a request made by Han Qingman and Shen Xiangting themselves, and the Shen family was not allowed to intervene in their business.
In order to avoid suspicion, Han Qingman didn't even sign Yunting Galaxy.
"Are you curious why I didn't ask the Shen family for help?"
"..."
He is not.
"I don't want to..." Han Qingman said to herself, paused, and suddenly laughed, "I'm the queen of the Buddha family, what's the point of suppressing me for a drama, even if I'm blocked, I'm not afraid. Enough time for me to have a good time.”
"Oh." After a long while, Wen Jingyan finally responded with one word.
On the big TV screen, there is a big drum with a diameter of two meters in the center of the courtyard. Qu Ying, dressed in smooth and bright red silk, stands on the drum with her bare feet. With the sound of the drum, the graceful figure rotates lightly, and the cloak is danced like a water sleeve, flexibly thrown and retracted.
As Qu Ying dances, the bells on her ankles jingle, and the rhythm can be heard clearly when the rhythm stops suddenly.
The most important thing is that Qu Ying's clothes are a bit Persian-style, a little more than a tube top, with some beads falling down and her belly button exposed.
It is a dress that does not conform to historical dynasties.
Seeing this, Wen Jingyan finally spoke first: "Is Lucheng like this called a drama?"