My daughter is so annoying

Yang Yueyue, who was in the backstage of Mango TV's rehearsal, looked at her phone and was stunned for a moment, then quickly typed back: "Okay, but I won't arrive in Shanghai until around ten o'clock."

"I'm waiting for you~"

"It's almost time for our rehearsal, let's not talk for now."

"Okay, you go first."

Turning off the phone, Fang Cheng happily ran upstairs, lay comfortably on the bed and fell asleep.

The next morning.

Fang Cheng used the grocery shopping software to order a variety of hard and vegetarian dishes.

Putting Qingqing in the stroller, Fang Cheng made Qingqing laugh from time to time while preparing the evening New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen.

After a busy day, Fang Cheng hugged Qingqing and glanced at the time on the wall, and said with a smile, "It's already six o'clock, and mother will be back in four hours. Qingqing, are you happy?"

"Bajibaji~" Qingqing raised her hands high, trying to grab Fang Cheng's nose.

"Are you hungry again?" Fang Cheng made another bottle of milk powder, and after feeding, he began to sing a lullaby to make Qingqing fall asleep first.

Fang Cheng put on the apron again, turned on the TV to play the Spring Festival Gala on Mango Channel, and Fang Cheng began to cook the New Year's Eve dinner.

After more than an hour, it was finally the turn of Yang Yueyue's girl group to play. Fang Cheng washed his hands, sat on the sofa, and watched with relish.

"Come on, let's play, let's go home after the show."

After singing and dancing a group song, Yang Yueyue finally left.

Fang Cheng took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message: "Qingqing and I are waiting for you at home. (●'?'●)?(?????)"

Yang Yueyue replied quickly: "I'm on my way to the airport now."

When Fang Cheng saw the news, he immediately got up and started frying all the prepared ingredients.

Two hours later, the round table was filled with more than a dozen dishes. Fang Cheng never dreamed that one day he would be able to go to the hall and the kitchen. Sure enough, men were forced out.

"Ding dong ding dong."

The doorbell rang, and Fang Cheng hurried out of the yard and opened the door.

Yang Yueyue was still wearing the skirt she wore during the performance, and only a pair of thin flesh-colored stockings on her lower body.

Fang Cheng was puzzled, "Why do you wear so little?"

Yang Yueyue walked into the courtyard, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "I rushed over after I got off the stage, and I didn't have time to change clothes."

"Come inside."

Fang Cheng glanced outside, and after seeing no one secretly taking pictures, he closed the courtyard door and followed Yang Yueyue into the living room.

"This... you did all this?"

Fang Cheng scratched his head and said, "Yes, I just made it."

Yang Yueyue was silent for a long time, then suddenly turned around and hugged Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng was surprised.

Why are you hugging me?

Does it mean that if you want to capture a woman's heart, you must first capture her stomach?

"Fang Cheng, thank you, I haven't felt this kind of home for a long time."

Fang Cheng smiled softly: "Thank you for telling me, Qingqing is still sleeping upstairs, and she should be waking up soon, but let's eat first."

"it is good."

Fang Cheng took a pair of bowls and chopsticks and handed them to Yang Yueyue.

At this time, the sound of fireworks and firecrackers was heard outside, Fang Cheng got up and said, "Qingqing is timid, she can't sleep when she hears the sound, I'll go up and have a look, you eat first."

After finishing speaking, Fang Cheng ran upstairs, and as expected, Qingqing had woken up, Fang Cheng held her in his arms, and whispered to her: "Chinese New Year, my Qingqing is one year older, and Papa is also one year older. .”

"Ba~"

Qingqing made a sound.

Fang Cheng was stunned for a moment, he quickly walked downstairs with Qingqing in his arms, and excitedly said out of breath, "Qingqing called me Papa, Qingqing called me Papa."

Fang Cheng was about to burst into tears.

"Ba~ba~"

This time the voice was clearer.

Fang Cheng burst into tears, this feeling is indescribable, and cannot be described in words at all.

Seeing Fang Cheng crying, Yang Yueyue didn't know why she started crying too.

"Ba...ba..."

Fang Cheng gave Qingqing a big kiss on the face, then put Qingqing in Yang Yueyue's arms and said, "I'm going to make milk, you can hold her for a while."

After Yang Yueyue took it, she sat down at the dinner table and kept teasing: "Qingqing, call me mom."

"Baba..."

"Call mom."

"Baba..."

Yang Yueyue glanced at Fang Cheng very aggrieved, obviously jealous.

Fang Cheng handed the soaked milk powder to Yang Yueyue and said with a smile: "You can't blame me, Qingqing just likes me a little more, isn't there an old saying? My daughter is my father's little lover in his previous life."

Yang Yueyue took the bottle and fed it, while replying: "Don't be too happy, Qingqing will call mom soon."

"Baba..."

"Haha~"

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Chapter 22 Picking a newcomer

The New Year's Eve dinner for the three of them didn't end until after eleven o'clock.