From now on, the actor Daddy's ancient costume will become popular all over the Internet

Chapter 5 Work
Song Qianming didn't sleep all night, just watching over his daughter, the child's face was flushed.

In fact, according to the way he was raised in his previous life, there should be a lot of wet nurses, maids, and wives around the child.

But in this life, there is no such condition for the time being, but he will not let this embarrassing situation last for too long.

Besides, the child has just come to him, so it's good to bring some feelings to him personally, so why don't we keep alienating him?He can't bear it.

Seeing his daughter sleeping soundly, Song Qianming didn't dare to make other noises, just kept smiling and watching, feeling that he couldn't get enough of it.

So as soon as Youhuan woke up, she met her father's eyes full of love, and then smiled shyly and huddled under the quilt.

"Now that you're awake, get up. Zuzu must have cooked delicious food for us. Dad can already smell the fragrance." He raised the child with both hands, imitating what he learned from the phone last night, and gave it to him. You Huan kissed him on the forehead.

Maybe it was because the release last night was fully taken care of, or maybe it was because the first thing she saw her father when she woke up in the morning, Youhuan laughed a little, and finally she didn't hide herself like the previous two days , and at the same time returned a kiss to Song Qianming.

Feeling the soft touch on his cheek, Song Qianming felt that he was really wise, and completely forgot how he hated kissing when he read the article last night.

After the father and daughter finished washing up, Wen Lanxin had already made a table full of breakfast and put it on the dining table. There were many types, but the quantity was not large. The father and daughter's stomachs were already growling just by the smell.

It's strange to say, whether it was the simple dinner yesterday or the home-cooked breakfast this morning, Song Qianming obviously had enough delicacies from mountains and seas in his previous life, but seeing these made him even more appetite.

"Drink a bowl of vegetable porridge to warm your stomach first." Just when he wanted to drink porridge first, his grandmother had already filled two bowls and placed them in front of their father and daughter.

"Try it, it's been two years since you've had it, right? Let's see if grandma's craftsmanship has deteriorated."

The old man groaned and said, "It's good to drink with him, how dare you dislike it?"

"If you want to talk too much, even if you have food, you can't stop your mouth."

The old man stopped talking. Seeing that the old lady didn't serve him and just ate pickles angrily, Song Qianming and Youhuan couldn't help but laugh.

"Grandpa, this bowl is for you." Song Qianming took the initiative to serve the old man a bowl.

He made the old man feel uncomfortable in an instant: "Eat yours well, don't worry about me, your grandma didn't cook much at first, serve me this bowl, what do you drink?"

"This bowl is enough for me, and there are other things."

The old man didn't know how to answer the conversation, his eyes were even red.

The old lady looked at them with a smile. Don't look at the old man's unforgiving mouth, he is actually very sentimental. Both the grandpa and grandson used to be stubborn. Now that the grandson expresses his opinion first, the old man doesn't know what to do. Still feel guilty.

After a warm breakfast, Song Qianming talked about his plan: "Grandpa, grandma, I want to leave tomorrow."

"Are you in such a hurry?" The old man looked at him eagerly.

Song Qianming patted Youhuan's head and said, "If I'm the only one, it doesn't matter how I live. If you can, there will be Youhuan to raise. I think I will do my best to give her the best."

"But because the reporter suddenly revealed the existence of Huanhuan, those fans who liked you became black fans, and you were asked to quit the entertainment industry. Do you still have a chance when you go back now?"

"Grandpa, do you still know black fans?" Song Qianming asked in surprise.

The old lady explained from the side: "Ever since you entered the entertainment circle, your grandfather hasn't paid attention to you for a day. A few days ago he got into a fight with those black fans because of these things. You haven't seen him like that... "

"You're talking nonsense again. How can I be like that? Now that the Internet is so developed, I just happened to see it." The old man began to refuse to admit it again.

Song Qianming understood, based on his current popularity as an [-]th-tier star, if he doesn't deliberately search, it's really not easy to find news about him. The most topical topic about him on the Internet may be when a reporter exposed him. The matter of unmarried girls.

"If you really like to be a star, then go for it, but what if your fans are so resistant to Youhuan now?"

Song Qianming said seriously: "I will not hide the existence of Youhuan. Youhuan is my daughter. No one can deny it. I will not lie because some fans don't like it."

"It's good that you have your own ideas, but with such black material, it will become more and more difficult in this circle in the future. I think your company has already given up on you. Otherwise, it's been a few days, and you can't have no public relations at all. Do it." This is exactly where the old man is angry, what kind of black-hearted company is so irresponsible.

"From the very beginning, I didn't just want to be a simple idol. It's fine now. The character is broken, and I can be myself in the future. If there is no notice, I will just play tricks. One day I will rely on The strength conquers the audience."

"So ambitious!" The old man yelled, "That's right, look at the makeup you used to put on, like ghosts and ghosts, I really don't know what aesthetics the young people have now, how clean and refreshing you look now .”

Song Qianming smiled helplessly: "Grandpa, you can't say that, some stage makeup needs to be exaggerated to be effective, and life makeup is not like that."

"You always have your reasons. I can't say no to you. In short, you have to keep your feet on the ground in the future. If you have the opportunity to perform more of those main themes, I have this for you." He awkwardly took out a bank card, "Password It's your birthday."

"Grandpa, I'm already this old, how can I ask for your money?" Song Qianming refused to accept it.

The old man stared: "Are you still being polite to me? You think I don't know that you little stars are actually squeezed out by the company. You work hard and have little money. You may not have any job opportunities when you go back, and you have to raise money." Huanhuan, you can't let Huanhuan stay at home alone when you are working, you have to hire a nanny, assistant or something, where do you get the money? Or let us two old people go with you, you Wherever you go, we will follow you to bring Huanhuan."

"How can I do that?" Song Qianming subconsciously objected, "You are so old, how can I let you worry about it? And you are used to it here, follow me here and there, what if there is something wrong with your body?"

"So you keep the money. If you don't keep it, we will worry more at home. If we can't eat, drink or sleep well, won't it affect our health as well?"

"Okay, just listen to your grandpa." Wen Lanxin put the bank card directly in Song Qianming's hand, "Take it, grandma and your grandpa both know that you are a filial child and can't bear to use our money, but grandpa and grandma both You have a retirement salary, and you don’t usually have big expenses, and it’s useless to keep the money in your hands. You use it first, and if you’re really sorry, then wait until you make money and come back with double filial piety.”

Now that the words have come to this point, Song Qianming can't accept it, and his heart is sour.

(End of this chapter)