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Once, twice, almost every time she was defeated by his coquetry. Yu Bingqing was really helpless, but she couldn't bear to hurt such a cute child, so she could only cast her eyes on Fu Liangchuan again.

"You didn't do anything wrong. The one who did it was Dad. Be good. Go upstairs first, and I'll ask you to come down later."

Fu Liangchuan answered from the back, bent down and put Fu Lianqing down, patted him on the shoulder as comfort, and then ordered.

Seeing the child go upstairs, Yu Bingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief, and this time went directly downstairs.

"Wait a moment."

He wanted to just pass by Fu Liangchuan in such a quiet manner, but the next time they talked, they were about to quarrel, and now they had nothing to say, but they were still pulled by the wrist.

"What else do you want to say?"

"Why are you so indifferent to your child? Do you really think it's not your child? Just because it's not your child?"

No one looked back, Yu Bingqing's voice was still cold, while Fu Liangchuan was full of repulsion. To be honest, he could bear all the sarcasm, even revenge, but the only thing he couldn't accept was that Yu Bingqing Indifference to children.

"He's your child, that's enough."

Shaking off his hand fiercely, Yu Bingqing finished speaking mercilessly, then turned and left.

The downstairs was always bustling, and no one seemed to have noticed the scene here, but Qiu Lianyu was always paying attention. Seeing that Yu Bingqing went upstairs with a bad complexion, and then came back with an even uglier complexion, he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Are you OK?"

Seeing her coming down, Qiu Lianyu hurried up and asked with concern.

No answer, just simply shook his head, Yu Bingqing went to the kitchen again, but this time he didn't know what to do and kept busy.

The preparations for the beach party were finally completed, and the group headed towards the beach with high spirits. Standing on the clean beach, they shouted excitedly at the sea surface that was connected to the sky.

While everyone was busy studying how to play, Yu Bingqing had already started to squat down and dig a hole on the beach.

Qiu Lianyu followed beside her, without asking why, but calmly helping her.

Seeing the extra hands, Yu Bingqing paused unexpectedly, her eyes met, then staggered, and continued.

Soon, an arm-length deep pit was dug. Standing up, Yu Bingqing took out the candle and lighter that he had prepared earlier from his pocket, then Qiu Lianyu's body shielded himself from the wind, lit the candle, and then carefully put it away. into the hole.

Gradually, someone noticed their behavior and leaned over to take a look.

Those who experienced the tsunami understood that this was paying homage to the undead, so those who were particularly devout shut their mouths, closed their eyes quietly, and stood in place to pray.

Just after changing his clothes, Fu Liangchuan, who followed Fu Lianqing, still didn't understand what was going on, and was watching their behavior in surprise.

When they came to the front, they finally understood what they were doing. They frowned slightly, didn't say anything, and didn't interrupt. Instead, they pulled the child, sat quietly on the side, and watched quietly.

This scene looked very warm, after all, it was a team that valued feelings, but in Fu Liangchuan's eyes, it was a completely different feeling.

At this moment, Yu Bingqing is shining with kindness, but she seems to be far away from herself.

It's like standing in another world, doing something with another group of people who are in the same world as her, but in that world, there is no self, but there are other men, such as Qiu Lianyu.

"Daddy, what are they doing?"

He casually took an orange and handed it to Fu Liangchuan, hoping that he would peel it off for himself. Fu Lianqing pointed to the adults who consciously formed a circle not far away, and asked curiously.

"I'm doing a very pious and serious thing."

There is no way to talk about death with a child, Fu Liangchuan consciously took the orange and helped to peel it, so he had to explain it to him in a relatively gentle way.

After another meeting, everyone finally opened their eyes and left the small circle.

A memorial ceremony is a memorial ceremony, but you still have to be happy to be happy.

Fu Liangchuan prepared a lot of fruits, plus the gimbap and various snacks that everyone prepared spontaneously, it was a great time to play.

Yu Bingqing, who didn't eat well at first, is almost full now under everyone's leadership.

Time passed unknowingly, playing with water, playing games, everyone gathered together, the posture of the bonfire party finally gradually appeared when the sun went down, the director kept staring at the moon to determine the shooting time, other people were around the bonfire, someone had already Put on a blanket.

Fu Lianqing hadn't slept yet, but her eyes were wide open, staring at her mother who had become inexplicably indifferent to her.

He felt a little lost in his heart.I don't understand why Mommy suddenly doesn't want me anymore, she is so indifferent to me, and she is not friendly to Daddy at all, but she laughs happily with other men.

It was another night shooting, and by the time it was all over, Fu Lianqing had already slept soundly, while Yu Bingqing was dragging her tired body, walking upstairs, ready to go to the room to have a good rest.

As soon as he reached the third floor, the door on the side suddenly opened, and he saw Fu Liangchuan carefully coming out from the inside, and closing the door carefully, all the way lightly.

After recalling it for a while, thinking that the child might be sleeping inside, Yu Bingqing deliberately slowed down.

——"Well...why are you making no sound at all, you startled me!"

Without any mental preparation, Fu Liangchuan was almost taken aback when he turned around and saw Yu Bingqing suddenly appearing. He subconsciously took two steps back before speaking in a low voice.

"I didn't mean to scare you. Is your son asleep?"

The emotions have eased up a lot, and she doesn't want to keep struggling, not to mention, she is willing to be patient when dealing with children.

"Well, but he is also your son."

"...It may be useful for you to brainwash the child, and it may be useful for you to be careful, but for me, no."

The complexion that had calmed down once again returned to livid, Yu Bingqing said unceremoniously, turned around and entered her room.

Looking at the closed door, Fu Liangchuan frowned, and suddenly remembered that he came out to answer the call, so he quickly took out his phone and walked downstairs.

With her back against the door panel of the room, Yu Bingqing felt very complicated.

In fact, for a moment, she really hoped that Fu Lianqing would be her child. When she was pregnant, she had imagined countless times what her child would be like.

Now Fu Lianqing is smart and cute, but has a sensible and mature appearance, which is exactly what she wants most, so she cherishes and loves this child very much.

But after thinking about it, I still can only laugh at myself, some things are nothing more than fantasies.

At the other end, Qiu Lianyu heard Fu Liangchuan's voice coming downstairs, so he pressed the hand that had been on the doorknob, and entered the room with a blank expression.

He came back with Yu Bingqing, and stopped directly on the second floor, but unexpectedly heard the conversation between the two, and felt a little more depressed.

Early the next morning, what woke Yu Bingqing was not the noise of the crew in the morning, but another clanging sound.

When she finally gave up sleeping, got up from the bed, washed her face, put on the mask leisurely, and walked downstairs, she finally realized that it was another group, people she knew well. up.

It was none other than Wei Fan who had called to ask him before.

Seeing a group of people coming in carrying equipment, Yu Bingqing knew in her heart that this was because she had successfully obtained the developer's permission to enter the villa for a special program.

Standing on the railing and taking a look, Yu Bingqing hurried back to the room before everyone noticed her, took off the mask, and started to put on makeup.

Soon a simple fresh light makeup is painted.

Yu Bingqing just came out of the room and greeted everyone generously.

"HELLO Wei Fan, you guys are so early?"

"Oh? Did we bother you? I heard that we were filming all night last night. I'm sorry for waking you up so early, but there is no way. We set up the camera in advance. You know, this kind of program..."

Wei Fan's answer was very kind and very acceptable. Yu Bingqing didn't care about these things, after all, since the day she chose to be an artist, she had no such room.

"It's okay. I'm already awake anyway. Is it okay for you to shoot like this? Our TV drama director may be angry?"

Seeing someone set up the camera in a very conspicuous place, Yu Bingqing became a little worried.

"There's nothing to worry about. It's nothing more than a few machines, which can be moved away at any time. Anyway, as long as the small house and hidden machines don't move, it's OK. Oh, by the way, I heard that your popularity has skyrocketed recently. Variety show wants you to be a guest, what do you think?"

As expected of a young director, he is very motivated when he does things. Faced with Yu Bingqing's question, Wei Fan waved his hand and didn't care much.

Anyway, these things can be easily resolved.

Just suddenly remembered my friend's request, and hurriedly spoke to her.

"What variety show?"

Having suffered from the reality show, Yu Bingqing now only thinks that as long as it is not a reality show, everything else is fine and acceptable.

Besides, she now feels that such shows can indeed increase exposure and attract fans, so she is actually looking forward to other variety shows.

"The ones about emotions are the kind of confession programs. A guest comes up, tells a story, and then chats with the protagonist of the stock market."

Wei Fan just said something casually, and Yu Bingqing already knew what was going on.

Isn't the show he was talking about the popular variety show right now?
Because the plot was too tortuous, it was once on the hot search, saying that they all have scripts.

However, I have experienced so much personally, and I am a professional student of acting, so I can tell at a glance whether I am performing or not.

Yu Bingqing thought at the time that this show was really good, but she never thought that she would be able to receive such an invitation one day.

"It would be best if you are interested. My friend is a producer. I hope I can help invite you."

Seeing her interested expression, Wei Fan was also very happy. Since it was the best of both worlds, of course it had to be facilitated.

"I just have a question, that show...does it have a script?"

Seriously holding Wei Fan who was nodding, Yu Bingqing couldn't be serious, and asked after him like a curious baby.

"Well... I don't know, probably not. Otherwise, why not make some more exciting ones, and it's better to directly shoot TV dramas."

Also as a colleague, these things can actually be understood by each other, but laymen, just watching the fun, of course feel a little bumpy, which is not like the real thing.

However, just like what Wei Fan said, since it is necessary to shoot a script, it is better to simply exaggerate and attract people's attention than this.

"That's right, haha."