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Little Huzi ran to his mother's side, took a sip of water from the cup.

"Aniang, that little brother gave me a gift, he actually knew that I like to read comic books."

The woman wiped the little tiger's sweat and showed a kind smile: "Those people are either rich or expensive, so don't offend them."

"No, Auntie, I'm very obedient. I don't have anything else to do, I'm good."

The woman took Huzi's hand and asked him to sit beside her,

"Huzi, do you feel familiar when you see that little sister? It's the little girl named Lingling, do you have any impression?"

A little white girl appeared in Huzi's mind. She was really too white, like a glutinous rice ball, white and cute.

Huzi scratched his head embarrassingly: "Sister Lingling is the most beautiful sister I have ever seen."

The woman is called Xiu Niang, and her eyes are kind and gentle: "You child, I asked you if you had any impression of her, but you said she was good-looking."

"Aniang, you want to say, have you seen sister Lingling?"

Xiuniang got the answer, it seems that Huzi doesn't remember Lingling at all.

Could it be that she remembered wrongly?

……

Lingling opened her eyes, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and the day's shooting was about to start again.

"Sister Zhuzhu, get up quickly."

Ai Zhuzhu rubbed her eyes, sat up in a daze, and then lay down again.

"Sister Lingling, I'm so tired, I really want to sleep for a while."

Lingling started to put on shoes for herself, put on the shoes, lay down beside the bed and softly coaxed Ai Zhenzhu.

"Sister Zhuzhu, if you don't get up, you will be late, and you will be the last child to wake up."

finally?
Ai Zhuzhu, who was on the verge of winning, opened her eyes, and said fiercely: "Hmph, I don't want to be the last one, I want to get up."

Ai Zhuzhu sat up and quickly tidied herself up.

The two children tied each other's hair, wearing chaotic and stylish styles, and went hand in hand to wake Lin Yifeng up.

Everyone in the program team was about to laugh. Lin Yifeng, a parent, wants his children to call him out. This generation of parents is not easy to lead.

"Uncle, wake up."

"Uncle, wake up."

Lin Yifeng's violent temper was about to explode, and he suddenly realized that he was recording a program, and the voices of Lingling and Ai Zhuzhu pulled him back to reality.

"Lingling, Pearl, you wake up so early."

"Uncle, if you don't get up again, the sun will be setting."

Lin Yifeng: "..."

Why does this heart-piercing knife always stab him?

Lin Yifeng smiled awkwardly but politely, got up quickly, washed his face, and scratched his hair.

When he packed it up, he was stunned.

"Lingling, Pearl, your hair... is this really okay?"

Both children had their hair tied together, and neither of them knew how to tie their hair, so they almost turned their hair into a chicken coop.

"Uncle, do you know how to tie your hair? Why don't you help us tie our hair."

Lingling also looked at Lin Yifeng full of expectation, so that Lin Yifeng almost gave herself a big mouth.

Have a good mouth, why do you have to speak?Can't you keep your mouth shut?

Facing the camera, Lin Yifeng touched his hair awkwardly: "Pearl, I...I don't know how to tie my hair."

"Uncle, it turns out that you don't know how to tie your hair. I thought you would, which made me so excited for so long."

Lin Yifeng was even more embarrassed, he really wanted to gag Ai Zhuzhu's mouth.

Lin Yifeng could only laugh along with him, using a smile to cover up his embarrassment.

At the same time, Lin Mobei came out of his room holding a comb.

"Lingling, I'll tie your hair for you."

The comb in Lin Mobei's hand seemed to have been brought out from the Lin family. Lin Yifeng had seen it on Lingling's table before.

"Xiaobei, do you know how to comb your hair? I don't know when you learned it."

"Dad, there are still many things you don't know."

Lin Yifeng: "..."

Well, the son doesn't seem to want to talk to him much.

Lin Mobei took out some hair flowers from his pocket and asked Lingling to sit on a chair, while he sat on a higher chair behind Lingling and began to comb her hair.

Lin Mobei took out another comb and handed it to Lin Yifeng: "Dad, you should also learn to comb your child's hair. I'll help Lingling tie her hair later, and you help Pearl."

Ai Zhenzhu picked up a small mat and sat down obediently, raised her head and looked at Lin Yifeng with a smile: "Uncle, come quickly."

Lin Yifeng was forced to drive the ducks to the shelves, and he didn't know what to do with his hair.

Whatever Lin Mobei did, Lin Yifeng followed suit, but he learned it with his eyes, but he didn't learn it with his hands, and his learning was useless.

Lin Mobei seemed to comb Lingling's hair often. He gave Lingling a bun and a water-blue hairpin.

Lin Yifeng's hands followed suit, his hair twisted and twisted in his hands, and Lin Yifeng was about to collapse.

"This... should be fine, right?"

Ai Zhenzhu picked up the mirror and looked at the crooked braids on her head, she was already powerless to complain.

"Uncle, your hair is too ugly, it's not as good as brother Xiaobei."

Ai Zhenzhu pouted, ran to Lin Mobei and begged him to re-tie her.

Lin Mobei saw that Ai Zhuzhu was sad, and saw that Lingling also asked him to tie Ai Zhuzhu's hair, so he could only reluctantly tie a ponytail for Ai Zhuzhu.

Compared with Lingling's exquisite ball head, Ai Zhuzhu's hair is more or less perfunctory.

Even so, Ai Zhuzhu was overjoyed.

"Brother Xiaobei, you are so powerful that you can even tie your hair."

Lingling touched her hair, and Naimeng's face was filled with a happy smile: "Big brother, you are really amazing, you are the omnipotent big brother."

Lin Mobei lowered his head shyly. No one noticed that the corners of his lips were slightly raised. It was a happy smile.

For this show, he practiced various kinds of hair tying in private.

I even bought a wig doll for various exercises, just worried that Lin Yifeng would not take good care of Lingling.

His sister Lingling must become the most eye-catching cub in the audience.

Hairstyle, how can it be messy, how can it not be.

After dealing with the problem of styling, everyone came to the square to gather together according to the cards given by the program group.

The village head held a loudspeaker and began to assign tasks to the parents.

"From now on, fathers and babies have to do tasks separately. The task of babies is to work hard for dinner in the evening. They have to carry small baskets and go door to door to borrow corresponding food according to the card."

The program group gave six baskets, and every child had to carry the basket to do the task.

Hearing this, Jack cried out.

"I don't want to, I don't want to be separated from my father."

The jacket grabbed Bai Yingzhuo's arm, inseparable, crying heartbreakingly, causing Bai Yingzhuo to suspect that his son still liked him.

Due to work reasons, Bai Yingzhuo has little contact with his son, let alone his son's dependence on him.

But looking at his son who was crying uncontrollably, Bai Yingzhuo suddenly wanted to laugh...