Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

"Are you still nervous now?" After chatting with Hua Tingjue for a long time, Jiang Wangshu saw the relaxation and

Hua Tingjue shook his head: "It seems to be gone."

"Okay, go to sleep."

"OK, good night!"

In the early morning covered with snow and rime, the outside of the villa was full of people. Song Yian and the others were all there, because the number one team in the universe will never miss each other's most important moments in life!

Bang bang bang!

And the doorbell rang loudly.

Wen Yanlin was puzzled, "No, why are they sleeping so soundly?"

Zheng Tianlang clicked his tongue and said, "The finals are coming soon, and you're still so addicted." This statement was quite ambiguous. We were all adults, so we naturally knew what it meant.

Ning Shuyu: “…”

A person with a dirty mind!

Song Yian was also speechless, and couldn't help but cover his lips and cough softly, "Ahem, Tianlang."

Realizing that Ning Shuyu was around, Zheng Tianlang apologized, "Sorry, Shuyu."

Ning Shuyu was speechless again: He might as well not point it out.

Just as a few people were chatting, the door opened.

Ning Shuyu looked back, her eyes bright, "Wangshu?!"

Jiang Wangshu opened the door wide, "Well, come in, you guys are here so soon?"

"Yes, we thought about coming here earlier after we finished." Ning Shuyu and the others walked in with ease.

Wen Yanlin: "Hey, where's Brother Jue?"

Jiang Wangshu raised his head and looked upwards, "upstairs."

"Oh, then let's go see him."

As soon as the three men entered Hua Tingjue's room, they each performed their duties tacitly. Wen Yanlin pulled back the quilt, Song Yian drew the curtains, and Zheng Tianlang threw himself on the bed and made fun of him.

When the cold hand was placed on the warm neck, the stimulation went along the nerves and cerebral cortex, and Hua Tingjue was instantly awakened by the cold.

"Fuck, that's cold!"

"Hahahahahaha." Several people were amused by his reaction.

Hua Tingjue rubbed his eyes and yawned. After opening his eyes and seeing the people clearly, he couldn't help but cursed: "No, you are not sick, right?"

"Oh, could it be that last night was such a precious night that you were so happy that you didn't even get up at noon." Zheng Tianlang teased him.

"Get lost, what's the point of having a spring night? I'm catching up on my sleep." Hua Tingjue cursed with a smile, picked up the pillow and threw it at him.

Zheng Tianlang caught the pillow and said, "Okay, just go away."

"Brother Jue, get up quickly."

"Yes, Jue, don't sleep."

"I know, I know, right away." Hua Tingjue had no choice but to get up.

Downstairs, Jiang Wangshu was making some breakfast in the kitchen. She turned around and asked Ning Shuyu, "Have you had breakfast?"

"I ate it on the plane." Ning Shuyu nodded, but then changed her tone and said with a smile, "But if you insist on giving me one portion, I don't mind eating some more."

Jiang Wangshu's hands kept moving, "Okay."

Ning Shuyu stepped forward and asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

"Can you?" Jiang Wangshu asked back.

Ning Shuyu shook her head, "No."

"Then you'd better step back." Jiang Wangshu knew them too well. They were just a bunch of rich young masters and young ladies who didn't know the difference between grains. Don't let them cause a whole kitchen accident for her.

"Ok."

On the last day, everyone was talking and laughing, especially on the eve of the finals.

"Brother Jue, I promise you will secure the first place." Zheng Tianlang said, patting his chest.

Wen Yanlin: "I agree with Tianlang too!"

With good friends around him, Hua Tingjue was in a relaxed mood. He stretched out his arms and lazily lay on the sofa, stretching his body to the most relaxed position. "Hahaha, OK, I'll borrow your good wishes."

……

On the day of the finals, Hua Tingjue felt a little dry in the mouth before leaving for the studio. "Wait, let me drink some water."

Jiang Wangshu stood waiting for him. She glanced around and found something was wrong, so she asked Hua Tingjue inside: "Where is the water cup you usually use?"

Hua Tingjue then realized that he was holding a new water cup. He couldn't figure it out. "I don't know. Maybe I left it upstairs again."

Jiang Wangshu looked around carefully. Hua Tingjue saw her looking around and said, "What are you looking for? Oh, it's just a water cup. It's no big deal."

After saying that, he took Jiang Wangshu out.

"Let's go, let's go."

In the artist lounge of the studio, others cannot enter the backstage, but Hua Tingjue's room is crowded with people. It's because these family members are rich.

The same is true in Beijing.

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Everyone left the table tacitly and went back to their respective rooms, turned on their computers and projectors, and watched the live broadcast that they had spent a lot of money to buy.

Han Wanzhen couldn't wait any longer, she urged Hua Tingrui: "Husband, hurry up! The game is about to start!"

"Right away." Hua Tingrui laughed and his fingers slid quickly on the keyboard.

Sitting next to them were their eldest and youngest sons. The cold little ice cube Hana Rin was already six years old. He fed his four-year-old brother while watching the big screen. His little mouth moved as he watched contestants one after another, and he made sharp comments: "I think they are too bad compared to my uncle. They are simply not on the same level."

"Hahahaha." Han Wanzhen touched her son's head and looked at him with teachable eyes. "Not bad, you have perfectly inherited your mother's aesthetic taste and vision."

Before Hua Lin could say anything, her youngest son Hua Lie beside her understood what he heard and asked eagerly in his baby voice, "Mom, where is Lie Lie?"

"Uh..." Han Wanzhen's expression froze, and she touched him perfunctorily, "You too, you too."

On the other side, Hua Tingjin was accompanied by his three-year-old twin daughters, Hua Chun and Hua Ran. The elder sister, Hua Chun, was quiet and didn't like to talk, while the younger sister, Hua Ran, was a chatty and impatient little girl. She pouted her pretty little mouth and said, "Dad, why hasn't little uncle come out yet?"

"It will take a while." Hua Tingjin answered her.

"Why does it take a while? Can't uncle come out first? Ranran is rich, so uncle can skip the queue!" She was wearing a princess dress, her delicate eyebrows were frowned, and she asked with her hands on her hips.

Hua Tingjin understood his little daughter's personality, so he had to tell her softly, "Uh... Ranran, not everything can be bought with money."

Little Hua Ran disagreed with him, "But my uncle told me that money is very good and can buy me what I want!"

Hua Tingjin was speechless.

This younger brother must be beaten when he comes back.

"Ranran, please be patient. Daddy and sister will wait here with you. Or if you feel bored, why don't you go and accompany mom to see your brother?"

"I don't want to, I don't want to see my brother, I want to see my sister!"

Where can I find a sister for her? She is the youngest girl in the family. She has older brothers and sisters, and a younger brother, but no younger sister.

Hua Tingjin was gentle, especially to his wife and children, so at this moment he could only let his impatient little daughter be alone. But Hua Chun next to him couldn't stand it anymore. She put down the toy gun in her hand, took Hua Ran's hand and led her out the door, frowning and speaking calmly.

"It's so noisy. You don't have a sister. You are the only sister in the family. Go outside by yourself."

Then she heard the door closing and she locked Hua Ran out.

Then there was a heart-wrenching cry from outside the door.

“Wow, wow, wow…”

The familiar scene made Hua Tingjin helplessly hold his forehead. He squatted down and said to his eldest daughter, "Xiaochun, you can't lock your sister out like this."

Hua Chun didn't understand. Her facial features seemed to be carved out of the same mold as Mu Xiuzhi's. She was very precise and orderly. She was a germaphobe. She calmly patted the non-existent dust on her hands and raised her head: "But Dad, I solved the 'problem'."

Sister Efficiency has always been like this.

Hua Tingjin: "..."

Alas, Dad sighed.

……

Jiang Wangshu and the others went to the audience, while Hua Tingjue and Xie Fangzhou were waiting to go on stage in the backstage. It was the finals, the atmosphere became tense, and the lounge was silent.

Suddenly, Hua Tingjue frowned and coughed. He felt a slight discomfort in his throat. He touched his throat and wondered, "Why do I feel like my mouth is always a bit dry lately? There's obviously nothing wrong with my throat."

Xie Fangzhou, who was sitting next to him, panicked, but immediately suppressed his panic, and asked calmly but with worry in his eyes: "No way, will that affect your singing?"

"Not really, I just feel a little uncomfortable." Hua Tingjue shook his head frankly.

Xie Fangzhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly found an excuse: "It might be a psychological suggestion. After all, it's the finals. I have the same illusion. I had a nightmare yesterday that my voice was hoarse before going on stage."

"Is that so?" Hearing this, Hua Tingjue was shocked by his nightmare. He was successfully led astray by Xie Fangzhou. He did not dwell on his own discomfort, but comforted Xie Fangzhou: "Then you have to relax a little and don't be too stressed. You can do it!"

Xie Fangzhou: "Yeah, okay."

Hua Tingjue was the second to last to go on stage. When the host called his name, everyone's heart tightened. Whether they were family, friends or fans, they were all worried for him.

He still raised his lips in a casual and dignified manner, wearing a familiar floral shirt, with bright eyes and a sunny smile, and his eyes glanced at the audience inadvertently.

The people he liked were all in the audience.

Immediately relieved.

Jiang Wangshu, Song Yian and the others all looked at him with gentle eyes. Wen Yanlin clenched his fists and almost stood up to cheer him on.

The surroundings gradually darkened, and the lights slowly brightened the moment his voice rang out, just like his voice, sometimes low and charming, and sometimes suddenly bright.

The singing in the microphone gradually ended, and the sexy panting sounds were faintly visible, and immediately, the audience area sounded in unison with waves of cheers like the wind blowing through wheat waves.

The sound is deafening, as if it will break through the roof; it is majestic, like a thousand horses galloping, which makes people's blood boil and their hearts surge.

……

Soon it was time to announce the champion, and everyone was worried about the contestant they cared about. Jiang Wangshu looked calm and composed, not panicking at all, but he was still feeling a little excited and nervous.

at last……

The results are announced.

"Let's congratulate the champion..."

"Jue, e from the Berklee College of Music!"

For a moment, the whole audience was silent, followed by screams.

The fans shouted at the top of their lungs, their faces were filled with excitement and excitement, their eyes were shining with fiery light. The whole venue was drowned in the enthusiastic shouts, as if it had turned into a sea of ​​joy.

Hua Tingjue's eyes widened when he heard his own name. He was so shocked that he was almost speechless. "I... I..."

"It's me!"

“I really took first place!”

“Ahhhhhh, Brother Jue is so awesome! We are the champions!!” Wen Yanlin and the others also shouted excitedly, hugged each other excitedly, and almost cried.

Hua Tingjue also went on stage to receive the award surrounded by the crowd, accepting everyone's cheers and envy, with colorful ribbons and sequins flying all over the sky, looking very proud.

Hua Tingjue reached out and caught it.

He subconsciously looked down at the stage, and Jiang Wangshu happened to look at him. He grinned, pointed at himself with excitement, and through his lip movements it seemed as if he was saying, "I got first place."

Jiang Wangshu laughed and just looked at him quietly, his eyes clear and he nodded proudly.