After the little boy finished chatting with Mu Qingji, he put down his phone and happily hugged Mr. Bear that Mu Qingji had given him. He also pulled open the quilt, covered it with the quilt, and gently patted its belly, "Mr. Bear, cover yourself with the quilt, we are going to sleep."
The sweet and soft voice of the little baby made the audience in the live broadcast room fall completely in love with her. In addition, the way the little baby was holding Mr. Bear at the moment was so cute that they were almost bleeding. Although they didn't know who sent this gift, it didn't affect their appreciation of the little baby's cuteness.
"Baby, are you lying down with Mr. Bear in your arms now?" Song Lianqing brought in the arranged roses and found that the little boy had already laid down with Mr. Bear in his arms. He walked over and rubbed his little head with amusement in his heart, and asked softly, "Do you want to change into pajamas?"
The little kid hugged Mr. Bear tightly and buried his whole face in Mr. Bear's head. He said in a muffled voice, "No, Candy has already lain down."
Song Lianqing put down the vase, rubbed the little boy's head again with amusement, ruffled his slightly curly black hair, and whispered, "Okay, but you have to show your little face, otherwise it will be uncomfortable."
"Little Candy knows!"
The little kid finally lifted his little face from the fluffy Mr. Bear's head. He looked at Song Lianqing with his big, bright eyes, grinned and said this, then leaned his little head on Mr. Bear again.
The little boy rubbed his lips contentedly, and then said to Song Lianqing, "Good afternoon, Daddy~"
"Pfft... Good afternoon, baby." Song Lianqing was amused by the cute appearance of the little baby. After laughing for a while, he turned around with his clothes, covered the live broadcast equipment, and suggested to the little baby, "Daddy will turn on the fan for you. You will feel hot holding such a fluffy bear."
"Okay! Thank you, Dad~"
The humming voice of the little baby was filled with a strong sense of satisfaction. Song Lianqing smiled, turned on the electric fan for the little baby, then took off his shoes and got into bed.
The wind speed of the electric fan was just right. It swayed its head from side to side, its movements slow and gentle. The soft wind blew across the bed of Little Tuanzi and Song Lianqing. The two of them slowly fell asleep in the gentle sound of the wind. Little Tuanzi had a beautiful dream, and a smile appeared on his little face.
During nap time, there were fewer viewers in the live broadcast room than usual, and the comment section also became quiet. Some people left the room, and some people took a nap while the live broadcast was on. In short, the atmosphere in this live broadcast room was always very beautiful and warm.
The comment section should have been quiet and harmonious, but at this time, a person jumped out, frantically trying to make a presence felt. The obscene content he posted made everyone sick. The audience who saw it responded without hesitation, and blocked and reported him.
This account that deliberately insulted others was blocked again. At that time, the owner of this account, Sun Zhen, was sitting in front of the computer and gritting his teeth, "Damn it! You all just wait for me, I'm going to destroy the people you cherish!"
"Boss, our people have already found out that the director of this program group's next filming location is in Foshan Forest in the imperial capital. When they go there, they all take separate cars, and there is no live broadcast equipment in the car. As long as we get the map, we can rob them halfway. I have sent people to survey the terrain. What do you think we should do now?"
A younger brother came up to Sun Zhen and whispered his decision in his ear. Sun Zhen looked back at him, shook his head after a moment of silence, lit a cigarette, frowned and said, "They also have drone live broadcast equipment. We can't rob people halfway, we can only rob people in Foshanlin."
"But there are live broadcast equipment everywhere, how can we rob it?"
Another younger brother glanced at the content on the screen and took a puff of cigarette. Sun Zhen frowned and was about to speak when another younger brother said, "Boss, I found Song Lianqing's medical records. He has to go to the Imperial Capital First People's Hospital for a follow-up visit and to get medicine on the 30th of every month. If he goes this month, we have a chance."
After hearing this, Sun Zhen came close to his younger brother and looked at his screen. After seeing the information on it, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his lips. "This is an expert number. No one will be allowed to see the doctor after the time is up. He will go."
The skinny little brother was silent beside him, but a creepy smile appeared in his heart. Sun Zhen, go and do it. This time, don't even think about getting out of the cell alive, hehe...
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After the lunch break, the first thing the little boy did when he woke up was to say good afternoon to Mr. Little Bear, and then sent a message to Mu Qingji. Then he was taken to the bathroom by Song Lianqing. After returning to the room, Mu Qingji still did not reply, but Qin Younian and Ran Feng sent him messages, so he started chatting with them.
After chatting for a while, the topic was ended. Little Milk Ball drank the hot milk that Song Lianqing gave him, then filled his own cup with water, put three cucumbers in the pockets of his clothes, slung his cell phone and cup over his shoulder, and set off directly to the tea fields to help the tea farmers continue picking tea.
"Will it be in time for Zizi to finish his study assignment at night?" Song Lianqing rubbed the little head of the little kid and asked him patiently before leaving, "Why don't you not go this afternoon? Dad can go alone."
After hearing this, the little boy shook his head and said to Song Lianqing firmly, "Dad, we have to advance and retreat together! And don't worry, I will definitely be able to complete the task before going to bed!"
Song Lianqing smiled and rubbed the little boy's head, then leaned over and kissed his little face, "Okay then, Daddy respects the opinion of my dear baby."
The little kid smiled and nodded, his little fat shaking unconsciously, his big watery eyes seemed to hold the sea of stars, so bright.
Little Tuanzi went out with Song Lianqing. Before leaving, he said goodbye to Aunt Liu and Uncle Li several times. His adorable appearance melted the hearts of the two elders.
"This baby is so cute!"
"Yes, yes, what a good grandson!"
Aunt Liu looked back at Uncle Li and gave a very firm evaluation. Uncle Li nodded, expressing his full agreement.
Xiaonaituanzi and Song Lianqing walked hand in hand to where Qi Xiangyu and his brother lived. They were sitting on the rocks outside the door, probably waiting for them.
"Steamed bun!!!"
When the little kid saw the fat boy playing with stones, he waved his hands and called out to him loudly. His voice was so sweet that it was impossible to dislike him even though he spoke so loudly.
"Boss! You finally came down!"
When the little fat boy heard the little milk dumpling's cry, he immediately stood up, laughing and shouting at him. The little milk dumpling broke away from Song Lianqing's hand, and his short legs walked forward, and while shouting "Mantou", his steps unconsciously quickened a bit.
Song Lianqing shook his head helplessly. At that time, the little milk ball had already met the little fat boy. The two little rascals walked downstairs hand in hand. Qi Xiangyu told them to walk slowly and stood there waiting for Song Lianqing.
Song Lianqing walked up to him and saw the red spot on his forehead. He paused, then reached out to touch it reflexively. Qi Xiangyu didn't dodge, but made a "hiss" sound when he touched him.
"What happened to your forehead?" Song Lianqing carefully held Qi Xiangyu's face towards him, frowning and looking at the faintly broken wound with heartache, "Did you hit something? Did you apply medicine?"
"Hey, it's okay, it's just a minor wound." Qi Xiangyu reached out and held Song Lianqing's hand, with a hint of bitterness and embarrassment in his eyes. He always felt that it was not good to be so clingy in front of someone else's house, so he took him down the mountain with him, "Let's talk while we walk, let's not lose these two little guys."
"Okay, how did you hit your head?"
"It's nothing. I've applied some medicine. It's a minor wound. It will heal on its own in a few days. There's no problem."
Song Lianqing said as he walked downstairs with Qi Xiangyu, still asking him questions with concern. Qi Xiangyu held Song Lianqing's hand and practiced Tai Chi with him, but he was unwilling to say anything.
Song Lianqing thought Qi Xiangyu was weird, but he also thought that since he didn't want to say anything, there was no point in asking again, so he didn't ask again. He just nodded and said, "Well, then just apply the medicine well."
"dad!"
"elder brother!"
As soon as Song Lianqing finished speaking, they heard the panicked shouts of the little fat boy and the little milk ball in front. Both of them were stunned for a moment, and without caring about anything else, they quickly ran downstairs.