Daily Life of a Villain’s Mother

talk.

He knew that Dudu was at Cheng Ping's house, and he drove to Cheng Ping's house immediately after the filming was over.

"uncle."

As soon as He Han pushed the door in, a chubby little body jumped off the sofa.

Dudu flew in the direction of He Han.

Dudu raised his head: "Dudu has been waiting for you for a long time."

He Han squatted down and spoke to Dudu: "I'm sorry, I made Dudu wait for a long time."

The next second, Dudu stuck out his little head and looked around the room.

He looked sneaky, like a little hamster.

Dudu circled his hands and leaned against He Han's ear.

"Uncle, I have something to ask you."

Dudu looked mysterious.

He Han cooperated and lowered his voice: "What do Dudu want to ask?"

Dudu's round eyes stared at He Han, and he opened his mouth word by word.

"Uncle, do you like my mother?"

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He Han was slightly startled, but he didn't expect Dudu to ask this.

However, He Han soon regained his composure, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Is it obvious? Dudu has already seen it."

He Han did not deny it, but directly admitted his thoughts on Ye Fan.

Dudu nodded vigorously, indicating that he already knew.

With a sullen face, a serious expression, he spoke in a milky voice.

"Who told you to keep staring at my mother, uncle."

He Han's eyes deepened, he looked at Dudu, and spoke in a serious tone.

"Uncle likes your mother, is it okay to Dudu?"

Dudu didn't immediately answer He Han's question. He lowered his head and seemed to want to say something.

Dudu couldn't help but stretched out his fingers and rubbed his teeth with the tips of his teeth.

This is a little action when Dudu is nervous.

Although Ye Fan had corrected the bad habit of Dudu before, when Dudu was in trouble, he would still bite his fingers subconsciously.

These few seconds of silence were very long for He Han.

He Han frowned and smiled helplessly.

He Han, who has always been calm and self-controlled, also had a tense day.

He Han calmed down a little, and he spoke again.

"Do Dudu don't want me to like your mother?"

Dudu tilted his head and scratched his head: "Dudu also likes mother."

"Does uncle like mom as much as I do?"

He Han's eyes were slightly tight, and his tone was unprecedentedly serious.

"Yes."

After a few seconds, He Han continued.

"Dudu wants her mother to laugh, be nice to her, and be with her all the time. My uncle also thinks the same."

Dudu blinked: "Does uncle like mother or Dudu?"

Yesterday Ye Fan asked Dudu this question, but now Dudu asked He Han.

He Han stretched out his arms and wrapped Dudu's limp body in his arms.

He tightened his strength slightly: "I like both of you."

After hesitating for a while, Dudu also quietly stretched out his small hand and wrapped it around He Han's neck.

His chin rested on He Han's shoulder.

The breath he exhaled fell on the side of He Han's ear, which was fluffy and itchy.

"Actually, I also like my uncle very much."

"But mom doesn't seem to like uncle."

Dudu's children's words, but the truth is in one sentence.

Not only did Ye Fan dislike He Han, but she also resisted He Han very much.

In Ye Fan's eyes, He Han was a bad uncle who would take away her precious son at any time.

He Han was stunned, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he seemed a little helpless.

"Don't worry, uncle is working hard."

He Han touched Dudu's head.

"Not now, but later."

...

"Superstar Project" recording site.

A violent bell rang suddenly in the villa, and a sharp and harsh sound suddenly rang throughout the entire villa.

Every player in the room was woken up by the bell, and they all left the room and walked into the living room.

"God, what was that sound just now?" Lu Qiwen walked down from the second floor sleepily and said vaguely.

She's a little star who was taking a nap just now. Not long after falling asleep, I was woken up by this alarm clock-like ringtone.

Deng Chu stood in the living room and shouted loudly, "The letter from the program team has appeared again!"

[Contestants, the following are the dance types you will be assigned. The professional dance teacher has arrived. Please come to the practice room on the first floor of the next house. 】

There are four types of dance competitions.

Waltz, Latin, Classical, Modern.

The living room suddenly became quiet, and the air froze for a moment.

Each contestant looked at the requirements on the big screen, and their faces were complicated.

Ye Fan stood behind and watched silently, her expression was very light, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Chang Su opened his mouth, breaking the silence here.

Her voice was steady, like a full leader: "Okay, okay, we should go to the practice room."

"What are the specific requirements of the program group, you will know when you get there."

Everyone guessed that they had calmed down and left the villa one after another.

Along the way, the voice of the players chirping sounded.

"I haven't learned Latin dance, please don't let me be assigned Latin dance."

"Don't worry, it should be a lot easier with a professional dance teacher."

"..."

The door of the next house was open and they entered.

Through a long walkway, you can see a huge exercise room at the end of the road.

The light came out from there, but instead aroused the players' increasingly nervous emotions.

In the practice room, there were a group of dance teachers and the host Qi Shu.

Qi Shu evoked a lazy smile: "I heard that you are all frightened by the alarm clock in the villa?"

Lu Qiwen's eyes widened: "Yeah, I'm still sleeping, I'm really scared."

The camera has been following their every move, and with a few more words, there are more possibilities to be cut into the program.

Qi Shu smiled: "Don't worry everyone, this alarm bell will continue to sound in the future."

"And often when you're not paying attention, it's possible in the middle of the night, early morning, or even just after recording the show."

Players: "..."

"Okay, now back to the topic." Qi Shu said, "Our competition is the theme of dance."

"The program team put your photos on the Internet and asked the audience to vote. The audience assigned you a dance type based on your personal temperament."

"Here's a list of the waltzers."

"Chang Su, Deng Chu, Song Man..."

Qi Shu's voice fell, and the contestants stood in the same place one after another.

"Then classical dance."

"Lu Qiwen, Yue Shao, Shen Luoluo."

Shen Luoluo was stunned: "Host, did you really read it right?"

Qi Shu: "What's wrong?"

"How can I have a classical temperament." Shen Luoluo pursed her mouth, "It must be my fans who are messing with me."

There was laughter in the practice room, and the tense atmosphere disappeared because of Shen Luoluo's words.

Qi Shu held back his laughter: "That's right, Shen Luoluo, what you want to do is classical dance."

Shen Luoluo resignedly walked to the front, it seemed that she could only pick up what she had learned in school before.

"And Ye Fan, you are also assigned to the ancient