I rely on my daughter to become popular in the entertainment industry

[How unprofessional. Part of the reason for coming to this village is to promote the village. What are they doing? 】

[Beauty is beautiful, but I don’t feel sincerity, it’s all perfunctory]

[As a star, shouldn’t you show your most beautiful side to everyone?]

[This money is so profitable! Can you do whatever you want? 】

[Our brother can wear whatever he wants, what kind of rhythm is he wearing? 】

[The program crew didn’t say anything, but they want you keyboard warriors to complain here?]

[The reality is submissive, the Internet punches hard, and get away with the rhythm]

[Am I the only one who thinks that Dudu and Maomao look like a family of four? Hahahaha]

[You are not the only one who knocked me to death, I have already taken screenshots and made a video! 】

Gu Feishi came out of the house with a little care. Both of them were dressed up. Their pigtails were intertwined and hanging on one side. They had complicated silver ornaments on their heads. They were wearing a long purple skirt, embroidered with flowers and plants of different colors, and an aqua belt.

With a loose tie around the waist, your perfect figure is clearly highlighted.

One large and one small, no doubt dressed in parent-child attire.

[This is the correct opening rhythm, the previous groups of clothes are really boring]

[This set of clothes prepared by the program crew is so beautiful, I want to see the previous ones wear it too!]

【So beautiful, so beautiful】

[The screen has been licked to pieces by me]

【I declare this outfit looks the best!】

[Goddess is such a goddess! Ethnic minority clothes can look so good!]

[Oh my God, the silver jewelry on your head must weigh a lot, right? 】

[Does anyone still remember that they went to participate in the event?]

[I’m tired of saying how beautiful I am, I’ll say it again, the goddess is the most beautiful! 】

[This is so dedicated, wearing this outfit to participate in the event!]

[Our goddess is famous for her professionalism in the industry, okay? It’s not like someone who doesn’t even have acting skills.]

[One thing to say, purely from passers-by, this dress is good-looking, but I still like Qi Huaiyu’s face!]

[What’s good about her besides her face? She’s not dedicated to her job, she’s a big name, and all kinds of dirty stuff is flying around. Can you like this kind of person? 】

[Isn’t it enough to have a face? What else do you need?]

[In this era of looking at faces, I only look at faces!]

[Not only her face, but also her figure is very good, with bulging front and back/color]

[Have you forgotten the dirty information about Qi Huaiyu back then? Do you need us to dig up it again? 】

[Take our goddess away, please don’t touch porcelain with some people, okay? 】

[It’s just a vase, how can it be as good as our goddess? Take it easy, our goddess is dedicated, has good acting skills, and is more popular]

Chu Yuheng, who was far away across the ocean, was also watching the live broadcast room.

Early in the morning, he received a live broadcast reminder on his mobile phone. He watched Qi Huaiyu get up, wash up, apply makeup, make himself a cup of tea, and then sit on a chair by the window in a daze. The picture was beautiful.

He stroked the phone like a maniac, as if he could touch her face like this, and then saw Ruirui getting up obediently by herself and walking out of the room to find her mother.

Qi Huaiyu gave the child a cup of hot milk, and skillfully led her to change clothes and braid her cute little hair. The interaction between the two of them with soft words made him feel satisfied. He wished he could run back now and hear Rui Rui call her daddy.

I just saw one senior and one young girl dressed in national costumes, appearing like fairies, and my heart almost melted. I saw various comments on the barrage commenting on how beautiful and proud his wife and girl were.

Looking at the increasingly embarrassing words on the barrage, he frowned, and then, a message came from Xu Yifan's mobile phone.

[Chu Yuheng: Take care of your artists!]

Xu Yifan looked at his phone blankly. Which artist under him has offended this great god? After so many years, no artist dares to offend him, right?