The villain's group favorite little cub

Chapter 849 Showing a satisfied expression

Qiu Yang was still standing at the table, staring at the cakes and biscuits falling at his feet, his expression wavering.

Probably because he was used to everyone following him and coaxing him, Jian Yiran's operation of leaving him there made Qiu Yang a little at a loss.

He hates everyone on this show!

Why do they all get along with him in ways they are not used to?

He doesn't feel valued here, nor does he seem to be cared about. Everyone always...always revolves around that Yu Yuanyuan.

The little emperor who was once at home has become a little grassroots that no one wants when he comes to the program set.

Thinking of this, Qiu Yang suddenly felt very sad, and the sadness that surged in his heart suddenly took control of his brain.

His eyes were sore and hot, and the growing depression and loss in his body made him unable to suppress the invasion of tears.

It's just that he doesn't want to be laughed at or looked down upon.

Dad once said that men are not allowed to cry, crying is embarrassing!

Qiu Yang deliberately turned in the opposite direction, not wanting Jian Yiran to see the tears on his face.

Even though he thought he was hiding it well, Jian Yiran saw the fragile side of that naughty kid in the mirror.

There was a lot of excitement outside the tent, and there were the sounds of children laughing and playing.

Sun Chengyu, Ling Zi, Su Zhirui, and Yu Yuanyuan were running around outside, laughing happily from time to time.

The joy outside made the silence inside the tent even heavier.

Qiu Yang stood alone and cried for a while, then suddenly wiped away his tears and bit his lip to pretend to be strong.

Jian Yiran then stood up, helped him open the suitcase and took out a towel: "Go wash your face, I played games and ran around all day."

He grabbed the towel with his little hands and ran away. His back was hurried and nervous, as if he was afraid of being seen by his friends outside.

But everyone was having fun, and no one paid attention to whether he was crying.

Qiu Yang went to the public restroom to wash his face and saw the happy atmosphere at a glance.

For some reason, he felt as if there were several oppressive barriers around him, firmly separating him from other people.

He didn't envy the excitement, but he couldn't help but feel inadequate because he didn't have it.

"Qiu Yang, the hot water isn't that hot anymore." Jian Yiran's voice suddenly sounded from the tent door, interrupting Qiu Yang's depression.

Raising his head, Qiu Yang saw the man standing at the door of the tent smiling at him and holding up a black thermos cup, as if calling him to go home.

Qiu Yang glanced at the little friends playing outside again, and quickly ran into the tent.

The cake and bread that he had thrown on the ground were picked up, and Jian Yiran was wiping the dirty packaging bag.

"This cake is delicious, but I have recently lost weight and I can't eat more..." Regardless of whether Qiu Yang heard it or not, Jian Yiran tore open the outer packaging of the cake for him and shook the hot water in the thermos cup to help him.

Cool down.

The aroma hit his nose, and Qiu Yang's eating instinct made him unable to refuse, so he obediently took a bite.

He didn't know whether it was because he was hungry or because the cake was really delicious. As soon as he took one bite into his stomach, he showed a satisfied expression.

Facing the mirror, Qiu Yang suddenly felt that he had become just like Yu Yuanyuan who was having dinner tonight.

"rustle……"

"rustle……"

There was a light friction sound coming from the tent, which was particularly obvious in the quiet environment.

Qiu Yang and Jian Yiran looked over at the same time, and saw a little head lying beside the tent door, eagerly looking at the cake in Qiu Yang's hand.

"Yuanyuan, why are you here?" Jian Yiran smiled and welcomed her in.

(End of chapter)