Guoguo cried loudly, and Jinmao and Gungun were howling at the kitchen door, as if they were trying to comfort Guoguo, but also as if they were blaming Yang Fan and Aunt Thirteen for not taking good care of Guoguo, causing her to get burned.
"Did you touch the pot?" After coming in, she took a look at her daughter's hands that were being poured with cold water with the help of Yang Fan and asked.
"Yeah, it's hot." Guoguo was crying and snotting.
Thirteenth Aunt wanted to beat the little girl and scolded her, "Little stupid pig, I told you it's hot, you can't touch it. How can the soup be cooked if it's not hot?"
The little girl didn't answer and just cried softly.
"Aunt Thirteen, go to my room. There is a burn ointment in the basket under the coffee table." Yang Fan said to Aunt Thirteen.
Fortunately, the soup pot had cooled down for a while after being turned off, so the little girl's hand was only scalded red but no blisters appeared.
Aunt Thirteen turned around angrily and went to Yang Fan’s house to find ointment.
When it comes to taking care of children, she is far less careful than Yang Fan.
For example, she didn't have any seldom-used burn medicine.
Probably because he was tired from crying, after taking the medicine, Guoguo felt very sleepy, so he sat under the sofa and fell asleep on the golden retriever.
Yang Fan discovered it after he came out of his room.
Aunt Thirteen had no idea. She was eating melon seeds and watching TV series, completely engrossed in it.
"I'm worried about whether Guoguo can grow up healthily." Yang Fan picked up the sleeping Guoguo and sent her back to the bedroom. He was deeply worried about her future.
"She just fell asleep on the golden retriever for a while. I didn't notice." Aunt Thirteen blushed. "She has a strong vitality and strong adaptability. She can play with a group of people or by herself."
"It can't withstand your negligence." Yang Fan covered Guoguo with the quilt and touched her pink little face with his finger.
Thirteenth Aunt complained, "You want to talk about her scalding, right? She was eager to try and wanted to touch it before. I warned her not to touch it, but she didn't listen and touched it secretly. What can I do? Besides, didn't you touch a pot when you were a child?"
"No." Yang Fan shook his head, paused and added: "I touched the iron that had just been used to iron clothes."
Thirteenth Aunt said unhappily, "Isn't that enough?"
"Have you ever touched an iron when you were a child?" Yang Fan asked.
"No." After hesitating for a moment, Aunt Thirteen stuck out her pink tongue, as if to check, and then said, "I licked it."
So cruel!
Yang Fan came over: "Let me see, is there any scar?"
"No, I can't see it." Aunt Thirteen stuck out her tongue again.
"I really can't tell." After looking for a while, Yang Fan withdrew his gaze and left the bedroom.
Aunt Thirteen felt it was a pity that Guoguo fell asleep so quickly.
Otherwise, she might have been able to hear Yang Fan’s stories about the underworld tonight.
What can I do standing on the Naihe Bridge? I miss my hometown from the Wangxiang Terrace.
There are all kinds of dead souls, many of whom have touching stories when they were alive.
When he returned to the room, it was still early. Yang Fan had no intention of sleeping. He managed the zoo while scribbling on a notebook.
After a while, the cell phone rang.
At first glance, it was Liu Qianqian calling.
"It's not the weekend, why are you calling?" Yang Fan asked after the call was connected.
Liu Qianqian over there felt very angry when she heard this.
"Do you think I want to? My mom asked me about the ratings of your show last night, but you didn't tell me, so I don't know." Liu Qianqian gritted her teeth. Her mother cared about me as if she treated that bastard Yang Fan as her son-in-law.
"No way, your mother cares about this?" Yang Fan was also surprised.
Such fake couples are really tiring.
"Who knows? She is so busy every day, how can she have the time to care about you? She asked me this right after she got home. I pretended not to hear it and asked you when I got back to my room." Liu Qianqian was depressed: "If I pretend not to hear it again after I go out, I will be finished."
"5.2, go talk to your mother." Yang Fan said tiredly and impatiently.
"Why do I feel like you are cursing me?" Liu Qianqian asked puzzledly.
"I cursed at people?" Yang Fan felt that this girl was being unreasonable: "If I cursed at someone, it was you. Why would I curse at your mother?"
"Scolding my mother is also scolding me." Liu Qianqian felt that Yang Fan, this bastard, lacked common sense and was not smart.
"Hang up." Yang Fan didn't want to talk to Liu Qianqian anymore.
"Hey, say it again, what's the ratings?" Liu Qianqian hurriedly stopped him.
"5.2!" Yang Fan sighed. This brain is not pi 3.1415926535897932384626...
"What?" Liu Qianqian was surprised: "Are you sure it's not 0.52?"
"Hear it clearly. I won't repeat it again. 5.2." Yang Fan said word by word.
Liu Qianqian was obviously a little unconvinced: "'Lucky 52' premiered on 5.2, how could it not be 52?"
"52? You are really unreasonable. Do you think there is only one cultural, sports and entertainment channel in the whole country?" Yang Fan said angrily.
On the night of New Year’s Eve, the ratings of the CCTV Spring Festival Gala, which was broadcast by satellite TV stations across the country, have been declining year by year and are almost below 20.
52
Unless we go back to the days when there were only one or two black and white TVs in the entire village.
"This program..." Liu Qianqian believed what Yang Fan said, and then was a little shocked.
She also works for a TV station. Although not in the variety show department, she is very sensitive to the ratings data.
On today’s satellite TV, it is almost impossible for any program, including TV dramas, to have a viewership rating of over five.
Local stations appear quite often.
But once they appear, they are all ace programs.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this show is not dead yet. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be fine to continue broadcasting for a few more years." Yang Fan was in a good mood.
When Liu Qianqian is unhappy, he is very happy.
Just as he was unhappy, she was happy.
"How can you be like this?" Liu Qianqian said angrily, "When have I ever hoped that your show would fail? Am I as heartless as you? I..."
Before he could finish his words, Yang Fan hung up the phone.
Looking at the phone, Liu Qianqian widened her eyes. Dare you hang up on me
I'll keep fighting!
Ringing, hanging up.
Keep calling, hang up.
I called again, but was blacklisted during the call.
After sulking alone for a while, Liu Qianqian checked WeChat.
I don’t believe it, but I’ve been blocked on WeChat.
If you dare to do this, I will never let you go!
When she opened WeChat, Liu Qianqian saw that there was a new update in her circle of friends, and it was posted by Yang Fan.
She clicked in out of curiosity.
Yang Fan posted a photo of a sports car with the caption: I suddenly feel so tired, I want to sell the car and travel around the world.
When did this guy get a car
Liu Qianqian opened the picture of the sports car and the more she looked at it, the more familiar it looked.
After a moment, she was so angry that she couldn't help but comment: If you sell my car, what will I drive
After a while, Yang Fan replied: Sorry, I forgot to block you.
Liu Qianqian's chest heaved. You did it on purpose.
"Just tell me if you need money. I won't give you any money and I won't sell you my car anyway," Liu Qianqian replied.
After refreshing the page, she saw her sister’s comment to Yang Fan: I don’t drive my car very often, you can sell it to me.
She was already lying in bed, but not asleep. While browsing her circle of friends, Aunt Thirteen saw the young couple arguing, with Yueyue popping up from time to time, and she couldn't help but smile.
Then I turned off the screen saver on my phone, put it on the bedside table, lay down next to my daughter, and covered myself with a blanket.