In the middle of the night, when everyone should be resting, the camera in the room captured a generous man holding a white washbasin, washing all his son's clothes, and then hanging them on the small wall with hangers. Under the corridor of the wooden house.
The night wind blew up Shouyi's little clothes, adding a touch of fireworks to the quiet night.
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Jiang Yuning had a sleepless night at home, thinking about the second master and Shouyi all the time. This was completely different from her own work situation. After all, Mr. Lu was not in the circle, so she was worried that other guests would look down on him, and that Lu Jingzhi might not be comfortable with the camera.
After thinking about it, Jiang Yuning finally couldn't hold it back and called his assistant Sansan.
If she wanted to follow him to the filming location, she could just take a look at the father and son from a distance.
"Sister Yuning, is this... inappropriate? There are clear rules for filming. Mom is not allowed to appear. If you go, aren't you breaking the rules?" Sansan wanted to stop Jiang Yuning.
"Can't I just pretend to be a passerby and not let them find me?"
What he said was so reasonable that Classmate Sansan felt that she was speechless.
"Okay, I'll make arrangements." Sansan compromised, "One glance, only one glance?"
Afterwards, Sansan disguised herself and went to the island. Then she avoided the filming of the program crew and found a hotel above Lu Jingzhi and Shouyi's cabin. It had a good view and there was no problem with taking in many views.
It's just that Sansan thinks that based on Mr. Lu's IQ, it should be difficult not to find out that he is being "targeted", right
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The fathers who got up early still managed to feed their children in a hurry. Then, they carried their babies and visited the homes of other fathers, wanting to know what their living environment was like, especially It's Director Lu.
But after arriving at the cabin, they discovered that the program team really didn't take special care, because Lu Jingzhi had to bend down when entering and exiting, and bumped his head at every turn.
Thinking this way, they felt balanced.
The male singer held Chengcheng in his arms and stood outside the door of the cabin, not wanting to go in. But when he saw the "normal" breakfast in Shouyi's rice bowl, he couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Lu, you actually gave Shouyi breakfast." Already!?"
At this moment, Shouyi was walking around a small circle, holding a bowl and eating delicious fried eggs: "Dad, I know everything."
The male singer was envious, not for Chengcheng, but for himself.
A majestic singer actually envies a child’s balls!
"Dad... I want to eat too." At this moment, Chengcheng, in the male singer's arms, stared at Shouyi's fried eggs, salivating.
"Uh... didn't we just eat?"
When Lu Jingzhi saw it, he put his fried eggs in an empty bowl and handed them to Chengcheng: "It's clean and hasn't been touched yet."
"Thank you, uncle." Chengcheng happily accepted it, then sat down with Shouyi holding the bowl.
"Brother Lu, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
Who would have thought? The man with the highest status in Los Angeles, the one who catches the bad guys without mercy, and the powerful man will make omelettes for his son for breakfast at this moment. Moreover, he should have washed Moriichi's clothes last night. The male singer thought of himself and went back to the room to fall asleep. , suddenly felt that he was not a man.
People really come out of comparison.
As a result, the male singer also became more modest: "I don't know, can I come over for breakfast tomorrow morning and learn how to make breakfast for my children?"
"Shouyi gets up at seven o'clock every day." Lu Jingzhi replied.
(End of chapter)