PDLP Chapter 274 Scratches
Chapter 274 Scratches
"At the end, sprinkle some fresh fruit slices for decoration." Lin Weiwei slowly placed it on the cake, pursed his lower lip, and finally the delayed cake was about to be completed.
She raised her eyes and scanned around, but she didn't see Zhang Yumeng's figure. Could it be that she was ashamed and dared not come?
"Complete it as soon as possible." The director was always worried, seeing that the second half was about to be completed, he couldn't help urging.
Ji Mingyou realized that the time was very tight, so he stepped forward and skillfully arranged: "I'll help you."
Anxiously waiting for the assistant to finish processing the information on the Internet, seeing that no message was received on the phone, he muttered annoyedly: "I didn't mean to continue recording, why can't I come out of the bathroom?"
He made several phone calls and went to check after no results.
Seeing that the access door to the bathroom was blocked by sundries, a child was leaning towards the crack of the door.
"Little kid, did Lin Weiwei instigate you? I won't let you two go easily when I come out." Zhang Yumeng realized that after being teased and prying the door was useless, her eyes lit up with anger, and she lay on the door shouted angrily.
Zhang Baobao shrank his neck in fright, and dared not open the door even more. He rolled his big eyes, and said nonchalantly, "But the recording of the show went smoothly, and no one noticed without you. You'd better not go if you are so scary. It would scare children."
These immature words made Zhang Yumeng even more frantic, and couldn't believe that she was locked up by a little kid: "Let me out quickly!"
Worried about the end of the show, she scratched the door with her nails as if venting, wishing she could break through the door and strangle Zhang Baobao to death.
"What are you kid doing?" Seeing him talking, the assistant realized something was wrong, and hurried up to catch him.
Zhang Baobao turned her head in a panic, bent over to hide, and quickly jumped down from the cabinet. Looking at this face, she said in a panic: "The bad aunt is looking for someone, no, I have to slip away first."
As he spoke, he spread his calf and rushed to the stage as if seeking shelter.
"Why did this kid run up?" The director's eyes widened, his body straightened, and he felt uneasy.
Ji Mingyou was cutting the cake, and with a slight glance, he knew that this guy couldn't sit still, so he took an extra plate by the way.
"Why did you come here?" Lin Weiwei was stunned, looking at the bag grabbing his skirt.
Zhang Baobao looked at the front in fear, holding her skirt tightly with his small hands. After looking around, he was relieved, twisted his body, and said coquettishly, "I was attracted by the sweet cake before I knew it."
"I want a piece first, too." The baby's voice was like melting sugar, and the audience smoothly accepted the unexpected little guest.
The director immediately took a shot, snapped his fingers and said, "Not bad."
"You're just greedy." Lin Weiwei pinched his little face and said with a smile.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Baobao let out a "hiss", and his little face wrinkled together, looking very painful: "Don't do this, it hurts so much."
Lin Weiwei hastily withdrew his hand, bent down slightly, and found clear finger marks on his white and tender cheeks, and asked in surprise: "What's going on, you can't make it yourself."
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." Zhang Baobao was worried that he would be reprimanded if he told the matter, so he rubbed his face and said with a smile.
The matcha cake is cut into three small pieces, and the light green matcha powder is sprayed on it, which is mellow and attractive.
Ji Mingyou carried it over, put the dinner plate on the table, looked at the bag covering his small face like a little prisoner being interrogated, and asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter, have you been disciplined for disobedience?"
"No, I saw pinch marks on his face, and it hurts when I pinch his face." Lin Weiwei turned around anxiously, and brought him here by herself. She blamed herself for this situation.
"Come on, let uncle take a look. I don't mean to blame you." Ji Mingyou frowned slightly, squatted down, and took Zhang Baobao's little hand in a gentle voice.
There were three or four red marks on the chubby little face, and blood was still oozing from the first half, as if pinched out with a nail.
Zhang Baobao kept his mouth shut. Normally, he would have filed a complaint, but he also played tricks on others.
"My God, who bullied you." Lin Weiwei slapped the table with his little hand, and the camera cut away from the cake in an instant.
The director pinched his watch, and when he saw that there was enough material, he reminded him to call it a day: "It's almost done, let's stop the live broadcast first."
The barrage started again, and as it ended, the lights on both sides went out one after another.
A faint light flashed across Ji Mingyou's deep eyes, he stroked his little head soothingly, and whispered: "Who bullied you?"
Just when Zhang Baobao hesitated, a footstep came.
"Who sent the brat to close the bathroom door?" Zhang Yumeng came frowning after tidying up a bit, her slender high-heeled shoes seemed to be able to carve holes in the floor.
The assistant trotted over and suggested, "Don't go, let's deal with the online discussion first."
Hearing the sound, Zhang Baobao hid behind the two of them in a panic, poked his head out to look at it, and pointed, "It was this bad aunt who pinched me, it hurts."
This bad aunt has been found, so he doesn't have to hide it anymore.
"What? She pinched your face?" Lin Weiwei widened his eyes in astonishment, looking at his bleeding face, anger arose in his flat heart.
Zhang Yumeng's hair was half dry. Seeing that the recording was over, she couldn't get angry. She quickly walked onto the stage and raised her chin arrogantly: "Yes, I pinched it. I'll cut it first."
"It was you, Lin Weiwei, who asked him to lock me in the bathroom, so that I missed the show for nothing." She pointed, her face was full of anger, and she shouted with a distorted expression.
She lost the opportunity to record, and no one will be better.
Lin Weiwei was trembling with anger, as if he was not afraid of her annoyance, and asked, "Baobao is just a child, what has it to do with you? You actually shot a child, do you have any heart?"
There was fire in the black pupils, and she was probably involved in this matter.
As she stepped forward, Zhang Baobao hugged her and said anxiously: "Don't go there, this bad aunt is very fierce."
Seeing the ferocious Zhang Yumeng, he hated it from the bottom of his heart.
"Moving my nephew here? So what's up with you, you do such a thing, what are you afraid of?" Ji Mingyou figured out the ins and outs, all the gentleness before faded away, his handsome eyes were cold and stern, revealing an invisible sense of oppression.
His patience was already full, and the cold light in his eyes made people tremble.
Zhang Yumeng retreated subconsciously, half of the anger on her body dissipated, and she still shouted: "It was your nephew who locked me in the bathroom and played tricks on me several times. There is no one to teach children, and I don't recommend teaching him personally." rule."
Her words ignited Ji Mingyou's anger like sparks, he narrowed his eyes, exuding a domineering aura.
At this time, the assistant rushed up to stop him with a bitter face, trying to reconcile: "Both sides have losses, and messing around here will also increase troubles, won't it?"
"That's right, let's forget it. The girl's mentality exploded when she made a fool of herself on camera. Please bear with me." The director realized that it was serious and stopped watching. If something happened to this woman again, he would not be able to explain it to Mr. Xu.