The little cutie applauded warmly, muttered her little mouth, praising her: "Dad is so handsome!"

Sister Jing curled her lips: "I'm full of banditry, how handsome is it?"

The little cutie made a fatal blow: "Be more handsome than your father!"

Sister Jing was furious and insisted on calculating the score with the little cutie: "You said, how many times have you hit your mother this year?"

The little cutie is not afraid, so she pulled her aunt to support herself: "Auntie, is Doudou's father more handsome than your father?"

The second lady was fair and just, and of course she would not favor her. She hugged the little cutie and said, "Of course, she is much more handsome. No matter how handsome her grandfather is, can she be as handsome as Doudou's father? Doudou's father stood on the stage, and the whole world must be obedient."

The little cutie yelled at her mother: "That's right, Doudou's father is the most handsome!"

Sister Jing used her big move: "Do you know what handsome is if you are young?"

The little cutie turned her big eyes a few times and raised her hand to report: "I know, I know, handsome is his father, and his father is handsome!"

Sister Jing was angry and decided to go to a beauty sleep. She was hit by the increasingly domineering little cute every day. She really had no confidence to stay on the throne of the queen.

Just as I was about to go back to the bedroom, I called back. Sister Jing immediately smiled and answered the phone and gave a big praise: "My husband is the most handsome!"

Guan Yin hummed: "What's so handsome? Kuang Youde just asked me for three more songs. Where did I get so many songs?"

Sister Jing smiled and said, "If it weren't for the different circles, they would have to help you make an album. Just one song is just one song. Is there any draft?"

Of course there is.

Guan Yin sang, "The cold Bingyu was shooting randomly on his face..."

Sister Jing hadn’t spoken yet, and Sister Zhao praised: “My junior brother is the most rational. This song is not suitable for you to sing. If you give it to Kuang Youde, it will be considered a favor. What else?”

"Ah, give me a glass of forgotten water..." Guan Yin sang again.

Sister Zhao nodded: "Same as above."

What about the third song?

Guan Yin coughed lightly and began to sing: "Some people can eat the jade building, and the west will release oxygen clothes and clothes on the Hong Kong system. It depends on the trouble..."

What song?

"Happy Monkey".

Sister Zhao didn't understand Cantonese and was stunned for a long time and said, "Do you think it's appropriate?"

The junior brother felt that Kuang Youde had just heard it once and was sure.

"This guy is too greedy and is not satisfied with the three songs. He also wants to ask me to sing one." Guan Yin complained, "I'm going to help again. I have to ask this guy for one hundred thousand or eighty thousand."

Then how much do you think they give you?

Three songs, given Guan Yin’s current status, it is considered a small amount of one million, two or three million is not much, not including copyright.

Sister Jing asked: "How did you sing the chorus?"

Does Guan Yin still dare to hide it? He had to continue singing: "When I was young..."

Brother Hua's "It's not a sin to cry for a man."

Sister Jing and Sister Zhao said in unison: "Have you given it yet?"

With the virtue of my junior brother, I will definitely not sing for the chorus so quickly. After all, Kuang Youde wants to "heaven and the world help each other". To put it bluntly, he wants to take advantage of Guan Yin's popularity. My junior brother hasn't yet decided whether to do his best to help others. It's okay to write songs, but the chorus still has to go home to discuss with his sisters.

Guan Yin honestly replied: "I haven't given it yet."

Sister Zhao immediately asked: "This song is very good, with a unique voice. You keep it and sing it yourself, and you give it another song."

The junior brother praised: "Senior sister is the wisest, is that she sings another song?"

OK, you sing.

"Oh, there is a stupid child outside the quiet village. He was born in the 1930s. He was in the city in his teens and was not afraid of the sun and worked hard in the 1940s..." Guan Yin changed it slightly.

This is a lyric that fits Kwong Youde.

Sure enough, the two queen sisters said in unison: "This song is very suitable for Kwong Youde."

Tian Xian'er explained: "Kuang Youde worked hard from the grassroots level, and is regarded as the king of the most grassroots level struggle. At this time, recalling back then, it should be a portrayal of Kuang Youde's life, which is very suitable for you two to sing, or bring one or two more people."

With the two queens, Tianxian's musical literacy has improved rapidly, which is not a blow.

Guan Yin followed the good deeds: "Okay, then let's do it for Kuang Youde. How do you think the song you wrote for overseas Chinese?"

"One word is so good!" The second lady immediately praised.

The little cutie followed and praised: "Dad is so handsome!"

"Baby, you're so well-behaved!" Guan Yin immediately kissed him from a big distance.

The little cutie didn't ask when his father would come back, and he told him seriously: "Dad, be careful. It's cold, so you have to wear thick clothes. Don't catch a cold, and miss someone!"

Guan Yin almost burst into tears. None of my daughter, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, can match her in the world!

"Dad will be back soon. When he comes back, he will take his baby to the playground. He will definitely go this time!" Guan Yin hopes, "We will all go then!"

The little cutie said with a smile: "I want to go, then I'll wait for my dad to come back!"

Guan Yin almost wanted to get out of the phone. She was still in England and her heart flew home!

He turned around and called his mother back, Guan Yin was proud and said, "How is it, your son is good?"

Guan Ma praised: "My son is the most successful. It's because everyone is singing so hard that he sang well. He sang well and sang well. Mom and Dad are proud of his son!"

Mr. Guan criticized: "Sing like this in the future, don't sing and scolding people."

That can't.

Looking back, Guan Yin called his mother-in-law again and asked, "How is our son-in-law's baby?"

Teacher Qian smiled and knew that he had just called his home. After calculating, he could at least call her the fourth one. He almost became the Queen Mother in his heart. He quickly praised: "The world, ancient and modern, and now, China and abroad, is only one of them!"

Finally, Guan Yin thought about it and called Fan Wenxiu. The old lady must be watching the live broadcast, so she had to call and talk.

Fan Wenxiu was so happy that she didn't know what to do. Although she was just asking about her health these days, she didn't dare to think about the treatment before. When she turned around, she called Lord Duan and showed off proudly: "My son is back."

Lord Duan looked at his phone and rebelled: "Why don't you call me?"

Fan Wenxiu said: "You haven't watched the live broadcast again, so I won't tell you anymore. I just told you that this is the case."

Lord Duan turned around and called the phone, but it didn't work.

Guan Yinzheng called Kwong Youde and sang "Stupid Kid" and Kwong Youde was really crying.

"Kuang, this song..." Kuang Youde choked up and planned to buy the copyright directly.

Guan Yin was very particular and said, "This song is given to De Ge."

The king always grows old one day, and when he can help these old artists with both virtue and art, Guan Yin feels very at ease.

Kuang Youde didn't say anything, just rushing for this guy. If he needs to, he will help him even if he wants to grab the land.

"Go back to have a meal with you." Kuang Youde said this.

Guan Yin smiled and said, "Don't go back, the day before National Day, I plan to organize a flash event for children from all over the country to bless the motherland..."

"No problem, call at any time, arrive at any time." Kuang Youde agreed immediately.

Guan Yinxin is satisfied. This is the main thing. It is possible to gather a large number of singers and performing artists. When the time comes, sings on the East will be what we should do the most.

The Chinese blood that is surging must be yelled out during this celebration. No one organized it, and the motherland was celebrated with a birthday in a deserted state. So many people did not participate in it personally. How could it be done?
Chapter completed!