Transmigrated Into the Film King’s Little Wife

My name is Ying Jingrui.

When I was born, my mother's fans gave me a nickname: Yuzimei! Because my mother, Liang Wen, is a famous koi queen in the entertainment industry. It is also appropriate for the daughter of the Koi Daxian to be called Yuzaimei.

I came suddenly when my mother was in a mess, I came unexpectedly, and I was expected by everyone, so some people called me Wan Wanmei! It means it's too late.

My father used to be very powerful, but he was obsessed with doting on his wife, and his career ambition was gradually eaten by dogs, so he was gradually overshadowed by my mother's momentum. Especially after I was born, my father changed from a wife slave to a daughter slave, and he was even more unwilling to make progress. He played with me all day long, wishing he could hang me on the waistband of his trousers.

So the fans on my father's side called me Dandanmei, implying that I was the chief culprit for delaying my father's career. Of course, Mom is the culprit.

I don't care what I am called, because my mother said, no matter what others say about me, I am my parents' sweetheart. As the child of a star, I naturally have to bear more discussions, not to mention that my mother is a super star, and my father was once a super star. Under the double halo, from the moment my father carried me out of the hospital, I was destined to live in the eyes of everyone.

The pressure is really a bit high.

Everyone knows my date of birth, my birth weight, and my tiny feet. Fortunately, my parents are not the kind of crazy children who show off their children. Unlike some children’s parents who post their children’s eating, drinking, showing off, nudity, and photos on Moments or Weibo, so many people commented on me before I was three years old. The impression still stays on the only photo posted by my mother on Weibo.

This photo was taken on my first birthday. It is said that it was a grand birthday party. It's a pity that besides being able to eat my fingers, my memory was not even as good as a fish with a seven-second memory.

I was wearing a pink floral dress, obediently standing on a small table, with colorful balloons hanging on the back, and a birthday cake taller than me, with the words "Jing Xing Qing Yun, Rui Cai Xiang Yun" written on it.

All right. The eight characters of these two idioms can be summed up to say that I am a little cutie stepping on the auspicious clouds and a good baby with auspicious light. It is said that when my father named me, I pulled out a big lump of hair, and thought of almost a hundred names, all of them looked cross-eyed, and I still haven't decided which one to use. It was later that mother tried her best to turn the tide and rescued father from the sea of ​​names, and she ordered her troops to find a pleasing name to settle the matter.

Speaking of my looks, it's also a bad thing.

Because mom and dad have a lot of fans, and it is said that fans are divided into wife fans, girlfriend fans, husband fans, boyfriend fans, mother fans, and father fans. Who do I look like is a bloodbath, and even when my one-year-old photo was officially posted, I was on this hot search because of it.

Oh, right. Because of this incident, I can be regarded as the youngest winner of Weibo hot search.

#yingjingrui looks like a mother or a father#

Intercept a section of comments from netizens, and you can see the intensity of the incident at that time.

#粤子妹Looks like my Wen, Yingjia fans, please rest, if Yuzai looks like her father with inner eyes, how can she be as smart as an elf?

#我臣姜贵质, Shu Lang's facial features, there are seven or eight parts preserved in Dandanmei. If you have to jump out of a place like Liang Wen, I think only Dandanmei with fair complexion is up to me! Others, we do not recognize!

#I'm furious. He obviously looks like Wen at a glance, but the fans of the other party are really blind, and they want to pull everything on Ying Shunchen.

#Ultimate contrast. I analyzed the facial features of Dandanmei and my minister myself, not to mention very similar, at least seven points alike. Especially the nose is a copy.

No matter how netizens analyze it, anyway, at home, I can only say that I look like my father. Even if my mother wants to mention that her lip shape is very similar to mine, she can't.

There is also a bottom line for a wife and slave. And I'm my dad's bottom line.

It can be said that I was brought up by my father. He firmly believes that raising children should be done by himself, not to a nanny. Even the nanny hired by my great-grandfather with a high salary was kicked out by my father.

Some people will ask, what is mom doing? Mom is busy filming. She is busy with work and is often away from home. When I miss her, my dad will drive or fly me there to find her.

As long as I appear on the set, all the uncles and aunts I know and don’t know will gather around, look at me up and down, left and right, and smile. If some people try to reach out and touch my face, they will be forced to stop by my father.

I'm the kind of cutie who can watch, but can't touch casually. Because my father doesn't like me being sick, he is afraid that I will be infected with the virus.

Having said that, I want to share a little secret.

I have seen my father's tears.

The way he cries is very different from the way I cry.

When I cried, my voice was hoarse, I wanted to yell out my throat, tears and snot flew together, it was not at all like what the outside world imagined: Ying Shunchen and Liang Wen's daughter is a quiet and beautiful obedient doll.

But when Dad was crying, his brows were tightly frowned, first his eye circles were red, and then two crystal tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, his eyes were full of distress.

At that time, I had diarrhea and collapsed, seeing him so sad, I stretched out my small hand to touch his tears, it was a little hot...

I don't like medicine by nature. My father loves me dearly. When I first started having diarrhea, he saw me crying pitifully and didn’t feed me the medicine on time. It is conceivable later that he was dragged to the hospital obediently for an injection.

Even the doctor issued a serious illness notice. Mom and Dad didn't cry and collapsed on the ground.

The paparazzi who killed thousands of knives also spread rumors that I was going to die.

Fortunately, I survived strong, broke their unreliable rumors, and continued to live in the eyes of everyone.

Ever since I almost belched because of diarrhea, my mother felt ashamed and postponed a lot of work to spend more time with me.

However, as long as my mother is at home, my father's concern for me will be given to her a lot. Because Dad is a senior wife slave, he can't see Mom doing anything. Basically, when he saw my mother wanted to peel an apple or make milk powder for me, he quickly asked her to sit down.

So, the result of Mom being home is that Dad has two daughters to take care of.

Anyway, I still love them.

Today is Father's Day. Let me focus on my dad.

Dad is really a good dad. Since I was born, he has used his beautiful words to record the frequency of my breastfeeding, the regularity of my stinking, and the changes in my weight and height. Not to mention, when I turned over, when I sat upright, when I teethed, when I crawled, when I stood up, he carefully recorded these details in a beautiful notebook.

He would hug me and hold this notebook and say to me: "Ruirui, when you are 18 years old and an adult, look through what your dad recorded, and you should feel how much your dad loves you."

At that time, I couldn't speak, I just stuck out my finger and poked the book full of words and giggled,

The thing my father is most proud of is the word I learned to call: Dad. Strictly speaking, what I yelled at the time was "A~Dad!"

When Dad heard that I would call Dad, he happily hugged me in circles, and teased me and said, "Call me Dad again!"

What I love most is being held high by my dad, giggling and shouting at him: "Abba! Abba!"

My mother was very jealous of my father and taught me to call my mother, but based on my ability at the time, I could only call my father.

Dad solemnly recorded this magical moment in my growth file. At the same time, he was very excited to share the good news on his long-suspended Weibo: Today Xiaoruirui called me daddy. whee!

The fan comments under this Weibo instantly exploded. Everyone congratulated him and shouted to see my cute photos.

Some people said that Uncle Ying, who has always been dignified and dignified, actually used the word "hee hee", and he was really dizzy with joy. Some people also said that Ying Ruijing was so old that he could call him father, and it was because his mother, Liang Wen, dragged down her IQ. What's even more exasperating is that some people say that little Rarity knows who is closest to her, so she calls her dad first and then mom.

For such provocative comments, I am very angry, angry for my mother. But my mother said that the mouth grows on other people's faces, so let's just look at it and smile.

Then again, I learned to walk very quickly, I learned to talk very quickly, and it became more playful and interactive.

Dad took my mother and I to travel. Because our family of three is too famous, no matter where we appear, we will attract crowds. Dad hugged me with one arm and mother's waist with the other, and Uncle Zuo Xing and Uncle Luo Hang stood by to protect us, before we escaped the crowd who were all taking pictures with their mobile phones.

When I was young, I could only giggle at these people. It's just that my father thinks that I can't be as unscrupulous as my peers in Disney, and he feels a little uncomfortable. But my mother said, you see, little Ruirui is not afraid at all, she will look for the camera and laugh non-stop, this child is born with a strong camera sense.

Dad touched my little head and sighed, "I hope I can protect her for the rest of her life without any worries."

Later, when I was two years old, my father insisted that I sleep in separate beds. I cried and cried, but I didn't want to, so I insisted on sleeping between my parents.

My father hated me crying the most, so he immediately compromised, saying that I would separate the beds when I was older.

Mother shook her head, snorted and said, "Just pamper her."

Dad kissed my little cheek, "Little Rarity grows up too fast. In the blink of an eye, she will go to kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, and university, and she will get married in a few years. She was abducted by some **** If you can let me spoil her for two more years, just spoil her for two years."

Mom: "You think too far."

No matter how. My father is good to me, and I am also good to my father. It was agreed to sleep in separate beds half a year later, and I really obediently slept in the small bed next door.

But two weekends are good days for me to sleep in the same bed with them, and I will sleep among them.

There's just one thing I can't figure out all the time. I obviously slept between my parents, but I was moved to my own little bed early the next morning.

And when I looked up, I saw my mother nestled in my father's arms, the two of them intertwined, like an octopus in a cartoon...

I was so angry that I crawled over and forced my way into them, pushed my father away, then pushed my mother away, and then lay down comfortably, feeling that I was the happiest child in the world.

Today is Father's Day. I wish my father, Mr. Ying Shunchen, will always be handsome and love me forever. Because I love him the most too.

Hush! Don't tell mom!

The author has something to say: Thank you for the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who voted [Mine]: Jing Xixi 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate [nutrient solution]:

10 bottles of Shang & Heart; 5 bottles of Limu Acridine;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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