Chapter 862
It must be a pity for a child to quit the program because he accidentally quit the program.
Therefore, Mo Boyuan will take the initiative to contact Liu to come over to the villa and shoot the last scene. Well, it's a farewell banquet.
After all, the family of three will have to fly back to Cloud City early tomorrow morning. The elders don't want to disturb the young people's party. Moreover, the children are OK, so they will return early.
Otherwise, we will definitely wait together.
Mohist people, no one will be idle.
Not to mention the old man and Mo father and mother.
Of course, in addition to some young people, but also carefree to enjoy childhood life.
"Who is it?"
After watching the man put down his mobile phone, Jiang asked in a low voice.
"Director Liu, who recorded the program before, will come back later."
Jiang was allowed to sit up from the couch and look at the man in front of him:
"should I avoid it?"
Avoidance?
The man is biting these two words:
"why?" Rhetorical questions.
Eh?
Why else?
Jiang listened to Xu's lips pursed:
"I'm not suitable to appear in the camera!"
I wake up every time I dream about my complete exposure.
If it really appears in the camera, the future life and work will certainly be disrupted. Jiang Tingxu doesn't like this uncontrollable thing happening to himself.
Mo Boyuan saw the meaning of the woman's face, and sighed silently in his heart, but he held his wife's hand tightly:
"what are you afraid of? Exposure on the exposure, there is me!
Don't believe in your man's abilities? "
For many years, Jiang has never heard of such an exposure.
You know, there are many people in the upper circles of Cloud City who know Jiang's approval.
But Leng is after so many years, not a bit of news spread out.
If there is no one behind to protect, how can it be?
Not to mention, Mo Boyuan is not only the super aura of the prince of Mohism, but also the top player in the entertainment industry, winning three consecutive film emperors.
I don't know how many people in the back of the big film maker digging the privacy and black material.
However, the biggest black material is the ink big movie emperor burst out!
The entertainment records, media and paparazzi's faces in the circle are just popping.
Hearing Xu's white eyed man again:
"it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. I don't want the rhythm of life to be disturbed!"
Quiet, low-key, is Jiang Tingxu's current style.
Once that high-profile wind, cough, has been completely unacceptable.
Mo Boyuan began to laugh, the corners of his lips lifted up, and he tightened the woman's small hand in his hand:
"you know, don't worry, those recorded clips will be broadcast only after I agree."
so, those who can broadcast, those who can't broadcast are men who has the final say.
Since men dare to say so, Jiang certainly won't believe it.
"Well."
Answer.
It's rare that you don't take back the hand you're holding.
When the children not far away were tired from playing, they lost their clubs and ran over:
"Mom, Ning Ning Ning's arm is so sour!" Holding his mother's waist, she's wearing a delicate.
Sweating, he left a deep impression on Jiang Tingxu's clothes.
However, it is obvious that none of the three present paid attention to this issue.
To be precise, this is not a problem at all!
"It's normal to have acid hands. It may still hurt tomorrow. Come on, mom, rub it for you."
The little man was so happy that he handed over his hands.
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Therefore, Mo Boyuan will take the initiative to contact Liu to come over to the villa and shoot the last scene. Well, it's a farewell banquet.
After all, the family of three will have to fly back to Cloud City early tomorrow morning. The elders don't want to disturb the young people's party. Moreover, the children are OK, so they will return early.
Otherwise, we will definitely wait together.
Mohist people, no one will be idle.
Not to mention the old man and Mo father and mother.
Of course, in addition to some young people, but also carefree to enjoy childhood life.
"Who is it?"
After watching the man put down his mobile phone, Jiang asked in a low voice.
"Director Liu, who recorded the program before, will come back later."
Jiang was allowed to sit up from the couch and look at the man in front of him:
"should I avoid it?"
Avoidance?
The man is biting these two words:
"why?" Rhetorical questions.
Eh?
Why else?
Jiang listened to Xu's lips pursed:
"I'm not suitable to appear in the camera!"
I wake up every time I dream about my complete exposure.
If it really appears in the camera, the future life and work will certainly be disrupted. Jiang Tingxu doesn't like this uncontrollable thing happening to himself.
Mo Boyuan saw the meaning of the woman's face, and sighed silently in his heart, but he held his wife's hand tightly:
"what are you afraid of? Exposure on the exposure, there is me!
Don't believe in your man's abilities? "
For many years, Jiang has never heard of such an exposure.
You know, there are many people in the upper circles of Cloud City who know Jiang's approval.
But Leng is after so many years, not a bit of news spread out.
If there is no one behind to protect, how can it be?
Not to mention, Mo Boyuan is not only the super aura of the prince of Mohism, but also the top player in the entertainment industry, winning three consecutive film emperors.
I don't know how many people in the back of the big film maker digging the privacy and black material.
However, the biggest black material is the ink big movie emperor burst out!
The entertainment records, media and paparazzi's faces in the circle are just popping.
Hearing Xu's white eyed man again:
"it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. I don't want the rhythm of life to be disturbed!"
Quiet, low-key, is Jiang Tingxu's current style.
Once that high-profile wind, cough, has been completely unacceptable.
Mo Boyuan began to laugh, the corners of his lips lifted up, and he tightened the woman's small hand in his hand:
"you know, don't worry, those recorded clips will be broadcast only after I agree."
so, those who can broadcast, those who can't broadcast are men who has the final say.
Since men dare to say so, Jiang certainly won't believe it.
"Well."
Answer.
It's rare that you don't take back the hand you're holding.
When the children not far away were tired from playing, they lost their clubs and ran over:
"Mom, Ning Ning Ning's arm is so sour!" Holding his mother's waist, she's wearing a delicate.
Sweating, he left a deep impression on Jiang Tingxu's clothes.
However, it is obvious that none of the three present paid attention to this issue.
To be precise, this is not a problem at all!
"It's normal to have acid hands. It may still hurt tomorrow. Come on, mom, rub it for you."
The little man was so happy that he handed over his hands.
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