Chapter 862

It must be a pity for children to quit the program recording because of an accident.

That's why Mo Boyuan took the initiative to contact director Liu to come to the villa and shoot the last scene. Well, it's a farewell banquet.

After all, the three members of the family will have to fly back to Yuncheng early tomorrow morning. Several elders don't want to disturb the young people's party, and the children are all right. They simply go back in advance.

Otherwise, we'll wait together.

Mohist people, but no one will be idle.

Not to mention the father and mother.

Of course, in addition to some young people, they can enjoy their childhood carefree.

"Who?"

After watching the man put down his cell phone, Jiang listened to Xu's whisper.

"Director Liu, who recorded the previous program, will come later."

Jiang Tingxu sat up from the recliner and looked at the man in front of him:

"Should I avoid it?"

Avoid?

The man is biting these two words:

"Why?" asked the rhetorical question.

Um?

Is there any reason?

Jiang listened to Xu sip his lips:

"I'm not suitable to appear in the camera!"

Every time I dream that I am completely exposed, I will be scared to wake up.

If it really appears in the camera, the future life and work will be disrupted. Jiang Tingxu doesn't like this uncontrollable thing to happen to himself.

Mo Boyuan saw the meaning on the woman's face, sighed silently in his heart, but took his wife's hand and held it tightly:

"What are you afraid of? Just expose it. I'm here!

Don't believe in your man's ability? "

For so many years, Jiang listening permission has never been exposed to the public. Among them, it is indispensable to someone's means.

You know, there are many people in the upper class circle of Yuncheng who know Jiang's permission.

But Leng is that after so many years, there is no news.

How could it be if no one was behind?

Not to mention, Mo Boyuan, in addition to the super halo of the prince of Mohism, is also the top stream in the entertainment industry and has won the title of film emperor for three consecutive terms.

I don't know how many people are digging behind the privacy and black material of the Mexican film emperor.

However, the biggest black material is the self explosion of the Mexican film emperor!

The entertainment records, the media and the paparazzi's face in the circle were slapped.

Jiang listens to Xu's white eyed man again:

"Do you believe in unimportant and important things? I don't want the pace of life to be disrupted!"

Quiet and low-key is Jiang Tingxu's current style.

The once high-profile wind, cough, can't accept it at all.

Mo Boyuan smiled, his lips lifted up, and 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 the man dares to say, Jiang listens to Xu, of course he won't believe it.

"Yes."

He answered.

It's rare that I didn't take back the hand held by someone.

When the children not far away were tired of playing, they lost their clubs and ran over:

"Mom, Ningning's arms are so sour!" he hugged his mother's waist and sprinkled Jiao.

He was sweating and left a deep mark on Jiang Tingxu's clothes.

But obviously, none of the three present cared about this problem.

To be exact, this is not a problem at all!

"It's normal to have sour hands. It may hurt tomorrow. Come on, mom, rub it for you."

The little man was very happy and quickly handed over his hands.