Chapter 712: Ningning cried

The little man was crying, Mo Boyuan put the person in the chair directly and began to spread the sheets.
When the sheets were almost covered, a little guy was almost crying, just sobbing from time to time.
Probably, it is a profound understanding: no matter how much I cry, it will not help.
The weather on the island was a bit cold at this time, and Mo Boyuan found a little man's long-sleeved jacket from his suitcase. Fortunately, his wife was thoughtful.
The little guy was put on his jacket by his father's hands, and then raised his head dumbfounded to look at Mo Boyuan.
"Do not cry?"
Why are you crying?
"Yeah." Pursing her little lips, she was aggrieved.
Reached out and hugged his son in his arms:
"Okay, it's not bad here, isn't there still a dad?"
The little mind was almost soothed, and it seemed to be less resistant.
Two little hands circled his father's neck:
"Dad, will we all live here after that?"
Mo Boyuan nodded:
"Well, we will all live here this week. Next time we go to another place, let's choose the best one."
"it is good."
So, brat, you have to feel better next time, don't pick a fifth room out, or your dad will not be able to stand it.
"Sit here obediently, Dad packs things."
"Oh."
There are actually two cans of milk powder provided by the title maker on the table, but the water has not yet boiled, so I can only watch.
The little man couldn't sit on the chair for long, before slid down to the ground, and followed Mo Boyuan's side:
"Dad, shall we stay here for a week?"
"Ok."
"Can you go home in that week?"
"No, we can't go home in three weeks."
This time the show was filmed in three different locations.
Three weeks?
The little man began to break his fingers:
"It feels like a long, long time, more than twenty days."
Mo Boyuan smiled:
"How can there be more than 20 days? Not just 21 days?"
The villain suddenly narrowed his mouth:
"Dad, can you call mom?"
"It should not work now, or you can ask them yourself."
"Well, Ningning will ask now!"
I really miss my mother, so I wish I could call and listen to my mother's voice.
Looking at so many people outside, Mo Boyuan continued to clean up in the house.
The dignified prince of the Mo family, when did you do these tasks?
But now, if you don't do it yourself, is it possible to let the brat do it?
Anyway, I only feel it now: This show is not what it says on the surface. Bringing the kids to play is obviously to train the fathers.
The little guy has arrived in the yard at this time and directly finds the familiar filming director:
"Uncle Uncle, can Ningning call her mother?"
The filming director has followed this little guy since Yuncheng, and he likes it very much.
But principles are principles, and rules are rules.
"I can't do it now, I can wait for a meal and rest."
It's nine o'clock in the evening now, probably, you have to wait until eleven or twelve o'clock to rest.
Mainly today is the first day, it takes more time and some delays.
The fourth group has just arrived, and the final fifth group, just received news, is still ten miles away.
The rejected little guy suddenly returned to the room with his head drooping, just like the eggplant that Shuang beat.
"Dad, uncle won't call."
This result is not unexpected.
"Then call again later, let's go find Uncle Ye when we clean up here."
"Look for Brother Stone, okay, okay!"