At night, Gu Jiaming coaxed Mo Zeyang to sleep and yawned. The injury healed, and it was time to go back to the crew. Looking at Mo Zeyang like this, he couldn't watch enough. When he thought about when he came back next time, Gu Jiaming was reluctant to leave.

Mo Yunqi walked in gently, looked at her lying still, her little butt was facing Mo Zeyang, and asked in a low voice: "Are you asleep?"

Mo Zeyang wore the four-cornered fox's fat pounding. His chubby little butt made the fox's head bulge. Mo couldn't help but touched his son's little butt, and couldn't help laughing, chubby.

"Shh!" Gu Jiaming sat up and signaled not to wake up the little boy. However, when he saw Mo Zeyang's fat butt, he couldn't help but touch it.

"Puff! So huh hahaha!" Gu Jiaming lowered his voice and laughed a few times, turned the temperature of the air conditioner to 27 degrees, then tiptoed out, waved Mo Yunqi and said something about it.

Mr. Mo: "I..."

"Stop! I'll do some serious things first." Gu Jiaming interrupted Mo Yunqi's words, hurriedly ran downstairs, took a box of ice cream from the refrigerator, dug it with a spoon and tasted it, and squinted his eyes with satisfaction, making it feel good!

Then ran upstairs.

Mo Yunqi asked with a smile: "What you are serious about is to steal his ice cream while your son is asleep?"

"This is not called stealing food," Gu Jiaming dug a large piece, handed it to Mo Yunqi's mouth, and said with a smile: "This is called sharing the burden for him."

As the weather gets hot, the child can't help but the temptation of ice cream. Although Mo Zeyang is a little demon, his stomach is stronger than humans, and Gu Jiaming, who is a father, is still worried that he will have diarrhea after eating too much ice cream. He has been controlling Mo Zeyang not to eat too much, and he has to share the burden for him when he finds opportunities.

Mo Yunqi looked at Gu Jiaming's smiley eyebrows and opened his mouth to hold the spoon he handed over. The cold feeling washed away the taste buds, but it couldn't wash away the sweet smell. Looking at Gu Jiaming's smiling eyes, he smiled and licked the cream on his mouth, and praised: "It tastes good." After his low voice was lowered, he looked particularly affectionate and affectionate under the dim light. The distance between the two was too close. Gu Jiaming could freshly see how affectionate and focused the other person was when he looked at him. His long eyelashes could not hide the feelings that these eyes wanted to convey. I don't want this whole world, I just want to see you alone, which made him feel heartbroken. He fed Mo Yunqi again in panic. Gu Jiaming lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at the other person's eyes. "If you like it, eat more, there are still in the refrigerator anyway."

A chuckle came from his ears, and the magnetic sound made Gu Jiaming's ears numb. Mo Yunqi's voice looked like a cello. He lived in a gentleman's country since he was a child. His excellent tutoring and cultivation made him portray calmness and reserve in his bones, so when he laughed, he only laughed a few times. The laughter in just a few seconds was very similar to the light sound of the cello, and it also had a trembling tail sound, which was particularly fascinating. Gu Jiaming blushed and stuffed the spoon of ice cream into Mo Yunqi's mouth to block the other party's smile.

Mo Yunqi hugged Gu Jiaming's waist with his hands, opened his mouth and waited for feeding him.

Gu Jiaming, whose mind was already blank, fed Mo Yunqi one spoonful after another. In the end, he realized that he had just tasted it!

I'll go! What a loss!

Gu Jiaming looked at the empty box with regret.

Absolutely manly, action-minded!

———

What we lack most in summer is mosquitoes, especially in the wilderness. Mosquitoes usually come out in groups. When you see such a hot commodity as humans, you will feel embarrassed to say that you are sucking blood if you don’t bite them.

The crew sat together in groups of three or five, one of them holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand, constantly squirting, and some of them were holding mosquito repellent and flower dew, spraying on themselves from time to time. Even so, the exposed skin was still covered with bags. In order to prevent mosquitoes, some staff would rather wear long clothes and trousers when they were hot.

Looking at Deng Xing again, he is simply a favorite of mosquitoes. Tonight it was a bad place. In the past, these mosquitoes used to share the crew with rain and dew, but the main target of attack tonight was Deng Xing. Each one was super big, so he was sure to take a big red envelope.

In order not to let his face be stinged and affect tomorrow's filming, Deng Xing covered his face with a piece of cloth, and his bag was like a masked thief.

Gu Jiaming sat cross-legged on the grass, wearing a blue round-neck short-sleeved T-shirt on the upper body, seven-quarter jeans on the lower body, and a large piece of white ankles. On the left and right were Pei Peng and Bai Yu. The three of them were holding a few cards in their hands, and a square white cloth was spread in front of them, and they were fighting against the Landlord.

There is not a single mosquito around these three people, which can be described as a wonder of the entire crew!

Deng Xing was so angry that he couldn't get into that small circle. Gu Jiaming didn't take him to play. He played the villain, but he looked like a villain outside the play. They didn't take him anything. Bai Yu was the leader of Gu Jiaming. Pei Peng liked the fun. At first, he asked him to play with Gu Jiaming and the others. After he refused a few times, he stopped calling him. After all, he was better than him, so there was no need to accommodate him every time.

Deng Xing's assistants all sympathized with him and advised: "Brother Xing, go talk to them too. Don't stay alone. They are all young people. They will go play together in a while."

Deng Xing curled his lips, "No! Those three people are so smelly that they don't eat mosquitoes!"

Gu Jiaming glanced at me and asked in a low voice: "Is Deng Xing glaring at me?"

Pei Peng was helpless, "Please calm down and don't be photographed by the reporter." Now some reporters have discovered their shooting location, and they don't know where they are cat at this time.

Gu Jiaming shrugged indifferently, "Forget it, mosquitoes will avenge me."

Bai Yu nodded and nodded. My idol is amazing and can command mosquitoes.

Pei Peng: "..." I don't understand the brain circuits of these two people at all!

After playing this game, Gu Jiaming's phone rang out. Gu Jiaming quickly took it out and saw that it was a video sent by Mo Yunqi.

Gu Jiaming trotted to a place behind the tree where there was no one. He opened it at a glance and saw the scene of Mo Zeyang gnawing chicken legs at KFC.

Gu Jiaming: Why did you two go out to eat? No one at home delivered food?

Gu Jiaming's brows gradually frowned. He was not at home, and the father and son at home didn't even have to eat. One or two meals were fine. Wouldn't they all be hungry and lose weight every day?

Mo Yunqi: Don’t worry, are you tired of filming today?

Gu Jiaming replied speechlessly without being tired. Mr. Mo is really pampering his words like gold. Well, he barely understood this sentence.

Mo Yunqi: That's good, where is the place to live? Are you used to it?

The topic was endless, so Gu Jiaming simply sat there and started chatting with Mo Yunqi.

Pei Peng and Bai Yu waited for a while and found that Gu Jiaming had not come back. They chased after him and looked at him in a hurry. After all, there were few people here and there were overgrown weeds. If there were poisonous snakes or something, it would be very dangerous.

When the two saw it, they were chatting.

When Pei Peng thought of the person chatting with Gu Jiaming, he shook his head, "Come on, he won't come back for a while, let's go back and play with the turtle."

Bai Yu was shocked. Human games are so amazing. People can draw turtles!

———

After chatting with Gu Jiaming for twenty minutes, Mo Zeyang had enough food and had fun, and he felt better. Mo Yunqi told Gu Jiaming and the others that they were going home and chatting later when they got home.

The two of them left the door. The light suddenly flashed in a private car parked not far away. Mo Yunqi stopped, frowned and looked over there, hugged Mo Zeyang with expressionless face and walked away quickly.

Mo Yunqi's temperament dress should be in and out of Michelin restaurants, but now he is taking a kid who looks like him to eat KFC. He definitely puts this child in his heart. If he is not his son, how can he be so spoiled? Not only is there some people in the entertainment industry who are willing to gossip, but the gossip of wealthy families is also a topic of conversation for many people after dinner. Mo Yunqi, a famous diamond bachelor, can definitely become a hot news!

I had to get what I wanted, and the private car started immediately and wanted to leave. At this time, two young men in ordinary clothes walked over and knocked on the car window with a smile.

A man in his forties opened the car window and asked innocently: "What are you doing?"

A young man lay on the car window and said with a smile: "In your career, you should know that sometimes you can't say something amazing even if you're suffocated. After saying it, not only won't make money, but it's also deadly. Next time you follow this tightly, the sniper will treat you as a dangerous person and snipe you directly. Do you believe it?"

———

"Dad, I can't sleep." The first time I was lying beside Mo Yunqi to sleep, Mo Zeyang was fresh and excited, and his father's arms seemed to be different from his father's.

Mr. Mo turned sideways and coaxed softly: "I can't sleep and count sheep."

Mo Zeyang counted with his fingers: "A sheep, a sheep, a sheep,... an alpaca, a sheep, Daddy, have you noticed an alpaca mingled in the flock?"

Mo Yunqi twitched the corners of his mouth and coaxed helplessly: "Don't count it out, you're thinking in your heart."

Such a young child, I don’t know where the spirit comes from. It’s like a small charged motor, constantly moving. Mr. Mo is so tired that he doesn’t want to talk. He feels more and more distressed Gu Jiaming, and I don’t know how much hardship he has suffered to raise this child.

Mo Zeyang closed his eyes and started counting his fingers. If he didn't count his fingers, he would easily count wrongly.

Mr. Mo looked at him counting expressionlessly. After counting for a while, Mo Zeyang said, "Dad, I don't want to count sheep anymore, I want to count alpacas."

Mr. Mo yawned, "Okay."

"One alpaca, one alpaca, another alpaca, one camel, daddy, have you noticed a camel chasing behind the alpaca team?"

Mr. Mo: “…”

"Dad, I'd better count the sheep."

Mr. Mo no longer wants to speak.

Mo Zeyang counted the sheep, and after counting for a long time, he heard a gentle breathing sound in his ear. Before he could fall asleep, Mr. Mo, who had been working for a day, was already muttering. Mo Zeyang shook his little head, pulled the blanket hard, covered his father, and crawled into the other person's arms, sighed helplessly.

Humans are really tired easily.

Forget it, go to bed.

Lying in the tent, Gu Jiaming couldn't sleep, holding his cell phone, looking at the photos of his little ones from time to time, so melancholy that he couldn't help himself.

Missing the baby.

I don’t know if Mo Yunqi, who was taking care of Mo Xiaozai for the first time, could bear it. I was worried that it was Mo Yunqi.

Gu Jiaming collapsed and rolled in the tent with his head in a collapsed manner, rolling in the middle of the night.

———

The next day was Saturday, and Mr. Mo, who was taking care of his children, ushered in the most difficult day of his life.

Because he wanted to take Mo Zeyang, Mr. Mo did not go to the company today and hosted an online meeting at home.

Halfway through the meeting, Mo Zeyang snatched the door and said pitifully: "Dad, I want to shit!"

Mr. Mo, who doesn't know what he can do: "..."

"Dad, there is no toilet paper in the toilet. Have you bought it?"

Mr. Mo, who never goes to supermarkets: "..."

"Dad, I can't hold it in anymore."

"...Then, go to the toilet?"

Mo Zeyang was about to cry, "How can I shit without paper? I'm going to pull my pants!"

The corners of Mr. Mo's mouth twitched, and the logic that he could not shit without paper... Mr. Mo was in a complicated mood and sent Mo Zeyang into the toilet. He searched around at home and found a pack of wet wipes. He asked in a discussion tone: "Can you use this? Let's make do with it first?"

Mo Zeyang puffed his cheeks, like an angry porpoise. He said seriously: "Dad, when you get old, I will never wipe your butt with wet paper." It is very threatening.

Mr. Mo paused and silently put the wet tissue back. Finally, he remembered that there was a pack of napkins on the table.

Mr. Mo finally had paper to wipe his butt: Humph!╭(╯^╰)╮

Mr. Mo, who was too busy, had no choice but to invite foreign aid and summon the old housekeeper at home.

However, before asking the butler to come over, Mo Yunqi still solicited Gu Jiaming's opinion.
To be continued...