Raising You This Small Stuff

When Mo Yicheng received Chen Jiao's message, he apologized in the first half, and explained that he did not actively provoke him in the second half. It can be seen that his guilt on this matter is still greater than grievance.

Mo Yicheng naturally understood Chen Jiao's character. This money is so clever. If he can't bully Chen Jiao, he will use his tactics to directly speculate in the news and pull the heat of the movie promotion period on himself. If this would really drag him to the hospital, I am afraid that he would not even have a bruise, otherwise Chen Jiao would have to receive a letter from the lawyer.

Replied a comforting message, Mo Yicheng contacted the company.

Yuan Suo tried several desserts today but was not particularly successful, and was too embarrassed to ask Mo Yicheng to taste it. He secretly put it in the refrigerator and prepared it for breakfast.

After finishing all necessary items, I took the drawing board and prepared to draw. He raised his head and saw Mo Yicheng frowning on the screen. So he asked carefully, "Mo Yicheng, have you encountered something unhappy?"

Mo Yicheng lowered his head, wishing to wear the hat on the bunny pajamas in the phone, holding the drawing board on the sofa, and looking up at himself with concern.

Mo Yicheng suddenly regretted that the little things weren't physical, otherwise...this would squeeze the fleshy face, it must be very decompressed.

Mo Yicheng said, "It's work." After thinking about it, he was afraid of worrying, and added, "It's Chen Jiao who is in trouble."

Yuan Suo knew Chen Jiao. Although he had not directly communicated with him, Mo Yicheng once told Yuan Suo that Chen Jiao was his assistant and he was very nice. Mo Yicheng said that people are very nice, and that little fat man must be very nice.

Yuan Suo usually doesn't care about Mo Yicheng's work, but he vaguely feels that Chen Jiao's troubles are related to the fierce man backstage during the day.

"Is it because of the person who fell down in the background?" Want to ask.

Mo Yicheng was taken aback, remembering that he had not quit the game at the time. Although the screen was locked, Yuan Suo could see the outside world.

"Did Yuan Suo see anything?" Mo Yicheng asked for confirmation.

Yuan Suo put down the drawing board and solemnly explained what happened in the background. Finally, waving his short arm, he drew an arc in the air with a strong voice, "That’s it, Duang, fell on on the ground!"

Mo Yicheng couldn't help looking at Yuan Suo imitating Qian He's fall, lying on the sofa, a calf twitched vividly~

At the same time, I fully understood what was going on in the background. It was not difficult to calm the news, but Mo Yicheng was not reconciled that Chen Jiao was splashed with dirty water. People like Qian He stayed with his brother sooner or later. It's a scourge.

At this time, Yuan Suo got up from the sofa, because the performance was too involved, the trouser legs ran to the calf, "Mo Yicheng, I have recorded this afternoon's affairs, if you need it..."

Mo Yicheng's eyes lit up, and the little thing was so witty?

"That... exists in your video album."

Mo Yicheng's extended hand paused in the air, as if thinking of something, he didn't look at the phone for the first time, but asked, "Do you have a video recording function?"

I am willing to nodded, "Yes, Dudu has been upgraded. It can record outside pictures, take pictures, and store it. I have a photo album..." Speaking of the back, it seemed that I suddenly realized something and closed it. After closing his mouth, his eyes suddenly became dodging.

Mo Yicheng decided to look at Yuan Suo twice, then temporarily quit the game, clicked on the video album, and he saw a video of less than three minutes in it.

The scene is fairly clear, and all the scenes of how Qian He ran into him, he berated the assistant in the slightest, viciously cursing Chen Jiao. Rao Mo Yicheng has long known that money is of bad character, and can't help frowning when he sees such a video.

and many more!

Click to pause and play back. Mo Yicheng changed his angle and carefully watched the beginning of the video. When Qian He hit him, his eyes were clearly frozen on the phone that Chen Jiao was holding. He was actually going to knock the phone in Chen Jiao's hand? If the phone was broken, Mo Yicheng couldn't imagine what would happen to Yuan Suo. After a while, it seemed that frost crawled all the way from the soles of his feet to his neck.

Qian He, you really crossed the line this time.

Mo Yicheng frowned and sent the video to his agent without hesitation. Naturally, the propaganda team would do the rest. After thinking about it, I sent another copy to Mo Yiyan.

The video was posted for a few minutes.

Mo Yiyan only replied one word: OK.

Mo Yicheng raised his eyebrows. Mo Yiyan was really angry. Usually when he only said one word, his intention was very clear.

After dealing with money and He, Mo Yicheng opened the game again, wishing Suo really sat down on the sofa with his short legs crossed. It's just that instead of holding the drawing board this time, I turned on the TV and tuned in casually. When Mo Yicheng came, he greeted him quickly, and then continued to turn his head to the TV, with a guilty conscience.

Mo Yicheng pulled in the phone screen a bit, squinted his eyes, and watched quietly at the slightly stiffened wish from his back.

Wishing Suo this would have a chubby little hand clinging to the remote control, and both ears hidden in the hat of the pajamas stood up, and he dared not come out nervously. Hmm...Mo Yicheng is so smart, he guessed it, right? That...Should you take the initiative to explain it? I saw a movie before, and the people in it said that the world is: resistance is strict, confession is lenient!

"Dudu, turn off the TV." Mo Yicheng said lightly.

I wish to make a nice oh, and then turn off the TV that I was not watching, and without watching Mo Yicheng, he lowered his head and pulled the carrot buttons on his pajamas.

Mo Yicheng moved the corners of his mouth, suppressing his smile, and asked without emotion: "Do you have an album?"

I wish to shake my hand, and a small green leaf on the carrot button fell off, "I, I... I, I... I only have a junior photo album."

"primary?"

"Only 10 photos can be saved." Yuan Suo said disappointment flashed in his eyes, apparently regretting the lack of storage space.

"In the album, is the picture you took?"

The fingers of Yuan Suo's two hands were entangled, and he hesitated, like a deflated balloon, and decided to confess more broadly, "Um...I...I just took a little bit. No...no sneak shots of Mo Yicheng Private photos, um...not very private...in fact, some have a little privacy, just a little bit."

Mo Yicheng has basically determined the contents of this album. The fingers on his legs involuntarily jog rhythmically. The index finger of the other hand is slightly bent, resting on the temple, and the warm yellow light shines from behind. He coated his whole person with a beautiful halo, and the pampering and joy in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

"Can you see Dudu's album?"

Huh? Is Mo Yicheng asking for his own opinion? I thought that Mo Yicheng would directly use the player's authority to open the album, and I hope to stay for a while and understand that this is a kind of respect Mo Yicheng has for himself. He is not smart, but he can feel the kindness around him, and he can feel the warm giving.

After being caught, he was very nervous and wanted to calm down. He raised his head, looked directly at Mo Yicheng's eyes, and nodded, "Mo Yicheng can see."

Willing to take the initiative to call up the photos.

From the perspective of Yuansuo, it is displayed in an electronic album on the wall. From Mo Yicheng's perspective, it is the reduced photo displayed in the lower right corner of the mobile phone. The size of the photo can be adjusted manually.

Mo Yicheng flipped through one by one, sliding his fingers in front of the screen. With every movement, Yuan Suo’s heart beat violently, and her white face was flushed, and then her temples jumped. Suddenly I regretted that I shouldn't show the photos to Mo Yicheng. Wouldn't Mo Yicheng think he was a bad person? ?

Mo Yicheng looked at pictures of himself.

A side face focused on the script under a desk lamp, a photo of the costume at the shooting scene, a sleepy-eyed person in the morning, and a... with a soft look, he should be operating his mobile phone to make breakfast for Yuan Suo, the warm sun rising from outside the window Spilled in, the color of the photo is extra soft...

Mo Yicheng looked at the photo, his chest was full, and it seemed to overflow, a feeling of...unfamiliar.

"Mo...Mo Yicheng." I wish to see Mo Yicheng not speaking for a long time, very anxious.

Mo Yicheng was pulled back by Yuan Suo's voice, turned the album to the last page in his hand, and was stunned again. It turned out to be a picture of himself after falling asleep. It should be when I was very busy at work the other day. I slept deeply and my movements were...bigger. Half of my face was buried on the pillow, his hair was disheveled, his mouth was half open, and even a little bit turned over because of the shooting angle. The illusion of rolling eyes...

This little thing is so courageous! Mo Yicheng closed his eyes. This is probably the least "appropriate" photo in his 28 years of growing up! ! ! Even in the childhood photos, the little Mo Yicheng above is a serious idol baggage.

"Dudu."

"Yeah." Yuansuo leaned forward nervously.

"...This picture."

"Stay...Stay." Yuan Suo's voice was small, for fear that Mo Yicheng would be unhappy, so he had worked so hard for a long time and deleted all the selected photos.

"Can't keep it." Mo Yicheng meant that the last one could not be kept.

Yuan Suo's eyes turned red all at once, and the little hands hanging on both sides tightly grasped the soft pajamas, "Woo..."

Mo Yicheng hesitated, and finally felt that such an imageless photo would be deleted. In his subconscious, his image in the eyes of little things is not to be flawed!

Seeing that Mo Yicheng was about to press the "Delete" button, Yi Suo felt anxious, his blood surged, and his courage suddenly became so big that he could break through the sky.

"No...can't delete!"

Mo Yicheng paused and saw Yuan Suo in the phone with red eyes and small fists, looking like an anti-tyrant warrior.

"Why can't you delete it?" If the little thing likes it, it's okay to keep... it's just that Mo Yicheng still asked, not knowing what kind of answer he was expecting.

But the answer I would like to say in the next moment is definitely not what Mo Yicheng wants to hear.

"Because...because...Mo Yicheng also has a sneak shot!"

"Huh?" Mo Yicheng was stunned. When did he sneak a photo?

"Take... screenshots, a lot of screenshots." Yuan Suo pursed his lips after speaking, as if he knew that he was impulsive and a little scared, but to defend the photos, he had to hold on. His small stubborn and determined face, big eyes are moist.

Mo Yicheng understood the meaning of the little thing in an instant, and then he was a little embarrassed, and coughed slightly under cover. It can be said that Yuan Suo hit the key point. Mo Yicheng did secretly poke and intercept a lot of Yuan Suo pictures, stored in the phone, and kept a copy in the cloud, thinking that he was unconscious.

"Dudu wants to keep the photo?" After a few seconds of buffering, Mo Yicheng decided to outsmart it.

I wish the little chicken nodded like pecking rice, "Uh-huh!"

"Then... let's negotiate, it's fairer."

Yuansuo reacted, then nodded with confidence, "Well, negotiation is fine."

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