Chapter 967 Can We Take a Photo Together?

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"Sister, can we take a photo together?" the fan asked weakly.

Jiang Tingxu was also stunned for a moment after hearing this.

However, a certain man spoke out first:

"No! But you can sign!"

The previous part of the answer will make some little girls regret it.

When I heard the word "but", I felt very happy.

Mo Boyuan did not agree to take a photo, naturally because he knew that his wife did not want to be recognized, so he refused.

I also saw that my wife was very friendly to a few girls and seemed to like them very much, so I added another one to sign later.

Swish, swish, swish, after signing for several little girls one by one, the little girls actually wanted to sign, and Mo Boyuan also agreed.

After signing, the couple prepared to leave.

After all, there are a lot of people here now, and if he is recognized again, he may be in trouble by then.

"Goodbye sister."

"Goodbye~"

It wasn't until both of them disappeared that the little girl suddenly said:

"Oh, we were just saying goodbye to my sister, and we forgot to say goodbye to my brother!"

"Hey, it seems so!"

Fortunately, there are candied haws on a stick and a signature, which is a lot of comfort.

The two people who had already left didn't know what was going to happen on the little girls' side.

When we returned to the hotel, there were three skewers of candied haws left, which I couldn’t eat. Someone didn’t like it, so he gave it to the ladies at the hotel front desk.

It can be regarded as a reward for your own staff!

It was nearly ten o'clock. Jiang Tingxu came out of the bathroom with his hair still on after taking a shower. His hair was already half-dry, and would be completely dry if it cooled down.

Girls, they definitely lack a lot of skin care every day.

Bang bang bang, all kinds of slaps on the face.

Mo Boyuan closed his notebook, got up, took his pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Not long after entering, I heard a phone call.

The next second, I heard my wife’s voice:

"Ning Ning? Why are you still up so late?"

The little guy really felt very, very wronged on the phone:

"Mom, why don't you and dad take Ning Ning with you?"

Forehead.

"Be good, mom and dad have something to deal with. Wait until next time. I'll take you out next time, okay?"

"What's going on?"

"Children, don't ask so much about adult matters. Go to bed soon. There are still many classes to attend to tomorrow."

Speaking of this, the little man felt even more aggrieved:

"Mom, can you ask dad to reduce some classes?"

Ningning was almost too busy with so many classes and had no time to play.

Ah.

"Can't."

This matter was approved by Jiang Tingxu.

Therefore, even if the little guy complains pitifully to his mother, it is impossible to reduce the number of classes.

Who allowed this little brat to be idle at home and mess around to deceive his parents?

"Okay, okay, go to bed quickly, mom is dead."

Seeing that there is no chance for his mother, the little guy has no choice:

"Oh, good night, Mom."

At the end of the sentence, there was a hint of crying in his voice.

Jiang Tingxu ended the call manually, otherwise, he might really not be able to bear it.

In Yuncheng, over at the Mo family's old house, the little man looked very bad after hanging up the phone.

Finally, he climbed upstairs with a calm face and rushed into the room.

Lying on the bed, rolling around and biting his fingers.

I don’t know how long it took before I finally fell asleep.

The next day.

While still sleeping, the phone rang.

Jiang Tingxu answered the phone in a daze:

"Hello!"

"Girl Jiang? It's me, Xie Zhiming."

Forehead?

Open your eyes all of a sudden:

"Uncle Xie?"