Chapter 712 Ning Ning Cried

The little man was crying, and Mo Boyuan directly put him in the chair and started to spread the sheets.

By the time the sheets were almost spread, a certain little guy was almost done crying, just sobbing from time to time.

Probably, he came to a profound understanding: no matter how much he cried, it would not help.

The weather on the island was a bit cold at this time, so Mo Boyuan found a long-sleeved jacket from the suitcase. Fortunately, his wife was thoughtful.

The little guy was helped by his father to put on his coat, and then he raised his head and looked at Mo Boyuan in a daze.

"Do not cry?"

Why are you still crying?

"Yeah." He pursed his lips, feeling aggrieved.

He reached out and took his son into his arms and gave him a hug:

"Okay, it's not bad here. Isn't dad still here?"

The little mind was almost soothed, and it didn't seem to be so resistant anymore.

Two small hands circled his father's neck:

"Dad, will we all live here after that?"

Mo Boyuan nodded:

"Well, we have to live here for this week. Next time we go somewhere else, we will choose the best one."

"good."

So, brat, you must have better luck next time and don’t choose room No. 5 again, otherwise your dad won’t be able to stand it.

"Sit here and be good while dad packs your things."

"oh."

There are actually two cans of milk powder provided by the sponsor on the table, but the water has not been boiled yet, so I can only watch.

The little man couldn't sit on the chair for long. After a while, he slid down to the ground and followed Mo Boyuan on his back:

"Dad, are we going to stay here for a week?"

"Um."

"Can I go home in a week?"

"No, we can't go home until three weeks later."

This time the show was filmed in three different locations.

Three weeks?

The little man started to clasp his fingers:

"It feels like it will take a long time, more than twenty days."

Mo Boyuan smiled:

"How can there be more than twenty days? Isn't it just twenty-one days?"

The villain suddenly pursed his lips:

"Dad, can you call mom?"

"It shouldn't be possible now, otherwise you can ask them yourself."

"Well, Ning Ning will ask now!"

I really miss my mother, so I can’t wait to call her right away to hear her voice.

With so many people watching outside, Mo Boyuan continued to tidy up in the room.

The dignified prince of the Mo family, when did you ever do this kind of work?

But now, if you don't do it yourself, will you let the brat do it?

Anyway, I just feel it now: This program is not what it says on the surface. It is a program for bringing children to play. It is obviously to train fathers.

The little guy had already arrived in the yard and went straight to the familiar filming director:

"Uncle, uncle, can Ning Ning call her mother?"

The filming director has been following this little guy since Yuncheng, and he likes him very much.

But principles are principles and rules are rules.

"Not now. You can wait until you have a meal and rest."

It's nine o'clock in the evening now, so I probably won't be able to rest until eleven or twelve o'clock.

Mainly because today is the first day here, it is quite time-consuming and delayed a bit.

The fourth group had just arrived, and the final fifth group had just received the news and was still ten miles away.

The rejected little guy immediately looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, and returned to the room with his little head hanging down:

"Dad, uncle won't call."

This result is not unexpected.

"Then we'll fight again later. After we finish cleaning up here, we can go find Uncle Ye."

"Looking for brother Shitou, okay, okay!"