The cover shooting has been postponed for a day and must go to work the next day, Mo Cong is resolutely opposed, Tang Yu is also opposed, and He Xiaowen is strongly opposed.

However, Tang Jian insisted that the opposition was invalid.

In the end, Mo Cong drove a carload of people to the studio.

The bruise on the arm is said to have been accidentally injured during the commercial, and it can also be retouched in the later stage, but the wrist is too obvious, and it looks like a rope strangulation.

Fortunately, the bruises on the wrists disappeared a lot, and Tang Jian even took the lace and silk gloves sewn by Master Owen himself, and the stylist almost didn't kneel when he heard that it was the work of Master Owen, let alone let Tang Jian take off his gloves. Fortunately, these gloves are super domineering and fashionable, whether it is sweet or queen Fan, no one notices the bruises on Tang Jian's wrists.

Rao is like this, He Xiaowen is also quite nervous, and has been staring at the sidelines, as long as there is any wind and grass, she will immediately pounce on it to extinguish the fire.

Mo Cong and Tang Yu sat on the sofa in the lounge area and waited. Many staff members secretly looked at Mo Cong and secretly guessed Mo Cong's identity. As soon as Mo Cong appeared, he attracted the attention of many people, not to mention anything else, his clean and sunny handsomeness alone was enough to attract people's attention, and he had such a good relationship with Tang Yu, people had to wonder who he was.

Tang Yu didn't care at all about those vague glances, he sat obediently next to Mo Cong, his hands on his knees in a regular manner, his eyes looked straight at his mother not far away, with a small face, like a serious scholar, that cute appearance attracted many girls to bubble in their heads, so cute, I really wanted to hug it.

Tang Yu suddenly leaned into Mo Cong's ear and whispered, "I know who my father is." ”

Mo Cong smiled, naturally picked up Tang Yu and let him sit on his lap, pretended that the two were frolicking, and asked in a low voice, "Oh, who is it?"

He had already noticed Ni Sheng when the scandal between Ni Sheng and Tang Jian first spread, until Tang Yu's illegitimate identity was exposed, and Ni Sheng directly told the media that he was pursuing Tang Jian, and he noticed it. Tang Jian seems to be gentle, but he will not easily tolerate the harassment of others, until Tang Jian and Bai Jing broke out in conflict, and he finally determined that Ni Sheng was Tang Yu's father. However, in front of Tang Yu, he still pretended not to know anything.

Tang Yu whispered, "Ni Sheng." ”

It turns out that Tang Yu also knows, does Tang Jian plan to let Tang Yu recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors?

"I'll tell you secretly," Tang Yu added, "I don't really like him." ”

Mo Cong raised his eyebrows, with a fine light in his eyes, the two of them sat on the pure white sofa in the rest area, they were very clean and exquisite, the soft light came down, and the beautiful picture made people's hearts tremble.

"Why?" asked Mo Cong.

"No why, if you don't like it, you don't like it, and you don't need a reason to hate someone. Tang Yu said in an old-fashioned manner.

Mo Cong was amused by him, and said funny: "But he's your father......"

"That's right," Tang Yu's little face collapsed, and he twisted a beautiful knot on his brows and said, "Although he is very beautiful, I feel that he is here to rob my mother from me, which makes me very unhappy." If he hadn't robbed me of my mother, we would have become very good friends. ”

"Don't you want to call him dad?" Mo Cong asked again.

"No," Tang Yu looked at Mo Cong suspiciously, his big eyes were full of confusion: "I don't need my father, why should I call him Dad, if I call him Dad, he will live with me, but I don't want him to live in my house." ”

Mo Cong knew Tang Yu's truest thoughts in his heart, but he didn't express any opinions, but said, "Then, what if your mother wants you to accept your father?"

Tang Yu's little face collapsed a little again, and he looked very entangled: "Well, so I'm not particularly happy, my mother seems to be very good to him, and he is also very good to my mother." ”

Mo Cong glanced at Tang Jian without a trace, then smiled and said, "Why are you upset?"

Tang Yu looked depressed, drilled into Mo Cong's arms, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know." ”

Mo Cong gently patted Tang Yu's back to soothe his frizziness at this time: "Don't worry, as long as you are not happy, you can come to Uncle Mo, Uncle Mo is responsible for bringing you happy, okay?"

Tang Yu snorted, feeling a little better. After a while, I actually sighed.

Listening to Tang Yu's thin sigh, Mo Cong felt for the first time that this ghost elf actually had something on his mind.

He Xiaowen kept wandering around Tang Jian, his eyes glancing in the direction of Mo Cong and Tang Yu from time to time, every time he glanced at it in a hurry, and quickly retracted his gaze, his heart was like a deer.

"Sister He," the hairstylist paid attention to Mo Cong for a long time, quietly moved to He Xiaowen's side, and asked in a low voice, "Is that a newcomer to your company?"

He Xiaowen glanced at the stylist who was ten years older than herself, and her goosebumps fell to the ground when her sister shouted, she followed her line of sight, Mo Cong happened to look over and smiled at her.

The stylist's legs were weak in an instant, grabbed He Xiaowen's arm, and said with a nymphomaniac: "So handsome!"

He Xiaowen forcibly suppressed the diaphragm in his heart, pushed the stylist away and said, "No, he is not an insider." ”

"Oops," the stylist looked at Mo Cong with straight eyes, and said regretfully: "It's a pity, it's so exquisite, and the temperament is so good, it's definitely a high-quality idol if it's packaged well, how could you Mr. Qin let such a good seedling slip away?"

He Xiaowen had a chill, and said in his heart, Mo Shao is not packaged as high-quality idols, okay! Moreover, why do such excellent people mix in the entertainment industry, what kind of thoughts do you have!

But he said: "Oh, hehe, he's not interested in the entertainment industry, hehehe......"

"Tsk, it's really a pity!" The stylist looked at Mo Cong intently, with a nymphomaniac face. He Xiaowen silently stayed away from her, otherwise she would have to ask her if she knew Mo Shao later, and if she insisted on taking pictures, it would be terrible.

Tang Jian changed her posture, He Xiaowen hurriedly leaned over again, she caught a glimpse of a figure in her eyes, she felt a little familiar, she was surprised, looked back again, looked at the person who came suspiciously, her brows were slightly twisted, so familiar!

"Song Xiao!"

"Hey, Song Xiao is here......"

……

Hearing the whispers of the staff around him, He Xiaowen finally remembered who it was.

Song Xiao walked over and saw He Xiaowen looking at him, bowed slightly, and said hello to her. He Xiaowen waved her hand in surprise, she and Song Xiao had never met......

The stylist slid down in front of He Xiaowen: "Sister He, do you know Song Xiao?"

He Xiaowen's head was buzzing, and he didn't want to deal with this startled stylist anymore.

Mo Cong, who was holding Tang Yu, glanced up and recognized Song Xiao. He knew Song Xiao.

Song Xiao is in the fashion circle, although he has just returned to China, but his popularity is very high, most of the staff of the magazine know him, a cutting-edge designer, the winner of last year's Olili Design Award, his first interview in China is their magazine, the staff know that Song Xiao is very familiar with their editor-in-chief, and greeted him with a smile, Song Xiao responded politely.

Song Xiao is more familiar with the editor-in-chief of this magazine, and he came to deliver the invitation in person, and when he heard the editor-in-chief say that Tang Jian was there, he came to the studio by himself.

After a set of photos were taken, Tang Jian saw Song Xiao, and Song Xiao smiled and waved at her. Tang Jian talked to the photographer for a while and walked over.

"Hmm!" Tang Yu saw that his mother was no longer filming, and wanted to jump from Mo Cong's arms, but was hugged by Mo Cong.

"I'm going to find my mother!" Tang Yu struggled twice, but Mo Cong picked him up with a smile, walked over to Tang Jian, and said, "Let's go together." ”

"Second brother, why are you here?" Tang Jian took the water handed over by He Xiaowen and asked.

"I sent an invitation to the editor-in-chief, and I heard that you were there, so I came over to take a look. Song Xiao said.

Seeing Song Xiao and Tang Jian talking and looking like old friends for many years, everyone's hearts were about to be numb, how could Tang Jian know so many bullish characters, this network resource, if it is not popular, there will be ghosts.

"Xiaoyu, this is my mother's second brother......"

"Hmm! I know you!" Tang Yu said seriously: "You are my second uncle!"

"Hello second uncle, I'm Tang Yu. Tang Yu stretched out his little hand, like a little adult.

Song Xiao glanced at Mo Cong, who was hugging Tang Yu, and felt a little familiar, but he wasn't sure where he had seen it, he smiled and stretched out his hand and shook it with Tang Yu's little hand: "Hello nephew, I'm Song Xiao." ”

This scene was both serious and funny, many people were laughing, and even He Xiaowen couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Hello, Mo Cong. Mo Cong hugged Tang Yu with one hand, stretched out his other hand, and smiled politely.

Song Xiao was stunned for a moment when he heard Mo Cong's name at first glance, and his eyes fell on Mo Cong's face again, this face coincided with the vague side in his memory, it was actually Mo Cong.

"Hello, Song Xiao. Song Xiao came back to his senses in a moment, neither humble nor arrogant.

Mo Cong and Song Xiao are both 1.85 meters tall, and they are both rare handsome guys, standing together at this time, complementing each other, very eye-catching.

Tang briefly continued filming, only briefly introduced the two of them to meet and made an appointment to eat together at noon, so they went to get busy, and Mo Cong invited Song Xiao to sit and wait in the rest area together.

Because it was the first time he saw his second uncle, Tang Yu no longer let Mo Cong hold him, but sat obediently between the two.

Although Song Xiao came from a humble background, he has been working hard outside since he was a child, and he has seen all the winds and waves, even if he is sitting next to Mo Cong, a giant who is famous in the world, Song Xiao can be very calm.

He Xiaowen glanced at it quietly, the two seemed to be talking very speculatively, two handsome guys and a cute baby, everyone was itching. Mo Cong is like a jade in the sun, warm and noble, with a faint sense of distance, but not cold. Song Xiao is as steady as a mountain, with a strong sense of security in his speech and demeanor, and his smile is even more hearty and bold.

What if Ni Sheng was also there?

He Xiaowen couldn't help but think.

Ni Sheng is more like an unsheathed cold sword, and it is the kind of king sword that can make people surrender with every look, and the edge is exposed.

This article is from Reading Books Novel