"It's like this. Have you noticed that Gu Jiaming's appearance has not changed at all compared to when he first appeared six years ago. Although celebrities are very good at maintaining their health and cannot tell their age, the information I found shows that Gu Jiaming never goes to a place like a beauty salon. In six years, he has not even changed at all, which is actually very suspicious. I just found something this morning. Mo Zeyang was not born in the hospital, and his origin has become a mystery."

Mo Yunqi pondered for a while with a cold face, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "Didn't it be born in the hospital... Where did Zeyang come from?"

The young man said in embarrassment: "We just came to China and have not installed many of my hidden threads. You have to give me some time."

Mr. Mo was very tolerant, "Then let's check where Mo Zeyang was born first. I'll give you a month."

The young man was stunned for a moment, his face collapsed instantly. Only Mr. Mo could say such cruel words in such a gentle tone, which was simply a death-death urging him.

If Mr. Mo didn't believe in ghosts, gods and monsters, he wanted to say, don't check it, then the two of them might be transformed by fairies, otherwise why wouldn't they find any origin?

If Gu Jiaming knew what he was thinking, he would definitely applaud him: You are such a smart bipolar beast!

Of course, the actor Gu Dafa is not aware that in order to get both of them home, Mr. Mo is step by stepping off his cute fox skin.

What he is thinking now is: How can I draw Mo Yunqi's words?

Do you want to press Mo Yunqi down directly, grab his collar fiercely, and torture him to confess: How did you think of me? You say you say you say you say you say you!

If I don’t explain it carefully, I will bite you or not?

———

It was already past nine o'clock when Gu Jiaming came back in the evening, and Mo Zeyang had already taken a shower and was about to go to bed.

Of course, the shower was washed by Mr. Mo himself. Mr. Mo, who was not familiar with this process, encountered a Waterloo in the bathroom for the first time. The father and the father rolled all over the water together. In the disgusting eyes of his son, he finally wrapped a blanket and threw it into the quilt.

Gu Jiaming didn't have time to eat, so when he came back, he hugged Mo Zeyang and rolled around on the bed.

The little boy's belly feels so good!

It's much softer than Mr. Mo's butt!

"Dad~~" Mo Zeyang was wearing a blue four-cornered little fat man, hugging Gu Jiaming's neck and acting cute. His voice was sweet and almost turned into a real body and rolling in Gu Jiaming's arms.

Gu Jiaming hugged him and kissed his fleshy face, "Do you miss your father?"

Mo Zeyang's little friend cooperated very well and squirted on Gu Jiaming's face, his voice crisp: "I want to!"

This unconcealed little tits made Gu Jiaming lightly and rubbed against her baby son.

Mo Zeyang was giggling by him, "Dad, I want to turn into a um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um

Gu Jiaming looked at the hopeful eyes of his baby son. In fact, he also wanted to turn into a original body and roll, but it was obviously not suitable now. "Hold on, wait until he is gone, we close the door, roll from the door to the balcony, and can still turn around in the living room!"

"But, when is he not here?"

"There will be such a day, and opportunities will always be left to those who are prepared."

Mr. Mo stood at the door with his bottle and was not closed. Wen Yan reminded them: "Remember to avoid the legs of the table when you get out and be careful to hit your head."

Gu Jiaming: “…”

Fortunately, it was said that yes, it was not the original body. It seemed that I was quite prescient. Gu Jiaming silently praised his wit in his heart, stuffed Mo Zeyang into the quilt, and asked him to go to bed quickly.

He still wants to talk clichés!

I haven't thought of the method yet.

Mo Yunqi closed the bedroom door, turned around, and stared at Gu Jiaming with a frown. He asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing?" Gu Jiaming subconsciously shook his head, holding his face with both hands, and did not dare to look at Mo Yunqi's eyes. The two of them got together like this, and the distance was very close, and even the smell of each other could be smelled. Mo Yunqi had a very nice smell of men's perfume, exactly the same as that night. This very nostalgic person had not changed the perfume brand for several years, which surprised Gu Jiaming and was a little overwhelmed. It turned out that humans also had such a dedicated person, whether it was treating feelings or the items they used.

Mo Yunqi approached him, supported him with one hand on the door frame, almost half a circle of Gu Jiaming in his arms, so that it would be easier to observe his face better, "Is that okay?"

Unexpectedly, this action made Gu Jiaming blush, his head shaking like a rattle, covering his pounding heart, and muffled: "It's really okay."

Forgot about clichés or something.

His mind is now full of his own heartbeat, which is abnormally fast, just like when he first met Mo Yunqi five years ago.

This human must have imposed dark magic on him!

Mo Yunqi curled the corners of his mouth slightly, lowered his head with a smile, and gently touched Gu Jiaming's ears, "It's fine if you have nothing to do. If you have something to do, you must tell me, don't hold on." Looking at Gu Jiaming's panicked eyes, Mo Yunqi smiled and touched his face, "Be good~ go eat something, have a good sleep after eating."

Gu Jiaming: “…”

What he wanted to do was not done, and he was flirted with a backlash. This time, Gu Xiaoyao didn't have the courage to kiss him, but was stunned for a long time. In the past few years, there were very few parts about love in the plays he had taken, and he was useless to the little things he had felt in Mo Yunqi. After he came back, he worked hard to watch movies and TV series for half a year, and used his ability to remember all the emotional scenes in excellent film and television dramas that have won over the years in his mind. When he used them, he copied the expressions of the actor. Because he had played very little, he was not seen by others at all.

Even if he doesn't understand the so-called noble love of mankind, he can still see that Mo Yunqi is really good to him. If this continues, how can he pay off his love debt?

Gu Jiaming really doesn't want to have feelings for a human who can only live for a hundred years.

If you really love Mo Yunqi is old and dies in the future, what should he do? How many thousand years have passed with his coffin board in his arms?

Before Gu Jiaming could come out of his small world, Mo Yunqi stood on the seventh and eighth step upstairs with his laptop in one hand and his water cup in the other hand, lowered his head and asked, "Jiaming, I have time this Sunday, I want to visit your family."

"Ah?" Gu Jiaming raised his head, looking confused, "Family? I don't know if I have it."

"Don't know?" The faint smile on Mo Yunqi's face gradually faded, and a little disappointment flashed in his eyes. His indifferent tone could not hide his regret, "It seems that I have to perform better if I meet the two elders."

"No, no, no, you are already good!" Gu Jiaming hurriedly corrected the other party's "dangerous" idea. Please don't be better. He will be even more unresolved. The other party's expression inexplicably made Gu Jiaming feel guilty, "I really don't know. I forgot, don't get it wrong."

Mo Yunqi frowned slightly, forgot?

Gu Jiaming nodded, stared at the other party with a serious look on his face, "Forget it, there are only kids left in the family." The implication is that you don't rob me, if you snatch him away, I will have nothing.

Mo Yunqi's eyes flashed and he nodded slightly, "Do you want to know what happened before?"

"I don't want to," Gu Jiaming spread his hands freely, "What if I had a bad memory before? What if I was a big devil who killed people? I'm happy every day now, how great it would be."

Mo Yunqi's serious eyebrows and eyes instantly stretched out, showing a knowing smile. With his smile, the serious momentum on his body instantly disintegrated, and his eyes looked at Gu Jiaming with a cramped smell, "Big Devil? You?"

He shook his head and smiled and told him: "Go to bed early, don't play too late."

The doting tone was like coaxing a child. Gu Jiaming's heart thumped, raised his hand to cover his eyes, squinted his eyes and looked up at Mr. Mo's figure from below, his face becoming more and more serious: I just thought he was very handsome, handsome and shining. I must be something wrong with me!

However, no matter how handsome he is, he is still a fragile human. Gu Jiaming suddenly felt sympathy for humans. Such a perfect person can only last for a hundred years.

Suddenly, there was a little bit of loneliness.

No! It seems to be despised just now!

———

Sleep is actually not very important to the fairy. Gu Jiaming sleeps with Mo Zeyang just to better adapt to human life. He should eat, sleep, and work.

He slept very little while filming. He spent all the scenes and lines of the next day that night. The scenes that are not easy to shoot must be practiced several times in advance so that he can pass them once the next day. This is one of the reasons why Gu Jiaming was named a desperate man in the circle. Is he too dedicated? He is so dedicated that he doesn't sleep.

Mo Zeyang was already asleep, Mo Yunqi was working in the study on the second floor, and Gu Jiaming held the script, Zhongli Shao possessed it, and moved around in the lobby on the first floor for more than an hour. After remembering everything, the actor Gu Daqiu curled a gloomy sneer, hum, tomorrow will be the opponent of Young Master Deng, I hope he won't get stuck. When I remembered that when Deng Xing first entered this circle, he was wandering around like a fool, and the petty fox wanted to kill him back.

After putting down the script, Gu Jiaming secretly held a few bags of cat food and canned food, picked up the fruit tray and dried fruit tray at home, and slipped out of the room again.

Mo Yunqi stood by the window, watching Gu Jiaming not doing anything, and there were many small animals around him. They were eating the food that Gu Jiaming took out without robbing or making trouble. Two little squirrels were holding dried fruits, standing on Gu Jiaming's shoulders, one left and the other, and handing the pickled kernels to Gu Jiaming.

Such a strange scene reminded Mo Yunqi of the incident that happened to Mo Zeyang in kindergarten. The child also had such an attraction to these animals. Is it just a small animal? Mo Se's eyes gradually sinking, and a ridiculous thought suddenly popped up in Mo Yunqi's heart, and then he suppressed it.

Impossible, the rumors in the market are just a topic of entertainment for people after dinner, so how could such a ridiculous thing be so ridiculous?

But how should we explain all this in front of us?

The author has something to say: Mr. Mo: "I always feel that something is wrong with my wife and son."

Gu Jiaming: "That must be your illusion!"

Mo Zeyang: "Yes! Illusion!"

Mr. Mo: "I feel even more wrong when you talk together."
Chapter completed!