When Mo Heng came out of Seventh Avenue, he found that he was being squatted by paparazzi.
These people couldn't enter Seventh Avenue, so they could only squat on the periphery, carrying long guns and short cannons, aiming at Mo Heng's nanny car.
Mo Heng told the driver to go around the city several times before returning to the community where he lived.
Mo Heng also lived in a high-end community in Yuncheng, where every inch of land was expensive. The property management was very strict, and paparazzi couldn't get in.
When the car arrived at the underground garage, Tangtang was already asleep, lying limply in Mo Heng's arms, with small snot bubbles bubbling from his nose.
Mo Heng took his sports coat, wrapped her like a small rice dumpling, carried her on the elevator, and went straight into the house.
As soon as he entered the door, he found that the lights in the house were on, and Chen Qiong was sitting in the living room with a bag of French fries in his arms, watching TV and eating, leisurely.
Mo Heng turned around and changed the password.
Chen Qiong heard the voice and realized that it was Mo Heng who entered the door with Tangtang in his arms and was changing the password. The agent's intuition prompted her to jump off the sofa: "Mo Heng, you are not really behind my back to do bad things, right? Did you even change the password at home?"
Mo Heng glanced at Tangtang in his arms: "Tangtang will live with me from now on, it's not convenient for you to come in and out."
Chen Qiong: "???"
Isn't it just a little sister who is less than three years old, and it's not a girlfriend who lives in. I'm afraid of being bumped into a shy picture, what's the inconvenience
Chen Qiong was very speechless: "I am your manager!"
Mo Heng sent Tangtang into the bedroom: "Sister Chen, I'm 20 this year, and I need my own space and privacy."
Chen Qiong: "???"
It's not like he's only twenty today!
Why did he grow up all of a sudden
But after working with Mo Heng for ten years, Chen Qiong knew that once Mo Heng made up her mind, it would be useless for her to say anything.
The potato chips in my hand suddenly became stale.
Chen Qiong silently put down the potato chips, and picked up a thick cooperation agreement from the coffee table: "Here, the TV station heard that you are willing to cooperate, and sent the cooperation agreement over, urging us to sign it quickly! I checked it with the legal counsel Well, the terms of the cooperation are fine, it depends on whether you are willing..."
Mo Heng took over the cooperation agreement and carefully read it.
Chen Qiong knew that in the past few years, although Mo Heng's schedule was very full, he never relaxed his demands on himself. He spent all his spare time studying, and even took the judicial examination in a low-key way, and passed with a high score.
With a theoretical foundation and practical experience, he looked at the agreement much better than the company's half-baked legal affairs.
After reading it, Mo Heng quickly added a few items to the back of the agreement with a pen, and then handed it to Chen Qiong: "Show it to the TV station, and if they agree, I will sign it immediately."
Chen Qiong took it over curiously and found that Mo Heng's request was really weird.
It was very different from the Mo Heng in her impression.
When filming in the past, Mo Heng's biggest requirement was that the script should be solid and the crew should be professional.
In addition, whether it is wearing a cotton-padded jacket in summer or jumping on a glacier in winter, no matter how difficult or dangerous the shooting is, they will all take the order.
Ke Moheng's requirements for this parent-child variety show:
Don't shoot when it rains.
Don't shoot when you go down the river.
Don't shoot water guns... wait, blah blah blah.
That is to say, anything that will be stained with water will not be photographed.
In addition, any form of cooperation that Moheng thinks is not suitable must be stopped immediately—
In other words, Mo Heng has a veto right over the filming content of this variety show.
Chen Qiong clutched her little heart.
She tried her best to match up this parent-child variety show, just to get Mo Heng out of the suspicion of low EQ, bad temper, and playing big names!
Why did Mo Heng take the slant of his sword and deliberately set a trap for himself
Mo Heng: If I hate it, I will send it~~┓(`)┏
Tangtang: I send a few letters in secret, even my opponents are afraid! Fierce~~~Aw~~
(end of this chapter)