Nan Shao, the drama master, he has started again

Chapter 1100 He really wanted to ask Nan Jinghong: Are you sick?

Nan Jinghong drove Shu Nianchen downstairs to Xie Yiting's studio, watched her get out of the car and entered the building, Nan Jinghong restarted the car and drove away.

I dialed the number with bluetooth, rang for a while, the person over there picked it up, and the voice came over lazily.

"What advice does Young Master Nan have?"

Nan Jinghong said bluntly, "Come out to play when you have time, bring Xiaobao with you."

The person on the other side of the phone was obviously silent for a while, and after a while, he asked in disbelief, "Did I hear you right?"

Even Lang Mochen, who had not changed his face before the Taishan collapse, encountered a time of surprise.

Lang Mochen couldn't understand and said, "With that brat, what do you want to play?"

He really couldn't figure out, well, how could Nan Jinghong be interested in Xiaobao.

"Golf?" Nan Jinghong thought for a while, with a somewhat uncertain suggestion, "An outdoor exercise that is not strenuous is fine."

He doesn't have so much experience in playing with children.

From Shu Nianchen's words, Nan Jinghong knew that she was thinking for him, so she did everything possible to hide Xiaobao's existence. She didn't say anything more. Nan Jinghong understood her actions.

There are still many uncertain factors lurking around them, he doesn't even dare to be with Shu Nianchen dignifiedly, if Xiaobao's existence is known by the secret person, Xiaobao will be more dangerous.

As for the surprise that Shu Nianchen mentioned...she had such intentions, why didn't he cooperate well?

Even though it's not a good time to spread out, but knowing that Xiaobao is his son, the little life he was looking forward to six years ago is now in the same city as him, Nan Jinghong couldn't restrain himself, and wanted to see him .

Anyway, with Lang Mochen as the mediator, no one would doubt anything.

However, Lang Mochen, who had become a middleman for no apparent reason, was not so cooperative.

He said contemptuously, "Trouble, that kid is suitable for watching cartoons in a hotel."

Nan Jinghong was very concerned, "What does he like to watch?"

Lang Mochen responded casually, "Detective Conan."

Nan Jinghong's eyes lit up, as expected of his genes, at such a young age, he only watched such profound things.

No wonder he is so clever and has a lot of ghost ideas.

but……

"Children's eyesight is not good from watching TV all the time. You should pay more attention to it and don't let him watch it when the time comes." Nan Jinghong explained earnestly.

Lang Mochen: "..."

He really wanted to ask Nan Jinghong: Are you sick?

Call him for no reason, just tell him about that brat?
And let him pay attention to the time that little fur kid watches TV?He didn't throw him out of the room, which was the greatest face for Jin Kaka.

The words were not speculative, and Lang Mochen was too lazy to chat with Nan Jinghong, so he said that he had a free appointment, and hung up the phone.

At this moment, Nan Jinghong, who was full of the glory of a loving father, didn't mind being hung up on the phone in disgust. On the contrary, he continued to maintain a good mood and called Zong Yuan.

"Master, I'm at the airport." Amidst the noisy background, Zong Yuan's voice was exceptionally clear.

"Well, after picking up Xiaoli, take her to the hotel, and then help me with things."

"Sir, say it."

……

Xiaoli came out from the exit, dragged the suitcase, and searched around the crowd with watery eyes.

Just when she was in a daze and couldn't find the target, a straight and straight figure approached her from the corner of the eye. Before she could see the face of the person clearly, the next moment, she was hugged into a firm embrace, tightly hold.

(End of this chapter)