Chapter 122

The next morning.

Shen Qianshu and Tong Hua got up very early. For the fact that the ATM had gone, Tong Hua expressed regret for three seconds. No one paid the bill today.

Breakfast was still delicious.

Not affected at all.

People in black still protect mother and son.

But I always feel that without something, it's not so lively.

Shen Qianshu and Tong Hua flew home during the day. They had already visited the places that should be visited, and they didn't hurry to go. They wandered aimlessly around the city, took some scenic photos, and ate a barbecue before packing up and going to the airport.

The man in black sent the mother and son to the security check, and the children's painting sent them four boxes.

"A gift for you."

"Young master, this is what we should do."

"What you should do is your business. I'll give you gifts. It's my business. Take it." The little boy's painting was extremely overbearing. "I won't take back what I gave you."

Several people in black had to accept gifts.

Shen Qianshu's mother and son said goodbye to them and passed the security check.

The man in black called the box.

"Sleeping trough!"

Each person has a Patek Philippe men's watch.

vulgar tycoon!

But, little local tyrant, you're not very distracted. You gave four identical watches. At least choose a different style, and they can choose one.

Back home, seven in the morning.

Shen Qianshu and xiaotonghua changed their mother and son clothes, plaid tops and jeans, and were forced by Lin Xiaojuan to make a concave shape at the airport.

I am so depressed.

"Xiaojuan, you're almost done. I haven't slept all night." Shen Qianshu begged for mercy. A little boy can draw a concave shape. Why should she come to the concave shape.

The whole brokerage team is here.

The makeup artist actually wanted to paint the little boy's eyebrows.

"With thicker eyebrows, it looks good on camera and looks three-dimensional."

This toss is more than two hours.

The little boy painting is a popular little boy star. Today is a private trip. It is very confidential and no one has revealed it. There are only passers-by fans in the airport. They also crowded around to take a group photo and sign. The little boy painting instantly turned into a good baby, signed shyly, and was hugged and photographed by strange aunts.

Hey, acting.

"You've been talking a lot lately. You hand in your Weibo, and I want to run it."

Shenqianshu, "can I refuse?"

"No."

Shen Qianshu took out Lin Xiaojuan's mobile phone and bound the account while talking.

"One a day. Don't send too many messy things."

"Wait, I'll rush you to 30 million fans in half a month."

"I'm not a star. Why do I need so much powder?"

"The little boy painting has been spoiled and spoiled recently. Have you got any thighs?" Tong Hua is a very sensible and smart child. In the past two years, even if he became popular all over the country, he rarely exposed Shen Qianshu.

Mother and son rarely interact on public platforms. They want to let Shen Qianshu be an invisible person. Sometimes he will deliberately a Shen Qianshu and ask for praise when he gets any achievements. In addition, he rarely mentions Shen Qianshu.

Recently, this is a high exposure, and it is also a nationwide marriage search, which is obviously... There is nothing to fear.

Who is supporting him?

Li Zhiyuan?

Shen Qianshu's expression is indescribable. Her best friend is her best friend. She has an iron relationship. She knows what she is thinking when her eyebrows move. "It's a long story. Let's talk about it later and let me go home to sleep."

Xiaotonghua and Shen Qianshu got into the car like two salted fish, all paralyzed.

Lin Xiaojuan, "anyway, it's also the peak period. When I go back to the traffic jam, it's just right now. It's unobstructed."

Shen Qianshu, "..."