Then, following their crew, under the arrangement of Qi Yemo, set up a tent on this side of the mountain. After all, Qi Yemo was still not used to the camera being too close to him.

After seeing this beautiful scenery, Chenchen hurried back to the car, took out the drawing board, followed Qin Huo and ran to the opposite side of the mountain...

One hour later.

Qin Huo set up three tents.

One is from the master, the other is from Chenchen and Yangyang’s young master, and the other is from Qin Huo’s own.

In front of the tent, Qin Huo carefully laid a large mat.

There was a lot of food in the middle of the large pad.

Chen Chen sat quietly in the corner of the mattress, immersed in the world of his paintings.

Qi Yemo rarely let go. His figure and the cleanliness cells that are constantly causing trouble in his body are elegant and elegant in suit, sitting on the big doily, as if he is sitting on pins and needles.

Yang Yang glanced at Birdman's father with contempt and choked: "Who is there anyone who wears tights when camping?"

In Yangyang's eyes, the suits and trousers are tights!

Qi Yemo's lips twitched and glared at Yang Yang, "What do you know! You're just camping, you're not a savage!"

Look at what kind of woman Ye Huanyu taught his son to?

In addition to being rough, rude, vulgar, greedy, childish, and irritable, it is also very tasteless! No taste!

Yang Yang pouted, and then ignored Qi Yemo, the bird man. His eyes were so bright that he blew and buried it in the ocean of food...

Ah, the happiest thing is to be able to lie with your family, look up at the blue sky and breathe the fresh air of nature...

But Yangyang didn't feel it was round, because the brother or sister in my mother's belly did not come...

Thinking of this, Yang Yang's mouth froze, and he decided to turn grief and anger into food!

Sit up and start plundering the full amount of food, but...

"Original imported milk from New Zealand?"

"U.S. imported snake fruit?"

“Imported coffee from the UK?”

“Imported cookies from Italy?”

"Imported chocolate in France?"

"German imported eggs?"

"Special strawberry?"

...

At the end of counting, Yangyang finally couldn't help but roar, "Yangyang should not eat these cold imported foods, Yangyang should eat roasted chicken wings!"

Qi Yemo's cold face twitched, "Don't eat unhealthy food!"

"How can you camp like this... It's better to lie on the sofa and eat snacks while watching TV!" At least Yangyang and his mother used to do this when they were on vacation at home! Is it necessary for the father of Dead Bird to move such things that can be done at home to Rotten Mountain?

At this time—

"Mr. Qi, can we start shooting?" The captain of the film crew ran over from the opposite side of the mountain and said respectfully to Qi Yemo.

Qi Yemo's eyes swept away Yang Yang with a tangled face and Chen Chen with a quiet face, while Qin Huo stood respectfully.

"Let's start--"

The second young master Qi froze his face.

“OK! Power on—”

So, a strange camping scene jumped into the camera...

The Flan Mountain is still the Flan Mountain, the sky is still the blue sky, and the clouds are still the clouds of City A.

But have you ever seen a person wearing expensive suits and clothes, sitting in the mountains in a cool and handsome position, and just calling it camping?
Chapter completed!