Temporary worker B said, "Yes, I've been waiting in the garden since noon. Didn't the president say that he just pretended to take a few pictures?"

Temporary worker C asked grievously, "Assistant Guo, can we increase the money? It's been six or seven hours..."

Assistant Guo was also so hot that he was so hot that he secretly opened a corner and said to several people, "As long as the effect is achieved, it is easy to discuss the amount of money. The president is not a stingy person. Stop talking nonsense, and act like a paparazzi!"

Temporary worker A, "Assistant Guo, why is the president asking us to do this for? Is he going to prove himself?"

Temporary worker B, "What else can he prove if he is the president... Is it for the sake of self-satisfaction?"

Temporary worker C, "... Maybe the president is trying to tell that woman that he is the man that all Sydney paparazzi likes to follow and show off his cool new skills?"

"..." Assistant Guo roared, "Hurry up and play your paparazzi!"

Temporary worker A, "Boss, you are also a paparazzi now."

Assistant Guo, “…”

Do you have to do this kind of thing when you become an assistant these days? Did he become the logistics of the boss’s club for chasing his girlfriend?

Is there any...adding money?

The four of them put in a twelve momentum to play paparazzi. In every corner of the mall, no matter which floor Mo Yaochen and Bei Wanxing go, they will immediately follow, lurk, protrude, and take photos...

Although they are actually shooting randomly, it is still very effective.

In front of the jewelry counter, Mo Yaochen hugged Bei Wanxing intimately. The two leaned against each other, making the clerk envious and didn't even want to sell the things. This man is so handsome... Is the woman next to him his girlfriend?

Feeling a direct look at her, Bei Wanxing thought she was the reporter who followed her. She took the mirror beside her and observed from inside and backwards.

She asked in a low voice, “Are those reporters gone?”

"Not leaving!" Mo Yaochen glanced behind, and after seeing the sneaky people, he curled his lips with satisfaction. He pressed Bei Wanxing's head with big palms, "You choose yours, are you falling in love with those paparazzi who followed the photos?"

"No!" Bei Wanxing was curious about how his brain circuit looked different from others. "I just asked, didn't you say paparazzi are dangerous?"

"Of course it's dangerous, so I'm asking you to pick yours!"

“I have nothing to buy…”

"No!" Mo Yaochen hugged her tightly, "If you come to the mall, don't buy anything, do you want paparazzi to write me as a stingy man?"

Bei Wanxing muttered, "You are stingy..." Although it is not about money, doesn't he just like to be angry?

"Why am I stingy?!" Mo Yaochen's face sank. He looked up at the clerk, "Pack up the entire counter for me!"

"No!" Bei Wanxing was shocked and hurriedly grabbed his hand, "We just need to buy one, you don't need to pack it..."

Mo Yaochen lowered his eyes meaningfully and looked at her, "Didn't you say there is nothing you want to buy?"

Bei Wanxing, “…”

Why didn’t he change his name to Mo Yaotao?!

She was speechless. Although she was trapped by him, she said what she bought...

Mo Yaochen patted her waist lightly, and his chin was against her head, "Bao Zaoyue, choose one you like, or you can take it back and choose it alone in the toilet."
Chapter completed!