434: Sneak Shoots

Sneak Shoots

The father and son attacked from both sides. Apart from feeling depressed, Jiang Tingxu couldn't help but nod at her son's small forehead:

"You, Little Traitor!"She said softly.

"I'm not!"

...

Yunyu Tixiang wasn't very far from the preschool. It was only about a twenty minutes drive.

When they arrived, Jiang Tingxu held her son's hand and got off the car. She bent down and rubbed her son's small head:

"Be good at school. Mommy will pick you up at noon."

"Okay!"

It was the first time her father and mother sent him to school together in the morning. The little guy was thrilled.

At this moment, Xiao Pang ran over from behind:

"Mo Zhining, Good Morning!"

"Good morning, Xiao Pang!"

"Hey, good morning, Auntie!"

Children nowadays were very polite.

Jiang Tingxu nodded with a smile:

"Hello!"

Then, the two children entered the kindergarten together. After they entered, the little boy did not forget to turn around and wave at his mother.

Jiang Tingxu quickly responded with a few waves. Only when the child's figure was entirely out of sight did she turn around and get into the car.

In a corner opposite them, someone was holding a camera and clicking a few times.

Jiang Tingxu didn't notice anything from the beginning to the end, but Mo Boyuan's sharp gaze shot over.

That person instantly shivered:

It's over; I've been discovered!

Thinking of the consequences of his peers secretly taking photos of this man all these years, his shoulders couldn't help but tremble.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, two bodyguards appeared in front of him.

Without the need for the other party to speak, he took the initiative to hold up the camera:

"Brother, I, I, I... They're all here. You can delete them yourselves."

This desire to survive was too strong!

Since he was already so cooperative, there was naturally no need for them to make a move. The bodyguards took the cameras and started to take a look.

Oh my, he took quite a lot of pictures?

He started taking pictures from the moment the Madam and the Little Master got out of the car. There were quite a few pictures of the mother and son on both sides.

"Alright, we'll take the memory card and return the camera to you."

This, this, this...

"Brother, there are other people's photos in the memory card!"

Those photos were the paparazzi's lives!

"Looks like you don't even want the camera anymore, right?"

Cough.

"No, no, no!"

If the camera was gone, he could only bring his head back to report.

After the bodyguard left, the paparazzi quietly moved his feet away. A phone that had already turned on the recording function had just been stepped under his shoes.

Fortunately, it was not discovered.

He pressed the red circle, and the recording ended.

After that, he excitedly called to report.

"Chief editor, we got it. We got it."

"Who did we get?"

"We got Emperor Mo and his Madam sending their children to kindergarten together. The memory card was taken away by Emperor Mo's bodyguard. Fortunately, I had the foresight to use the phone to record a bit first."

So, not only did emperor Mo hide his marriage a long time ago, he even had a child a long time ago?

F * ck!

If this got out, it would definitely explode!

"Hurry back to the company, right now, right now!"

"Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, the chief editor had already started writing.

Just thinking about it made him excited. That was Emperor Mo!

...

The car had already driven for a long distance, but the sharpness in Mo Boyuan's eyes was still there.

When Jiang Tingxu saw it, she asked,

"What's Wrong?"

Mo Boyuan frowned:

"We were sneak shot targets," he answered.

Secretly... taken secretly?

Jiang Tingxu's mind immediately skipped a beat:

"When did it happen? Where's Ningning?"She asked anxiously.0

Mo Boyuan had already received a message from his bodyguard that they have taken the paparazzi's memory card.

However, Mo Boyuan still had some understanding of the paparazzi's endless tricks.

How could it be so simple?

Who could be sure that there was only one paparazzi there?

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