Chapter 708
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Because there were children, the distance of two li was unusually slow.
After walking for 20 minutes, they finally reached their destination.
"They're here, they're here. Finally, someone's here."
The first person to arrive was Deng Tianlin's father, who was the first to arrive.
A large group of people followed his father's shout and looked over. Sure enough, they saw a group of people.
"It looks like Teacher Ye and Movie King Mo."
"It's not 'look', it's them!"
On the other side, the two children who were walking in front saw that there were so many people in front and immediately ran towards their father.
Ye Hao caught his son who was running towards him.
"Ye Mingzhou, aren't you always very bold?"
He teased.
He was really his biological father!
Little Stone pouted and didn't say anything.
There were too many people and they didn't know each other.
Mo Boyuan also pulled the suitcase with one hand and hugged his son with the other. He didn't look tired at all. The little guy even wrapped his arms around his father's neck and put his head on his father's shoulder obediently. It was very attractive.
The two fathers were getting closer and closer. Ye Hao stopped, put down the suitcase with one hand, and waved at the director and the host.
"Hello, good evening!"
"Good evening."
"Good evening."
Everyone greeted each other.
When the father and son groups came closer, the host who was wearing a straw hat, shirt, and flower pants came forward.
"Welcome Father Ye, Father Mo, and the two children to Luhu Island."
Ye Hao and Mo Boyuan both smiled.
"Good evening, host."
The children were also put down and obediently followed.
"Good evening, host."
"Good, good, good children. Let me introduce myself. My name is Yang Yu, the host of this show. The two fathers and the children are the second to arrive. Well, we'll also draw lots to choose the house later. So, two fathers, let's play rock, scissors, paper!"
Mo Boyuan's face was trembling. Rock, scissors, paper, such a stupid and boring game, he stopped playing it when he was three years old.
But now …
The little guy raised his head and looked at Mo Boyuan. Although he didn't say anything, how could Mo Boyuan not see that this kid wanted him to win?
"Ahem, come on, Teacher Ye."
Ye Hao wasn't so resistant. It wasn't like he didn't play with his son at home.
"Come, come."
The host also chuckled and said, "That's right.
"Okay, let's start. Rock, paper, paper!"
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