This kind of dried fruit was not an ordinary dried fruit that could be bought randomly on the street. It was a green fruit that grew for a hundred years. It could stabilize the magical power when the fairy ate it. Human beings ate it to prolong their life. This pack could increase life expectancy by ten years. It was a great gift.

Qingli fruit he ate was useless for him, but he could give it to fragile human Mo Yunqi. As for why he knew that it was useless to eat, he also forgot why he knew, because he knew it anyway.

A small mouse that was only 100 years old and could barely maintain the human shape. It was not easy to enter the circle now. Gu Jiaming held his chin and glanced at the other person, and found that Bai Yu didn"t know what he was excited about, and his eyes were as bright as field mice who went out for food at night.

The shy little white rat was crazy inside OS, "My idol ate the dried fruit I sent! My idol can live for years! My idol must live a hundred years!"

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Gu Jiaming finished shooting today"s film, and went back to make up and change clothes. The makeup artist, stylist, and clothing designer all came with him. They had cooperated for several years. There was no need to worry about Zheng Xueshao at all. They all struggled to dress up Gu Jiaming. It was bound to make Gu Jiaming look handsome at the banquet tonight. No matter how many stars went, there was one over the other!

Gu Jiaming was a neutral face, who could control all kinds of costumes. In the words of fans, "our Cha brother is a n.o.ble, elegant, indifferent, evil, soft, and almighty male G.o.d of overbearing president. Male G.o.d wore women"s clothing better than others. Who else in this circle? Disagree to argue!"

Although this sentence was crazy and shameless, others couldn"t fault it on Gu Jiaming"s face. Tonight, the stylist dyed his slightly longer hair into coffee color. There was a ray of pale yellow on the top, giving him a little bit of messy and, at the same time, a chic and uninhibited look. The costumer Xiao Liu picked out a small dark-blue suit, dotted with numerous irregular white dots, as if white ink was unintentionally thrown out, with a free and unrestrained energy .

Jing Jiaojiao painted Gu Jiaming very lightly. Gu Jiaming had good skin, and his facial features were exquisite. Just extending the ends of his eyes showed the overall effect. A pair of amorous peach eyes looked half-drunk. A look back and a smile was like winks. This eye makeup was embellished. No matter who Gu Jiaming looked at, his long eyelashes trembled and sees everyone like secretly sending autumn waves.

Jing Jiaojiao took Gu Jiaming"s face and looked around, checked if there was any place that needed to be modified, and ordered him to, “Remember, your person tonight is evil, charm, mad, badger! The distance to people is if, that is, if, away! Teasing the other person"s nerves, but it makes people unable to catch you. This will make people want to conquer. In short, you talk less and laugh more.”

Gu Jiaming reluctantly asked. “Who do you want me to seduce?” 

The stylist and costumer patted him on the shoulder one by one, “Take down the big boss. You won"t have to worry about the rest of your life, you know?”

Jing Jiaojiao gave him an earnest look, "Take care of your dishes. There are not many stars tonight, but in all likelihood they are unmarried!"

Gu Jiaxu pumped his lips straight. He wanted to tell them directly, "The big boss is going to take the child today and will not go."

Mr. Mo, who was with the child, saw dressed Gu Jiaming in the video, and frowned slightly. “Are you going to dress up tonight?” 

Mo Zeyang also pulled a small face. The little grandfather was not very satisfied and looked coldly, “Are you looking for a wild fox? Are you trying to find me a mother?” 

Gu Jiaming was helpless. What could he do? It wasn"t that he was willing to make trouble like this!

Mr. Mo turned his head and called Secretary w.a.n.g, “You come and take care of Zeyang.” Only a fool made his wife dress up like this and ran out. President Mo was not stupid at all, and found an opportunity to brush the sense of existence.

Secretary w.a.n.g, who was working hard to write a report, drove to the president"s house immediately. As the personal secretary of the president, he must be able to speak eight languages, be able to do laundry and cook, be a driver, and learn to bring children. Otherwise he would be embarra.s.sed to take annual salary of two million!

Mo Zeyang gave his father a small, encouraging look, “Old Mo, support you this time. Come on!”

Old Mo, “… Thank you.”

Mo Zeyang waved his hand, “You"re welcome.” The round belly was very imposing.

Speechless old Mo, “…”

The author has something to say: 

President Mo: “I treat you as a wife, and you treat me as a nanny.”

Little Demon Gu: “What"s this? Others still treat you as my brother. I don"t even care.”

President Mo: What should I do if I care more?