What a divine son, I'm truly envious. Can I just skip the part about men and childbirth and get such a cute boy? I'm genuinely, officially envious.
You guys won't believe this. I was watching the livestream, and my mom glanced over. Now she's looking at me like my eyes aren't my eyes and my nose isn't my nose, clearly thinking that her twenty-something child isn't as filial as an-an.
Hahaha, we're all miserable. My parents directly said that if I don't have a child as cute as an-an next year, they'll kick me out of the house. Help, I don't even have a boyfriend. Where am I supposed to find such a cute child like an-an for them? Asking Fang Miaomiao, can I borrow your an-an for a few days to tide me over?
I can hear the calculations you upstairs are making all the way from abroad. Coincidentally, I'm also planning to do the same.
Moderator: Dream on. An-an is our little young master, the apple of his mother's eye. No one can lay claim to Young Master An-an.
"Mom, are you asleep?"
Fang Miaomiao hummed a few times. She wanted to speak, but she was too tired to cope. She just wanted to lie down. There were so many more scenic spots, help! Isn't there anyone who can save her?
"Mom, are your legs still sore?" Wen Yan'an, lying beside Fang Miaomiao, asked softly.
"An-an is so amazing." Fang Miaomiao casually gave a thumbs-up without opening her eyes. "An-an is so amazing, but your mom is so sleepy right now. Can you let your dear mother sleep?"
The slightly pleading tone made Wen Yan'an's little face blush. He climbed out of bed and pulled the quilt forcefully over Fang Miaomiao. "Goodnight, Mom."
Fang Miaomiao hummed a few times.
Wen Yan'an planted a gentle kiss on Fang Miaomiao's forehead, then got up to get his pen and notebook.
A prize quiz: What is an-an writing? This question is as tantalizing as a cat scratching; I won't be able to sleep without the answer.
Hahaha, I've already lied down in bed and covered myself with a quilt. Mom An-an is equivalent to a sleeping beauty lying in bed. I'm also lying in bed, so they are equal. An-an is also my precious son. The quilt just now was also for me. Goodnight everyone, I'm going to find my precious son in my dreams.
After finishing his diary, Wen Yan'an tidied up his things, got into bed, and closed the door. He hugged his mother, his actions flowing seamlessly.
Wen Group.
Wen Zhiyan looked at the two faces sleeping soundly on the screen and felt a blockage deep in his heart. He hadn't even kissed his own wife, but this brat kissed his wife right in front of him.
Moreover, judging by his movements, it was clearly not the first time.
Angry.
The more he looked, the angrier he became.
No, he had to recover his legs to their normal state quickly. Then he would have the right to pursue Miaomiao, and Miaomiao would only be allowed to kiss him. The brat wouldn't be allowed to either.
With that thought, Wen Zhiyan picked up his phone.
"Hello?"
On the other end of the phone, there was a cacophony of music.
Wen Zhiyan frowned uncomfortably. "Can you find a quiet place?"
Yuan Chao tutted, pushed away a woman trying to lean on him, and went to the restroom.
"I say, my Chairman Wen, what's the matter with calling me so late?" Yuan Chao leaned against the door, his eyes slightly closed, his slender figure attracting frequent glances from passersby.
"When can I start my rehabilitation training?"
Yuan Chao had a slight headache. "My dear Chairman, I've already told you, this can't be rushed, it can't be rushed."
This constant urging was like a death sentence, so troublesome.
"I'm in a hurry." Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao, who was still snuggling into her pillow in her sleep under the camera, his gaze deep. "Dr. Yuan Chao, I'm very urgent, so can I ask you a favor?"
A favor? The head of the Wen Group was asking him, a doctor, for a favor? Was it going to rain blood tomorrow?
Yuan Chao's drunkenness halved upon hearing this. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm very serious."
The sincere affirmation made Yuan Chao unable to refuse. "Your rehabilitation training can begin in about three days. As for how it will be conducted and the intensity, we'll need to conduct a test in three days."
"Thank you."
Hearing this sudden, serious remark, Yuan Chao's temper completely vanished. "After this matter is concluded, our hospital needs the most advanced machines."
"Agreed."
"Alright."
After hanging up the phone, Yuan Chao went to the gathering spot and picked up his coat.
"Yuan Chao, it's still so late, where are you going?" his friend asked in confusion.
"Did you leave right after taking a call? Could it be that you have a little wife at home?" the others teased with a smirk.
"Alright, it's about time to break up." Yuan Chao said casually. "Something's come up at home. You guys have fun. Today's tab is on me."
With that, Yuan Chao waved his coat and turned to leave. He had a lot to do in the next few days.
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"Mom, we need to get up. The camerawomen just came to the door to hurry us."
Fang Miaomiao struggled to tuck her head further into the quilt.
"Mom, we have missions next. Can Mom wake up after sleeping a bit longer?"
Fang Miaomiao stuck out a finger and made an 'OK' gesture before letting it drop onto the bed.
Wen Yan'an shook his head helplessly and with a hint of indulgence, then went to the bathroom to wash up.
Ten minutes later, with Wen Yan'an's help, Fang Miaomiao finally crawled out of her warm embrace to wash up.
"Hey, why do you two look so listless?" Chen Tianming saw Fang Miaomiao almost feed an egg to her nose and chuckled. "Miaomiao, are you still sleepwalking?"
"Director, waking up early is too terrifying."
"Miaomiao, my legs are so sore." Cui Mantong was about to cry. Last night she didn't pay any attention to Cui Yongsi. After showering, she collapsed into bed and slept soundly. Waking up this morning, she felt like her legs weren't her own.
"Didn't you rub your legs last night, or soak your feet in hot water?"
Cui Mantong shook her head. "I forgot."
Besides, she was really tired at the time, feeling more exhausted than filming. She had no strength to rub her legs or soak her feet.
Chen Huan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. "To put it bluntly, you deserve it."
Fang Miaomiao pondered for a moment, then picked up a soup dumpling with her chopsticks for Wen Yan'an. "Thank you, An'an, for your help last night."
"Help with what?" Cui Mantong couldn't help but ask.
"Oh." Fang Miaomiao sat up straight and said smugly, "My An'an gave me a foot massage last night and covered me with a quilt while I was sleeping."
Cui Mantong: ...
She had to admit, she was envious. She also wished she had a son as well-behaved, obedient, and who could give foot massages like An'an.
Cui Yongsi could only sigh helplessly. "Mom, I'll give you a foot massage tonight too."
Having received a satisfactory reply, Cui Mantong also picked up a siu mai for Cui Yongsi. "Sisi, eat up. Let's eat heartily."