Fang Miaomiao stared at Wen Zhiyan finishing his meal when she received a message from Chen Tianming in the group chat.
Chen Tianming: On Saturday, we will embark on a new journey, the last one of this season.
Just Want to Be a Salted Fish: Where does the director want us to go this time?
Chen Tianming: Go? Don't worry, you'll definitely have a great time.
Zhou Jiaxin: Director, I remember someone promising us something not long ago. Oh dear, my memory isn't what it used to be. Director, do you remember?
Chen Tianming: ...You really don't have to.
Cui Mantong: Director, director, you promised us this yourself. Director, you are the most famous and outstanding director in the country. I've always told Sisi to learn from your way of handling things. I believe you won't disappoint Sisi, will you?
Just Want to Be a Salted Fish: +1
Chen Huan: +1, Nannan really likes the director.
Chen Tianming looked at the wave of flattery in the group chat, feeling a sense of melancholy.
Alas, there's no help for it. My charm is too great; the children all like me.
Since that's the case, I can't let the children down.
Thinking so, Chen Tianming looked at the list on the screen, deleting and revising until he nodded with satisfaction half an hour later.
Took a picture, and sent it with one click.
Zhou Jiaxin: The director is generous.
Looking at the group chat's flattery, Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but chuckle.
"Miaomiao?"
"It's nothing, nothing. We're just chatting in the variety show group."
Wen Zhiyan packed up the bento boxes: "Have you confirmed the departure date?"
"Yes, they said we're leaving on Saturday and finishing the filming next Friday."
"Where to?"
"The desert." Fang Miaomiao scratched her head. "Looks like I'll need to prepare more sunscreen this time."
Otherwise, when they take the promotional photos later, wouldn't she become a shade darker.
"It's fine, tanned skin is healthy."
Fang Miaomiao resolutely shook her head: "You're not even tanned, and you want me to be?"
Don't think she didn't know, Wen Zhiyan was much fairer than her. She didn't know how he managed to be so fair, which made her incredibly envious.
Wen Zhiyan chuckled helplessly: "I can't help it."
Fang Miaomiao waved her hand and resignedly lay on the sofa: "Right, what was I trying to say earlier? I forgot."
Wen Zhiyan paused: "I seem to have forgotten too. If we can't remember, let's just forget it. Let's go back."
"You're leaving work early again?"
"Can't I? You're going to film the show the day after tomorrow, and I'll be all alone at home. When you come back, I'll be on a business trip too, and we won't see each other for a long time."
Fang Miaomiao saw Wen Zhiyan blinking and couldn't help but swallow. "I think I finally understand why An'an is so good at acting spoiled."
"Hmm? What?"
Fang Miaomiao sat up and pinched Wen Zhiyan's cheeks: "It must be true that like father, like son. Wen Zhiyan, I didn't realize you're even better at acting pitiful than An'an."
"Don't talk nonsense." Wen Zhiyan, afraid she might fall, instinctively reached out and put his arm around her waist. "And be careful, don't fall."
Fang Miaomiao leaned against Wen Zhiyan's legs: "What are you afraid of? There's a carpet below, I won't get hurt if I fall."
It seemed that after her first visit to the office, the office was carpeted, and the small shelf by the sofa was no longer filled with newspapers but with all sorts of snacks.
"You're being silly." Wen Zhiyan poked Fang Miaomiao's nose.
"Right, where were you going on your business trip?"
"Country T. Things aren't going smoothly there."
"So unsmooth that you, the chairman, have to go in person?"
"Miaomiao, the title of chairman is just a shell."
Five years ago, he had propped up the teetering Wen Corporation, running around for business with a chairman's title, despite his legs being numb.
So many years had passed, and he had gotten used to it.
"Wen Zhiyan."
"Yes." Wen Zhiyan looked down at Fang Miaomiao.
At that moment.
Fang Miaomiao raised her hand and covered his eyes: "Are you tired?"
"It's alright, I'm used to it."
"Wen Zhiyan."
"I'm here."
Fang Miaomiao looked at his face, which obediently allowed her to cover his eyes: "Has anyone ever told you that you are amazing, handsome, and so captivating that people's legs go weak?"
Wen Zhiyan chuckled: "I think only you have told me that."
"It's my honor."
Her long eyelashes fluttered, making Fang Miaomiao's palms itch. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but it was held tightly.
"Wen Zhiyan."
Fang Miaomiao looked at his enlarged face, her breathing tightening, and let him do as he pleased.
After an unknown amount of time.
Fang Miaomiao panted lightly.
Looking at his rosy lips, a hint of something unreadable flashed in Wen Zhiyan's deep eyes.
"Don't look." Fang Miaomiao wasn't an idiot, and quickly climbed off Wen Zhiyan's lap. "Wen Zhiyan, you have no shame."
"With my own girlfriend, why would I need shame?"
Just as Wen Zhiyan was about to say more, a knock came from outside.
"Come in."
As soon as he spoke, the office door opened.
Wen Yan'an stood at the front.
Xin Xuanlai stood behind, holding a dog in each hand.
The black and white husky in his right hand wriggled its body with great displeasure, as if to express its protest.
"What are you two doing?"
"Master Wen, why don't you leave work early today and take Madam and the young master home?" Xin Xuanlai said, on the verge of tears. "I'm getting so many complaints."
"Xin Xuanlai, speak plainly."
"Reporting, Master Wen, this husky is too much trouble. At first, the publicity department thought the husky was cute and took it there. In just about half an hour, it destroyed two computers and a document in the publicity department."
"What document?"
"The promotional document for the October Hotel in Country T."
"Wen Yan'an."
"Dad, this has nothing to do with me or Haha," Wen Yan'an said indignantly. "I told them not to put Haha on the table, but they didn't listen."
"Didn't I say from the beginning that huskies are too energetic?"
"No, it's not about me and Haha," Wen Yan'an shook his head and argued. "I told them, but they didn't listen."
Besides, those people secretly took Haha away when he went to the restroom, and he had to search for a long time to find it.
"Send them away."
"Master Wen?"
"Dad," Wen Yan'an said, hugging the husky and the golden retriever stubbornly with red eyes, "You can't send them away."
Xin Xuanlai was also at his wit's end. He shouldn't have listened to the head of the publicity department who said this would be an opportunity for Master Wen to leave work early and go on a date with Madam. Now, it's stuck with him.
"Wait, can you let me say something?"
"Mom," Wen Yan'an said, his eyes red but stubbornly refusing to let tears fall.
This made Fang Miaomiao's heart ache. "Xin Xuanlai, guard the office. No one is allowed to approach the office for any reason."