Wen Zhiyan subconsciously held one person in each arm: "What's wrong with you two today?"
Why were they suddenly so affectionate.
Seeing that Wen Yan'an didn't say anything for a long time, Fang Miaomiao resigned herself to being the example: "Wen Zhiyan, have I ever told you something?"
"What is it?"
It was so grand that the two ran over to hug him.
"Wen Zhiyan."
"Mm?"
"I like you."
Wen Zhiyan was stunned: "Why did you suddenly decide to confess?"
"Because I want to set an example."
Before Wen Zhiyan could figure out what was going on, he felt Wen Yan'an pulling his clothes.
The little guy's face was red, but he still stubbornly looked at him.
"An'an?"
"Dad, I like you, do you like me?"
After speaking, Wen Yan'an threw himself into Fang Miaomiao's arms, not daring to look at Wen Zhiyan.
"An'an said you're very excellent and he's proud of you," Fang Miaomiao added. "The little guy likes you a lot."
Wen Zhiyan snapped out of the child's confession: "An'an."
Wen Yan'an didn't move.
"Dad, I like you very much too."
"Really?" Wen Yan'an cautiously peeked out, looking at Wen Zhiyan.
"Yes, very much," Wen Zhiyan nodded.
"Then why didn't you bring me with you before?"
To keep him at Yuyuan.
"I'm sorry, I was busy with Wen's Group matters at the time, and I didn't know how to take care of a child, so I left you at Yuyuan. I apologize for this."
"Dad didn't do it on purpose?"
Wen Zhiyan shook his head: "No, I never thought of abandoning you. As for me, An'an is equally excellent and my pride."
Wen Yan'an looked up at Fang Miaomiao, and finally, under her encouraging gaze, he hugged Wen Zhiyan: "Dad, you are also my pride. An'an is proud of you."
Fang Miaomiao looked at the scene with relief: It wasn't easy. This father and son duo had problems here and there.
"Then let's go eat? Young Master An'an, it's time for you to go to school."
After breakfast, Fang Miaomiao took Wen Yan'an to school.
"It's you."
"Teacher Xingxing, we meet again," Fang Miaomiao said with a smile.
"Young Master An'an, why isn't your dad here to see you off to school today?" Teacher Xingxing, as if he hadn't heard Fang Miaomiao, squatted down and looked at Wen Yan'an with a smile.
"Good morning, Teacher Xingxing. Whoever is free in our family sends me to school."
"Is that so?" Teacher Xingxing nodded. "I see. Teacher Xingxing didn't know before. Can An'an forgive Teacher Xingxing?"
Wen Yan'an didn't reply, but looked at Fang Miaomiao: "Mom, I need to go in for class."
"Okay, go ahead."
The smile on Teacher Xingxing's face froze slightly, but he quickly recovered: "Come, An'an, let's go back to the classroom together."
After speaking, despite Fang Miaomiao's objection, Teacher Xingxing wanted to grab Wen Yan'an's hand directly.
"What do you want to do?"
Teacher Xingxing said with a smile: "We're going to class now, please let go."
"Can't you be gentler?"
Teacher Xingxing said apologetically: "I'm sorry, we're used to working hard, and our movements are unconsciously a bit rough. So I'm sorry if I hurt you."
"Mom."
"An'an, go to class."
If the hostility from this teacher named Xingxing last time was faint and uncertain, then this time the hostility had become substantial.
This Teacher Xingxing.
Fang Miaomiao watched the two of them enter the classroom.
Judging by their movements, Xingxing was very good to An'an and very gentle.
Fang Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave when she saw Xie Wanqing, who was wearing a light blue short skirt and looked like a classical beauty.
"Miaomiao?" Xie Wanqing called out in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"Taking An'an to school."
"An'an goes to school here?" Xie Wanqing looked at the kindergarten next to her with some doubt. "Won't this be bad for An'an's future development?"
"Miss Xie, isn't that a bit of an overstep?" Fang Miaomiao's expression turned cold. "I agree, An'an agrees, and An'an's father agrees. I don't know what position you are standing in to tell me this is bad for An'an."
Xie Wanqing bit her lower lip: "That's not what I meant. I just think An'an is a member of the Wen family, and even if Zhiyan is not the person in power now, his status is still there. There's no need to be so..."
"So?"
Xie Wanqing was stunned: "So what?"
"So what is your identity and position?"
"I said very clearly, Zhiyan and I are friends. His child, of course, I care about him."
"Oh." Fang Miaomiao shook her head in confusion. "I thought Miss Xie was planning to replace my position."
"Miaomiao, how can you say that?" Xie Wanqing looked at Fang Miaomiao as if she had been greatly slandered. "I said, Zhiyan and I are just friends. If Zhiyan and I really had a development, then you..."
Fang Miaomiao spread her hands: "Then I'm really sorry, you have no 'if'. Wen Zhiyan is mine, An'an is mine, and the Wen family is also mine."
"You!"
"Oh, right, and please, Miss Xie, don't keep calling him Zhiyan, as if you're very close. What if it ruins the relationship between me and my husband? Also, if Miss Xie is really worried about my husband's health, you don't need to beat around the bush and ask a child. What can a child know? If you want to ask, ask me." Fang Miaomiao said with a smile. "I will definitely tell you everything."
"Fang Miaomiao."
"Miss Xie, do you have anything else?" Fang Miaomiao's eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, and she said with a smile, "If not, please move aside. I need to go back to my husband."
After speaking, Fang Miaomiao walked past Xie Wanqing, whose face looked somewhat displeased, and left directly.
Xie Wanqing stared intently at Fang Miaomiao's retreating back, picked up her phone, and made a call.
A male voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Something wrong?"
"How long will it take for you to completely finish this matter?" Xie Wanqing's tone was very bad, not at all like the gentle and elegant demeanor she had before. "Do you know I'm going to be driven mad by Fang Miaomiao?"
"You clashed with her?"
A voice with unknown meaning came from the other end of the phone.
"Yes, we clashed. Fang Miaomiao is sarcastic, and I can't stand her."
"Don't worry, what's yours will not be taken by anyone else."
"What about An'an?"
"Xie Wanqing, I told you, you can use anyone in the Wen family, but not An'an." A fierce voice came from the other end of the phone. "If you dare to touch An'an, I will fight you to the death."
"Very good." Xie Wanqing took a deep breath. "Do you really think I can only cooperate with you?"
"I never said that. Whether you want a contract or how you cooperate, it's up to you."
"I understand. Don't worry, I won't touch Wen Yan'an."
Xie Wanqing hung up the phone, glanced at the kindergarten, and turned to leave.