Chen Tianming: Comrades, are you ready? A new episode is about to set sail @all members.
Just Want to Be a Salted Fish: Where to, where to? I want to find a really good, beautiful place for a vacation.
Cui Mantong: +1
Chen Huan: +1
Seeing these messages, Chen Tianming was so angry he rolled his eyes repeatedly: "What are you all thinking? Don't you know the budget is tight? I wish I could stretch every penny, and you still have the nerve to squeeze me."
Fang Miaomiao laughed heartily and continued to send messages: "Director, then tell us, where are we going for the next episode? We should at least have some preparation in advance, right?"
Chen Tianming proudly typed two words.
Desert.
Just Want to Be a Salted Fish: ??? Director, did you press the wrong button?
Chen Tianming: Do you think that's possible?
Upon seeing these words, Fang Miaomiao instantly felt that the breakfast she had just finished was no longer appealing.
"What's wrong?"
Fang Miaomiao recounted what Chen Tianming had just said, word for word.
"Desert?"
Fang Miaomiao spread her hands: "I don't know if what he said is true."
"However, just in case, I should check the temperature in the desert these past two days and what to bring, so I don't panic later."
Fang Miaomiao, who acted immediately, went back to her bedroom to get her laptop to search for information.
Wen Zhiyan pondered for a moment and opened Chen Tianming's WeChat.
Half an hour later.
"We're Traveling Together" official Weibo posted a message.
@We're Traveling Together v: The new travel episode of "We're Traveling Together" is about to begin. Do you all know where we're going next? @Zhou Jiaxin and daughter Wu Yueyuan, @Cui Mantong and son Cui Yongsi, Fang Miaomiao and son Wen Yanan, @Chen Huan and daughter Ye Nan, you must be ready to go, let's embark on a new journey together!
@Bored Every Day: Whoa, am I seeing this right? Episode 3 is here? Woohoo, this isn't a dream, it's real! I finally waited! Mom, I'm so touched, I've decided not to diet at noon today, I'm going to eat more.
@LoveAnAnBaby the Most: Is my Anan coming back? Whoa, spread the word! I haven't seen my Anan baby in so long. Without Anan, I've been living on edited clips every day. This feeling is too unbearable.
@Ya Ya Ya: By the way, the official website doesn't seem to have mentioned where the cute babies are going next. I can only dream that maybe the cute babies will come to my city.
@We're Traveling Together: The filming location, you will definitely like it. Everyone, stay tuned.
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Cui Mantong: Did you guys see the official website? What is Director Chen up to? @Chen Tianming, is the director here? Come out and explain?
Chen Huan: Didn't he say desert?
Zhou Jiaxin: It doesn't seem like it. Why is Director Tianming being so mysterious?
Chen Tianming: Senior Zhou is indeed smart.
After saying this, Chen Tianming completely put down his phone and closed his eyes to rest with pride: His identity was different now, he had a backer.
"Mom, aren't you going to check the desert news?"
"Don't even mention it." Fang Miaomiao put her phone down on the coffee table and lay down on the sofa. "I feel like Uncle Tianming has changed his tune. Now, except for the director, no one knows where we're going next."
"Perhaps, you could think more optimistically."
Fang Miaomiao suddenly looked up at Wen Zhiyan: "Do you know something?"
Wen Zhiyan rested one hand on the armrest of his wheelchair, met Fang Miaomiao's gaze, and a slight smile curved his lips: "Miaomiao, you guess?"
"I, I won't guess." Fang Miaomiao imperceptibly averted her gaze.
Those affectionate eyes, coupled with a face that made even her envious, the subtly visible collarbone beneath his shirt.
When he looked at her, she felt truly pathetic, help, she couldn't take it.
"Don't worry, Director Tianming and I have some connection."
The meaningful words made Fang Miaomiao forget her shyness, her eyes shining: "Wen Zhiyan, you mean?"
"Thank you." Fang Miaomiao was not pretentious. "Consider this me owing you a favor."
Honestly, after the last desert island survival, they had eaten seafood for almost a week, and she was truly sick of it.
It was the kind of situation where she couldn't imagine eating the same type of food for an extended period during the subsequent filming.
"A favor?"
"Uh-huh." Fang Miaomiao nodded and said with a smile, "I'll repay you in the future."
She used to think that liking someone meant unconditionally accepting their help. But later she felt it wasn't right. Always accepting help, wasn't that like a dodder flower?
She was lazy, but not a dodder flower. She needed Wen Zhiyan's help in many situations, but that didn't mean she could accept it with a clear conscience. All emotions needed reciprocity to be maintained; one-sided giving was not a good thing.
This was also why she proposed to Wen Zhiyan that she would repay him later.
"For example?"
"For example?" Wen Zhiyan's gaze shifted slightly, settling on the lips that had been chattering about owing a favor and wanting to repay it, his eyes deepening. "Change your name?"
"What?"
"Change your name, Wen Zhiyan, it doesn't sound good."
"But..." Fang Miaomiao tentatively proposed her idea, "Would Zhiyan or Yanyan be a bit awkward?"
"Cough, cough." Wen Yanan, who could no longer listen, stood up decisively, leaving behind a sentence "You guys chat slowly" before jogging back to the bedroom.
This made Fang Miaomiao's face instantly turn red.
She had been so engrossed in chatting and flirting with the handsome guy that she had forgotten about Anan.
"Cough, cough, well, this..."
Fang Miaomiao got up to leave, but Wen Zhiyan grabbed her.
"Let's, talk."
Fang Miaomiao felt the warmth from her wrist, her heart fluttered, beating like a drum, and she couldn't even speak clearly.
"Talk, talk about what."
Just as Wen Zhiyan was about to speak, his phone rang.
"You, the phone."
Fang Miaomiao, feeling guilty like a thief, broke free: "You answer the phone. We'll talk about other things later. The phone is important."
Wen Zhiyan picked up his phone only after Fang Miaomiao had entered the bedroom.
"Xin Xuanlai, you better have something urgent."
Xin Xuanlai, who was driving, shivered: Boss's words, why does it feel like I've interrupted something good?
"Xin Xuanlai."
Xin Xuanlai immediately came to his senses, excitedly and admiringly saying: "Chairman, something has indeed happened in Xinhui City."
"Speak," Wen Zhiyan calmed down.
"That piece of land has an eighty percent chance of being used for transportation purposes."
Wen Zhiyan's eyes deepened: "Come pick me up."
"I'm already on my way."
After hanging up, he looked at the closed bedroom door: Miaomiao, are you really sent by heaven to help me?