Should I find time to visit Qingdao Temple?
After a few more dreams as the original owner, she feared she really couldn't take it.
"Fang Miaomiao, Fang Miaomiao, you really know how to find trouble for me," Fang Miaomiao gritted her teeth and tapped on her phone in frustration. "You changed my body without my consent and still expect me to clean up your mess? Dream on, I won't help you."
Tomorrow, after buying the puppy for An'an, she would leave An'an with Wen Zhiyan and then go to Qingdao Temple to investigate herself.
She refused to believe that no one could manage such an unreasonable matter!
"What's wrong? You look unhappy?" Wen Zhiyan saw Fang Miaomiao tapping on her phone screen with a displeased expression as he came out of the bathroom.
"It's nothing, just reading a very unpleasant novel plot."
"Miaomiao, are you interested in telling me about it?"
"You understand transmigration novels too?"
"A little."
"You?"
"Xin Xuan is a novel fanatic. To understand his subordinates, I read a few. I more or less know something."
"Oh, oh." Fang Miaomiao was feeling very agitated and really needed someone to give her advice.
After A won the Best Actress award, she woke up and transmigrated to another world, becoming B. And A could still occasionally receive control from B, causing A to have dreams or other such things.
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao, who was chattering on the bed, his eyes flickering: So, Miaomiao's dreams this afternoon were the original owner telling her things in her dreams?
"Seeing this part, I feel so angry. B is a lunatic. She used underhanded means to make A inexplicably enter her body, making A endure so much scolding and hardship. Now that A has changed people's perceptions with her own abilities, B is running around pointing fingers at A. I don't know what the author was thinking, she's just an idiot."
"Good girl, Miaomiao, don't be angry."
Wen Zhiyan's voice was like a gentle breeze, soothing Fang Miaomiao's increasingly agitated heart: "I also think this B is immoral."
She was timid and chose to run away, so why does she want to come back now? She has no reason to return, and I will do my best to prevent that person from coming back.
"Right?" Fang Miaomiao leaned back on the headboard, dejected. "How could anyone do such an immoral thing?"
"Miaomiao, don't worry, readers will definitely roast such an idiotic author to death in the comments."
Fang Miaomiao chuckled, then looked at Wen Zhiyan, who was earnestly using vulgar language, with disbelief.
Wen Zhiyan rested his hands on his wheelchair, his eyebrows slightly raised, giving him a roguish aura: "What?"
"I didn't expect you to curse."
"Miaomiao, there's still a lot you don't know." Wen Zhiyan leaned back in his wheelchair. "It's just cursing, I even hit people when I was in school."
"Wen Zhiyan, I can't tell, you're quite fierce."
"It was necessary to hit them," Wen Zhiyan said calmly. "Miaomiao, sometimes you have to hit them and curse them, don't wrong yourself."
"Wen Zhiyan, who comforts people like you?"
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"Hahaha." Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Zhiyan earnestly asking for ways to comfort her and couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, afraid her laughter would wake Wen Yan'an. "How can you be so funny?"
"Miaomiao." Wen Zhiyan helplessly went to Fang Miaomiao's bedside, afraid she might fall to the ground by accident. "Be careful."
Fang Miaomiao raised her hand and pinched Wen Zhiyan's cheek: "Wen Zhiyan, why is your face smoother than mine? What cleanser do you use?"
Looking closely, there were no pores, truly enviable and jealous.
Wen Zhiyan hugged Fang Miaomiao, who was half falling off the bed, and helplessly let her mess around on his face: "I don't know. I usually don't use cleanser. The cleanser in the bathroom was prepared by Butler Chen. If you like it, I'll ask Butler Chen tomorrow if he has any suitable for girls and have him bring some for you."
"Good person." Fang Miaomiao gave him a thumbs up.
"Good girl, it's getting late, get some rest."
"Oh, right." Fang Miaomiao remembered something and looked at Wen Zhiyan guiltily. "How is your leg recovering? I haven't paid attention to your leg lately."
"Yuan Chao said my leg is recovering very well, and I can try walking in a while." Wen Zhiyan caressed Fang Miaomiao's forehead. "Don't worry, it's good news."
"That's good."
"Good girl, sleep."
After saying that, Wen Zhiyan used his arms to support himself, allowing Fang Miaomiao to climb back into bed before pushing his wheelchair to the other side.
Getting into bed.
The two of them unconsciously met each other's gaze.
"Ahem." The intense gaze made Fang Miaomiao instinctively lie down. "Um, Wen Zhiyan, goodnight."
"Miaomiao, goodnight."
Perhaps it was because of the nightmare yesterday, but Fang Miaomiao slept very soundly this night.
The next day, she even surprisingly woke up early.
As soon as Wen Yan'an opened his eyes, he saw Fang Miaomiao lying on the bed playing with her phone.
"Mom?" Wen Yan'an called out uncertainly.
Fang Miaomiao knew what the little guy was thinking from his gaze and pretended to be angry, "You little rascal, what's with that look?"
"Hehe." Wen Yan'an chuckled, "It's just that I haven't seen Mom wake up so early in a long time."
"You! You have some nerve!" Fang Miaomiao put down her phone and went to tickle Wen Yan'an.
"Ah, Mom, it tickles."
Wen Yan'an laughed so hard that tears were about to fall, and he quickly surrendered, "Mom, I was wrong, I shouldn't have laughed at you for waking up so early for once."
"Hahaha." Fang Miaomiao sat halfway on the bed, hands on her hips, looking triumphantly at Wen Yan'an, who was raising his hands in surrender, with salty water in his eyes. "Scared, are you? Trying to mess with me."
"Mom."
"You little brat, you dare to gossip about your mom, I'll spank you."
"Hehe, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore. Mom can wake up whenever she wants, I won't dare to say anything about Mom anymore."
After saying that, Wen Yan'an, like a monkey, quickly and nimbly slid off the bed.
Leaving behind a slightly dazed Fang Miaomiao: This kid, what he said just now seemed a bit off.
After washing up, the little guy was already sitting in the dining room.
Seeing her come, he obediently poured her a glass of soy milk.
"Miaomiao slept well last night?"
"Not bad."
Before Fang Miaomiao could ask how he knew, Wen Zhiyan's lips curved into a beautiful arc: "I can tell. Your sleep quality was good, and you woke up early too."
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
This world, just destroy it.
"You two, are you colluding to say I usually wake up late?"
"No." Wen Yan'an shook his head like a rattle drum. "Mom, I didn't think that, it was Dad."
Fang Miaomiao chuckled: "Don't try to get out of it. I've decided, today the two of you, father and son, will be together. I won't be serving you today."