Wen Yan'an finished speaking, shook Teacher Xingxing's hand, and threw himself into Fang Miaomiao's arms, looking at her excitedly, "Mom, you really came today."
"Of course," Fang Miaomiao patted Wen Yan'an's head. "Do you want a hug?"
Wen Yan'an shook his head obediently and said seriously, "An'an is growing taller, Mom doesn't need to hug me, it will hurt Mom."
Fang Miaomiao's mouth twitched. She didn't know whether to say An'an was concerned about her, or that this kid looked down on her. She had exercised for a whole week, how could she be so weak.
"You are An'an's mother?"
"Hello, I am An'an's mother, Fang Miaomiao." Fang Miaomiao looked at the young teacher with a baby face. "Thank you, teacher, for taking care of An'an."
She was quite cute and kind, but Fang Miaomiao couldn't ignore the malice directed at her.
"I am An'an's homeroom teacher, you can call me Teacher Xingxing." Teacher Xingxing smiled and extended her hand to Fang Miaomiao. "Taking care of An'an is my duty."
After shaking hands, Teacher Xingxing continued, "As far as I know, you are an actress, right?"
"Yes."
"So you must be very busy usually?"
"I go home after filming. I don't know what you mean, teacher."
"Nothing," Teacher Xingxing shook her head. "It's just that An'an, this child, doesn't really get along with his classmates. I hope you can pay more attention."
"Okay, thank you, teacher. I'll talk to An'an properly. If there's nothing else, I'll take An'an home now."
"Of course," Teacher Xingxing nodded.
They got into the car.
Wen Zhiyan noticed Fang Miaomiao seemed a little down. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. I just had a chat with An'an's homeroom teacher."
Wen Zhiyan frowned slightly. Was it that Teacher Xingxing who posted dozens of WeChat moments a day, most of them selfies?
"An'an, are you happy in this class?"
Wen Yan'an nodded and shook his head. "It's the same everywhere."
There were still bad teachers and troublesome classmates.
Besides, he was going to school, not to make friends. To some extent, these things wouldn't affect him.
"Miaomiao, what are we having for dinner tonight?"
"Yeah, Mom."
"What do you guys want to eat?"
Wen Yan'an and Wen Zhiyan exchanged a look, and said in unison to Fang Miaomiao, "We want to eat your cooking."
"Sure, did you buy groceries?"
"Bought them."
"Then let's go home, I'll make dinner for you."
They returned home.
The two went to the study, and one went to the kitchen.
Fang Miaomiao cooked quickly.
Half an hour later.
Fang Miaomiao knocked on the study door. "Are you still busy? Dinner is ready."
"Mom," Wen Yan'an ran to Fang Miaomiao and gave her a big hug. "I'm done reading."
"That's great."
"Let's go. I've almost finished my work too."
Dinner consisted of two dishes and one soup.
"Mom, eat this. Can you get full?" Wen Yan'an looked at Fang Miaomiao, who was opposite him at the dining table, gnawing on a cucumber, and was unsure whether to put the shredded meat into his own mouth.
"I can get full," Fang Miaomiao took a deep breath and continued to chew her cucumber. "I'm fine, you guys eat."
"How about you have some?" Wen Zhiyan also felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.
To his surprise, Fang Miaomiao shook her head firmly. "No, I can persevere."
There was the ancient saying of "drawing plum blossoms to quench thirst," and now there was "looking at meat to feel full."
The father and son looked at each other, and their eating speed was much faster than usual.
After dinner, the three of them curled up on the sofa and watched a movie.
During the movie, Wen Yan'an kept hugging Fang Miaomiao. "Mom, are you leaving tomorrow?"
Fang Miaomiao hesitated, but knew she couldn't lie to the child. "Yes, Mom has to go to work tomorrow."
If she didn't go to Hengdian tomorrow, she was afraid Chen Tianming would show up with a knife.
"Then, when will Mom be back?"
"I'm not sure," Fang Miaomiao shook her head.
"I don't want to be separated from Mom," Wen Yan'an buried his head in Fang Miaomiao's arms and mumbled, "Mom, can you not go to work?"
"How can that be?"
"Why not?"
He remembered that in Yuyuan, many mothers didn't go to work. Dad had a company and money, so why should Mom work?
"Because Mom is alone."
If people don't find things to do, or a suitable group, they will become decadent.
"Everyone has their own things to do. For example, An'an's task at this stage is to study, and Dad's task is to work. If Mom stays at home alone, won't she be very bored?"
"I..."
"Or does An'an want to stay home and accompany Mom instead of studying?" Fang Miaomiao lifted Wen Yan'an's head, which was buried in her arms, and said sternly, "An'an, think carefully before you speak."
Wen Yan'an was silent for a moment, then looked at Fang Miaomiao with his red eyes.
"An'an knows the answer, doesn't he?"
"But, I still can't bear it."
"What are you afraid of? Your mom is a lazy person. After Uncle Tianming's play is finished, I'll have plenty of time to spend with An'an, how about that?"
"Really?" Wen Yan'an choked.
"Yes, when has your mom ever lied to you?"
"Then, Mom, you must pay attention to safety when you are filming."
"Okay, if there's one thing your mom is good at, it's cherishing life."
After comforting Wen Yan'an, Fang Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief. "Good boy, go wash up."
"Then can we sleep together tonight?"
"Okay."
"Thank you, Mom."
After Wen Yan'an went to wash up, Fang Miaomiao forced a smile and met the aggrieved gaze.
"Miaomiao, we agreed to sleep together tonight."
Why did Wen Yan'an's eyes turn red and he threw a tantrum, and his Miaomiao surrendered?
This was unfair.
"It's because he cried."
"So what if he cried? A child of five or six years old, crying again, is useless."
Fang Miaomiao glared at him. "Wen Zhiyan, what are you saying? He's your son."
Wen Zhiyan remained silent.
"Let's sleep together, all three of us. Alright?" Fang Miaomiao compromised.
Wen Zhiyan nodded. "I forgive Miaomiao."
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
What kind of statement was that? It sounded like she was the one who was wrong.
When she finished washing up and returned to the bedroom, Wen Yan'an was sleeping on the edge of the bed, with Wen Zhiyan in the middle, and an obvious empty space next to him.
"An'an?"
"Don't worry about him. I've already talked to An'an."
Wen Yan'an pouted, but still nodded at Fang Miaomiao. "Mom, it's okay. As long as I sleep in the same bed as Mom, it's fine."
This sounded a bit manipulative.
Before Fang Miaomiao could speak, she heard Wen Zhiyan say, "Wen Yan'an, if you can't speak properly, don't speak. Otherwise, go back to your own bedroom."
Wen Yan'an snorted a few times, obediently said goodnight to Fang Miaomiao, and then lay down on the bed.