Should I find some time to visit the Qingdao Temple?
Maybe have a few more dreams of the original owner, she was afraid she couldn't handle it.
"Fang Miaomiao, Fang Miaomiao, you really know how to give me trouble," Fang Miaomiao gritted her teeth and typed angrily on her phone, "Switching bodies with me without my consent, and then wanting me to clean up your mess. Dream on, I'm not helping you."
After buying An An a puppy tomorrow, she would hand An An over to Wen Zhiyan and then go investigate Qingdao Temple herself.
She refused to believe that no one could manage such an unreasonable situation!
"What's wrong? You look unhappy?" Wen Zhiyan came out of the bathroom and saw Fang Miaomiao tapping her phone screen with a disgruntled expression.
"Nothing, I just read a very unpleasant plot in a novel."
"Miaomiao, would you like to tell me about it?"
"You understand transmigration novels too?"
"A little bit."
"You?"
"Xin Xuan is a novel fanatic. To understand my subordinates, I read a few. I know some things."
"Oh, oh." Fang Miaomiao was feeling very agitated and indeed needed someone to offer advice.
After A won the Best Actress award, she woke up to find herself transmigrated into another world, becoming B. Moreover, A could occasionally be controlled by B, causing A to have dreams and other things.
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao, who was chattering on the bed, his gaze shifting: So, Miaomiao's dreams in the afternoon were the original owner telling her some things about herself?
"Reading this, I felt so angry. B is a psychopath. She used underhanded tactics to make A inexplicably enter her body, making A endure so much scolding and hardship. Now that A has changed people's perceptions of her with her own abilities, B is running around telling A what to do. I don't know what the author was thinking, they're 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 B is immoral."
She was timid and chose to run away. Why does she want to come back now? She has no need to return, and I will do my best to prevent that person from coming back.
"Right?" Fang Miaomiao leaned wearily against the headboard, "How could someone do something so immoral?"
"Miaomiao, don't worry. Readers will definitely tear apart such a stupid author's book."
Fang Miaomiao let out a chuckle, then looked at Wen Zhiyan, who was seriously using swear words, in disbelief.
Wen Zhiyan rested his hands on the wheelchair, his brows slightly raised, giving him a roguish aura, "What?"
"I didn't expect you to swear."
"Miaomiao, there's a lot you don't know." Wen Zhiyan leaned back in his wheelchair, "It's just swearing. When I was in school, I even hit people."
"Wen Zhiyan, I can't believe you're so fierce."
"It was deserved," Wen Zhiyan said calmly, "Miaomiao, sometimes you need to hit when it's time to hit, and swear when it's time to swear. Don't wrong yourself."
"Wen Zhiyan, that's not how you comfort someone."
"Then how should I comfort you?"
"Hahaha." Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Zhiyan's earnest request for comfort methods and couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, afraid her laughter would wake up Wen Yan'an, "How can you be so funny?"
"Miaomiao." Wen Zhiyan reluctantly went to Fang Miaomiao's bedside, afraid she would accidentally fall to the floor, "Be careful."
Fang Miaomiao raised her hand and squeezed 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-hanging off the bed, and let her grope his face helplessly, "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 you a few bottles."
"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 during this time."
"Yuan Chao said my leg is recovering very well. I should be able to try walking in a while." Wen Zhiyan stroked Fang Miaomiao's forehead, "Don't worry, it's good news."
"That's good."
"Good girl, sleep now."
After saying that, Wen Zhiyan used his hands as support, letting Fang Miaomiao climb back into bed before pushing his wheelchair to the other side.
She got into bed.
They looked at each other involuntarily.
"Cough cough." The intense gaze made Fang Miaomiao instinctively lie flat, "Um, Wen Zhiyan, goodnight."
"Miaomiao, goodnight."
Perhaps it was because of the nightmare during the day yesterday, but Fang Miaomiao slept very soundly that night.
The next day, she even got up early, which was unprecedented.
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 looked at him with feigned anger, "You little rascal, what's with that look?"
"Hehe." Wen Yan'an chuckled, "It's just, I haven't seen Mom get up so early in a long time."
"That's for sure." Fang Miaomiao put down her phone and reached out to tickle Wen Yan'an.
"Ah, Mom, it tickles."
Wen Yan'an was laughing so hard that tears were about to fall. He quickly surrendered, "Mom, I was wrong. I shouldn't have joked about you getting up early for once."
"Hahaha." Fang Miaomiao sat on the bed, hands on her hips, looking triumphantly at Wen Yan'an, who had his hands up in surrender and tears welling up in his eyes, "Scared, are you? Trying to joke with me."
"Mom."
"You stinky brat, dare to gossip about your mom. I'll get you."
"Hehe, I won't dare anymore, I won't dare anymore. Mom can get up whenever she wants, I won't dare to talk about Mom anymore."
After saying that, Wen Yan'an, like a monkey, quickly and agilely slipped off the bed.
Leaving behind a somewhat confused Fang Miaomiao: This kid, what he just said seems a little off.
After washing up, the little guy was already sitting in the dining room.
When he saw her coming, he obediently poured her a cup of soy milk.
"Did Miaomiao sleep well last night?"
"Pretty good."
Before Fang Miaomiao could ask how he knew, Wen Zhiyan's lips curved into a beautiful arc, "I can tell. Your sleep quality is good, and you got up early."
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
This world, just end it.
"You two are ganging up to say I usually get up late?"
"No." Wen Yan'an shook his head like a rattle drum, "Mom, I didn't think that. It was clearly Dad."
Fang Miaomiao let out a hollow laugh, "Don't try to trick me. I've decided, you two, father and son, will do it together today. I won't be serving you."