Fang Miaomiao received a message from Chen Tianming in the group chat after watching Wen Zhiyan finish his meal.
Chen Tianming: On Saturday, we will embark on a new journey, the last one of this season.
Wants to Be a Salted Fish: Where does the director want us to go this time?
Chen Tianming: Play? Don't worry, you'll all have a great time.
Zhou Jiaxin: Director, I remember someone promised us something not long ago. Oh dear, my memory isn't what it used to be. Director, do you remember?
Chen Tianming: ...You really don't have to.
Cui Mantong: Director, Director, you promised us this yourself. Director, you are the most famous and excellent director in the country. I always tell Si Si to learn from your way of handling things. I believe you won't disappoint Si Si, right?
Wants to Be a Salted Fish: +1
Chen Huan: +1, Nannan really likes the director.
Chen Tianming looked at the sycophancy in the group chat and felt a sense of melancholy.
Alas, there's no choice. My charisma is too strong, and all the children like me.
Since that's the case, I can't let the children down.
Thinking this, Chen Tianming looked at the list on the screen, deleted and revised, and only nodded with satisfaction half an hour later.
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Zhou Jiaxin: The director is so generous.
Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but laugh out loud at the flattery in the group chat.
"Miaomiao?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing. We're just chatting in the variety show group."
Wen Zhiyan tidied up the lunch boxes. "Have you confirmed the departure date?"
"Yes, they said we're leaving on Saturday and finishing filming next Friday."
"Where?"
"The desert." Fang Miaomiao scratched her head. "Looks like I need to prepare more sunscreen this time."
Otherwise, she'd turn a shade darker when they took the promotional photos later.
"It's okay, a healthy tan is good."
Fang Miaomiao decisively shook her head. "You're not tanned yourself, and you want me to get tanned?"
Don't think she didn't know that Wen Zhiyan was much fairer than her. She didn't know how he managed to be so fair, which made her incredibly envious.
Wen Zhiyan chuckled helplessly. "Well, there's nothing I can do about that."
Fang Miaomiao waved her hand and resigned herself to lying on the sofa. "Oh, right, what was I going to say just now? I forgot."
Wen Zhiyan paused. "I think I forgot too. Let's just go back if we can't remember."
"You're leaving work early again?"
"Is that not allowed? You're going to film the show the day after tomorrow, and I'll be all alone at home. When you come back, I'll also be on a business trip, and we won't see each other for a long time."
Seeing Wen Zhiyan blink, Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but swallow. "I think I finally understand why An'an is so good at acting spoiled."
"Hm? What?"
Fang Miaomiao sat up and pinched Wen Zhiyan's cheek. "It must be like father, like son. Wen Zhiyan, I never knew you were even better at looking pitiful than An'an."
"Don't talk nonsense." Wen Zhiyan, afraid she might fall, instinctively reached out and put his arm around her waist. "And be careful, don't fall."
Fang Miaomiao leaned against Wen Zhiyan's legs. "What are you afraid of? There's a carpet underneath, so I won't get hurt if I fall."
It seemed that after her first visit to the office, a carpet had been laid, and the small shelf beside the sofa no longer held newspapers but various snacks.
"You're being mischievous." Wen Zhiyan tapped Fang Miaomiao on the nose.
"Right, where are you going on your business trip?"
"Country T. The progress in Country T isn't going smoothly."
"So unsmooth that you, the chairman, have to go personally?"
"Miaomiao, the title of chairman is just a shell."
Five years ago, he had propped up the teetering Wen Corporation in the storm, running around for business with legs that had no sensation, all under the guise of being the chairman.
So many years had passed, and he had gotten used to it.
"Wen Zhiyan."
"Yes." Wen Zhiyan looked down at Fang Miaomiao.
At that moment.
Fang Miaomiao raised her hand and covered his eyes. "Are you tired?"
"It's fine, I'm used to it."
"Wen Zhiyan."
"I'm here."
Fang Miaomiao looked at his obedient face, allowing her to cover his eyes. "Has anyone ever told you that you're amazing and handsome enough to make people's legs go weak?"
Wen Zhiyan chuckled. "I think only you have ever said that."
"It's my honor."
Fang Miaomiao's fingertips itched as his long eyelashes fluttered. She wanted to retract her hand, but someone firmly held it.
"Wen Zhiyan."
Fang Miaomiao looked at his enlarged face, her breathing tightening, and let him do as he pleased.
After an unknown amount of time.
Fang Miaomiao panted slightly.
Looking at his rosy lips, a trace of an unreadable emotion flickered in Wen Zhiyan's deep eyes.
"Don't look." Fang Miaomiao wasn't an idiot and quickly climbed off Wen Zhiyan's legs. "Wen Zhiyan, you have no shame."
"With my girlfriend, why would I need to be ashamed?"
Wen Zhiyan was about to say something more when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
As soon as the words fell, the office door opened.
Wen Yan'an stood at the front.
Xin Xuanlai stood behind them, holding a dog in each hand.
The one in his right hand, a black and white husky, was wriggling its body restlessly, clearly expressing its protest.
"What are you two doing?"
"Master Wen, why don't you leave work early today and take Madam and Young Master home?" Xin Xuanlai said, on the verge of tears. "I'm getting so many complaints."
"Xin Xuanlai, speak plainly."
"Report, Master Wen. This husky is too troublesome. At first, the publicity department thought the husky was cute and took it there. In just the past half hour, it has directly destroyed two computers and a document in the publicity department."
"What document?"
"The promotional document for the Country T October Hotel."
"Wen Yan'an."
"Dad, this has nothing to do with me or Haha," Wen Yan'an said aggrievedly. "I already told them not to put Haha on the table, but they didn't listen."
"Didn't I say from the beginning that huskies are too energetic?"
"No, this isn't a problem with me and Haha," Wen Yan'an argued, shaking his head. "I told them, but they didn't listen."
Besides, those people secretly took Haha away while he was using the restroom, and he searched for a long time before finding them.
"Send them away."
"Master Wen?"
"Dad," Wen Yan'an said, his eyes red but stubbornly refusing to let tears fall, hugging the husky and the golden retriever. "You can't send them away."
Xin Xuanlai was also at a loss. He shouldn't have listened to the head of the publicity department, who said this was an opportunity for Master Wen to leave work early and go on a date with Madam. Now, he was stuck with them.
"Wait, can you guys listen to me for a moment?"
"Mom," Wen Yan'an said, his eyes red, but he stubbornly refused to let his tears fall.
This made Fang Miaomiao's heart ache. "Xin Xuanlai, guard the office. Don't let anyone, for any reason, come near the office."