That night, listening to Song An talk about his brat, he drank too much without realizing it. When he sobered up the next day, Jian Zhanyan was still thinking that his son was already very sensible in comparison.
After going downstairs and sitting at the dining table after breakfast, Jian Zhanyan would have taken the documents and read them on the way to the company, but today he was flipping through his mobile phone.
Because Su Yangfa’s WeChat Moments has exploded.
The approximate content is as follows:
【Get up, the weather is so nice】
[My mother and I had chicken steamed buns for breakfast, and I ate three!]
【Wow wow wow, it’s a playground!】
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【Queue up to enter the park!】
[A sister just recognized her mother and took a photo with her mother.]
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Looking at Su Yang's behavior from another perspective, he started a real-time text broadcast in Moments.
Looking at his son's content one after another, Jian Zhanyan couldn't think of work. He refreshed the page from time to time and looked at the new content posted by his son.
Not only the text, Su Yang also added pictures to every post in his circle of friends. Although some of the pictures were out of focus and some were blocked by his fingers, Jian Zhanyan still read them with gusto.
Seeing the mother and son taking a selfie together with the cartoon sculpture, Jian Zhanyan narrowed his eyes and let out a soft hum.
Nothing else, because he saw the dog in Su Qian's arms in the photo.
They even brought the melons, but they didn't ask themselves a question. At this moment, the hero felt a little sour inside.
Today is the pet theme park day at the playground, so guests are allowed to bring pets in. Yesterday, Su Yang called the housekeeper specifically to ask for help in bringing Guagua over.
It also made Jian Zhanyan very happy, as he was actually worse than a dog.
Because Guagua was still small, Su Qian put it in a cloth bag with only the dog's head exposed. The drivers were still willing to take it.
"Mr. Jian, you have a meeting at ten o'clock next. You have made an appointment with Mr. Zhao for a dinner at noon, and there will be an internal company meeting at one o'clock in the afternoon..."
Seeing that Zhang Teshu was about to arrive at the company, he reported on his work as usual. During the days when there was no recording, Zhang Teshu returned to his old profession.
After saying this, Special Assistant Zhang didn't hear En's response. He looked back and found Mr. Jian looking at the phone with a worried expression.
Is there something wrong with the contract? Or a subordinate made Mr. Jian angry, or... the company encountered some kind of crisis?!
The next second, Special Assistant Zhang heard the voice coming from his boss’s cell phone.
"Look how beautiful my mother is. Hey, do you want to be my stepfather?"
The video ended abruptly here. The atmosphere in the playground was noisy. Su Qian, who was recording with her mobile phone, was not far away but could not hear their conversation. Only Su Yang's voice was clearer.
Jian Zhanyan's face turned even darker.
Even if he doesn’t want to be called daddy, any man becomes a stepdad?!
In the video, a tall foreign man was talking. Su Qian first smiled, then looked stunned and a little surprised, and then smiled again.
Jian Zhanyan was so angry that he was always stern with him. How could a foreigner not scold him for being so frivolous?
Thinking of this, Jian Zhanyan watched the video again, trying to see clearly what Su Qian and the man were talking about. However, the picture was too blurry and it seemed as if a roller coaster had just flown through. It was filled with the screams of tourists and the sound of wheels pressing against the track.
Because Su Yang was closer to the microphone, his voice was clearer.
Special Assistant Zhang took his seat silently, and now Mr. Jian obviously couldn't listen to anything. Regarding Mr. Jian and Miss Su, he hasn't figured out the situation yet.
If you say you are familiar with it, it doesn't look like the way you asked him to investigate the information at the beginning. But if you say you are not familiar with it, then you will react to Mr. Jian, and you will not be jealous of women casually. The key is that there is something between the two of them. a child.
Special Assistant Zhang looked out the window with confusion in his eyes, which was too difficult to understand.
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In the amusement park, the content of the video recorded by Su Yang was just an interlude. At that time, the foreigner was asking for directions, and his broken Chinese made Su Yang misunderstand.
After clearing up the misunderstanding, Su Yang was about to delete the video, when Su Qian pulled Su Yang onto the merry-go-round, and he forgot about it.
For every entertainment facility that Su Yang wanted to play, there were some items that children could not play. Su Yang also expressed his understanding. His classmates also said that some children could not play.
Su Qian and her son started playing at 7:30 in the morning and played until nearly 11 in the evening.
They ate three meals a day in the small restaurant of the amusement park. During the day, they played in various entertainment facilities. At night, they saw the amusement park animals and dolls patrolling the streets, a fireworks feast, and some stage plays. Performance.
The mother and son had a very fulfilling day.
After returning home, Su Qian first fed Guagua, and then asked Su Fan to wash up. She then washed her face and brushed her teeth quickly and simply. After everything was tidied up, mother and son lay on the same bed, and within five minutes they both fell asleep.
They played like crazy today, and they were so excited that they didn't feel anything. When they got home, they felt tired.
The mother and son slept until one o'clock in the afternoon the next day.
Su Qian was woken up by hunger first. As soon as she sat up, Little Baozi woke up too. He rubbed his eyes and his stomach growled. Su Qian covered her stomach. She was also woken up by evil.
I didn't feel the bump yesterday, but my skin was bruised and purple, and my arms and legs were still full of soreness. Looking at the sleepy little bun, Su Qian smiled and said: "Good morning, son."
"Mom, good morning." Su Yang returned.
However, the stomachs of mother and son both growled at the same time, and they were both hungry.
Now Su Qian didn't even want to get out of bed, let alone cook. She directly ordered the meal. By the time she was almost awake after the meal, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
Su Qian sat on the sofa holding her phone and couldn't laugh or cry. During this trip to the amusement park, Su Yang actually posted more than 60 Moments!
Moreover, his profile picture changed from a selfie to a photo of him, Su Qian and Gua Gua.
The latest post Su Yang posted on WeChat Moments is this photo. Su Yang wrote that a happy day is over.
Jian Zhanyan commented with a smiling face below.
I don't know why, but this expression seems a bit strange.
But Su Yang is the son of the male protagonist, and no matter how sinister and vicious he is, he will not care about his child.
Su Qian guessed wrong this time. Jian Zhanyan's smiling face was what Su Qian understood. He wanted to comment on Su Yang, but he didn't want to be too enthusiastic.
After all, he is a little angry, and as I said, there can't even be a dog in the photo without him!
Jian Zhanyan commented on this smiling face with the intention of attracting attention, but neither Su Yang nor Su Qian cared. The mother and son were about to eat hot pot.
Su Qian decided that the takeout was hot pot. It had ingredients for hot pot and the restaurant also brought a pot. Su Qian was very happy.
The next morning, Jian Zhanyan was picked up by the housekeeper and went directly to school.
Su Qian went online and played a few games, browsed some design and fashion magazines, and in a blink of an eye, it was time for the show to air.
The show aired on Saturday night and became a hot search during the day.
——The behind-the-scenes operation of the Yunduotai Tianlu Competition.
Seeing this hot search, Su Qian was not surprised, and Zhou Qiang took action.