It was late at night.
The door was pushed open, and a handsome and tall figure quietly walked into the room. Zhou Yao looked at the child’s bed in the room. There was a small figure curled up under the blanket on the bed.
He walked over with his long legs and reached out to turn on the table lamp on the bed cabinet.
The dim yellow light shone down. Zhou Yao stood by the bed and looked down. Zhou Sileng fell asleep on his side, curling himself up into a shape of a cooked shrimp. There were still tears on his tender little face. In his sleep, he used his left hand to tightly cover the little red bracelet on his right wrist.
It seemed like the little guy wanted to fall asleep because he missed his mommy.
Zhou Yao used his large palm to wipe away the tears on his face. He slowly bent down and kissed Zhou Silang’s forehead.
At this moment, Zhou Sileng moved a little. He mumbled in his sleep, “Mommy…Mommy, I miss you so much…”
Zhou Yao froze. His long eyelashes fluttered. Then, he touched the tip of his son’s little nose and said softly, “Mmm…Daddy misses your mommy too…”
…
The next morning.
Zhou Sileng felt refreshed. He woke up early and put on his clothes. He went downstairs in a good mood. “Grandma, Aunt Ni, good morning.”
Mother Zhou revealed her face from the kitchen. “Little Sileng, why are you up so early today? Grandma was just about to call you. Come and have breakfast.”
“I’m here.”
Zhou Sileng ran into the dining room. When he saw the man opposite him, he quickly pinched the tip of his pink nose. Who else could it be but his father who was wearing a dark blue shirt and brown trousers?
Zhou Yao raised his head and glanced at his son’s broken little face. With a serious look, he said, “Sit down.”
Zhou Sileng dared to be angry but did not dare to say anything. He obediently climbed onto the dining chair.
Aunt Ni placed a cup of hot milk beside Zhou Silang’s hand. When Zhou Sileng saw Zhou Yao’s face, he secretly kicked Mother Zhou’s leg under the table.
Grandma, save me!
Mother Zhou knew that Zhou Sileng was asking for help. He did not like to drink milk. Mother Zhou looked at Zhou Yao across her and chuckled, “Aunt Ni, why isn’t the milk warm enough today? Please take the freshly squeezed fruit juice and let the young master drink it.”
“Yes.” Aunt Ni immediately came to the table.
Zhou Sileng felt smug. When Aunt Ni was about to take the milk, he heard the man across him say, “Drink the milk.”
Zhou Sileng said, “…the milk is cold.”
“Then go and heat it.” Zhou Yao lowered his eyes and looked at the watch on his wrist. Then, his pitch-black narrow eyes drifted over Zhou Sileng. “Is three minutes enough?”
Zhou Sileng fell silent.
He looked at Mother Zhou for help.
Mother Zhou glanced at the man who was having a relaxing breakfast, and she shook her head at Zhou Sileng, which meant, “good luck, I can’t help you anymore.”
Zhou Sileng reluctantly picked up the cup and took a sip. In order to express his dissatisfaction, he snorted.
“If you dare to snort again, you’ll drink another cup!”
Zhou Sileng took a deep breath and glared at the man in front of him. He knew his daddy won. He obediently shut his mouth and drank up the milk.
After Mother Zhou finished her breakfast, she asked Zhou Sileng, “Little Sileng, do you want Daddy or Grandma to take you to school today?”
Zhou Sileng looked up at his father. To be honest, his daddy was really handsome. His dark blue shirt was ironed meticulously. He looked strong and stylish with a sharp appearance. His short hair was firm, dark, and charming. He had never seen a man more handsome than his daddy.
Unfortunately, his daddy was a tyrant and devil.
“I want Grandma to send me!” Zhou Sileng insisted.
At this time, the man opposite him raised his head slightly. “I’ll send you.”
“No, thanks. You can use your car to pick up girls.” Zhou Sileng refused firmly.
“I’ll send you first, then pick up the girls,” Zhou Yao said.
…
A jeep stopped at the entrance of a kindergarten. The back door opened, and Zhou Sileng nimbly jumped out of the car with his schoolbag on his back. He did not turn his head and waved his little hand. “Daddy, see you!”
Zhou Yao rolled down the car window and looked at the little guy’s back. This little guy said, “see you,” but his behavior clearly said, “never see you again.”
Zhou Yao slowly curved the corners of his lips, his eyes soft.
He stepped on the accelerator pedal and drove on the road.
At this time, a melodious ringtone rang. He received a call.
“Hello…” he picked up.
“Hello, General Zhou.” On the line was a sweet female voice. “What are you doing? We haven’t seen each other for a long time, and you didn’t even send me a message.”
Zhou Yao raised his straight eyebrows and gave a half-smile. “Why? Did you miss me?”
“Hey, General Zhou, you’re so annoying! I’m on the set today. General Zhou, are you coming to visit me?”
Zhou Yao looked out the window, and his thin lips moved. He said, “Sure…”
The next second, his words came to an abrupt end. A sharp braking sound rang out, and he stopped the car in an emergency.
Since he jammed on the brakes, the drivers following him braked hard, and a long line was suddenly formed behind his car. There were car horns everywhere urging him to go.
However, Zhou Yao turned a deaf ear to it. His pitch-black eyes stared unblinkingly at the crowd in front of him. He quickly unbuckled his belt, trying to open the driver’s door.
However, his hand froze again.
Among the crowd, where was the person he was thinking of?
It was merely his imagination.
Zhou Yao’s tense muscles relaxed, and his thick and robust back leaned heavily against the chair. He raised his hand to support his forehead, took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth curled up in self-mockery.
He was delusional again.
She had left. What on earth was he still delusional about?
…
It was at a certain film crew.
Liu Chengcheng was seated comfortably on an armchair, surrounded by a large group of people. Some fanned her, some massaged her legs, and some put on makeup for her. All of them were very attentive.
At this moment, Liu Chengcheng felt a pain in her eyelashes. It turned out that the makeup artist, Xiao Mei, had accidentally pinched her eyes. Liu Chengcheng immediately spilled all the coffee in her cup on Xiao Mei, and then flew into a rage, “What are you doing? Are you hurting me on purpose?”
Xiao Mei was awfully sorry. She quickly bent down and apologized, “I’m sorry, Chengcheng, I didn’t mean to…”
“You’re sorry? If apology works, what are the police used for?” Liu Chengcheng said arrogantly, “I think you did it on purpose. I know I’m popular now, and I have a god-like boyfriend. You’re all jealous of me. Humph, Chengcheng? How dare you call me Chengcheng?”
“I…”
At this time, the producer of the production team rushed in. The producer first scolded Xiao Mei, “Do you have eyes? You hurt our Cheng Cheng!”
As he spoke, the producer gently coaxed Liu Chengcheng, “My darling, I see it’s all her fault. I’ve already scolded her, so please calm down. You will have a scene later…”
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