Writing the Script

Writing the Script

The next day.

Shen Wuxiao got up early, in an exceptionally good mood.

Building happiness upon other people's pain was true happiness.

Even while eating breakfast, Shen Wuxiao kept his head down, clearly holding back laughter.

His Little Darling Wives were utterly baffled.

"Husband, what are you laughing about?" Jiang Huaiyue sat to Shen Wuxiao's right and asked softly.

Shen Wuxiao shook his head. "You wouldn't appreciate it. Forget it!"

Just then, Shen Wuxiao's phone vibrated.

It was a message from Fourth Brother.

It said Fan Yu had sent a message.

Shen Wuxiao immediately set down his cup and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Take your time eating. I'm going to get busy first!"

"You've barely taken two bites!" Jiang Huaiyue said.

Shen Wuxiao reached out, hooked an arm around her neck, and leaned in to plant two heavy kisses on her soft, fragrant lips.

"Now I've had two bites. I'm off!" Shen Wuxiao ran straight outside.

The women were all helpless.

Yun Zhiyi smiled and shook her head. "Forget him. He's always so strange!"

When Shen Wuxiao got outside, Fourth Brother was not far away.

"Fourth Brother!" Shen Wuxiao called.

Fourth Brother hurried over.

"Young Master..."

"Give me the phone. Call that old man!"

Fourth Brother took out his phone and dialed the number.

He had only just dialed when the other side answered immediately.

It was as though he had been waiting all along.

Shen Wuxiao said blandly, "Elder Fan, I saw the message. What is it?"

Fan Yu's voice was urgent. "Young Master Shen, Young Master Shen, you... you were right. You were right. Last night, he really pulled me into a dream."

"He even gave me a wedding in the dream. So romantic, so romantic!"

Shen Wuxiao frowned.

"It seems he truly