"So, are they coming?"
Jian Yue sat in the dressing room, leaning back in her swivel chair, twirling an eyebrow pencil around. Hearing his words, she replied, "Here, three tickets."
Chu Yi'an walked behind him, put his hands on his shoulders, and massaged them.
"Why are you always following me?" Jian Yue Chu Yi'an's reflection in the mirror.
"You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you going to try to persuade me to stay?" Chu Yi'an said, leaning closer.
"What's the point of trying to stop them? The flight is only an hour."
Even with advanced transportation, meeting up isn't easy.
Chu Yi'an pursed his lips, looking dissatisfied. Seeing Jian Yue, Jian Yue tilted his head back, placed one hand on the back of Chu Yi'an's head and pressed down, their lips touching for two seconds before separating.
"Sweetie, I'll come see you the day after tomorrow," Jian Yue said with a smile.
Chu Yi'an stared at his lips, lowered his eyes, and uttered a cool, clear voice, "Not enough."
Jian Yue tilted her head slightly. "I've put on makeup; I'm going on stage later, and it can't be smudged."
Chu Yi'an placed his hand on the armrest and turned slightly, so that the two faced each other.
"I'll help you with your makeup if you spend money," Chu Yi'an said.
"You can even do makeup? Who did you learn it for?" Jian Yue seized on his weakness and looked at him slowly and deliberately.
"For you, didn't you say you needed a makeup artist?"
When did he say that? Jian Yue thought for a moment before recalling something she had casually said during a previous interview, something that he had somehow seen and remembered.
Jian Yue looked at his serious expression and couldn't understand why he liked him so much.
Chu Yi'an interrupted his thoughts and kissed him on the lips.
Finally, Chu Yi'an helped him touch up his makeup.
At this moment, Gu Wancheng was at home drawing the orders she had previously accepted.
I showed a draft I drew to the client yesterday, and she didn't have any other questions. It seems like she's another angelic client.
It has to be said that when he gets busy, he's incredibly fast, especially since his thoughts are clear and he can finish drawing in no time.
It took me most of the day. I was a bit lazy and procrastinated for a while, but I still managed to finish it today.
After reviewing the entire process, I couldn't find any problems, so I immediately sent it to the client.
The person who placed the order is probably offline, so there was no reply.
Having eliminated a major threat, Gu Wancheng felt much more relaxed and decided to reward him with two small cakes.
I sent a message to Bo Yizhou, asking him to bring back three small cakes when he came back tonight.
Gu Wancheng calculated the extra item as a buy-two-get-one-free deal.
After receiving his reply, Gu Wancheng was in a good mood. She watched some videos and came across a pancake tutorial. She watched it all in one go and immediately felt that she could do it.
So he immediately went to the kitchen to make a replica.
I won't say much about the final result; it didn't look good, and the taste... well, it's hard to say.
After failing once, Gu Wancheng gave up. Perhaps he didn't have the talent. As for whether hard work could make up for his lack of talent, he didn't think so, because he only had a short attention span.
It was time to pick up Chaochao again. Gu Wancheng swallowed the pancakes he had made with difficulty and drank a big gulp of water.
Departure from school.
They weren't too late; kindergarten had just let out. Gu Wancheng watched as Chaochao and An'an chattered away. If the teacher hadn't said their parents were coming to pick them up, they probably would have talked forever.
Judging from Chaochao's excited expression, Gu Wancheng reasonably suspected that it was probably the strategist An'an who had given him some advice again.
With a question on her face, Gu Wancheng didn't want to go to sleep with this curiosity, so she asked, "What were you talking about just now?"
"Huh? What?" Chaochao looked completely bewildered.
Gu Wancheng reminded her, "Just now at the school gate, you and An'an..."
Chaochao suddenly realized and said, " An'an, think of a way to make Suisui like me more."
Just as I expected.
Gu Wancheng nodded.
Throughout the journey, Chaochao kept talking about the ideas An'an had given him, while Gu Wancheng listened with a complicated expression, not really wanting to offer any opinions.
As soon as she got home, Chaochao skipped and hopped back to her room, put down her schoolbag, and then ran downstairs to the door.
Gu Wancheng stopped him, "Where are you going?"
"Go find Suisui." Chaochao tried to walk around him and go out.
Then Gu Wancheng grabbed his collar and pulled him back.
"Have you finished your homework? Then go." Gu Wancheng casually stabbed him in the back.
Chaochao puffed out her cheeks, looking very unhappy.
"Sweetie, finish your homework before you go." Gu Wancheng rubbed his head.
Chaochao was clearly unwilling, and slowly made her way back to her room.
Forty minutes later, Chaochao ran down happily with her notebook in her hand. After running up to him, she slammed the notebook on the table, proudly raised her head, and looked directly at him.
"Hmph, I'm done writing!"
Gu Wancheng raised an eyebrow, picked up the homework, glanced at it a few times, and then looked at him in surprise.
It's actually written quite well, but this character is a bit too flowing; it seems he needs to practice his handwriting.
But wouldn't that be learning too much?
It's said that it's best to start learning Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) at five years old, but Chaochao is only four now, so let's not start her learning it yet. Let's focus on her calligraphy practice instead.
Time can always be found if you make the effort.
Chaochao, unaware that she was about to practice calligraphy, looked at him with anticipation.
Under his expectant gaze, Gu Wancheng slowly said, "Alright, go ahead, remember to come back for dinner."
Although the chances of him coming back for dinner are slim.
Have Butler Chen take Chaochao to Suisui's house.
With nothing to do, Gu Wancheng watched TV with extreme boredom.
Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.
Should he take on a few more orders? He's really bored right now.
So, in a moment of impulsiveness, he quickly accepted two orders. When he tried to accept a third order, he gradually calmed down.
Recalling his actions just now, he was on the verge of tears and almost burst into sobs.
He slumped listlessly on the sofa, while Butler Chen, standing not far away, looked on in bewilderment, wondering how he could have changed so suddenly when he had been perfectly fine just moments before.
Gu Wancheng: You don't understand my pain.
Although he was in a bad mood, it didn't affect his eating at all.
Especially since Chaochao actually came back to have dinner with him that evening; he had thought Chaochao wouldn't be coming back.
It seems he still cares about his father and can't bear to let him eat alone all by himself.
Gu Wancheng was deeply moved, which drew a look of disdain from Chaochao.
After finishing his meal, he returned to his previous listless state, which continued until Bo Yizhou came home from work with small cakes.
The sweetness of the small cake temporarily soothed his bad mood.
The deed was done and could not be changed. After comforting herself, Gu Wancheng took a shower and lay down on the bed to prepare for sleep.
I had just closed my eyes when I suddenly remembered Chaochao practicing calligraphy, and my sleepiness vanished instantly.
He nudged Bo Yizhou and said, "I think Chaochao's handwriting is a bit rebellious. Should we have him learn it?"
The word "rebellious"? That's a rather novel way of putting it.
Bo Yizhou thought for a moment and agreed, "You can arrange it. Go to sleep."
"Um."