My first love with the boss

After the green killing banquet.

Mu Wan flew home all night.

She hasn't seen Weizhi for several months. Although Mo Jianxing will send videos, photos and occasionally mutual videos, the feeling of missing is not reduced at all, but more intense.

After getting off the plane and out of the airport, he saw Mo gradually holding Weizhi near the pick-up port. Two people were looking for her in the crowd.

Only one eye saw Mu Wan, his bright big eyes burst out a light of joy, and Mu Wan quickly moved forward two steps.

Before he reached Weizhi, he was stopped and Mu Wan stopped.

Two young girls looked at her excitedly and said, "Mu Wan, we are peas. Can you sign for us? Thank you!"

Peas?

Mu Wan stopped with a complicated complexion, quickly took the pen in the girl's hand and wrote down his name in the two people's books.

When he returned the pen to the girl, he whispered "thank you!"

Mu Wan never thought he would have a fan group, and has a nickname like pea.

At that moment, she was very serious and grateful. It was like fighting for a long time. She thought she had only got a little, but she didn't expect to get many points.

From then on, she also has fans. If she looks at peas, she will have a different feeling.

The two girls were obviously flattered and walked away happily.

Someone around recognized Mu Wan and wanted him to sign, but he was separated by the security guard.

Mu Wan nodded around and apologized. He quickly came to the front of Mo Jianxing, stretched out his hand to take over Weizhi, and the two quickly left there.

There is the exit, which is inconvenient to stay for too long. Stopping to sign for fans may cause congestion.

Sitting in the car with Weizhi's small face and soft waxy touch, a sense of happiness arises spontaneously.

Mu was very satisfied. He printed many kisses on Weizhi's face. Weizhi shouted, wiped his face with some disgust, and looked at his mother with a sad face.

In another month, Weizhi will be one year old. Now he has his own ideas.

Mu Wan looked at him, was stunned, and then laughed.

"Ink is getting better and better. He hates me."

Mo Jianxing got out of the car, took out the kettle, drank some water for Weizhi, and said, "it doesn't matter. I don't dislike you. You should be aware now. Your son can't be trusted. Only your husband can be trusted."

Mu Wan: "... Only stop, dad is speaking ill of you."

Only just shining big eyes, rushed into the arms of ink gradually, and didn't care about his father's unreliable words a minute ago.

Mo gradually took over Weizhi and silently looked at Mu Wan. "Mrs. Mo, I didn't expect you to sue at both ends."

Mu Wan did not complain that he should blush at all, but rushed to Weizhi. "Don't go. Don't go to your father's arms. It's good to stay too much in your mother's arms. Have you forgotten your mother's milk for more than half a year?"

Who knows, Weizhi behaves like a heartless man, firmly embraces Mo gradually, and looks at Mu Wan with big eyes flickering.

Mu Wan said joking words on his mouth, but his tears were about to flow down, and his heart hurt a little.

I really miss it.

Mo gradually rubbed Mu Wan's head and signaled her not to worry. He faced Weizhi, pointed to Mu Wan and whispered, "that's mom, call mom!"

"Mom!"

The voice of the milk doll was crisp. A breath of milk came to her face, melting people's hearts. Mu Wan felt that her heart was crisp again.

Suddenly a little want to cry, tears gushed out of the corners of his eyes. Mu Wan quickly wiped away his tears and stretched out his hand to Weizhi: "come, mom!"

This time, Weizhi didn't resist. Maybe he was touched by Mu Wan's tears. Weizhi's expression also had some small sadness. He rushed into Mu Wan's arms. His mouth turned and his eyes also contained tears.

Mu Wan was amused. He only cried. He was really cute. His pink mouth, meat face and shining eyes. There was no place that was not soft and cute. It was almost fatal!

Ink gradually took out the toy and stuffed it into Weizhi's hand. Weizhi's eyes lit up and the sadness dispersed in an instant.

Mu Wan: "

Sure enough, it's a happy baby!

She looked at Mo Jianxing and was touched in her heart. Mo Jianxing was taking good care of Weizhi. Just looking at the short journey, he knew Weizhi like the back of his hand and knew how much effort he had paid in Weizhi.

"Are you tired recently? Do you have to get up many times in the evening?"

Mu hugged Weizhi in his arms and leaned his head against the gradually moving body of ink. The feeling of a family of three together is really warm. There is no need to say anything, and a sense of happiness arises spontaneously.

Mo gradually reached out and took her in his arms. He talked about Weizhi, and the pride and satisfaction between his words would overflow.

"It's good at night now. I only get up once and change his diaper. The milk has been cut off at night. Now I focus on drinking milk for him during the day. His appetite is good, and his supplementary food is also good. It's heavy during this period of time."

"I can speak a lot. Now my parents, grandparents and some simple words can be said. Last time, your mother saw me and said that only learning to speak quickly."

Mu lamented, "it's all your credit. Do you still read storybooks to him every night?"

"Read three or five books in almost one night!" Mo Jianxing lowered his head and teased Weizhi's face. Every time he read, he held Weizhi in his arms. At that time, he was not a business genius, nor one of the rich second generation young masters, or an ordinary father. He hoped that his son would grow up healthily and happily, As like as two peas.

Mu Wan sat on the plane all the way. He was very tired. Holding Weizhi, he fell asleep on the gradually moving shoulder of ink. Maybe Mu Wan's arms were too comfortable, and Weizhi fell asleep with him.

When the mother and son woke up, they saw the car parked at the door of their house.

Get out of the car, enter the door and move at one go.

Sitting on the sofa at home, I feel a sense of happiness after thousands of sails and finally return.

Uncle Zhao had brought out the food considerately. Mu Wan felt hungry and had eaten boxed lunch for more than three months. Mu Wan now smelled the smell of the food and had a sense of happiness.

"I've finally had dinner at home. You don't know what I'm doing in the crew."

In this filming, director Xu threw all his money on props and cameras. The money given to the food was compressed and then compressed. Each time the food was really not good. He could only say that he could eat without dying.

Moreover, the crew was in a hurry and it was impossible to go out for dinner. Mu Wan felt that he was almost stuck with the set and hadn't had a good meal for a long time.

The meal ended in Mu Wan's awe of food.

Uncle Zhao looked at Mu Wan and couldn't help laughing. "Young lady, please stay at home for a while. I'll tell the cook to cook more delicious food for you."

Mu Wan thought about his next itinerary, which is relatively loose, and he can stay at home leisurely for a period of time!

During this time, taking advantage of the fame of just winning the Best Newcomer Award, many film appointments and advertisements poured in one after another. After selecting some, lingo chose some better ones and contacted several major brands to win some pretty good resources for Mu Lan.

Ensure a certain exposure, but not too tired.

Lingo has made a very reasonable arrangement. Mu Wan has no room for doubt, and it doesn't take much time to shoot those. She has a lot of time with Weizhi.

If lingo didn't consider Mu Wan's need to take care of her children, he would arrange her schedule like an animal, like Zong Yi.

The following days were very leisurely. In addition to taking Weizhi out to play every day, I took time to see my parents. Occasionally, I would go to the old house with Mo Jianxing to have a meal and express my filial piety.

Almost every film Mu Wan played, Lin Ying, the mother of Mo Jianxing, watched it once and gave her own evaluation: she has great acting talent and can continue on this road.

Of course, the praise from Lin Ying was not easy. Mu Wan almost suspected that she was hearing hallucinations at the moment she heard it.

After a long time, he responded and whispered, "thank you, mom!"

Lin Ying continued, "it's just that the signature is a little ugly. You're a star now. It's necessary to practice it."

Mu Wan was ashamed when she heard this. She already knew that her mother-in-law, who studied calligraphy from famous masters, said that her characters were ugly, that is, they were really ugly.

"I'll practice later. Thank you, mom. I didn't notice these little details before!"

Lin Ying glanced at her son's face, which was gradually sunny and cloudy. She stared at Mo gradually and said to Mu Wan: "Your handwriting is actually good among ordinary people, but it's worse in my mother's eyes. It's not picking your thorns, but practicing calligraphy can cultivate your self-cultivation. Now that you have entered the vanity fair, you encounter many things. It's always right to hone your mind. Don't listen to the gradual development of ink, he will lead you astray."

Mo gradually looked at his mother's adult with a resentful look. He probably didn't expect that it was his mother's adult who gave himself a fatal blow.

Mu Wan couldn't help laughing and said, "OK, I know."

Just heard Lin Ying's words, in fact, there is no malice. Just like an old man who likes to practice calligraphy, he always hopes that future generations can write more words. People who like flower arrangement hope that someone can learn flower arrangement. This is an obsession from the inheritance of the skills of the old man, and there is nothing wrong.

Just like her mother always reminds her to wear autumn pants, she estimates that when Weizhi grows up, she will also NAG in Weizhi's ear: wear autumn pants.

When she left the old house, there were many calligraphy notes in Mu Wan's hand, which were carefully selected by Lin Ying and felt more suitable for mu Wan.

Mo Jianxing looked at those sticky notes, got in the car and completely left the old house. Mu Wan had the time to ask why Mo Jianxing looked so bad.

Mo gradually hummed and said, "I was tortured by these calligraphy when I was a child. Now it's my turn to torture you."

Mu Wan: "

Mo gradually walked with a sad face. Mu Wan couldn't help laughing.

"You were tortured by calligraphy when you were a child. I thought you were very good at everything and could learn everything. I didn't expect Xueba to have such trouble. I'm too satisfied."

Mu Wan looked at the calligraphy in his hand and immediately felt cordial.

Mo Jianxing smiled and said, "well, if you want to practice, you can practice. If you don't want to practice, you can throw it aside. There's no need to force it. If my mother wants to force it in the future, she can force Weizhi. He can still be saved."

Mu Wan looked at Weizhi, who was sleeping on one side, and couldn't help showing pity. The poor child didn't know his future and had been arranged by his father.

"Then pass on these calligraphy as family heirlooms!" Mu Wan said solemnly.

Mo gradually walked, with a full smile between his eyebrows, and resolutely agreed to Mu Wan's idea.

The two joked on the road and unknowingly arrived at home. After returning home, Mu Wan really practiced those calligraphy carefully.

In fact, I met two fans at the airport that day. When I signed for them, Mu Wan was already aware of his problem.

Her handwriting can only be regarded as beautiful. If ordinary people see it, it is really a good handwriting. If professional people see it, the handwriting is too loose and has no rules.

When she was a child, she used to practice calligraphy together for some time, but she didn't want to do so, so she gave up halfway.

Now I think that all roads lead to Rome, and I have made achievements in practicing calligraphy. In fact, it is also a good exercise for acting skills and temperament.

After practicing calligraphy, you can use writing scenes for filming. You can write directly without post editing,

Such a thought is also a very fulfilling thing.

Mo gradually practiced with her in her spare time.

Ink's gradually moving words are majestic. Like his behavior, they are very methodical.

Mu Wan sighed again after reading it. Xueba's life is actually open. Maybe her brain has a lot more capacity than others, so Mo gradually needs only a little effort to achieve her achievements, but she needs hard work to keep up with his rhythm.

Weizhi was also very interested in seeing her parents write. Uncle Zhao found a piece of water writing cloth and asked Weizhi to scribble on it.

The rise of Weizhi painting was so great that he soon painted a piece of water cloth full of water marks, and made trouble with the words written by his parents.

As the pen went on, the ink gradually went, and the written words were fainted.

Mo Jianxing: "... I like writing so much that my father will let you write a lot in the future, okay?"

"OK!" Wei Zhi nodded seriously.

Mu Wan burst out laughing, and his compassionate eyes fell on Weizhi. It's nice that every child has a happy childhood trapped by his father.

Mu Wan thought like this, but she didn't know that the fan group she had just harvested was also on her way.