Mu Wanqing made the dough alone, rolled out the dough, and prepared the dumpling fillings in an orderly and deft manner.
When night falls, steaming hot dumplings are brought to the table. The white dumplings are round and plump, with fragrant aroma.
Wen Zhan looked at the busy woman, and his love for her quietly became stronger.
It seems that Wen Lei was right. Divorce is an opportunity to start over, allowing him to see another side of this woman that he has never shown.
And this side is something that all the ladies from famous families around him and all ladies will not have.
This is also what particularly attracts him.
"What, you think the New Year's Eve dinner is too simple? If you don't want to eat, you can leave now." Mu Wanqing saw him staring at the dumplings in a daze, and gave him an order to expel him.
Wen Zhan smiled and did not get angry with her. Instead, he sincerely praised her: "You are so amazing. Your cooking skills are no worse than those of professional chefs."
Mu Wanqing smiled and said, "It's useless for you to praise me. Get out of here after eating."
Wen Zhan automatically ignored the bad words in her mouth and focused on a face thicker than the city wall.
The New Year's Eve dinner is simple but warm, except that the two children want to hug each other at one moment and have a fuss at the other, and the meal still feels like a war.
After dinner, Mr. Wen once again took the initiative to clean up the kitchen.
But this time he didn't have to wash the dishes.
Mu Wanqing still had some work to do. According to time today, she should publish the serialization of the youth novel again, so she took out the computer after dinner and started working.
Wen Zhan came out of the kitchen and was a little surprised to see her busy.
Looking at the night outside, it is completely dark. From time to time, the sound of fireworks and firecrackers can be heard in the distance, and the brilliant colors rising into the sky can still be vaguely seen.
He looked back at the woman: "Want to see the fireworks?"
Mu Wanqing looked up from the computer and glanced at him: "Fireworks are prohibited in urban areas."
"If you want to see it, I can find a solution." Wen Zhan had made full preparations for today.
Secretary Li said that women all like romance, especially my wife, a literary goddess who loves words, and she prefers romantic and sensational things.
Sending flowers or something is too cliché.
Of course, setting off fireworks during the Chinese New Year is more appropriate for the occasion.
"Thank you, I don't have time." Mu Wanqing was still revising the manuscript and was too lazy to talk to him.
Wen Zhan was bored and sighed in his heart.
It's not easy to please her.
Wen Zhan looked at the woman tenderly while rocking the stroller, and asked curiously: "You are a public blogger, how come you are busier than me, the president of a listed company? Don't you even take a break during the New Year?"
Speaking of this, Mu Wanqing thought of something and raised her eyes from the screen: "Let me ask you something."
The man also looked at her and said, "Say."
"Since when did you start following this official account?"
Wen Zhan looked at her serious face and instantly knew what she was going to ask. He paused unnaturally and picked the bridge of his nose with one hand: "Who pays attention to you? I'm so busy all day long that I don't have time to look at this."
"Really?" After all, the two of them were a couple, and Mu Wanqing still knew him well. This little move was clearly a sign of embarrassment and guilty conscience.
"Didn't you know that I took a promotional picture for that women's clothing brand last time? You warned me not to take any more pictures, and now you're saying I'm not paying attention?"
"..." Wen Zhan had forgotten about this, and felt even more guilty when she asked him, racking his brains to think of how to smooth things over.
But Mu Wanqing didn't give him a chance to make excuses, and said directly: "I thank you for supporting me behind the scenes, but your support is meaningless. We want to make self-media bigger and stronger, and the most important thing is to rely on content. The quality and the support of fans do not depend on the big bastards silently swiping orders from behind. We will launch many more products in the future, are you just going to keep buying them like this?"
Wen Zhan was embarrassed by what she said and said angrily: "Who do you think is the big culprit? You sell things and I buy things. We just get what we need. Why are you taking the lead?"
Mu Wanqing stopped typing on the keyboard and looked at him: "So, are you really supporting me behind my back?"
She frowned, curious, "Who did you buy so many women's clothes for? Is it possible that besides Lu Kejun, you also have three thousand beauties in your harem?"
Otherwise, how could we achieve millions of sales?
Wen Zhan was very angry at these words and simply said: "You only know now? There are more than three thousand beauties in my harem. There are countless beauties in the clouds."
Mu Wanqing smiled disdainfully, "Really? Then may I ask how your kidneys are?"
"Oh, you don't know if my kidneys are good or not?" That intimate session didn't make her sleepy and sleepy, so you still dare to question his kidneys?
"..." In terms of shamelessness, Mu Wanqing admitted that she was not as good as him.
Automatically ignoring the topic, she curiously inquired again: "What did you do with those daily consumer goods? You emptied other people's inventories, and you won't be able to use them all in your next life."
"It's up to you to take care of it! Do you still want to write? If you don't write to comfort the children!" Wen Zhan wanted to save face and refused to say more. He became angry when asked too many questions, as if he wanted to give up.
Mu Wanqing glanced at him and said nothing, lowered her head and continued busy.
My feelings are a bit complicated.
Mu Wanqing couldn't describe how it felt to think that he was unknown and invested huge sums of money to support his career.
In fact, I really don’t feel much gratitude, because this approach is so stupid.
But for a shrewd businessman, he knew that this approach was stupid and stupid, but he still did it once, twice and three times - which inexplicably moved her a little bit.
The last person who was worthy of his dedication was Lu Kejun.
Now, he has used this thought on himself. Is it possible that he has really turned around, disliked the old, and fallen in love with himself?
After updating the official account, Mu Wanqing calmed down again and raised her eyes to look at him, "I'm done, when will you leave?"
I've been here all day, buzzing like a fly.
When they were husband and wife before, they had never been so "tired" of being together for twelve hours!
"Can't leave tonight."
Wen Zhan gave the answer, and Mu Wanqing's face immediately became serious.
He tilted his chin towards the two little crybabies in front of him, raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman: "These two oil bottles can't be handled by anyone alone, right?"
The two of them work together, and they are as tired as dogs this day. Who can do anything if they are separated?
Mu Wanqing said: "If you take your brother back to your old house, someone will take care of you. If your sister stays with me, I can take care of it."
As if he understood what his mother said, his brother immediately started crying.
Wen Zhan picked him up from the stroller, and the little guy flopped towards his mother.
Just as Mu Wanqing closed the computer, she took over her son and coaxed him.
I thought it was just a fuss and I could coax him to sleep, but I didn't know that the little guy kept fussing endlessly.
And my sister also joined in.
The fighting situation once again evolved into two people each hugging one person, and they started a WeChat step counting activity in the room.
After tossing until midnight, both of them were exhausted.
Mu Wanqing took the time to wash up briefly, then lay down and took her sister to sleep first.
Wen Zhan hugged his son and continued to coax him. When he couldn't resist anymore, he leaned against the bed and closed his eyes to rest.
At this time, I can't care about the embarrassment and ambiguity.
The bedroom became quiet for a while, and all four people fell asleep. No one even turned off the light that was on.
After an unknown amount of time, his brother began to groan again, and Wen Zhan sat up in surprise.
Mu Wanqing also opened her eyes, frowned and asked, "Did you pull it..."
"You must be hungry. I'm going to make milk powder. You can continue to sleep." Wen Zhan had done his homework in advance and asked his confinement nurse clearly about what time he would wake up every night to drink night milk.
Before Mu Wanqing responded, he had already stood up and went out, turning off the lights in the room so that she could sleep more soundly.
She was so sleepy that Mu Wanqing didn't show any politeness. She lay down and closed her eyes again, her hand still gently patting her brother who kept moaning.
In a daze, she felt the man push the door back and drag her son away from her hands.
She opened her eyelids and took a look. Wen Zhan was holding her son and stuffing the bottle into the little guy's mouth.
The elder brother drank the milk and stopped crying. The man closed his eyes and yawned long.
"It's your own fault..." She muttered to herself, without even noticing it.
But Wen Zhan heard it.
"What did you say?"
The man looked back at her and asked in a low voice, but saw that she had fallen asleep again, which made him wonder if he was hallucinating.
After his son finished drinking the milk, Wen Zhan got up and went out to wash the bottle and dry it.
When he came back, he saw that the quilt on the woman was not properly covered, so he walked over and gently pulled up the corner of the quilt and tucked it in for her.
His eyes fell on her beautiful and soft side face, and he couldn't help it. He leaned down and kissed her gently, and then smiled inexplicably.
Who would have thought that it was only after his divorce that he truly felt the essence and meaning of life.
I feel overwhelmed, exhausted, and faced with various situations all the time, struggling to cope with them.
But it was such a miserable life that bloomed the sweetest and most fragrant flowers, making him addicted to it and unable to extricate himself.
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Early the next morning.
The cry of children begins the day again.
When Mu Wanqing opened her tired eyes and reflexively prepared to stuff her sister's mouth with breast milk again, the man whispered: "Aunt Zhou and confinement sister are here, you can continue to sleep."
"Huh?" She was startled, turned around and looked at the man sleepily, as if she didn't hear him clearly.
They came back on the first day of the new year?
Wen Zhan was neatly dressed and looked like he had been up for a while.
Seeing Mu Wanqing's face full of questions and confusion, he repeated again: "I asked Aunt Zhou and Sister-in-law to come back. You are right, I thought taking care of the child was too easy."
Last night, he woke up and walked around. The repeated tossing was more painful than working all night.
After experiencing it, I understand why girls today are so afraid of giving birth and taking care of their babies, and why so many new mothers suffer from postpartum depression.
Men should really take more responsibility.
When Mu Wanqing saw him sighing like this, she sneered sleepily, "You just know now..."
Wen Zhan was originally looking at her face, but when she raised her head and looked back, her body also turned slightly.
With this turn, the seductive whiteness was exposed under her open skirt.
Wen Zhan swore that he had no such thoughts originally, but no man would be indifferent to the scene before him.
