Wen Yixing bent down to change her shoes and explained softly, "I'm working overtime at the company, it's a bit late."

After saying that, she looked up at her son's room and asked, "Is Yao Yao asleep?"

Nanny: "She's asleep. She went to bed at nine o'clock."

"I'll go check on him. Thank you for your hard work today, Sister Wang," Wen Yixing said gently.

Sister Wang quickly waved her hand and said with a smile, "It's not tiring at all. You should get some rest too. It's quite late. Are you going to work tomorrow?"

Wen Yixing nodded: "We still need to go to work as usual."

Sister Wang sighed, "You've had a tough time too."

"However," Sister Wang looked at Wen Yixing's face and added, "you seem to be in much better shape than before."

Sister Wang went to work as a nanny for the Fang family a year ago. At that time, Wen Yixing was still a little chubby and didn't know how to dress up. She was a full-time housewife whose heart was only for her husband.

But Sister Wang noticed that Wen Yixing's condition had improved day by day since the divorce. She had started dressing up and had become more beautiful.

Although she's been busy with work outside, her overall condition is much better than before; she's practically a different person from a year ago.

After chatting with Sister Wang in the living room for a while, Sister Wang went back to her room to rest. Wen Yixing went to Fang Jingyao's room, and worried about waking her son, she carefully opened the door.

Fang Jingyao dislikes darkness and always prefers to sleep with the lights on, so his room isn't dark; the nightlight by his bed is still on.

Wen Yixing walked to the bedside, took the blanket that her son had kicked to the side of the bed, and covered his stomach. Seeing that her son was sleeping soundly, Wen Yixing did not disturb him. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she looked down and saw a small note on the bedside table with three words written on it.

Mom, look.

Next to the note was Fang Jingyao's tablet. Wen Yixing opened the tablet, and a short video appeared on it.

Wen Yixing turned off the video's sound before opening it.

The video was taken at the kindergarten and includes her son and three or four other children.

It's just like playing house.

They acted in a short play together.

It's still a microcosm of short dramas that are quite popular on short drama platforms.

The way the kids said those slightly corny lines was strangely cute and funny.

It's very interesting.

The video was rather rough, but its strength lay in its novel and entertaining content.

Wen Yixing thought it was very good after reading it.

For a moment, I felt that my son was really a little genius.

At this moment, the little genius was sleeping soundly in bed, grinding his teeth.

Wen Yixing smiled, lowered her head and kissed her son's forehead, then got up and turned the light by his bed to its dimmest setting.

She whispered, "Goodnight, Yao Yao."

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The first thing Fang Jingyao did after waking up in the morning was to check the tablet on his bedside table.

The note on it had been moved, and the tablet was no longer in its original place. Fang Jingyao could tell at a glance that his mother had come last night.

Children's bodies are not suitable for staying up late. Fang Jingyao was so sleepy at nine o'clock that he couldn't wait for his mother to come home. He knew that his mother would definitely come to his room to see him every time she came back, so he put a small note on the bedside table.

Sure enough, his mother found out!

Fang Jingyao got up happily, dressed, grabbed his tablet, and ran out.

The aroma of breakfast wafted outside, and as soon as Fang Jingyao went out, he saw a familiar figure in the kitchen.

His mother is cooking porridge.

Wen Yixing turned around when she heard the noise and saw that her son had gotten up.

He hadn't washed up yet; his hair was a mess, like a little chicken coop.

"Mother!"

Before Wen Yixing could react, she saw her son running towards her in his slippers.

"Mom, what time did you get back yesterday?"

Wen Yixing rubbed his little head: "Mom came back a little late yesterday. Yao Yao was already asleep, around 10:30."

Fang Jingyao raised his hand, looking at Wen Yixing expectantly: "Mom, have you seen this?"

"I saw it last night." Wen Yixing squatted down to be at Fang Jingyao's eye level. "Did Yaoyao take this picture?"

Fang Jingyao nodded: "Mm!"

Wen Yixing praised without reservation: "Yaoyao took the photos exceptionally well!"

Fang Jingyao was naturally very happy to hear the praise, but he did not forget his purpose. He looked at Wen Yixing and said, "Mom, our teacher said this is a short drama, and it seems like it can make a lot of money!"

"Mom, why don't you take a picture too!"

Taking advantage of his innocent and uninhibited nature, Fang Jingyao felt he could speak his mind freely without arousing suspicion.

That's how he convinced the kindergarten teachers.

The next few years will be a good time for the development of short dramas, and Fang Jingyao knows that his mother also likes to make videos. He simply mentioned it, and he believes that his mother is smart enough to discover this opportunity.

Wen Yixing didn't expect her son to come and persuade her to film a short drama. She smiled and said softly, "Mom is already preparing. She was selecting actors a few days ago."

Fang Jingyao froze for two seconds, then asked, "Mom, have you already started filming?"

Wen Yixing: "Yes, we'll take the pictures and show them to Yao Yao."

Fang Jingyao readily agreed, "Okay!"

This went far too smoothly. Fang Jingyao had previously thought of many ways to persuade his mother to film the video, but he never expected that his mother had already discovered it!

Sure enough, his mother was his mother; she always got ahead of him in everything.

Fang Jingyao was in a particularly good mood after resolving this matter. He drank two large bowls of porridge and ate two large steamed buns for breakfast.

After finishing breakfast, Fang Jingyao remembered something else and asked, "Mom, I'm going on vacation soon. When are we going back to our hometown?"

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