Meng Fuguang slept until half past nine.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw that her phone was full of unread messages and missed calls. Jian Huayao had sent her dozens of WeChat messages, urging her to go on Weibo as soon as possible.

"Your childhood party is trending!"

"Wuwuwu, so handsome, so handsome!"

"You are not awake yet, are you? You have been scolded by your sister! And you are still sleeping!"

"Wake up!"

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"Wow, Xiao Shiyan is so handsome!"

Meng Fuguang quickly replied to her message, "The princess has woken up."

Jian Huayao was speechless.

Meng Fuguang logged onto Weibo and saw two new topics on the hot searches.

#Boss's childhood thank you banquet#

#Funny boy childhood Fu Zhiming#

When Meng Fuguang clicked on the first trending search, he saw screenshots of Xie Shiyan's live broadcast playing the piano everywhere.

{Alien: Oh my god, is this really played by a four-year-old? The musicality and the rhythm control, wow wow wow!}

{How long will it take me to learn this crappy music: I am studying piano, this kid is really amazing!}

{Tianheitouxiaomi: Mainly, this is too handsome! Xiao Shiyan! Mommy loves you! [Picture]}

{Sleeping until the face cramps: Who knows, sisters! Sincerely invite you to appreciate the beauty of Shiyan children! [Picture]}

{Mi Fagao is out of the entertainment industry: even haters can’t help but wonder, how could Mi Fagao give birth to such a handsome kid!}

{mfgZaBa: Hey, I don’t believe it without a script.}

No, why does it include some criticism?

I have to say it, after all, it was a professional photographer who filmed the live broadcast, and the photos of my eldest son looked so handsome!

Humph, Meng Fuguang immediately found a photo of Xie Shiyan wearing a baseball cap, a red jersey, and holding a basketball in his arms, and posted it on his Weibo.

{Mengzige V: Oh, which lucky girl has such a handsome son? It turns out to be me! [Picture]}

As soon as the Weibo post was published, people immediately liked and commented on it. The background message reminders kept ringing, and Meng Fuguang had to turn off the reminders.

Only then did she realize that she originally had only a few hundred thousand fans, many of whom were haters, but now the number has exceeded 500,000.

Huh? How come Daer's face is so useful?

Xie Shiyan's piano class ended at 11:30, and Meng Fuguang put on full makeup, which was rare for her, so she arrived just on time.

Meng Fuguang got off the car only after receiving a call from Haodaer.

Xiao Li opened the car door, and the photographer aimed the camera at her. A slender leg stretched out first, Meng Fuguang bent down to get out of the car, raised her eyes slightly, and her eyes met the camera.

Oh my god! This divine face!

Even the staff felt their breath stop.

The barrage in the live broadcast room stopped for two seconds, and then poured out like a flood.

{What the hell! What the hell!}

{What the hell! What the hell!}

{What the hell! What the hell!}

{Oh shit! I knew she was pretty! I didn’t know she was this pretty! Oh shit oh shit!!}

Director Huang: What is the cultural level of these audiences? Is it true that they can only say “WTF”?

"Hello everyone!" Meng Fuguang greeted everyone with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work!"

"Hello, Miss Meng!" Director Huang greeted her.

When Xie Shiyan saw Meng Fuguang, he immediately ran towards her. Meng Fuguang bent down to catch him, "My dear, you are so great! How can you be so handsome!"

“Did you see the live broadcast?”

"Of course I watched it! As expected of my eldest son! He plays the guitar really well! So handsome!"

Meng Fuguang hugged him and kissed his forehead, "Teacher Xifan praised you for your progress, and mom wants to reward you. Tell me! What do you want to eat!"

Wang Tiezhu no longer wanted to warn her, her character had almost collapsed to the point where the author's own mother would flip the table.

If it were the Meng Fuguang of the past, he would only comment on how well he played and whether he had made any progress.

But now Meng Fuguang would find ways to praise him. No matter why she changed, he liked the current Meng Fuguang anyway.

"I want to eat Chinese food."

"Huh? Why do you want to eat Chinese food?"

"...Because you said last night that you wanted to eat the private cuisine at the Chenghuang Temple."

Woohoo! It’s so great that the big one is so good!!

The bullet screen was also boiling at this time.

{Damn God! Why are you so biased! Why are this mother and son so good-looking!}

{Xiao Shiyan is too bossy! Why did you say we should eat Chinese food? Because you want to eat it.}

{I heard rumors before that they had a bad relationship between mother and son, but it doesn’t look like that at all!}

{This is a script, no one would really believe it, right?}

{It's so funny, MFG is kept by an old man, how can an illegitimate child deserve so many people to lick him?}

{Is this true?! So exciting!}

{Look at the place where this mother and son live, and that old BMW, it might be real.}

{That's enough. During the live broadcast earlier, even Teacher Xifan was very nice to Xiao Shiyan. I feel like Mfg must have a strong background.}

{Being kept by an old man also counts as a background, hahahaha}

The barrage became more and more filthy, and Jian Huayao could only watch and get angry. Meng Fuguang didn't let her tell anyone about her and Xie Yuzhou, so she could only keep it to herself.

Is Xie Yuzhou just going to watch his wife and children being bullied?

What a dog man!

After booking the dinner table, Meng Fuguang also discussed it with the directors’ group.

"Please take care of Shi Yan for me. I will treat everyone to lunch at noon!"

"No, no, no! It's okay!" Everyone quickly refused.

"It's okay. I know it doesn't conform to your rules, and I'm not asking you to eat with us. I've already asked someone to call and reserve two suites, so don't refuse."

Director Huang became more certain of his thoughts that this Meng Fuguang must be someone very important.

"Then we'll follow you for a meal." He no longer refused and invited everyone to get in the car.

Only when everyone arrived did they realize that the private restaurant Xie Shiyan mentioned was a place where even if you had money you might not be invited.

This store only accepts members, and those who can register as members must be worth tens of millions or more.

The card in Meng Fuguang's hand is actually for a senior membership!

Everyone looked at each other in surprise. No wonder Meng Fuguang said yesterday that the small apartment was just one of her temporary residences...

Meng Fuguang asked the waiter to arrange them in the next suite. She and Xie Shiyan didn't order many dishes, just some light stir-fried farm dishes.

Steamed perch, Longjing shrimp, cabbage in soup, Andong chicken, and a bamboo mat, cordyceps and pork ribs soup.

Some were eating, while others were busy picking the fish.

Well, 24-year-old Meng Fuguang was eating, and 4-year-old Xie Shiyan was helping her cut the fish meat.

"My dear, Mommy really doesn't like eating fish."

"You said I can't be picky about food," Xie Shiyan pointed out seriously.

"Then serve Mommy another bowl of soup."

"Don't drink it, this soup is too oily, you'll feel sick if you drink more."

"...... My dear son, how come you are more like Aunt Sun than Aunt Sun?"

Aunt Sun is the one who cooks for the family. She likes to talk a lot. She even dares to say a few words to the original owner who usually has a cold face.

Xie Shiyan put all the fish meat into her bowl, "Eating fish will improve your skin."

"Mom, eat it all! Eat it all!"