pertwk Chapter 505 Arrangements for the Two Women
Chapter 505 Arrangements for the Two Women
On January 15th, Beijing experienced another snowfall.
Fu Yibai stood in front of the study window, watching Zhang Xinyu back the white BMW out of the garage.
Snowflakes fell on the windshield, the wipers swung back and forth, and the headlights drew two blurry beams of light in the hazy afternoon light.
Zhang Xinyu rolled down the car window and waved to him.
Drive slowly on the road.
Fu Yibai pushed open the window, and a cold wind rushed in, blowing the collar of his bathrobe inside out.
"Understood, Mr. Fu. I'll be back after the New Year."
Zhang Xinyu's voice carried by the wind and snow. Fu Yibai closed the window and turned to walk out the door.
In the living room, Liu Yan was pacing back and forth, holding Jing Chen in her arms.
The little one nestled on her shoulder, his face flushed red, tears welling in his eyelashes.
Liu Yan patted his back and mumbled soothing words, a fine layer of sweat beading on her forehead.
"What happened?"
"Here you go, I don't know what's gotten into this brat this time."
Liu Yan's tone carried a numbness born from being tormented too much.
She put Jingchen down from her shoulder, and the little guy immediately waved his fists and howled twice.
Fu Yibai went over and took him in. Jingchen squirmed a couple of times in his arms, his crying went from wailing to whimpering, and he finally quieted down after hiccuping.
"He just treats people differently based on their status."
Liu Yan sat down on the sofa, picked up her teacup, and took a sip.
Fu Yibai sat down next to Liu Yan, holding his son.
"Honey, you've almost fully recovered your figure."
"Filming for 'The Wandering Earth' will start after the New Year. Can you give me a cameo role?"
"A cameo role?"
"Well, we can't just stay cooped up at home all the time."
Go out and relax.
"I want to, but what about my son?"
"Let Mom take care of him for two days."
It's near the China Film Digital Base in Huairou, not far away.
"We'll see when the time comes."
Liu Yan was somewhat tempted, after all, she had rarely gone out since becoming pregnant.
Now that she's back to her pre-pregnancy figure, she really wants to go out and relax.
But she couldn't bear to leave her child.
"Okay, it's just a cameo role anyway. You can decide when it's time to film."
February 18th, the 1th day of the twelfth lunar month.
Mr. Yang, Ms. Yang, Mr. Liu, and Ms. Liu moved into the villa district of the capital.
This year, the parents of both families will spend the Spring Festival with Fu Yibai's parents at the villa in the capital.
Mr. Yang brought a whole suitcase full of Yunnan specialties, including Xuanwei ham, rose petal cakes, and Pu'er tea cakes, which filled the kitchen counter to the brim.
As soon as Yang's mother entered the door, she took Zhao Ning into her arms. The little girl opened her round eyes, looked at her grandmother, and then grinned.
"This child recognizes me; he's such a good boy."
When Liu's mother entered the room, Liu Yan was breastfeeding Jing Chen in the living room. The old lady put down her bag and went over, standing next to her daughter and looking down at her grandson.
"This child is so good-looking."
Liu's mother reached out and touched Jingchen's little face. The little guy, with his pacifier in his mouth, turned around and glanced at her, then continued to drink his milk, his cheeks puffing out.
"He just loves to make trouble."
Liu Yan looked up at her mother.
"This child has a loud voice; he'll definitely be an impatient person when he grows up."
"You were like this when you were little. You were fussy in my belly when I was pregnant with you, and you were even more fussy after you were born."
You were never still before you were three years old.
"Mom~"
"Alright, alright, I'm not going to say anymore."
With a smile, Liu's mother sat down next to Liu Yan and took the empty baby bottle, which had already been used, and placed it on the coffee table.
Dinner was a meal shared by the three families.
The three mothers cooked twelve dishes together, filling the long table to the brim.
Yang Rong and Liu Yan sat on opposite sides of the dining table, each holding their own child.
At 10 p.m., several elderly people stayed in the next room.
Yang Rong and Liu Yan took the two sleeping children back to their room, while Fu Yibai leaned against the living room sofa and looked through the program schedule sent by the CCTV Spring Festival Gala production team.
His seat was in the middle of the first row, next to several CCTV leaders and several regulars of the Spring Festival Gala.
The program list was densely printed with thirty-eight programs, from the opening nursery rhyme to the closing song, and the duration of each program was marked.
"Are you really going on New Year's Eve?"
Yang Rong came downstairs and sat down next to Fu Yibai.
You can't go back on your promise.
"How long will you stay?"
"I'll be back around 10 o'clock."
"Then we'll wait for you to come back before we eat."
"Don't wait for me, eat early and get some rest."
"It's okay, we'll wait for you to come back."
Yang Rong leaned into Fu Yibai's arms.
"By the way, Rongrong, do you want to go out and film a movie after the New Year?"
"Shall I arrange a project for you?"
"Filming? That's such an old word, I've almost forgotten I'm an actor."
"Is this my fault?"
Fu Yibai hugged Yang Rong tightly and leaned down to kiss her.
No~
What kind of project do you want to arrange for me?
"The company has a historical drama called 'Legend of Lu Zhen' coming up next year."
If you're interested, I'll get the script back for you to take a look at.
"A period drama? Then let me see the script."
"Okay, I'll pick it up at the company tomorrow."
"But I'm filming, what about Zhao Ning?"
"Let's leave it with Mom for a while."
If you're worried, I'll buy a house in Hengdian so Mom can take the kids and stay there for a while.
"This is the only way."