Super A actor is also fighting with the director today

Wen Hong was stunned for a moment, couldn't help laughing, and then hurriedly apologized to Wen Cang: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Director Wen, when I go home every year, I will foster Orange Zi in the pet shop, please ask the staff to contact him. Juzi may also get used to the video."

Wen Cang nodded, "Yes", and found a mobile phone holder and put it on the ground, his tone was still calm: "Let's chat."

Wen Hong: "."

Juzai hadn't seen Wen Hong for a long time, and suddenly saw his shit-shoveling officer on the screen, and happily went straight to lick the screen with the tip of his tongue, but Wen Hong hurriedly stopped him: "Shh, shhh! Juzai, no! Lick the screen, or I won't talk to you."

As if he understood Wen Hong's words, or maybe he saw that Wen Hong was stern and unhappy that he was doing this, Ju Zai whispered "meow" a few words, stepped back obediently, and lay down in front of the phone, staring at Wen Hong intently. , how aggrieved and aggrieved that small appearance is.

If it hadn't been for the inability to become a spirit after the founding of the People's Republic of China, Wen Cang would have wondered if the cat had cultivated Taoism and become a fairy, and it was so understanding of human nature.

"Yeah, Dad misses you very much too. Did you obey Uncle Wencang's house today? Did you not scratch the curtains or bite the sofa?"

"Meow meow meow!"

"You're so good, how did you have a good time with Uncle Wen's friends?"

"Meow~"

"But I think people ignore you." Wen Hong said with a smile.

"Meow meow!"

Ju Zai stared at Wen Hong for a while, then turned and ran away. Wen Cang watched helplessly as it went to pull Bruce, who was lying in the nest and yawning, and pushed Bruce out of the nest with his head and paws.

Bruce was two times bigger than Juzi, but he didn't even get angry. He lazily patted Juzi on the head with a cat pad, followed him slowly and lay down in front of the screen, stared at Wenhong for a while, and imitated Ju Zai meowed at Wenhong like a baby.

Wen Hong was a little surprised: "Wen Dao's cat is so obedient and smart."

Wen Cang choked back when he heard the sentence "Bruce doesn't like to be close to people", and said "um" with a complicated expression.

Wen Hong didn't talk too much, he told Ju Zai a few more words and asked Ju Zai to go play by himself, and Wen Cang went to get the phone back.

"Thank you, it's the middle of the night, so I'm sorry to hear that." Wen Hong was still so polite that he couldn't find any mistakes.

"It's okay." Wen Cang looked at Wenhong, paused, and couldn't help asking, "Can you understand what they said?"

"No." Wen Hong said naturally.

Wen Cang: ...

How can you still have such a decent chat?

Wen Hong didn't see the confusion under Director Wen's deep expression, and just thanked him: "Thank you, Director Wen, for bringing me oranges. I'm back in the third year of junior high school. If Director Wen is not in a hurry, I'll come pick him up on the fourth day of junior high school. Is that okay?"

"can."

"Okay, good night, Director Wen." Wen Hong bent his eyes, the eyes reflecting the warm yellow light are very beautiful, his voice was a little softer, with the gentleness that only when talking between friends, "Happy New Year, Wen Hong guide."

It was not the first time for Wen Cang to hear people say New Year's blessings to him. Every year, he would receive a large number of messages of blessings from inside and outside the circle. Say "Happy New Year" to him personally, even if he doesn't have the habit of celebrating festivals, he can still feel the joy that such festivals bring to people.

The apex of the heart suddenly seemed to be touched lightly by something, it was neither painful nor itchy, but a strange feeling spread.

He nodded, with a rare smile on his lips: "You too, happy new year."

When Wen Hong flew back to City C, he still used the VIP passage as usual. He found the car at home in the parking lot familiarly. After putting away the suitcase, he opened the door of the back seat and sat in: "Daddy, big daddy."

"What time did you go to bed last night?" Wen Xi sat in the co-pilot, turned around and handed Wen Hong a can of hot milk.

"It's almost two o'clock." Wen Hong yawned, resting his chin on the back of the chair behind Wen Xi's shoulder, and leaned over as if he had no bones.

"Why do you sleep so late?" Wenxi touched his forehead with his backhand, "Go back and catch up on sleep?"

"No, I slept on the plane for a while," Wen Hong rubbed his face against his palm, his tone softened, his clingy appearance was exactly the same as that of Ju Zi during the video call last night, "I won't go to grandma today Do you want to pay New Year's greetings to grandma's house?"

"I was going to go, but too many relatives have passed by, and I have to pester you for a long time to ask, so we won't go, just pick them up for dinner at home tomorrow." Just as he was waiting for the traffic light, Ji Yu glanced sideways at the text Hong glanced at him and straightened his expression, "How old are you, why are you still so clingy to your dad?"

"Then I'm [-] or [-], and I'm still my father's son." Wen Hong was not afraid of Ji Yu at all, and deliberately leaned forward and kissed Wen Xi loudly on the side of Wen Xi's face. Sure enough, seeing Ji Yu's face darken, And because Wenxi couldn't have a fit, he was even more proud, "Isn't it, Dad?"

"Okay, don't keep quarreling with your big daddy," Wenxi said with a funny face, "otherwise you really won't be able to eat the dumplings I made this year. The highway back to the city is a bit congested today, hurry up Time to catch up on sleep."

Wen Hong hummed twice, took a soft blanket from the third row of seats, spread it over his body, put a soft pillow under his neck, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Ji Zhuoqing and Su Yinyin were preparing ingredients at home, and when Wen Hong and the others arrived home, they had already divided the stuffing and wrappers for the afternoon dumplings.

"Hey, our big star is back." As soon as Wen Hong entered the door, he heard Ji Zhuoqing's voice. When he looked up, Ji Zhuoqing was standing in the dining room wearing an apron, his face was covered with flour, and he was lowering his head so that Su Yinyin could give it to her. She rubs.

"Yes, Mr. Ji." Wen Hong raised his eyebrows, dragged the suitcase back to his bedroom, changed his clothes and came downstairs.

"Then," Wen Hong just walked into the living room, Ji Zhuoqing threw him a red envelope, hurriedly raised his hand to catch it, twirled it with his fingers, and put it into his trouser pocket, with a relaxed smile on his face, On the lips, he pretended to be disgusted, "Mr. Ji is so stingy, he only gives out such a small amount of red envelopes during the Chinese New Year. It's a shame that I work so hard all year round to make money for you."

"Mr. Ji is here." Ji Zhuoqing pulled Su Yinyin to sit down on the left sofa, raised his chin and pointed to Ji Yu's position, "Mr. Ji prefers Omega, hurry up and ask Mr. Ji to give us lucky money."

"Don't talk nonsense, I have no preference for Omega." Ji Yu sat on the sofa in the middle with Wen Xi in his arms, and Wen Xi leaned on his shoulder and laughed so that his whole body trembled.

"That's right, Mr. Ji, how can you frame Mr. Ji indiscriminately?" Wen Hong took an apple and sat cross-legged on the sofa on the right, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Mr. Ji, I only prefer Omega, the designer of Wenda University." .”

"As long as the two of you can tell," Ji Yu grabbed two oranges from the tea table and threw one at the siblings, which was a little funny, "Don't be a star or a president, both of you should talk about it." Cross talk."

"Hey, let me do the math, how much is my appearance fee now?" Wen Hong frowned tactically, holding an orange and pretending to think.

"Okay," Wenxi laughed for a while before stopping them, looking at Su Yinyin who was sitting next to Ji Zhuoqing covering her lips, "Ah Hong hasn't called you Sister Su yet."

Wen Hong nodded, turned to look at Ji Zhuoqing, opened his mouth and was about to call out "little sister-in-law", but when Ji Zhuoqing saw the signs, he gave him a glare, so he changed his words in a polite manner: "Little... Hello, sister Su."

"Hello." Su Yinyin nodded, her face was a little red from embarrassment, but she was very gentle and generous, "I have seen your play before, it is very good."

"Really." Wen Hong recalled the plays he had acted in, and usually he didn't think so much, but at this time he was a little uncomfortable to be brought up for public execution, so he changed the topic.

On the first day of the first lunar month, it was a day of family reunion, not to mention that Wen Hong and Ji Zhuoqing were inconvenient to go out to find restaurants for dinner, so Ji Yu invited the hotel chef to cook at home at noon, and made dumplings together in the afternoon.

"Wenhong, please pay attention to me," Ji Zhuoqing tapped the tail of his chopsticks on the back of Wenhong's hand, turned his head and shouted at Wenxi in the kitchen, "Dad! Take care of Wenhong! Look at him The little cake you just made for me!"

While she was shouting, Wen Hong twirled a chocolate bar on the small cake, not dissatisfied with the flour and stuffing that he had made from making dumplings, he put it in his mouth, and turned his head to rush after chewing. Shouting in the kitchen: "Dad, you are so eccentric! You don't even make cakes for me when you make cakes for your sister!"

Su Yinyin was sitting next to her making dumplings, sipping two sips of the milk tea Wenxi made for her from time to time, and couldn't help but smile with her lips pursed all the time.

Chinese New Year is the busiest and noisiest time at home.

Wenxi got a headache from the yelling of the siblings, so she came out with two newly made cakes helplessly, and put one at Wenhong's hand: "You two are the loudest, one wants mousse and the other wants tiramisu , let me get it out for both of you at the same time."

"Father is the best." Wen Hong smiled and took a fork and stuck it on the cake. He turned around coquettishly and wanted to hug Wen Xi, but Wen Xi blocked him with another cake and tapped him on the head like a warning. Pointed out: "Don't make trouble, this is for your eldest father, and ask him to clean up you when you fall on the ground."

"Okay." Wen Hong touched the tip of his nose regretfully, and watched Wen Xi go upstairs to Ji Yu's study.

Their Alpha father doesn't like the two children getting too close to Omega father, especially after they grow up, occasionally because they haven't seen each other for a long time, when they accidentally leave some pheromone on Omega father when they are happy, Alpha father will carry the two children alone afterwards. The cubs who don't restrain their pheromones go outside to talk in the courtyard.

"But I'm an Omega, so it's okay." At that time, Wen Hong, who had just entered junior high school, still didn't understand the Alpha's desire to monopolize his own Omega, so he looked up at his Alpha father in doubt and aggrieved.

"No." Ji Yu was very serious.

"Then what if I accidentally leave pheromone on my father in the future." Xiao Wenhong wanted to be stubborn when his temper came up.

Ji Yu didn't change his face: "Then you will be beaten."