beauty should be like this

What happened in Paris seems to have aggravated Wen Mu's desire to retire again. After he returned to Canada to heal his finger injury, he dedicated himself to finishing the film that was forced to stop before he had the opportunity to live in Beijing. period of time.

When Wen Qianyu came to visit, the actor's complexion had returned to normal, and he was still holding a petite puppet cat in his arms. He smiled and said, "Are you hungry?"

"It's okay." Wen Qianyu put the bag into the house: "Why do you have a pet?"

"The unemployed old man has nothing to pass the time." Wen Mu stroked the kitten's back and said, "Let me cook you pasta."

"I'll do it. Is your hand ready? Where's Uncle He?" Wen Qianyu had long since lost her former hostility, and walked towards the kitchen naturally.

Seeing this, the nanny who was helping here quickly made room for the owner.

"My injury has long been okay." Wen Mu followed and said, "He has some business to deal with."

"Didn't you go looking for a little lover behind your back?" Wen Qianyu raised her eyebrows.

Wen Mu smiled noncommittally. This man has really experienced too much. The calmness on his face mostly comes from the strength of his heart. Even the fragility and sensitivity to feelings, like a stream flowing into the sea, disappeared in an instant.

Due to frequent visits recently, Wen Qianyu is already very familiar with kitchen utensils, so she tied up her hair and started cutting vegetables immediately.

Although the time between father and son came later, it was still pure and warm.

Wen Mu leaned over to put down the cat, washed her fingers, and wanted to help move the heavy cooking machine.

Unexpectedly, the knuckles that were not obedient suddenly felt pain, causing the machine to fall on the tiles, and it fell apart with loud noises.

"Dad! Are you okay?" Qianqian hurriedly put down the kitchen knife, and squatted down to help in shock.

"Accidentally." Wen Mu replied.

But at this time Wen Qianyu had already held his slender hand, touched the scar cut by the knife, and asked in a low voice: "You just lied to me, is it inconvenient to do things with your hands, how long will it take to recover?"

"Just get used to it." Wen Mu helped him up: "Forget it, let the nanny clean it up."

"Why did you work so hard at that time? You thought you were making a movie?" Wen Qianyu had mixed feelings in her heart, but she didn't know what to say.

"Of course it's not a movie. The camera can be retaken, but if I don't protect you with all my strength, if I miss it, I miss it." Wen Mu smiled: "Just like before, I didn't grow up with you."

Qianqian remained silent.

Maybe love has a lot of sweet words for decoration, but family love is relatively simple and unpretentious.

They looked at each other for a moment, only to feel that everything was unspoken.

-

Although the final dish was made by the nanny, it is still delicious to be able to get together.

In fact, Wen Mu's hands were not flexible enough to hold a fork, but he didn't pay too much attention to himself. Instead, he asked, "How is your shop?"

"It's pretty good, it's about to pay back." Wen Qianyu said: "When I get inspired, I will release two new models. Although I can't make a lot of money, at least I can maintain the business."

"Well, money is not important, what matters is making yourself happy." Wen Mu nodded, drank some red wine, and said, "I have a special job opportunity here..."

"No, no, no, I told you not to interfere with me." Wen Qianyu immediately refused, biting off the noodles at a speed comparable to lightning. He knew that the social resources in his father's hands were comparable to others, but the more he was like this, the less he wanted to get lost in what he didn't belong to. in your own class of life.

"Can you listen to me?" Wen Mu was not in a hurry.

Wen Qianyu had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

Wen Mu took out his mobile phone: "I met a friend a few days ago. He has a student who is running an animation studio, specializing in stop-motion animation. He belongs to the kind of young people who can bear their temper. I think it is very interesting. Now the new work It’s still in the preparatory stage, and it’s about Chinese mythology, if you’re interested, you can join them and take on the task of designing costumes, and the people in the studio also like you very much.”

Qianqian originally thought that her father was asking her to do odd jobs for a famous actress, but she was surprised when she heard the news. Looking around, she found that it was indeed a trendy animation company. Countless doll expressions were displayed in boxes, and the number was astonishing.

Seeing this, Wen Mu asked, "How is it? Do you want to try it? I'll give you the contact information."

"Okay." Wen Qianyu finally nodded.

Seeing that the kindness was accepted, Wen Mu felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment in his heart. He had given and received innumerable feelings in his life, but he still realized the significance of his son's existence at this moment, and suddenly smiled gently: "Definitely It suits you well, and you'll do just fine."

Wen Qianyu grumbled and ate.

There are too many people who like his father, because the film king is so handsome and unique, but he never thought that his father was taller, the loneliness of being abandoned will inevitably lead to awkward mentality, and he is always on guard with cold eyes, holding on to the last point Poor self-esteem... Now that she has the opportunity to get along and get to know each other, Qianqian realizes that Wen Mu is really not the kind of ordinary person who is soaked in fame and fortune. His concern brings out surprises, and even looks a little cute.

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"Animation? You changed careers a little too quickly!" Zuo Yu was not only surprised when he heard the news at night.

"That's not counting. It's a kind of film and television clothing. It's designed for dolls. It's quite special." Wen Qianyu sat on the quilt and smeared as usual, taking care of her skin tirelessly.

"Anyway, it's fine if you like it." Zuo Yu didn't understand, he lay beside him and played with the application software on his ipad.

"I don't know if I like it or not, but it was my dad's first matchmaking for me, and I didn't want to say no at that time." Wen Qianyu smiled: "And it should be fun to design animations, right?"

Zuo Yu still hadn't forgotten that this guy mentioned his father's spikes all over his body when he was in college, so he couldn't help but let go of his worries secretly, and curled the corners of his mouth.

"I heard that the studio makes very good things, check if there are any on the Internet, and take a look with me." Wen Qianyu snatched the tablet.

Unexpectedly, the picture staying on the screen is Zhihu question "What is the experience of boys who like makeup?"

The little beauty was immediately annoyed: "Why are you looking at this?"

"I'm here to check other questions. I happened to pass by. I remembered you so I clicked in to have a look." Zuo Yu snickered.

"Interesting?" Wen Qianyu immediately pinched his face in a vicious voice, opened a lipstick and cursed: "Come on, let me make it up for you!"

Zuo Yu struggled in fright, but instead of falling off the fragrant lipstick, he was greeted with a gentle kiss.

Qianqian lay on his body, kissed his lips, then kissed his face, and whispered: "I used to think I had nothing, but after meeting you, I gradually have everything."

"Don't call me so great." Zuo Yu stroked his back.

Wen Qianyu shook her head: "It was you who changed the way I look at life. Without you, I would not be able to think so much."

"I just hope that you will be happy every day and don't pretend to worry about anything. For this reason, I am willing to do anything, it's as simple as that." Zuo Yu kissed the tip of his nose.

Wen Qianyu kissed back again, the two seemed to be playing some kind of game, laughing and rolling on the big bed.

It's past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the ordinary here is not much different from any other corner of the world, but this straight-forward love is a perfection incomparable to any complexity.