i just want to bribe you

Time is the best peacemaker.

Those things that I once thought would never pass, unexpectedly passed so quietly and simply.

Three years later, country C.

Su Miao came out of the bathroom and walked to the bedroom wiping her hair. As soon as she reached the door of the bedroom, she heard movement inside.

It's almost eleven o'clock now. After dinner, he had to deal with a little work change. It was late.Before taking a bath, he went to see his son, who was asleep.Unexpectedly, just after he took a bath, this kid became restless again.

"Su Chenxi, what are you doing when you're not sleeping?"

Su Miao walked a few minutes faster. After walking in, the lump on the bed immediately buried her head in the quilt, and the sound from the mobile phone disappeared.

All Su Miao was left with was a small arched quilt bag.

Su Miao was helpless for a moment, walked over and poked the quilt with her finger, "Come out quickly, don't pretend to be asleep."

There was no sound in the quilt, and Su Miao was not in a hurry, so she waited quietly and made some noises on purpose.

After a while, the people in the quilt couldn't hold back anymore.

"Father..." Kid Su Chenxi revealed a small head from under the quilt, and blinked softly at Su Miao with big eyes, because the quilt was a little stuffy, and his cheeks were flushed.

"Do you know it's uncomfortable?" Su Miao stood on the bed and raised her eyebrows to look at him. Su Chenxi crawled out of the quilt, and in a cow pajamas, she rushed over to hug Su Miao's waist, "Dad, I woke up again after you went to take a bath, and I couldn't sleep. I was just looking at my phone."

Throwing the towel aside, Su Miao hugged his little cow dumpling in her arms, bent her eyes and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"It's Yangyang." Su Dainiu Xiaotuanzi replied crisply, jumped down from Su Miao's arms, took out the mobile phone from the quilt, and showed it to Su Miao as if offering a treasure, "Dad, look, it's Yangyang, Yangyang performed just now Dancing is handsome and good-looking."

"I've said it many times, don't call me Yangyang." Su Miao deliberately nodded her son's nose, "Wang Yang is your father and my good friend, you have to call him uncle."

"I don't care, I just like to be called Yangyang." Su Chenxi usually listened to Su Miao's words, but he was very persistent in this matter.

"Yangyang is just Yangyang."

Su Miao shook his head. He took the phone and looked at it. It seemed that there was a variety show on the screen. The screen was paused. Su Chenxi tapped the pause button with his little finger, and it started playing.

The host interacted with the people around him, and after a while, Wang Yang appeared on the camera.

Su Chenxi tugged at Su Miao's pajamas, "Father, do you want to watch the part where Yang Yang dances? I'll press it for you."

Su Miao actually wanted to watch it, but thinking that it was getting late, she said, "Dad will make up the previous one tomorrow, and I will accompany you to watch the latter one tonight, so we can go to sleep, shall we?"

Su Chenxi nodded, took the initiative to roll aside, patted the empty bed and said, "Dad, come up quickly, let's watch Yangyang together."

The father and son slept in the same bed, Su Chenxi leaned against Su Miao's arms, and the two watched the variety show about Wang Yang together.

After watching for a few minutes, the sound of steady breathing came from Su Miao's ears. Su Miao turned her head and saw that her son had fallen asleep in her arms, and her white and tender hands were still tightly clutching a bit of his pajamas.

He put down his phone, laid his son flat on the bed, and wanted to go to sleep after covering the quilt, but the host asked a question in the show to attract his attention.

The host asked: "Have you ever encountered anything in your life that you regret so much that you can't get it back?"

The other invited celebrities gave different answers. When it was Wang Yang's turn, he smiled at the camera and replied softly: "The most irreversible thing I have ever encountered is that I don't care about him when I meet him." I don’t care, I will regret it when I lose him.” I bet my life’s happiness, but in the end I lost completely.

He was obviously smiling when he said this, but it made people feel unspeakable sadness.

The host was stunned for a moment, then looked at the audience with a smile and said: "It seems that your little brother Wang Yang has some unknown stories, what should I do? Suddenly I want to know more, what do you think?"

In an instant, the audience was full of shouts from the girls.

Some called brother, and some called Yangyang.

Wang Yang smiled lightly at them and said nothing.

Su Miao looked at Wang Yang who was much calmer than three years ago in the camera, and felt that time is the best weapon to polish a person.

Wang Yang used to be a bit straightforward, thinking things easily. At that time, in his heart, right was right, wrong was wrong, liking was liking, and love was love.

Looking at it now, Su Miao can't see the silly Wang Yang at all.

The only thing that makes him feel familiar is the familiar smile and way of getting along when the other party sees him.

In the past three years, they have been together less often and separated more often. Each has a job and something to be busy with, so they can't see each other several times a year.

But once they met, they could give each other a hug as usual. Time did not create a gap between them, but a deeper friendship.

Su Miao knew that Wang Yang's current achievements were all due to his own hard work.

At the beginning, Wang Yang went to the Film and Television Academy, and before he graduated, he began to submit his resume everywhere to accept dramas. He played passers-by, a villain who only appeared for three seconds in a drama, and countless small roles, which made him what he is today. Wang Yang.

In today's entertainment circle, there are so many niche students, there are countless of them.

Wang Yang is a maverick in the circle.

He does not rely on his face, does not use traffic, does not stir up gossip, all rely on his well-polished acting skills, and step by step he has been promoted from an 18-line actor to a powerful actor who is full of praise from the directors.

He works hard, has perseverance, has perseverance, and can endure hardships.

Everyone labeled him an "actor", not a star.

Su Miao read a sentence from the Internet: Time has always been gentle, taking away the good and the bad.

Wang Yang is like this, but why not himself.

He sighed, put his phone aside, and moved his left hand down to caress the scar above his navel.

When he left three years ago, he never thought that he, a big man, would have a small bun in his stomach.

There was no doubt that the bun belonged to the old man who made him think about it day and night.

And now in the blink of an eye, my son is already two years old.

Sometimes he himself hugged the soft little dumpling in his arms while he was half asleep and half awake, and he thought it was his dream.

He turned around and looked at the cow Xiaotuanzi. He didn't know who that white and delicate face looked like. There was neither his shadow nor Luo Beiqiao's. It seemed that the strengths of the two of them had been blended together, so delicate and beautiful that it was outrageous.

A natural curly brown hair makes his son look like a mixed race.

Su Miao stroked her son's curly hair. If he didn't know that this kid came out of his stomach, he might have thought it was a mixed race.