Memories are instinctive, but thinking too much is just being sentimental.

Compared to me, Fu Yuye is the one who doesn't want to reminisce about the past. After all, phrases like homosexuality and teacher-student relationships have a devastating impact on anyone, let alone someone like him. The more delicate and beautiful something is, the less it can withstand the blow.

I have nothing to be nervous about. Besides Xiaojv, I have nothing and nothing to lose.

I went to pick up Xiaozhu after school as usual. It seemed that their kindergarten had organized a drawing activity today. Xiaozhu happily showed me the piece of paper he drew on and said, "Dad, this is my drawing."

He then showed me the small red flower-shaped stamp on the back of his hand.

The teacher said, "I draw well."

I looked at the drawing on the paper and couldn't make out what it was. I could only smile and compliment him.

At night, when I was washing my hands, they even stopped me from squeezing the hand sanitizer. I had to rub my chubby hands together and carefully protect the seal on the back of my hand.

I said, "You have to wash it thoroughly. If you behave well tomorrow, the teacher will praise you again."

Shao Ju stubbornly shook his head and earnestly said, "If I knock on this hand tomorrow, then I'll have both hands."

I leaned against the door, thinking about erasing the stamp while he was asleep at night.

I heard him say, "Wu Kexin has two of them."

Now I have a bit of understanding.

So I asked him, "Why does Wu Kexin have two of them?"

Xiao Ju pondered for a moment and said with some effort, "Because he draws the most beautifully, the teacher rewarded him with two little red flowers."

"Oh, I see. But Dad thinks you draw really well too!"

I exaggeratedly praised him, and Xiaoju was momentarily stunned. Then, he showed a shy expression of wanting to laugh but holding it back. He blinked his eyes and threw himself into my arms, calling out to me.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter at his embarrassed appearance. He couldn't catch the irony that adults often use, and only felt that my compliments were too obvious, leaving him a bit at a loss.

Afterward, he proceeded to cover my mouth, forbidding me from laughing.

I asked him, "Why won't you let me laugh?"

He still had two cute "blushes" on his face, avoiding my gaze, with lowered eyelashes, suddenly overlapping with the magnified features of someone.

I was momentarily fascinated and couldn't help but probe his thick eyelashes. Xiao Ju noticed and grabbed my hand, saying, "No laughing, Dad."

His final coquettish voice made me surrender unconditionally. Well, fine, I won't laugh if he doesn't want me to. After all, he is my precious baby.

Children's biological clocks are different from adults. I only remember when I was a child, my mother would send me to bed at 8 o'clock every day. Although we had a television at home, I barely sat in front of it for more than half an hour. However, this era is different from my childhood era. Electronic technology is advancing rapidly. Even children at a young age can play with iPad and smartphones better than adults. At least Xiaoju is learning quickly. Sometimes, she can even find and watch cartoons on her own.

But in this aspect, I'm quite strict.

I don't want him to become addicted to electronic devices from a young age, so I only allow him to watch cartoons for half an hour before and after meals each day. Afterward, I accompany him in doing some brain-teasing and hands-on small assignments.

For example, accompany him in completing jigsaw puzzles, building with blocks, folding origami, and so on.

Children develop interests very quickly, and they can maintain a long-lasting curiosity towards something. At least with a jigsaw puzzle, they can repeatedly assemble it dozens of times without getting bored. By the time it's nine o'clock, it's time for them to have their milk and go to bed.

Because the jigsaw puzzle today was a bit difficult, he became a little tired from playing, so he fell asleep shortly after getting into bed. It saved me from having to tell him a story.

I opened the cell phone charging by the bedside and found that someone had uploaded a file in the work group. It was a notification for employee training. I opened it and saw that it was divided into several batches, with different training topics for each department.

I saw a message notification and exited the file page, only to see a direct message from the editor-in-chief: '

Xiao Deng, I will be going on a business trip this Friday for about three days. You can directly report to Manager Fu about the layout of the "meir" page.

Then she sent a very girlish emoji with cheering ribbons.

Unfortunately, my emotions are as derailed as a train, making it difficult to put into words.

After giving it some thought, I couldn't help but ask, "Should we wait for you to come back before handling it?"

Editor-in-chief: Are you stupid? I gave you a chance to perform and you still can't see it!

Although I know that the editor-in-chief means well, I still feel very conflicted. If it were an ordinary person, of course, they would seize the opportunity to make themselves familiar in front of their superiors. However, me and Fu Yuye, we used to have a physical relationship. Now, if I'm asked to improve the favorability rating, it feels like eating something I've vomited myself. It's really disgusting.

And, it also depends on whether Fu Yuye will fall for this trick or not.

But on the surface, I could only agree. I couldn't possibly tell the editor that many years ago, I had an affair with your superior, and moreover, the child you saw last year during the New Year's celebration was also mine. Considering that the editor-in-chief is already almost forty, facing considerable life pressures, it would be better not to pick a fight with her.

I dimmed the lights in the bedroom and took a glance at Xiaoju, who was sleeping soundly. I tiptoed to the living room to look at the information for tomorrow.

Through internal sources, I learned that Shen Mian is the spokesperson for Meir in the Asian region this year.

Debuting at 18, filming at 20, and subsequently soaring in the entertainment industry. At the young age of 23, he became a film emperor. After that, he even ventured into the international scene. It can be said that at the age of 25, he is extremely popular and widely recognized.

It's not surprising for someone like him to be chosen as the spokesperson for the Asian region.

I boarded the car to the studio early in the morning, following Fu Yuye.

The car is a low-profile brand, but once you get in, the configuration inside is clearly not cheap-looking.

In the car, apart from the driver at the wheel and a female assistant in the passenger seat, there were only Fu Yuye and me sitting in the back seat.

When I first got on the car, there was a bit of embarrassment.

The driver stood by the car, ready to open the door for his boss, Fu Yu Ye. This was only natural.

But Fu Yuye grabbed onto the car door, letting me go up first.

Where would you find a boss who opens the car door for their subordinate?

I wouldn't do such a foolish thing at first sight.

So I quickly waved my hand and said, "Director, please go first."

He stared at me motionlessly, with his thin lips pressed together. This was a sign that his mood was not good. He had always been like this. When I first met him, I felt that he was a little willful and arrogant, but deep down, he was a kind-hearted young master. In addition, he was young and good-looking, so most of the time, I would just go along with whatever he wanted to do. However, as our interactions grew deeper, I realized that he was like a cool piece of jade. You may think you have heated it up, but it remains cold inside, and it is also firm and stubborn. If you want to do something, you must go along with his intentions.

He was never someone with a hot temper, who would make a big scene over every little annoyance.

On the contrary, his good upbringing allowed him to express his displeasure with tact. It was the kind of discernible emotion that one could sense, but couldn't quite figure out which point had touched his sore spot.

Just like right now.

I swear, if I continue to stand outside the car without moving, he may not necessarily grab me and pull me in, but he will definitely keep me engaged until I give in.