Chapter 11
Reborn for only a month, and this was the second time she had been carried out of the house in her sleep…
Wei Maomao rubbed her face to calm down and looked down at herself. Good, she was wearing the pale green dress she had prepared beforehand.
“Daddy.” Wei Maomao beckoned to Wei Chengli beside her.
Wei Chengli leaned towards the child safety seat.
The long distance between them still left Wei Maomao unsatisfied.
The little dumpling waved her chubby hand, and her father’s ear was within her grasp.
“Did I wash my face and brush my teeth?” Wei Maomao asked in a low voice.
“Of course! Do you think your father is that unreliable?” Wei Chengli said with pride, reclaiming his ear, and then pointed at the small black pompom pinned to Wei Maomao’s collar. “It’s a microphone, you don’t have to whisper.”
After finishing his words, Wei Chengli suddenly thought of the strange “Adventures of the Earth Rabbit.” The content was quite random, even including things like microphones. He had thought it was a bit tedious when he was explaining it at home, but it turned out to be helpful now. He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but he felt that after those few days of intensively watching the cartoon together, his daily communication with the little dumpling had become much smoother.
Hmm, children really had a super strong ability to absorb knowledge.
Wei Maomao didn’t know what her father was thinking with that sentimental look on his face, but it didn’t matter to her. The problem now was…
“Daddy, where’s my bag?” Wei Maomao had looked around just now but hadn’t seen her little backpack.
Wei Chengli was stunned for a moment. “Ah… your bag? I put it in the suitcase, it’ll be easier to check in later.”
My mirror, my comb, my little hair clip, my gift…
Sleeping was really messing things up, sigh… If only Mommy hadn’t gone on a business trip yesterday.
Wei Maomao sighed regretfully and could only settle for second best. She glanced at the phone in Wei Chengli’s hand and reached out. “Daddy, mirror.”
“Mirror? We don’t seem to have brought a mirror. Where’s your little mirror?” Wei Chengli asked back.
Wei Maomao: ???
After looking at the little dumpling with a puzzled expression for a while, Wei Chengli suddenly slapped his knee and said in realization, “Oh, is your little mirror in your little bag?”
Wei Maomao: “…”
“Then we don’t have a mirror. What do you need a mirror for? Don’t worry, you’re clean and cute now.” Wei Chengli solemnly assured her.
Wei Maomao: “…” Heh, let the world be destroyed.
Suddenly, there was a soft rustling sound from the front.
Wei Maomao looked up alertly.
Wei Chengli subconsciously followed the little dumpling’s gaze.
He saw Shi Hongxiao, who was holding the camera in the front row, using the back of the chair to free up one hand. He slowly took out his phone from his pocket and gently shook it at Wei Chengli, who was looking over.
Wei Chengli: ???
This person… Wei Maomao quickly concealed the strange look in her eyes and turned to Wei Chengli.
Wei Chengli quickly understood what Shi Hongxiao meant.
Indeed, working behind the camera was very different from being filmed in front of the camera… Wei Chengli, who had been trying hard to hide his nervousness along the way, finally regained some of his senses. He opened the phone camera, flipped the lens, and handed it to Wei Maomao.
Her hair was a little messy, her face and teeth looked clean, but the scent on her face…
Wei Maomao rubbed her face hard with her chubby paws and then sniffed. Tsk… the cream on her face wasn’t the one she had chosen.
Alright, her dad’s reliability was limited.
She would have to fix it before meeting them when she got her little bag back.
The light green of the dress, the dandelions on the hem, the little rabbit on the backpack, the jasmine scent of the cream, these were all things Cheng Tingyan liked…
With limited time and a limited body, this was all Wei Maomao could prepare.
She didn’t know if Cheng Tingyan would like these things now.
Would she… like her…
Suddenly, her hands were empty. The little dumpling was startled, and the anxiety she had just gathered hadn’t even had time to turn into sorrow before it was scared away.
“See, I didn’t lie to you, you’re clean and cute, aren’t you?” Wei Chengli took back the phone, muttering as he pulled a cylindrical bag out of his backpack at his feet.
No!
Under Shi Hongxiao’s lens, as the blue and purple floral insulated bag was pulled out by Wei Chengli, the little dumpling, who had been lying lazily, immediately sat up straight, looking at the insulated bag as if facing a formidable enemy, her eyes wide with shock.
Then, in the next second, the little dumpling closed her eyes, tilted her head, and collapsed, all in one smooth motion.
By the time Wei Chengli opened the insulated bag and took out the thermos, the little dumpling was “already sound asleep” when he turned around.
“Maomao? Maomao? Eat breakfast before you go back to sleep?” Wei Chengli reached out and nudged the little dumpling.
The latter was limp, swaying a little with the push, completely unresponsive, as if unconscious.
Shi Hongxiao, who had witnessed the whole process, twitched his lips. He tried really hard not to laugh, keeping the camera steady.
Through his camera, in Wei Maomao’s live broadcast room on the official website of the third season of “Where’s Baby Going,” the netizens were laughing their heads off.
“Hahaha, I’m dying of laughter, pretending to sleep in one second.”
“Fortunately, Director Wei said this was breakfast, otherwise I would have thought we were going into a ‘Da Lang takes his medicine’ scenario hahaha…”
“What pretending to sleep, she’s pretending to be dead hahaha, she wasn’t like this when she was sleeping before, her bones have gone soft.”
“Yes, she’s pretending to be dead very well! Even a bear would leave if it saw her!”
“Hahaha, she was only awake for a few minutes, first she asked about washing up, then she wanted a mirror, this little baby is quite beauty-conscious at such a young age.”
“Although Director Wei warned us in the pilot episode that Maomao has been sleepy during the day lately, I really didn’t expect her to sleep like this, is she going to sleep from the beginning of the broadcast to the end, a sleep broadcast!”
“I was just browsing casually, but now I’m staying here. This family has been sleeping since they entered the house with the program team, sleeping all the way into the car, I just want to see how long she can sleep.”
“Until the breakfast in the insulated box expires hahaha…”
In the car, Wei Chengli looked at the little dumpling lying on the child safety seat, feeling that something was wrong, but in the end, he still put the thermos back into the bag. Fortunately, he had considered that Maomao might sleep for a long time, so he didn’t make a nutritious meal, just boiled two eggs that they could take on the plane. He was so smart.
Of course, Wei Maomao, who felt that she had escaped a disaster, also thought she was smart.
Thank goodness, she could avoid one meal of this torture… As for whether Wei Chengli would find out that she was pretending to sleep after the show aired, that was something for the future. Each episode was only so long, if she was lucky, it wouldn’t even be edited in, perfect evasion.
Unfortunately, Wei Maomao was completely unaware that after she had changed Shi Dingshan’s fate, Shi Dingshan, as the chief director, had already completely changed the show, turning it from a recorded broadcast into a live broadcast.
She was already sleepy, and pretending to sleep, she actually fell asleep.
When Wei Maomao woke up again, she was still in the car.
It was still in the car, but… the car before boarding the plane had become the car after getting off the plane.
Wei Maomao really didn’t expect that she would just skip a few hours by trying to avoid a meal. Could her body… really handle this…
Wei Chengli, who had just woken the child up with the tickling method, put the little sandals on the little dumpling and nudged the dazed child, “Maomao? Don’t be dazed, we have to get off the car.”
Fields, dirt roads, villages, crowds gathering in the distance, a large circle of cameramen visible in the distance.
That was… Wei Maomao, who had just woken up, looked out the window in a daze.
She wasn’t ready yet.
She hadn’t had enough time to mentally prepare.
“Daddy…” Wei Maomao looked at Wei Chengli, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.
“Daddy’s here, what’s wrong?” As Wei Chengli spoke, he unbuckled the child safety seat, rubbed her soft hair, and carried Wei Maomao out of the car.
“…” Wei Maomao turned her face stiffly to look at Wei Chengli, “Daddy, did you just touch my head with the hand you used to tickle my feet!”
Wei Chengli froze as well, the big and small staring at each other.
The cameraman next to them covered his mouth and chuckled until his face turned red, trying hard to hold back before reminding softly, “Director Wei, we should go over, everyone is waiting at the entrance of the village.”
Wei Chengli used this as an excuse to get out of the awkward situation, not daring to look at the little dumpling in his arms who seemed to be about to explode in anger. He hurriedly carried the child and strode towards the entrance of the village, forgetting to take his luggage.
The wind in the countryside was cool with the scent of grass. Wei Maomao cleared her head a little. Looking at the approaching crowd, she didn’t care about what had just happened and quickly grabbed Wei Chengli’s collar. “Daddy, my bag!”
“Ah, the luggage.” Wei Chengli slammed on the brakes. Both the big and small lurched forward, but fortunately, they managed to stop.
Wei Chengli looked back, the car was already far away.
Off-camera, the cameraman signaled to Wei Chengli that they could help carry the luggage later.
“Let’s go over first.” Wei Chengli said, turning around to lead the little dumpling into the crowd, comforting her softly, “Look, so many older brothers and sisters are waiting for you, we’ll get the luggage later.”
Wei Maomao: “…”
A three-year-old dumpling was a helpless piece of meat, the kind that was about to be served on the chopping board before she even had time to tidy herself up.
The child-pitting father carried the child, taking merciless steps, quickly passing through the passage left by the staff, and entering the circle of cameras.
Those familiar yet strange faces that she had only seen on the screen appeared before Wei Maomao’s eyes, and she couldn’t help but clench her fists.
Then she slowly lowered her head and saw the children who had come to participate in the show.
She saw… Cheng Tingyan.
Wei Maomao was put down on the ground by Wei Chengli.
It seemed like someone was saying something, it seemed like Wei Chengli was also saying something, but Wei Maomao couldn’t hear anything, she couldn’t hear anything at all. Even at this moment, Wei Maomao had forgotten herself, forgotten her hair that might be messy from sleeping, forgotten the cream on her face that didn’t smell right, forgotten that her father had just touched her head with the hand he had used to tickle her feet…
In her eyes, in her heart, there was only the little girl a few steps away… the little girl in the pink dress, with a simple ponytail, her eyebrows light, a cold expression on her face, meeting her gaze.
Cheng Tingyan hated pink.
But she looked so cute in pink.
Time stopped in Wei Maomao’s eyes, and the time from three years ago in her previous life seemed to start moving again.
They had finally met.
The gaze across lifetimes was a long moment that the person involved couldn’t perceive.
Until…
“Don’t be scared, my sister just looks a little fierce.”
Accompanied by a crisp child’s voice that rushed into her ears, a warm and soft touch suddenly appeared in her palm, startling Wei Maomao.
The feeling of being out of control, which only existed between her and Cheng Tingyan across time and space, instantly dissipated. Wei Maomao calmed down and realized that at some point, Cheng Rongrong had actually come to stand beside her.
And she was holding her hand!
Ahhh!
Wei Maomao pulled back her chubby paw as if she had been electrocuted and ran a few steps away.
In front of Cheng Tingyan, she had been held by the person she hated the most!
This hand was ruined! Wei Maomao lamented.
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