Chapter 0672: Reunion

Flying on a plane is actually a very boring thing. After all, compared to the spaciousness of a train, the activity space on a plane is only so small. Apart from going to the restroom, you can only sit in your seat and daydream. Moreover, with modes of transport like trains and ships, you can at least look at the scenery outside. But on a plane, besides the clouds outside, what else is there to see?

"I'll sleep for a while. Wake me when we arrive," Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Chenxi, took out an eye mask, put it on, and started sleeping.

"Got it."

Dong Chenxi nodded, took out a document, and began reading.

Different people have different fates. Zhao Fusheng, that guy, could sleep when he had nothing to do, but she could only bitterly read documents.

More than two hours later, the plane slowly landed on the outskirts of Beijing. Zhao Fusheng, who had woken up early, glanced out the window and frowned: "It's raining."

"What's so strange about that? It's already autumn. Isn't it normal to rain?" Dong Chenxi said, looking at Zhao Fusheng helplessly.

"If it rains, filming will be more difficult." Zhao Fusheng shook his head and said helplessly.

Filming a movie is most easily affected by the weather. Wind, frost, rain, and snow all affect outdoor shooting. In today's world without a film studio, on such a rainy day, you can basically only shoot some indoor scenes.

"Alright, stop worrying about things that aren't your business." Dong Chenxi shook her head helplessly. In her view, Zhao Fusheng was purely meddling in matters that didn't concern him. It had nothing to do with him, so why was he worried?

Zhao Fusheng couldn't reason with her either. He shook his head and said nothing more.

The two got into a car at the airport entrance. As they drove, Zhao Fusheng asked Dong Chenxi: "Where are you going?"

"Going home."

Dong Chenxi was startled for a moment, then quickly replied.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled but said nothing.

"What, you don't believe me?" Dong Chenxi put down her phone, which she had been fiddling with, and smiled at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng hadn't intended to say anything, but upon hearing her words, he smiled and said: "Are you going home later?"

"Yes, I..."

Before Dong Chenxi could finish, Zhao Fusheng interrupted: "See, as soon as you say that, your eyes drift to the lower left—a classic sign of lying. Besides, if you were really going home, why would you keep fiddling with your phone? What's more, if you were going home, why would you take out your makeup bag to touch up?"

Dong Chenxi stared at Zhao Fusheng in shock, unable to speak for a long time. It took her a while to recover from the shock, and she looked at Zhao Fusheng helplessly: "You bastard, have you switched careers to become a detective?"

Zhao Fusheng didn't say a word, just silently looked out the window.

For him, he had no interest in Dong Chenxi's private life. Even if she had had a relationship with Wang Zhen, that was in the past. As long as it didn't affect her work, Zhao Fusheng had no interest in and didn't intend to interfere with whom she dated or fell in love with.

The car stopped at Zhao Fusheng's residence. Without asking further, he simply picked up his suitcase and got out.

"Hey, aren't you going to ask where I'm going?" Dong Chenxi rolled down the window and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng stopped, turned around to look at Dong Chenxi, laughed heartily, waved his hand, and said: "Be careful. The company doesn't offer maternity leave."

Dong Chenxi was stunned. By the time she came to her senses, Zhao Fusheng had already disappeared.

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Not bothering to pay attention to Dong Chenxi cursing loudly behind him, Zhao Fusheng pushed open the door and walked in.

"Oh, you're back." Fan Baobao was looking at something. Seeing Zhao Fusheng enter, she immediately showed a hint of joy and said happily.

"It's not like you didn't know what time the plane arrived." Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly, exposing her.

They had already talked on the phone, and Fan Baobao knew he was arriving in Beijing today. She had clearly been waiting for him.

"Oh, I just wanted to make you feel at home." Fan Baobao blinked her big eyes and argued.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled. Since childhood, this girl had always been like this. If he exposed her, she would either play innocent or resort to fists and feet.

To avoid someone getting angry from embarrassment, Zhao Fusheng wisely chose to change the subject.

"How are things back home?" Fan Baobao quickly asked about the family. Unlike Zhao Fusheng, who could go home every now and then, she naturally missed her family.

Zhao Fusheng briefly talked about recent family matters and finally said with a smile: "Beibei said that if I don't bring her a bear taller than her next time I go back, she'll never call me brother again."

"This girl, you've spoiled her." Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng spoiled his little sister too much; sometimes even she felt a bit jealous.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "Raise a son poor and a daughter rich. If you don't spoil a little girl, she'll easily be taken away by someone else later."

"Like me, right?" Fan Baobao pouted and glared at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng grinned: "You weren't tricked by me. You were the wife I reserved since childhood."

"Annoying!"

Her face instantly turned bright red, and Fan Baobao became shy.

Even though they had been together for so long, she still had no resistance to Zhao Fusheng's sweet talk.

Zhao Fusheng gently hugged Fan Baobao, and the two continued to cuddle on the sofa.

"What do you think we should do if your mom and my mom really force us to have a child?" Fan Baobao suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, looked down at her, and said: "What do you think?"

"Then let's have one. Anyway, the money we earn is enough." Fan Baobao thought for a long time before whispering: "Sometimes I don't understand why you men like making money so much. Is there really some magic to it?"

Zhao Fusheng tilted his head and thought: "Maybe for men, making money is a kind of enjoyment."

"I still don't understand." Fan Baobao shook her head: "Isn't it enough to earn money to a certain extent? With money, why not do something good? You have a car, you have a house. Can't you just enjoy life? Why do you have to keep working hard?"

"Baobao, if a person has no ideals, they're no different from a salted fish." Zhao Fusheng said: "Eating, drinking, and having fun all day, living a drunken life, seems happy on the surface, but in reality, it's very empty. That kind of life will quickly ruin a person. On the contrary, if you do what you want to do, although it's a bit hard, at least life is fulfilling, and you can be happy for a longer time."

Although Fan Baobao didn't quite understand Zhao Fusheng's words, she felt he must be right. Since childhood, he had always been smarter than her. Since that was the case, she would just listen to him.