Chapter 356: A copy-and-paste sleeping position

After seeing Mo Zhining lying under the sheets, Mo Boyuan took a set of pajamas from the wardrobe and went to the shower.

As for the kiddo, he rolled a few times on the big bed happily before finally settling down.

When Mo Boyuan came out again, Mo Zhining was already asleep soundly. His breathing was steady and even as if he was letting out constant faint sighs. His pearl-gloss cheeks were rosy, and Mo Boyuan had thought he’d seen a thin line of drool from the corner of his mouth.

Mo Boyuan stared at him for quite a while before he quietly left the room and went to the study next door. Just as he sat down and turned on the computer, he noticed a few urgent emails, and then he started processing them one by one.

Not long after, his phone that he’d placed at the side had rung. He glanced at the incoming caller ID and picked it up.

“Director Wang?” His tone was respectful. After all, this was Wang Weizhi—the legendary director.

“The team is ready. When do you plan to start the audition?”

“Any time would be fine. Please pick a time at your convenience.”

Other than the parent-child variety show that he had promised Tan Yiming, Mo Boyuan’s team had declined his other job offers. The production team from the variety show still needed some time before it could officially start filming. It was because they’d have to wait till summer vacation for the kids to be available.

Even if Director Wang hadn’t called him, Mo Boyuan would’ve called him on the next day to talk to him about the audition.

“At my convenience, eh? I’m just an old chap who has got some free time. Well, we had to wait for the prep team before that. But now that the preparation has been completed, I’ll be free anytime. Let’s be spontaneous—we’ll start tomorrow.”

“Okay, no problem.”

“It’s settled then. I’ve asked someone to inform the children to be at Shengshi Entertainment for the audition at 10 a.m. You need to be there as well.”

“Mhm. Thank you for your hard work.”

“Glad you know, kid.”

Wang Weizhi had retired ten years ago. He had taken in a disciple, Mo Boyuan, by chance a few years back.

In the previous year, a movie directed by Mo Boyuan had hit a four billion milestone in the box office. It was all thanks to Wang Weizhi, who had thoroughly guided him behind it all. Nonetheless, its major success was primarily credited to Mo Boyuan’s own diligence and talent.

This time, his disciple had personally requested his help as he’d like to make this a gift for his beloved woman. Wang Weizhi had lost his wife early in their marriage, and he never sought to replace her in the past decades. Thus, he had dedicated his life to filmmaking. Being old and sentimental, he’d agreed to help his disciple. He had even looked for his old mates and put together a production team.

As a mentor, he had done all that he could to fulfill his duties.

As Mo Boyuan ended the call, he had an original plan to review and resolve all those emails in one night. Yet he changed his mind—he forwarded them all to Mu Yunfeng’s mailbox. He had already settled those urgent ones, and he completely trusted Mu Yunfeng to handle the rest of them.

After he was done, he turned off the computer and got up to return to his bedroom. Mo Zhining was still in the same position as he had when he’d fallen asleep. His tiny torso was straight, and he hadn’t moved for nearly three hours.

Mo Boyuan was used to it—in fact, he was pleased.

After getting into bed, he turned off the desk lamp.

…

Both father and son were still asleep when the sun was up the next day.

It wasn’t until the alarm rang that Mo Boyuan had opened his eyes, followed by Mo Zhining.

At this moment, both father and son were lying flat on their backs, staring at the ceiling. Both of their hands were placed at the sides of their hips. They were straightened up like two logs, and it was as if someone had pressed Control-C and Control-V to have their sleeping positions copy-pasted.

It was Mo Boyuan who had gotten up first. “Get out of bed as soon as you’re awake. I’ll take you to kindergarten.”

Mo Zhining pursed his lips, “Good morning, Daddy.”

Mo Boyuan had already gotten out of bed. “Good morning,” he answered. Then, he headed to the bathroom to wash up.

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