Chen Fanyin steadily caught Zeng Wanwan who was rushing towards her and said with a smile: "Sister Wanwan's skirt looks so beautiful."

Zeng Wanwan nodded vigorously and showed her to her like a child: "It was my father who bought it for me!"

"Yeah, it looks good." Chen Fanyin changed into slippers, pointed to the snack bag and said, "Sister Wanwan, I brought you something delicious."

Zeng Wanwan's attention was instantly attracted by snacks. She looked through the things in the bag without feeling so rude.

"Oh, it's all my favorite food, Sister Yinyin is the best!"

Zeng Wanwan held a bag of spicy strips and two bags of jelly, staring at the rest.

Chen Fanyin lifted the bag and said to her: "Would you please help Sister Wanwan put the rest in the cabinet? Sister Wanwan wants to eat and let the master take it for you."

"Okay!" Zeng Wanwan smiled brighter than the flowers, and couldn't wait to rush into the kitchen and opened the cabinet where she kept her snacks.

Chen Fanyin also took the bag from Jing Zeheng's hand and said with a smile: "Master, brother, you guys talk, I'll accompany Sister Wanwan."

"Okay." Mr. Zeng nodded and told her, "It's almost time to have supper, don't let her eat too much snack."

"I know, don't worry."

"Yinyin, Yinyin! Hurry up!"

Zeng Wanwan's urging came from the kitchen.

Chen Fanyin responded and walked over quickly.

Jing Zeheng came to Zeng’s hometown for the first time and also met Zeng Wanwan for the first time.

In his impression, Mr. Zeng’s children were all industry elites and never knew that he had such a young daughter.

"Aheng, come." Mr. Zeng smiled calmly, "Get chess with me."

"good."

In the tea room, black and white chess pieces were intertwined, and the silver bell-like laughter in the kitchen occasionally came in.

Mr. Zeng was silent for a long time and said slowly: "Wanwan was not born like this."

Zeng Wanwan, who is now twenty-eight years old, is as smart as a child of six or seven years old.

Because after the scumbag committed suicide, her memory regressed and stopped when she was six years old.

The brain doctor speculated that this was due to excessive blood loss and memory deterioration caused by long-term insufficient blood supply to the brain, and the psychologist said that this might be because she refused to face reality.

"A man hurt my two children."

Mr. Zeng turned to look at the kitchen. Chen Fanyin was placing the snacks neatly. Zeng Wanwan was wandering around her, eating spicy strips in small mouthfuls. The two of them whispered and laughed from time to time.

His eyes were a little hot, and he was even more slurping in his voice: "If it weren't for him, Wanwan wouldn't have become like this, and Yinyin wouldn't have been like this."

"The first time I saw Yinyin breaking down, she broke into the man's wedding, rode on the woman, and took Wanwan's wedding dress off her."

"Wanwan is like this now... Actually, it's okay. At least she won't have any worries. She forgot the pain and felt happy if she had snacks. But Yinyin never got out. She always felt that it was her fault. She thought it was her who gave the wedding dress to the man..."

"When Yinyin graduated, I planned to recommend her to go to Paris, but she must open this wedding shop - before Wanwan had an accident, she was also a wedding designer. She was fulfilling her dream for Wanwan."

Mr. Zeng wiped his face and wiped away his tears.

He looked at Jing Zeheng and said, "Aheng, Buy Yinyin, this child is so distressed."

Jing Zeheng felt so distressed that it seemed as if a thick hand clenched the sand and kneaded his heart.

He took a deep breath, took the half-cool tea, and drank it all in one go.

After calming down, he asked, "Who is that man?"

A strong cold light was brewing in his eyes, and he would crush his bones and as if he was ashes in the next moment.

Mr. Zeng shook his head slowly: "He is not doing well now, not to mention that even if he kills him, it will be useless."

Jing Zeheng looked sideways at the kitchen. The child was placing things on his feet and putting things up high. His slender figure seemed to be hidden in countless sorrows.

Mr. Zeng looked at Jing Zeheng's eyes and said tentatively: "I can see that she treats you very differently, and you... do you like her? It's not just brothers and sisters."

When Zeng Lao felt strange when he asked for the invitation letter for the Golden Armor Award, Jing Zeheng had never been interested in these fame and fortune, so he would take the initiative to ask for participation. Now looking at his eyes at Chen Fanyin, the answer was about to come out.

Jing Zeheng didn't look back, but still looked at Chen Fanyin with a calm expression: "Yes, I like her for more than a month."

Mr. Zeng's face was not surprised at all, and he said sincerely: "Then you have to work hard. Yinyin has been hating men for a day or two."

Jing Zeheng withdrew his gaze and looked at him and said, "I thought you would say that my relationship with her was inappropriate."

"You are not brothers and sisters," Mr. Zeng didn't care much, "and I think the probability of Yinyin accepting you is lower than that of your family."

“…”

A child cannot speak, so he learned it from him, right?

After Mr. Zeng changed the topic, he stopped talking about the past, and did not ask when Jing Zeheng's love started. He added a cup of tea to himself and then picked up chess pieces.

Jing Zeheng was a little absent-minded and lost the game very quickly.

Turning back, he saw Chen Fanyin playing with the doll with Zeng Wanwan.

She smiled, but there seemed to be tears in her eyes.

Pushing the chessboard, he said, "I'm missing."

Mr. Zeng smiled playfully: "You were not such a person who was so confused before."

Jing Zeheng watched her tie a small skirt on the doll with a piece of gauze, which made Zeng Wanwan clapped her hands with a smile.

When she was there, his heart was in chaos.

Her sorrow, joy and anger are the poison that influences his emotions.

After drinking the tea, Mr. Zeng stood up and said, "Let's go and see them."

Jing Zeheng then stood up, went to Chen Fanyin and sat down.

Zeng Laoquan pretended not to see it, sat on the single sofa, looked at Chen Fanyin and asked, "Has Duan's girl delivered the wedding dress?"

"Yeah, I've handed over." Chen Fanyin replied softly, "Master, I plan to participate in this year's International Wedding Design Competition. Do you have the face to let them hold the awards ceremony in Ancheng?"

Mr. Zeng laughed silently: "You are so confident that you will definitely win the award?"

Based on his understanding of Chen Fanyin, she is likely not preparing for the entries. At this time, she did not consider the issue of the work, but was thinking about where to hold the award ceremony?

Chen Fanyin raised her head, her expression was very plain, as if the trophy had been decided by her: "I don't have any confidence at all. Why do I spend the registration fee of thousands of yuan? How much money is hot?"

She raised her chin lightly, and her bright little face was full of confidence, with a little domineering aura that mortals were not worthy of competing with me.

Mr. Zeng looked at her and suddenly sighed: "If you really can nominate, I will kidnap the jury and move the award ceremony to Ancheng!"

Chen Fanyin smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll buy you a rope later!"

Her smiling face had not lasted for three seconds. Zeng Wanwan held the doll and looked at her in surprise:

"Can Yinyin make wedding dresses? I want them too! Can you make one for me?"
Chapter completed!