Wen Ziyu's eyes widened. Although Wen Zirui was calm, he was still feeling a storm in his heart.
This amount of information is really too much!
Wen Jiu was stiff for a long time before he came back to his senses and realized that the faces of the two children in front of him were not those of Xiao Ruirui and Xiao Yuyu.
She knew that both children, Wen Ziyu and Wen Zirui, were good at disguise.
So now they are pretending to be someone else. There is no shadow of their original appearance on their faces, and they have no resemblance to Fu Sichen.
After all, they were his own children, and Wen Jiujiu was sure at a glance that they were Wen Ziyu and Wen Zirui.
She stared at Wen Ziyu and asked what was going on!
"Hello, aunt!"
The little guy got excited and bowed to Wen Jiujiu.
Fu Sichen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Wen Jiujiu didn't seem to have a fever and that he looked quite normal. His complexion gradually recovered.
Probably because he was thinking about the children, he looked so ugly.
"Who are they?" Wen Jiujiu glanced at Fu Sichen and asked calmly.
"My friend's child." Fu Sichen said, "My friend asked me to take care of him, so I brought him over."
"A friend's child?"
Wen Jiujiu looked at the two cute babies. When did her child become his friend's child?
She now had a lot of questions in her mind, but she couldn't ask them in front of Fu Sichen.
"Yeah, it's quite cute."
Wen Jiujiu looked at the two children, "Auntie, will you take you to the house to play?"
Wen Jiujiu said the word aunt almost through gritted teeth.
These two children would follow Fu Sichen here. It was probably not Fu Sichen's own idea, and it had nothing to do with these two little guys.
"Okay, let's play with Auntie." Wen Ziyu smiled heartily, but felt a shiver in his heart.
Okay, Mommy doesn't look a little angry, she looks very angry.
Are they doomed?
Wen Jiujiu brought the two cute babies into the house, and Fu Sichen also followed.
Wen Ziyu felt that his mother wanted to talk to them alone, so he said to Fu Sichen, "Uncle Fu, go and do your work. Let's just play with Auntie."
Fu Sichen looked at Wen Jiujiu, who nodded, "You are busy with your business. I see they are very cute and want to play with them for a while."
"Okay." Fu Sichen responded solemnly and went upstairs.
When there was no trace of Fu Sichen on the stairs, Wen Jiujiu looked at the two little guys who had sat on the sofa. They sat upright with their heads lowered, looking like we had made a mistake.
"Should you explain to me what is going on?"
Wen Jiujiu asked in a deep voice.
"Mommy, actually, shouldn't you also explain this situation to us?"
Wen Ziyu secretly raised his head, and he weakly raised his little hand, "Uncle Fu said that his wife's two children passed away, and their death anniversary is coming soon. He is in a bad mood, so he asked us to accompany him.
Madam. That’s why we came here.”
"Madam, child, mommy? Why do I think these two children are me and Ruirui?"
"Could our dad be--"
Wen Jiujiu's heart pounded violently, and he felt as if he had suddenly fallen into the deep sea. He couldn't breathe, and his lungs hurt from the suffocation.