Lei Xiaoman's eyes never left Nangong Ling. Cheng Mengying beside her quietly pushed her arm, and then she embarrassedly picked up the chopsticks.
Cheng Mengying leaned over and whispered a few words in Lei Xiaoman's ear. At this time, she was the one who should work hard: "Xiaoman, you give Wei Chen the shrimp in front of you, he likes it best."
Lei Xiaoman understood, smiled at Cheng Mengying, then picked up the shrimp in front of him and put it into Wen Weichen's bowl. This small movement, in the eyes of outsiders, has a lot of ambiguity, and this kind of sound that invades the heart is also full of
Liao Guan Ai: "Chen, eat more of your favorite shrimp."
Wen Weichen looked at Lei Xiaoman in surprise. The friendliness in her eyes did not reveal any information. Thinking of the friendship agreed between the two, he felt relieved: "Thank you, Xiaoman, you can eat it yourself."
The dining table became quiet because of this small episode. Jiang Xiyan just glanced at the look between the two. She didn't care about Wen Weichen's love for her. If Lei Xiaoman was his destiny, she wouldn't either.
Mind making room for them.
The boy sitting on the other side was a little unhappy. Wen Weichen was the closest person to her after she was born. Even Jiang Xiyan was not as good as him. What she hoped was that Wen Weichen and Jiang Xiyan would be together forever.
The intervention of a woman or a man will destroy her dream.
He stood up from the chair and sat directly on Wen Weichen's lap. His face was still a little unhappy, and he dug his mouth: "Daddy, Sarah also wants to eat shrimps. Mommy also loves shrimps the most. You can peel them for us."
Is it good to eat?”
The little girl successfully made Wen Weichen her prisoner. Holding Jiang Ziyue in her arms, she changed the shrimp placed in front of Lei Xiaoman and began her task of peeling the shrimp. Jiang Ziyue on the side laughed from time to time.
Come.
Jiang Xiyan was a little embarrassed. She wanted to go forward and persuade Wen Weichen to let go of Jiang Ziyue, but these two people ignored her existence at all. She could only smile embarrassedly at Cheng Mengying and Lei Xiaoman, and then lowered her head.
My head is eating the vegetables in the bowl. At this time, it is more appropriate to choose silence.
After all, Lei Xiaoman was no match for the little girl. Seeing the current situation, she became even more angry. However, in front of everyone, she still retained her dignity. She quickly picked up a few vegetables with her chopsticks and ate them tastefully.
With.
Cheng Mengying couldn't say anything else, so she could only turn a blind eye and let Wen Weichen and Jiang Ziyue laugh.
The final winner of this war was Jiang Ziyue. After the meal, Wen Weichen didn't eat much, and Jiang Ziyue was always on Wen Weichen's lap.
After leaving the Wen family villa, Jiang Xiyan retracted her smile and sat in the car holding Jiang Ziyue, who was already sleeping soundly. It was late at night, but her heart was not yet quiet. The neon lights outside the car window illuminated the night sky, and the passing years of the city
, unable to conceal the flow of time, amidst the deafening music in the distant square, several young men and women were shuttled back and forth on roller skates, attracting cheers from the residents.
Wen Weichen looked at the mother and daughter in the passenger seat. His heart was satisfied, but he also knew that although Jiang Xiyan accepted him at this moment, her heart had not returned yet. Taking such a step, she had already
It is her greatest limit.
He put his big palm on Jiang Xiyan's small hand holding the child and patted it a few times: "Rest for a while, I'll call you when we get there."
Jiang Xiyan nodded, leaned on the headrest and closed her eyes against the window. When she saw Wen Weichen driving carefully through the slits of her eyes, she opened her eyes and continued to look out the window. In the past few years, she had become accustomed to living alone.
Maybe that's how she feels. She has learned to hold back her tears and also learned to disguise herself.
Wen Weichen's hands did not leave Jiang Xiyan. During the five years in the UK, he had always held those little hands after she fell asleep. Now, he wanted to put his body temperature into her body, so that the two of them would be close.
There is no turning back when things like feelings are closely attached to each other. Even if he knows that there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, he will not hesitate.
The car stopped downstairs in the community. As soon as Wen Weichen pulled the handbrake, Jiang Xiyan raised her head, smoothed her somewhat scattered hair, looked at Wen Weichen and said, "It's very late, you should go back early, I
Take Sarah upstairs, Ruoxian will take her out to play tomorrow, but you can only come here next week."
When Jiang Xiyan reached out to open the car door, Wen Weichen stepped forward and held Jiang Xiyan and Jiang Ziyue in his arms. He enjoyed the warmth. At the same time, he hoped for Jiang Xiyan's return even more, and there was an extra hint in his voice.
Vicissitudes of life: "You let me stay, I will go to the company from here tomorrow, just like in the UK, we live together, like a real family."
Jiang Xiyan was still, she couldn't refuse such begging. During the five years in England, they were indeed like a family, but in Dongcheng, there were too many external things, and she couldn't help but want to put distance between them.
There was silence in the carriage. The two of them sat like this with their children in their arms until Jiang Ziyue in her arms twisted a little uncomfortably. Before she opened her eyes, the two of them quickly separated.
Jiang Ziyue glanced at Wen Weichen, then raised his head to look at Jiang Xiyan, breaking the awkward situation with a lazy voice: "Mommy, I want daddy to carry me back to the room."
Before Jiang Xiyan could speak, Wen Weichen had already taken action. He got out of the car, opened the door on the passenger seat and took Jiang Ziyue from her hand. The smile on his face was completely different from before: "Little Yueyue has left me alone.
What else do you have to say, hurry up and get the keys and go home, don’t let our baby catch a cold."
Wen Weichen hugged Jiang Ziyue and walked towards the elevator. He lowered his head and the two of them blinked and laughed tacitly. Then, Wen Weichen pressed a kiss on her little face and whispered: "My baby
You are so sensible, our happy life from now on will all depend on you."
Jiang Xiyan picked up her bag, locked the car door for Wen Weichen, and walked slowly behind them. Her daughter was good at everything. The only bad thing was that she always wanted to sell herself.
After Wen Weichen put Jiang Ziyue to sleep, he saw the lights in the study and walked in. Jiang Xiyan was describing the clothes of her men. The main styles for autumn were still being designed. Recently, she had put down a lot of work because of the fashion show.
She planned to take Jiang Ziyue to visit her father in a few days. After not seeing her for five years, she could only pray that her father could forgive her for her unfilial piety.
She picked up a few painted pictures and modified them on the computer. The three-dimensional feeling became more beautiful through her skillful hands, and she had a happy smile on her face. The finished product of a dress is her pride.
Continuous hard work and learning have made her stronger.