Feeling that Xi Chen was by his side, Leng Chenfeng's face finally felt warm. He put his arms around his son's shoulders, raised a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "What about the explanation? Her memory.
She hasn't fully recovered yet. Even if she remembers that her good friend betrayed her, she won't be the one who suffers the most in the end. It's better to just leave it like this, maybe she will figure it out after a while."
It was easy to explain to her, but he didn't want her to recall how Zhou Xiyuan hurt her.
Xichen still doesn't quite understand. Would Daddy rather let himself be misunderstood than tell Mummy the full truth of the matter?
He will never let Mommy continue to misunderstand like this. He will resolve the misunderstanding between Daddy and Mommy.
The next morning, Xichen got up early and brought a special folding chair to a place. After setting up the chair, he raised a smile and frantically rang the doorbell on the wall.
"Damn it, who came to disturb this young master's dream so early?" A handsome guy with disheveled clothes, messy hair, and obvious displeasure on his face walked out of the house.
When Xichen saw him, he immediately jumped off the chair, stood in front of him, and said with an innocent smile, "Uncle Zhou Yu, can you do something for me?"
Looking down, it turned out that the culprit who disturbed his sleep was this boy. Zhou Yu squatted down, feeling extremely bad. He stretched out his hand and pinched Xi Chen's face, gritting his teeth and said, "Do you know what I hate the most?
The thing is that you were woken up by someone? Forget it about your dad, why are you like him?"
His face hurt from being rubbed, and there was pain in Xichen's eyes. He stretched out his hand and broke away Zhou Yu's hand on his face, and said with a serious face. "This is called like father, like son. Are you in the middle of this?"
Didn’t you learn this sentence when you were studying?”
"Okay, don't worry about all this. What do you want from me?" Zhou Yu retracted his hand and looked at Xi Chen in front of him.
"I really need your help, Uncle Zhou Yu. Without you, it would be impossible for Daddy and Mummy to reconcile." Xichen said, regardless of the face being rubbed just now, blinking expectantly.
It turned out that he stood up because of his father and mother. Zhou Yu's expression was a little cold and he said, "I don't think I can help you with this."
"You haven't even listened to me yet, why are you so sure you can't help me?" Seeing that Zhou Yu rejected his request, Xichen raised his head hard and looked at him with pleading eyes. No matter what, he would convince Zhou Yu to help
His, he is the most suitable candidate.
Perhaps because he couldn't resist the child's clear eyes, in order to prevent himself from being shaken, Zhou Yu turned around and told Xi Chen firmly behind him. "You go home quickly, there is no way I can accompany you to explain."
Xiyuan died that year."
"I don't want Uncle Zhou Yu to go, as long as you give me a photo of Aunt Xiyuan." As long as he has the photo, he can explain to his mother that Aunt Xiyuan's death was all caused by herself.
"I no longer have any photos of Xiyuan here. They were all burned when she died." After saying that, Zhou Yu closed the door silently and refused to continue talking to Xichen. In the end, only his own back was left.
Unwilling to give up, Xichen knocked hard on the door and shouted loudly. "Uncle Zhou Yu, I beg you, just give me a photo, just a photo..."
But the people inside the house were indifferent and allowed the people outside the door to shout.