He hasn't read a book today, and he hasn't written a word. Grandpa has to do spot checks every month.
Qingting touched his son's little head with some distress. This child was too restrained and not playful. He meticulously completed the courses set by his grandfather.
Sometimes, even an adult like her doesn't have as much self-control as him.
"Then lie down for a while. It doesn't take long. It's your birthday. Grandpa won't blame you."
She knew Leng Zongkai was doing it for the good of his children, but sometimes she felt distressed.
Chen Xuan hugged her and said with a soft smile, "I understand, Mommy, you should go and rest too. I'll call you when my sister wakes up."
"Okay." Qingting couldn't do anything with him. It's hard to control a child who is too independent.
She was also a little tired and had not had a good rest in the past two days.
She walked to the door and suddenly heard her son's voice, "Mommy, thank you."
"What?" Qingting turned around and was stunned for a moment.
Chen Xuan's face was slightly red, a little shy, "Thank you for giving birth to me and my sister, happy birthday, Mommy."
The child's birthday is the mother's Good Friday.
Qingting was so moved that his eyes were slightly hot, "Silly boy, Mommy feels very happy to have you and Doudou."
"Me too." Chen Xuan's voice was low, but his expression was firm.
Qingting couldn't help but laugh, her smile was so happy and sweet.
As she walked towards the room, her stomach growled, and then she remembered that she had only taken care of the children and hadn't eaten anything.
Today I hired a chef from a six-star restaurant. It was a buffet style, where you could cook and eat in the garden, and you could enjoy delicacies from all over the world.
She picked a plate of food, found a secluded place to sit down, and started eating in silence.
After taking a few mouthfuls, she realized that she had forgotten to bring the drink. She couldn't help stroking her forehead. Forget it, she didn't want to run out one more time, so she just ate along with it.
"Ye Qingting." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded.
Qingting frowned slightly without raising his head. He is here too?
"Zheng Wenbin, are you okay? Congratulations."
The invitation was arranged by Qi Rui. She didn't even take a look at it, she was too busy to take care of it.
Zheng Wenbin sat down opposite her. He had lost a lot of weight. He was pale after recovering from a serious illness, but his eyes were strange.
"I had a nightmare during the days when I was unconscious, dreaming about many people and many things..."
Qingting frowned and interrupted him impatiently.
"What does this have to do with me?"
Zheng Wenbin looked at her deeply, "I dreamed that I married you."
It was like a bomb was dropped. Qingting was stunned and speechless with his mouth open. "What?"
Getting married? Did he dream about his past life?
Zheng Wenbin's expression was confused, as if he was reminiscing, recalling, or missing.
"Everything seemed to have really happened. We met each other, fell in love, and finally entered the marriage hall and became husband and wife..."
At the end of the sentence, he raised the corners of his mouth and showed a gentle smile.
For some reason, Qingting's hair stood on end and he said coldly, "What happened next? Turned against each other? Or did you kill her?"
Zheng Wenbin felt as if he had been struck by thunder, his face turned completely white, and he was extremely shocked.
"What did you say? Have you... also had this dream?"
It can't be such a coincidence, no way.
Qingting calmly took a breath, suppressed his restless mood, and cautiously tested.
"You can guess it with your eyes closed. How can you fall in love with a woman with your personality? The so-called love is just a trick, and marriage is just a means to achieve the goal, isn't it?"