"I'm going to the hospital to see my father in the afternoon. Bill, can you help me take him there?"
"Well," Jing Jiaren asked, "Where's the wolf?"
"I don't know, no one was seen early in the morning..."
Although Cang Lang was not knocked unconscious this time, under the strong power of Ximen Longting, he was brought back to China together.
But Cang Lang's expression when he returned to China was very strange, and he always looked mysterious.
Jing Jiaren asked: "What do you think of Cang Lang?"
"How about what?"
"Have you ever considered making him your husband?" Jing Jiaren said bluntly.
Wen Xinnuan smiled: "He is very nice and treats me very well, but I have no feelings of love for him."
Jing Jiaren twitched her brows: "What kind of love do you need? Like Luo Jian? What if you love him to death?"
"That's not it..." Wen Xinnuan said sadly, "After the last failed marriage, I don't want to get married again. I already have Bill, he is everything to me, I can take good care of him..."
"Mom, I will take care of you too," Bill said confidently.
Wen Xinnuan smiled: "Yes, Bill will soon become a man and take care of me. Why do I have to get married?"
Jing Jiaren picked up the tea cup: "I always feel that you have trouble taking care of yourself, and Canglang just makes up for your shortcomings."
"Well, don't I still have you by my side?"
"Can I stay with you forever?"
Wen Xinnuan immediately burst into tears: "You... don't want me anymore?"
Jing Jiaren sighed: "I didn't say that, big oil bottle and small oil bottle!"
Maybe Wen Xinnuan was too hurt by her last relationship, and she is really too anxious to think about Canglang now.
Jing Jiaren shook her head. She was too worried about her own affairs. She couldn't deal with Ximen Longting, so how could she care about others.
Sure enough, the servant picked up the receiver and said: "Young lady, this is the young master's phone number."
"I'm not a young lady!" Jing Jiaren closed the newspaper and threw it away. She didn't even marry Ximen Longting, so he was so embarrassed.
"Telephone……"
"Just say I'm sleepy and sleeping."
While Jing Jiaren was having dinner, Ximen Longting came back and bought Bill a bunch of toys as usual, as well as a baby cradle, small clothes and shoes for the baby...
Bill excitedly took the toys: "Mom, uncle gave me toys again. This time they are remote control cars, small planes, and... small trains!"
"Did you say thank you to uncle?"
"Uh-huh."
"Mr. Ximen, why are you embarrassed to always make you spend money?"
Ximen Longting smiled calmly: "You're welcome."
He took off his coat and walked to the dining table, pulling out the chair next to Jing Jiaren. It was very cold outside, as if it was snowing, and there were some snowflakes on his hair.
The servant patted the snowflakes on his coat and asked, "Is it snowing?"
Ximen Longting looked at Jing Jiaren who was silent and said, "Get off."
Everyone couldn't help but look out the window.
Snowflakes were falling in the darkness, illuminated by orange lights outside the window.
Wen Xin warmed the child's heart. He immediately picked up Bill and ran to the window sill. The mother and son shouted: "Wow, baby, it's snow, real snow, snow!"
Bill also shouted excitedly: "Mom, it's snow, real snow, snow!"
Jing Jiaren twitched the corner of her mouth. She was indeed a mother and son. How could they be so happy when it snows?