Wen Zhan followed his crying daughter out of the bathroom.
His mind was so confused that he even forgot to coax the child. It wasn't until Mu Wanqing hurriedly put on her pajamas and came out of the cloakroom that he slowly came back to his senses and looked at the other person again.
Without enough time to dry her hair, Mu Wanqing stepped forward and took the child from the man's arms.
With his arms in the air and his cries far away, Wen Zhan finally came back to his senses. He put his hands into his trouser pockets helplessly and coughed.
Mu Wanqing didn't dare to look at him at all, and she didn't want to think about what was in his mind. She just held her daughter and walked away, coaxing her hurriedly.
After the little girl was fed again, the crying stopped, and Wen Zhan slowly followed behind her.
"You...haven't dried your hair yet." His low and hoarse voice started.
Of course Mu Wanqing knew, but there was no time to care about it now, so she ignored it.
When Wen Zhan saw that she didn't respond, he touched the bridge of his nose awkwardly, coughed again, turned around and walked away.
The woman heard the footsteps moving away and thought he had gone out. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at her daughter with wet eyelashes in her arms and felt confused.
We must find a house quickly and move out quickly!
Living under the same roof is so embarrassing!
The kind of embarrassing accident can happen at any time.
Mu Wanqing closed her eyes to calm down the turbulent emotions in her heart. Before she could completely calm down, there were footsteps coming from behind her again.
She turned around and saw Wen Zhan coming over with a hair dryer.
"Let me help you blow dry your hair." The man's eyes met hers and he said softly.
"No, I'll finish feeding later and blow it myself." She refused without thinking.
But Wen Zhan turned a deaf ear and still connected the plug and turned on the hair dryer.
She was holding her daughter in her arms, but she couldn't move. Before she could dodge, the man grabbed her hair.
"..." Speechless.
In the end, I had to sit back and let him serve me.
It's strange to say that as the relationship between the two became more tense, he became more and more considerate.
However, her temper was still as unstable as ever, which made her feel like she was accompanying you like a tiger.
The "buzzing" sound lingered around the two of them, making Mu Wanqing's mood continue to fluctuate and unable to settle down.
Wen Zhan, on the other hand, looked down at the woman's back from a high position, feeling the delicate way her moist and smooth black silk turned and flowed on his fingertips, and his heart was also bulging with excitement.
There are many words on my lips, such as wanting to tell her how hard she has been over the past year, wanting to express the changes in my feelings for her, such as wanting to solemnly talk about whether we can live a good life without divorce...
Thousands of words gathered in my heart, but in the end I was too timid to speak.
Afraid that she would be suspicious, afraid that she would laugh at him, and even more afraid that she would misunderstand the conspiracy behind his sudden show of goodwill.
The trust between them has dropped to freezing point.
The ambiguous and awkward atmosphere continued until there was a knock on the door of the room and Aunt Zhou opened the door and came in.
Wen Zhan was suddenly startled and turned his head to hear Aunt Zhou talking, but it was masked by the sound of the hair dryer, so he immediately turned off the hair dryer and asked, "What's wrong?"
Aunt Zhou asked: "Third Young Master, does the young master take breast milk or milk powder?"
After all, the mother is at home and the child is uncomfortable. It is best if the mother can hold and coax him to breastfeed.
Before Wen Zhan could reply, Mu Wanqing looked back with her hair down and said, "Aunt Zhou, please bring your brother over. My sister is almost ready to eat."
My sister had been fussing for a long time and didn't sleep much. Now she was sucking milk from her mother, and gradually closed her eyes, leaving only her small mouth to sip.
Mu Wanqing carefully picked up her daughter and put her on the big bed behind her.
"Dry your hair." Wen Zhan looked at her and whispered.
"Well, thank you." She also lowered her voice without even looking at the man.
Today is a working day, Wen Zhan should go to work.
But it was already afternoon, and he was too lazy to go anymore. He simply made a phone call to his assistant and told him to take care of the children at home.
When Mu Wanqing was breastfeeding her brother, her sister, who was on the bed, began to moan again.
The confinement sister-in-law was carefully and gently coaxing her.
Finally, after her brother had finished feeding her, she was about to go downstairs for lunch when her sister pooped again.
With confinement sister-in-law and Aunt Zhou taking care of things, she didn't need to be busy, so she took the time to fill her stomach.
"Madam, my sister is not feeling well and cannot sleep well. You can sleep with her." Aunt Zhou had just cleaned up the little girl and saw her coming upstairs. She suggested softly.
Mu Wanqing looked at the time. It was time for her to return to the company.
But she was really worried about the child's appearance.
Wen Zhan came into the room, saw her hesitation, and said with deep eyes, "If you don't dare to ask for leave from the company, I'll call your boss."
"No, no, no, no, I'll speak for myself." She refused quickly, not daring to let him get involved.
If the news spread to her colleagues, how could she go to work with peace of mind?
Holding her crying daughter in her arms, she coaxed her while thinking about how to speak, and finally made the call.
As a result, it didn’t get through.
I wonder what Manager Sun is busy with.
She could only call Yu Qiao and tell her about the situation at home. Listening to the child's cry, Yu Qiao hurriedly comforted her: "It's okay, just ask for leave. This project is done, so I can take a break. I'll wait for a while." Go tell Manager Sun."
"Okay, thank you, Sister Qiao." Although Yu Qiao said there was no need to be so polite, but in the company, respecting seniors is also a social etiquette.
Privately, it doesn't matter what they call each other.
After hanging up the phone, her phone said that the battery was low. She was looking for the charger when Wen Zhan came over and said, "What's wrong? What are you looking for?"
She tilted her child and glanced at the man, "The phone is out of battery..."
"Give me."
Wen Zhan stretched out his hand, and she handed it to him without much hesitation.
The man took his mobile phone to the coffee table, found an outlet, and charged it.
The little girl was difficult to coax, maybe she was hungry after having diarrhea, so Mu Wanqing had no choice but to hold her breast to sleep.
As a result, she was also sleepy and fell asleep soon after.
Wen Zhan was supposed to go to the study to work, but he was worried that she might need help with something, so he went out to get his business laptop and came back to work on the sofa in the master bedroom.
Hearing the smooth and low breathing behind him, he looked back and saw that both mother and daughter were asleep.
And her skirt was still open, and her chest was facing her sister's little face.
The man walked over gently and stared at her for a while, his Adam's apple rolling and his eyes dark and boundless.
After a while, he slowly came back to his senses, bent down and pulled up the duvet, and gently covered the mother and daughter.
Returning to the couch, he continued working.
Suddenly, the screen of Mu Wanqing's mobile phone that was charging lit up.
Manager Sun...
Afraid of waking up the sleeping mother and daughter, the man quickly pressed mute, then unplugged the charging cable, got up and went out with his phone.
"Hello."
Wen Zhan just spoke, and the other side also spoke at the same time, "Xiao Mu, Yu Qiao said you won't be back in the afternoon?"
Xiao Mu?
Wen Zhan frowned for a moment before he realized who the title was.
Hearing the gentle tone of the other person's voice, even with an unusual hint of doting, his face suddenly tightened and he said in a deep voice: "The child at home is sick, and she is asking for leave in the afternoon."
This sound startled Manager Sun on the other end of the phone. He paused for a moment and then said: "You...you are Xiao Mu's..."
"I am her husband."
