Unexpectedly, when I was about to reach the guard box, I encountered a familiar luxury car approaching.
Mu Wanqing's attention was only on her daughter and found nothing unusual, but Aunt Zhou felt "something was wrong" and she immediately looked guilty when she saw the car.
"Madam..." Aunt Zhou shouted loudly, but before she could remind her, the black Bentley had slowed down and stopped.
Mu Wanqing raised her eyes and saw the car parked in front of her. She saw the man in the cab through the window. Her head suddenly buzzed and her face turned pale.
Isn't he...on a business trip? Why come back suddenly?
It's a clear day today, and the sun is shining brightly, but the snow has not melted everywhere and is very dazzling.
Wen Zhan wore sunglasses while driving.
The car window was lowered, revealing his cold and charming face. Under the blessing of sunglasses, he showed a sense of alienation and aloofness.
Looking at the woman in front of him, he had already taken control of everything and spoke with slander: "Why, you stole my child while I was away on a business trip?"
Aunt Zhou originally felt guilty, thinking that if she was betrayed by the young master, her wife would definitely never believe her again.
Unexpectedly, the young master still remembered to help her lie, and he felt relieved immediately, and quickly adjusted his emotions to cooperate with the performance: "Young master...well, didn't you say...that you won't come back until next week?"
Wen Zhan snorted coldly, "Why, is it wrong for me to go home early?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant-"
The first moment Mu Wanqing saw Wen Zhan, she did doubt Aunt Zhou, but when she saw this posture, she immediately realized that she had misunderstood.
Not wanting Aunt Zhou to be involved because of herself, she quickly explained: "I'm not going to secretly take the children away behind your back. I just came back to see them. My sister is making a fuss and wants to eat. It's windy outside... I plan to find a place to breastfeed... "
She tells the truth and has a clear conscience.
Of course Wen Zhan knew that she was not here to steal the child, but he would not let her leave easily despite all the effort to see this.
Pretending to be too lazy to listen to her explanation, Wen Zhan shook his head coldly and said, "Why bother? Get in the car. It's warm in my car."
"..." Mu Wanqing was stunned, with hesitation on her face.
"What? You don't want to? You are holding my child. As a guardian, shouldn't I be there to watch over you?" Wen Zhan said confidently.
Mu Wanqing was still struggling, but the sister in her arms couldn't wait any longer.
The little girl pulled at her mother's clothes for a long time. Now she lost her patience and started to struggle and moan.
Mu Wanqing looked at her daughter's aggrieved little face, and then at the man's arrogant look, and felt a conflict between heaven and man in her heart.
"My daughter is anxious...do you want me to come down and open the door for you personally? Or are you worried that I won't let you go after you get in the car?" Wen Zhan saw her hesitation and continued to taunt her coldly, "Don't worry, I, Wen Zhan, haven't let you go yet. It’s so cheap that he won’t let go of a woman who doesn’t know what to do.”
They have already gone to court to file a lawsuit, and he also has a good reputation - even if he doesn't want to in his heart, he won't keep it in words.
Mu Wanqing was moved when she heard what he said.
Aunt Zhou was aware of the situation and quickly stepped forward and opened the rear door: "Madam, get in the car quickly, it's warm in the car."
Mu Wanqing had no way out, so she could only hug her daughter and get into the back seat.
When the elder brother saw this, he seemed to understand something and immediately opened his mouth and opened his voice.
"Third Young Master..." Aunt Zhou was about to ask what to do, but Wen Zhan simply pulled over to the side of the car, unbuckled his seat belt, and opened the door, "Give it to me."
Aunt Zhou relaxed her eyes and immediately picked up her brother and put him into the driver's seat.
In the back seat, Mu Wanqing shrank as much as possible behind the driver. This position allowed her to avoid the people in front of her.
The long down jacket was very troublesome, so she took a lot of effort to untie and straighten it, then put her sister who was so anxious that she kept slurping her lips into her arms, and ate it.
She hadn't been breastfed for several days, and she was a little uncomfortable. The little girl made a squeaking sound, which made her frown tightly in pain, and she kept gasping for air with a hoarse voice.
What was even more embarrassing was that when my sister sucked in, the stimulation caused a burst of milk from the other side - she clearly felt a warm and moist sensation spreading out, but there was neither a breast pad nor a tissue at hand.
This is embarrassing...
Wen Zhan was holding his son in front. The little guy was also anxious, barking wildly, his little arms and legs were very strong, and he kept pulling at him to find his mother.
He took off the sunglasses from Wen Zhan's nose.
"What's the rush? It'll be your turn later!" Wen Zhan couldn't resist and deliberately scolded his son with a straight face.
The little baby, who was almost half a year old, could vaguely look at the faces of adults, and immediately gave him a fierce "hum".
"What? You still don't accept it? If you don't accept it, I can keep your job! Feed you every day!"
"￥%@#￥..." My brother was babbling, but he didn't understand what he was talking about. It looked like he was talking to an adult.
Wen Zhan felt unhappy, but thinking about what he had said just now, it was better not to make any more insinuations now, otherwise it would appear that he was still reluctant to part with it.
Shameful.
The little guy in his arms was still babbling, so he simply raised his son to stand up and asked the little guy to face backwards to protest to the person involved in person.
When Mu Wanqing heard Wen Zhan's words, she was too embarrassed to respond.
Seeing her son suddenly showing his face, she quickly raised her head, smiled at him, and coaxed her gently: "Wait a minute, baby, we'll be here soon."
"Ah...oh!" the little guy responded, his big black grape-like eyes seemed to be able to speak.
Mu Wanqing felt so soft and felt deeply guilty at the same time.
"@#￥%..." My brother was still saying "baby talk", he was so greedy that he couldn't hold back his saliva, and a silver thread fell down.
"My son is drooling!" Mu Wanqing reminded quickly.
Wen Zhan was angry and didn't look back. He turned around after listening to her words, "What?"
"He's drooling. Wipe him off quickly." The woman urged again.
Only then did Wen Zhan see that his son was so greedy that he frowned in disgust, and quickly pulled a cotton towel to wipe it.
Mu Wanqing took the opportunity to speak: "Give me a few."
"What?" The man didn't understand and looked back at her.
She blushed and pretended to be calm: "I want a tissue."
Wen Zhan's eyes were deep, and her face looked a little unnatural, as if he understood something.
Pulling out a tissue and handing it over, Mu Wanqing took it and quickly stuffed it into her clothes.
Looking at this scene, Wen Zhan's expression suddenly tightened, as if his soul had been taken away from him.
Mu Wanqing raised her eyes and met his eyes accidentally. Neither of them spoke, but the awkward and ambiguous atmosphere instantly enveloped them.
The carriage was quiet except for the sound of my sister sucking breast milk and my brother's "urging" sound.
When the relationship was not so tense before, Wen Zhan would have been shameless enough to hug his brother and come to the back row, letting her shoot left and right to feed them both at the same time.
But now the divorce applications have been submitted to the court...
The atmosphere continued in this stagnant state until my sister was full and took the initiative to loosen her mouth.
It's lucky to say that I went out in the morning and didn't pump milk for half a day, so I just stored enough for the two little guys to have a full meal.
"My sister is full, please hold her and burp her." Mu Wanqing adjusted her clothes a little and prepared to bring her son over.
Wen Zhan was sitting in the driving position. He was tall and could not move backwards, so he could only get out of the car with his son in his arms and open the rear door.
