When Wen Zhan returned home, the housekeeper was shocked as soon as he entered the door.
Jiang Lijuan heard the sound and came out. When she saw the blood on her son's forehead, she exclaimed loudly: "What happened? There was a traffic accident? Are there any injuries?"
She asked as she hurried forward, took her son's arm and checked him up and down.
Wen Zhan frowned slightly and said quietly: "No, I got hurt accidentally."
"A bruise?" Jiang Lijuan's tone was full of suspicion. When she raised her eyes and looked at her son's face, she noticed with sharp eyes that his lips were also a little bruised.
Suddenly enlightened.
"Were you beaten by that woman?"
"..." Wen Zhan said nothing and walked towards the second floor.
He was still jet-lagged after returning from a business trip and was very sleepy. He had a big fight with Mu Wanqing that consumed a lot of energy. At the moment, he just wanted to take a bath and have a good sleep.
Jiang Lijuan followed him, full of confusion: "What do you mean? Are you in love with her? She came to your door to be beaten. What are you thinking?"
Wen Zhan did not respond to his mother's words, but he had already determined a fact in his heart.
Yes, he just fell in love with Mu Wanqing!
From the day she said she wanted a divorce, he was angry, angry, obstructed in every possible way, and even forcefully kissed her, hugged her and slept with her again and again - all because he fell in love with this woman for the first time!
He couldn't figure out how he could fall in love with her.
But love is love.
During his business trip, he took a good look at their relationship.
Although the initial acquaintance was just for a beautiful lie, to allow the old man to rest in peace and recuperate, but his wish was fulfilled - but after getting along with her, her beauty, her kindness, her gentleness, her strength, and even her duality, They are attracting themselves bit by bit.
In the past, his heart was occupied by Lu Kejun, but the appearance of this woman squeezed Lu Kejun away from his heart bit by bit.
This process was a bit long and so subtle that he didn't notice it.
And when she really realized it, she was already heartbroken and ready to leave.
In the bathroom, the man stood under the shower head, letting the waterfall-like hot water wash over him. Her figure was still lingering in his mind.
Hate and love are inextricably intertwined.
The trial was about to begin, and he didn't know what else to do to make her change her mind.
Do you really want to express your love to her clearly like Gu Xinchen said?
But she is already with Zhou Yiru, will she still accept her confession?
Could it be that his sincerity was met with merciless ridicule and ridicule from her?
The wound on his forehead was burning under the water. He was extremely depressed, like a trapped animal in a cage. He tried his best to rush and couldn't find an escape. In the end, he broke out and punched the wall hard.
Mu Wanqing!
Mu Wanqing...
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After making sure her cold was gone, Mu Wanqing couldn't resist missing her children and called Aunt Zhou.
When Wen Zhan returned from a business trip, Aunt Zhou took the children back to Yujingwan Villa.
Aunt Zhou was a little embarrassed when she received a call from the hostess: "Madam... Mr. is at home today, and I... can't go out."
Mu Wanqing was surprised: "He didn't go to work today, Monday?"
"No... Mr. has a stomach problem and his forehead is injured. He will rest at home for the past two days." Aunt Zhou answered truthfully.
Mu Wanqing didn't know that on the day Wen Zhan came back from a business trip, he waited downstairs in her apartment for a long time without returning home, without eating or sleeping.
He was already overtired, so it would be strange if he didn't suffer from stomach problems after such a torment.
"Since he is at home, forget it, I'll wait..."
"Mrs!"
Mu Wanqing was about to hang up the phone in disappointment, when Aunt Zhou suddenly called her anxiously.
"Madam, the husband is down. He said... you can come back to see the child."
Mu Wanqing's heartstrings tightened, "He agrees?"
Aunt Zhou looked at the male owner who came downstairs in pajamas and confirmed again: "Third Young Master, can your wife really come to see the child?"
Wen Zhan's face was pale and his tone was calm, "Her legs are long, love will come or not."
"Madam, did you hear? Third Young Master agreed. Come over and have lunch at home. I'll ask the kitchen to cook more of your favorite dishes!" Aunt Zhou was very happy and strongly invited.
But Mu Wanqing hesitated.
She thought Zhou Wenzhan had gone to work, so she wanted to come back to see the children.
Who knew he was at home.
If he was at home, how dare she come?
What if he gets trapped and plays rogue to her again...
"I...I suddenly remembered that I still have some work to deal with today, so...I can't do it right now..." She finally gave up and found a lame excuse to hang up the phone.
The expectations on Aunt Zhou's face were disappointed, and she turned around helplessly while holding her cell phone, "Third Young Master... my wife said that I have work today, so... I won't come."
Wen Zhan's cold expression suddenly turned dark.
Aunt Zhou was very perceptive and could tell what the male master was thinking, and she also knew that he would not be embarrassed - she thought about it for a moment and took it into consideration.
The two babies were awake and playing with toys on the crawling mat.
It's almost six months old. My brother can eat, sleep and is developing well. In the past two days, he has learned to sit independently and can crawl forward on the floor mat.
My sister is a bit picky. She has not had breast milk for the past few days and her food intake has dropped significantly.
Seeing that her brother could sit up and play with toys by himself, she started babbling in a hurry, and started to cry in a hurry.
The confinement sister-in-law went over to comfort her, but Aunt Zhou hurriedly stopped her, then took out her mobile phone and took a video of her crying sister.
When Wen Zhan heard his daughter's cry and saw no one to comfort him, he immediately stood up angrily and came over: "What are you doing? Don't you know the child is crying?"
Aunt Zhou quickly hid her phone and picked up her sister.
Wen Zhan felt sorry for his daughter, so he stepped forward to take the little girl, held her in his arms and coaxed her gently.
Aunt Zhou quietly retreated and sent the video she just took to Mu Wanqing, with the text: My sister has a bit of a runny nose today, maybe she has a cold, she is particularly noisy, and she keeps crying.
A mother hates seeing her child suffer from illness, so she doesn't believe that her wife can remain indifferent.
Sure enough, Mu Wanqing suddenly became anxious after receiving the message.
The flu is very serious this year. People like her who have not been sick for many years have been tortured for a week. If a child unfortunately gets infected, it is unimaginable how painful it will be.
And twins can easily infect each other when they get sick, which would be even more crazy.
After watching the video twice, Mu Wanqing couldn't sit still.
She hadn't seen her child for a week, and she missed her so much that she couldn't sleep well these two nights. She always dreamed of her child crying. Now that she heard that her sister might be sick and was crying, her heart suddenly fell into pieces like a dead leaf in autumn. .
do not care.
Even if Wen Zhan is at home, even if he wants to humiliate himself again, he can only endure it for the sake of his children.
She was already an incompetent mother and could not abandon her sick daughter to save herself.
After replying to Aunt Zhou, she simply packed up and went out immediately.
Over at the villa, Aunt Zhou got the news with a smile on her face and hurried to the living room to report the good news to the male host.
Unexpectedly, when Wen Zhan heard this, he just said "hmm" lightly.
Aunt Zhou looked at his too calm reaction and was stunned for a moment. She thought he didn't hear her, so she took two steps closer and said again: "Third Young Master, my wife will be back later."
Wen Zhan still coaxed his daughter, frowning slightly: "I'm not deaf."
"oh……"
