Stepping into Yujingwan again, Mu Wanqing felt as sneaky as a thief.
Aunt Zhou saw her face full of smiles and said, "Madam, come in quickly, the young master is playing on the floor mat and can sit up by himself!"
After being discovered and unable to escape, she had no choice but to enter the villa with a smile and walk towards her son.
The little guy was holding a toy and biting it in his mouth, making his saliva drool.
Seeing his mother suddenly come out, little Wenze stared blankly for a moment with his big eyes, then opened his hands and started babbling, as if calling "Mom".
Mu Wanqing's heart suddenly blossomed, and she quickly bent over and picked up her son.
Children change every day, let alone not seeing her for a week. She really feels that her son has grown up a lot! He can even sit by himself!
"Ah ah ah, oh oh oh..." The little guy who couldn't speak yet danced in his mother's arms and drooled all over his mother.
But Mu Wanqing didn't care. She was filled with joy and kept praising the little guy. She buried her face in her son's neck and sucked in the milky fragrance from him.
Wen Zhan was in the baby room on the second floor and could clearly see the scene in the living room through the surveillance video on his mobile phone.
With a smile on his lips, he looked back at his daughter who had been coaxed, and scratched the tip of the little girl's nose, "Baby, mommy is back..."
Little Wenya didn't know if she understood. She turned back to look at her father and reached out to him for a hug.
Wen Zhan picked up his daughter, stood up and went out.
Mu Wanqing played with her son for only a few minutes, and before she could think of an excuse to confront Wen Zhan, the little guy in her arms started to pull at her clothes.
After not seeing each other for a week, he still remembered looking for food with his mother.
The instinctive reaction to survive cannot be forgotten.
And how can a mother who owes her children every possible thing refuse this small request.
Mu Wanqing looked around, not wanting to go upstairs and meet someone, so she had to get up and go to the side hall to feed her son.
Little did he know that the man upstairs stood at the railing and had a panoramic view of this scene.
The younger sister didn't notice her mother coming at first, but when she heard her brother's milky sounds downstairs and her mother's voice coaxing her brother, the little girl suddenly realized and started struggling in her father's arms.
Wen Zhan was "peeping" silently when his daughter suddenly woke up.
When Mu Wanqing heard the sound, she raised her head and looked towards the second floor, and she happened to catch the man's gaze, which he had no time to dodge.
My mind was buzzing, and all I wanted to do was escape.
But it's already here, how can I escape? The little guy in my arms swallowed loudly and was eating in a hurry.
There is no escape.
On the other side of the stairs, the exposed male owner came down slowly and elegantly, holding the little girl who was babbling in protest.
Mu Wanqing didn't want to look back, but her daughter's urgent shout forced her to look back.
Wen Zhan approached with his daughter in his arms. The little girl leaned half of her body out of her father's arms and reached out towards her mother.
"Mom is here... Baby, don't cry, baby, don't be in a hurry. Mom will hug you in a moment." She could only free up one hand to hold her daughter's little hand and comfort her gently.
But with this hold, the little girl couldn't wait any longer and squirmed in a hurry, making Wen Zhan almost unable to hold her.
The scene was embarrassing and chaotic. Mu Wanqing only hated that she didn't have enough hands. She looked at the man in desperation: "You can carry my sister around first, and wait until my son finishes eating..."
Wen Zhan's handsome face was gentle and indifferent, "Look at her like this, can you carry her away?"
As he spoke, whether intentionally or not, he let go of his hand, and his sister threw herself directly into Mu Wanqing's arms.
This made my brother angry.
The little guy hasn’t had enough yet!
The two babies were on the verge of bursting into tears. They both crawled into Mu Wanqing's arms and refused to leave.
Wen Zhan stood aside, watching her disheveled and busy, as if it had nothing to do with her.
As for the servants and confinement sisters in the house, they were all taken away by Aunt Zhou the moment Mu Wanqing arrived.
Mu Wanqing couldn't handle the two babies. She raised her head and looked around to see no one. She also understood. In desperation, she could only ask Wen Zhan for help: "Hurry up and hold one of them, they will fall down later!"
"Should we have a better attitude when asking for help from others?" Mr. Wen responded unhurriedly.
"Aren't they your children?"
"Isn't it yours?"
"That's fair enough."
"But I've been taking them with me for a few days, and you've been absent for so long."
The implication is that she should make up for it now, and she should drag it out.
Mu Wanqing knew that he would make things difficult for her when she arrived, but she didn't expect it to be in this way. It was so childish and ridiculous.
But there was really nothing she could do about the two children. It would be even more troublesome if her brother vomited milk if they continued to make trouble like this.
She could only compromise: "What attitude do you want from me?"
"First of all, let's talk about how far you and that person named Zhou have developed?" Wen Zhan was resting at home for the past two days, thinking about this matter over and over again, and he was worried about it.
Mu Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at him with an expression that was hard to describe.
It turns out he is still obsessed with this!
"Don't you know everything? You have sent people to monitor me every day. You know everything about my food, drink, and toilet, right?"
"Pretty woman, don't speak so vulgarly."
"I'm just a layman."
"You really fell asleep?"
Mu Wanqing looked away, holding a baby in one hand, and responded expressionlessly: "Sleep."
"..." Wen Zhan's face was stiff and his fists were clenched.
After about two or three seconds of silence, his voice was as cold as any and he said, "Who has better skills, me or him?"
Mu Wanqing couldn't bear it anymore, "Wen Zhan, do you think it's appropriate to discuss this in front of your children?"
"They are still young and don't understand. Besides, you were shameless when you did it, but now you are more reserved when talking about it?"
"he."
"Really?" The man tugged his lips, and there was a hint of sinisterness in his evil smile, "Which position is he better than me?"
"..." Mu Wanqing felt that he was really sick, and it was a serious illness!
Dissatisfied with being led by his nose all the time, she suddenly raised her eyes to look at the man and said, "You really want to know? Then hold the baby first, I can't talk properly now."
Wen Zhan looked suspicious, but when his son was about to fall from her arms, out of paternal instinct, he hurried forward to catch him.
The little guy refused to leave his mother. He cried and howled and reached out to his mother. Wen Zhan hugged him and kept coaxing him. When he saw the woman changed sides, she began to feed her sister.
The color of his eyes suddenly deepened. He imagined the scene of men and women being intimate, and turned his face away in discomfort.
He has also thought about it carefully in the past two days.
If she really slept with a man named Zhou, she could only accept it as retribution for his ambiguous relationship with Lu Kejun all these years.
It was tit for tat between the two, and it was considered even.
Although it was difficult to convince myself like this, and my heart felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly, compared to losing her completely - this was the best outcome.
Mu Wanqing was feeding her daughter. When she saw him standing aside, she suddenly became silent and quietly raised her eyes to look at him.
This sight made her heart skip a beat.
He stood there with his son in his arms, his handsome and deep face turned slightly, with an expression that looked like he had suffered great humiliation.
If she read it correctly, the third young master of the Wen family, who had always been domineering and powerful, had red eyes, as if he was crying out of anger!
