News of their divorce spread quickly.
Of course Jiang Lijuan was very happy when she learned about it and quickly called her son.
"It's better to divorce. This is just the old man's random love affair. How can you live your life if you don't belong to the right family? Now that you are single again, I don't know how many ladies and ladies are about to cross the threshold. You have to keep your eyes open and you can't do it casually anymore. That's it." Jiang Lijuan brainwashed her son, secretly planning to arrange a blind date for her son during the Spring Festival holiday.
Wen Zhan threw his phone aside and continued to work, not bothering to pay attention.
"Azhan, are you listening? The children are young and don't have much memory. You should quickly remarry someone who is gentle, virtuous, and knowledgeable. He can help you take care of your children and develop relationships early. After that, when they are raised, they will be nothing like your own children. the difference."
Wen Zhan couldn't bear it anymore, picked up his phone and said: "Mom, I have to have a meeting, hang up."
Without waiting for a response, he hung up the phone.
The phone was thrown aside, but he had no intention of working.
I didn't sleep well last night and had a headache.
I woke up in the morning without eating and had a stomachache.
At around nine o'clock, Aunt Zhou reported that his wife had left - he felt angry for a while after hearing this.
I had a minor surgery a few days ago. This period is a special situation. I can't get too close to that woman, otherwise I won't let her go no matter what last night.
But this sudden "cold look" and keeping a distance seemed to make her relax her vigilance and become bolder?
For example, this morning——
If he had breakfast at home, she would definitely find any excuse to run away as soon as possible.
But he was not at home, so the woman had a leisurely breakfast and played with the children for a while before leaving.
According to this idea, can he approach her in another way?
Boiling a frog in warm water, by the time she realized her true intention, it was too late to escape, or she could not escape...
Wen Zhan had never studied a woman so seriously, nor had he had such a headache figuring out how to approach a woman.
Thinking of what Wen Lei and Wen Yan had said, he also felt that he might indeed have a bit of a love brain.
Although it had been a while since Mu Wanqing moved out, the relationship between the two had not broken off, and he still had hope in his heart.
Now, officially divorced, she was no longer the third young wife of the Wen family, and he no longer had a wife. This real change suddenly made him feel like there was something empty in his heart, and he felt pain for no reason.
When he got home from get off work in the evening, his daughter was crying again as usual. He took her from the confinement nanny's arms, carried her upstairs, and went to the guest room where Mu Wanqing slept the night before.
"Baby, mommy was here sleeping with you last night, wasn't she? There's still mommy's breath here, right?"
Putting his daughter on the bed, he coaxed her gently and patiently.
There seemed to be a faint, familiar scent of hers still lingering in the air, but that person had really left here.
That empty feeling came over again, and it wasn't until this moment that he understood what it meant to be in love for a long time.
After spending more than two years together day and night, sharing the same bed, although he was extremely cold and even mean in his words, the seeds had already been sown by her in his heart.
The seed took root, sprouted, and grew stronger day by day quietly, occupying his internal organs and limbs.
But suddenly one day, it was uprooted.
The so-called injuries to muscles and bones, cramps and skin peeling are nothing more than that.
Wen Zhan thought about it in a trance. The scenes that he used to find irritating and disgusting were now filled with sweetness in his memories.
Perhaps it was his overly fond memory that touched the innocent and ignorant baby. Xiao Wenya stretched out her soft hands and touched her father's face, babbling and moaning as if to comfort her father.
Wen Zhan came back to his senses, held his daughter's little hand, brought it to his lips, kissed it, and asked gently: "The baby misses his mother, right?"
"Ah, oh..."
"Dad wants it too."
"Oh! Ah..."
The six-month-old baby seems to be able to understand the words of adults and actually chats back and forth.
However, the budding sister has been drooling constantly these days, babbling and chatting with her father, and a silver thread falls from her pink little mouth.
Wen Zhan smiled tenderly and didn't mind using his own clothes to wipe away her daughter's saliva, and sweetly coaxed her: "My dear, you are the best behaved. Tomorrow, daddy will take you and your brother to find mommy, okay?"
"oh oh!"
"Dad will work hard to bring mom back..."
"oh oh!"
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The sound of firecrackers bids farewell to the old year, and the sound of gongs and drums welcomes the new year.
In a blink of an eye, it’s New Year’s Eve.
Mu Wanqing rushed to finish the work in the studio the night before, and was busy until almost early in the morning before going to bed.
On the morning of New Year's Eve, although it is forbidden to set off firecrackers in the city, the sound of firecrackers can still be heard from distant places, adding a bit of New Year flavor to the New Year atmosphere.
While she was still sleeping, her phone dinged. She thought she had forgotten to turn off the alarm clock, so she reached out from the quilt and touched the phone without seeing the screen clearly, and ran her fingers across it.
Unexpectedly, before she could retract her arm, a voice came from the phone: "You haven't gotten up yet?"
She was startled and realized that it was a call coming in.
And this voice... Wen Zhan?
Mu Wanqing suddenly woke up, took the phone over again, and hid under the quilt to answer the call: "Hey, are you okay?"
Since their divorce, they have had little contact, and Wen Zhan's attitude towards her has become much more indifferent.
The man did not answer her words, but urged urgently: "Hurry up and open the door."
"Open the door?" Mu Wanqing was a little confused. What door to open?
"Yes! Get up and open the door. I'm holding the child and carrying things. Hurry up!" The man's voice was urgent, and he hung up without waiting for Mu Wanqing's response.
Mu Wanqing was stunned for a second, and suddenly understood - he came with the children?
What was he doing here with the children this early in the morning?
And today is New Year's Eve, doesn't he need to go back to Wen's old house?
Suspicious in her heart, the woman quickly got up and got out of bed, getting dressed while running out. She opened the door and saw that, sure enough, the man was holding a baby in one hand, and there was a two-seater stroller next to him, which was full of people. baby product.
When her sister saw her mother, she rushed over happily. Mu Wanqing quickly caught her, looked at the man and asked in confusion: "What do you mean? Why are you bringing these things here?"
Wen Zhan first carried his son into the house, placed him on the floor mat, then turned around to push the stroller, and replied matter-of-factly: "Come to celebrate the New Year."
"Celebrate the New Year?" Mu Wanqing hugged her daughter and looked at her son, "You said you want to celebrate the New Year at my place? Just the two of us?"
"To be precise, we are a family of four."
"..." Mu Wanqing didn't understand.
Wen Zhan finished moving the things and continued to explain: "Aunt Zhou and the others are all on vacation. It's time for them to reunite with their families for the Chinese New Year. I can't take them by myself, so I can only look for you."
this……
Mu Wanqing almost stuttered, "But for the two of us, taking them both, this is..."
It's also an impossible task.
He can obviously take the children back to the Wen family's old house. There are many people in the old house, so he doesn't have to worry about no one to take them.
Wen Zhan didn't want to listen to her excuses. Anyway, the servants in the villa had gone home for the holidays, and he wouldn't take the children back to the old house - they would be tightly tied together during the New Year.
At this time, the president of Wenda didn't know what he would face in the next day, and took the matter of raising children too simply.
