Chapter 691

"That's it Rong Yun naturally knows what happened in the Wen family that day. Now that everyone in the Duanmu family is here, she doesn't say much. She can only nod her head and say to the two sisters in a kind manner: "then you two girls go over, and I'm an old lady. I won't disturb your mother and daughter to have a heart to heart talk!"

That's harsh.

When Wen Cheng gets up, he glances at Rong Yun, but there is no temperature at the bottom of his eyes. He tugs at the corner of his mouth and pulls Shi Qi to Duanmu LANYA.

……

The light is very bright.

Three people successively sit on the sofa of the side hall, for a time, no one opens his mouth.

Duanmu LANYA sat on the opposite side with a little formality. She curled up her fingertips and swept the dark night out of the window. After several thoughts, she asked, "are you two still used to living here?"

Yan Shiqi raised her eyes and looked at her. She hadn't seen her for many days. The tip of her eyebrows and the corner of her eyes seemed to be stained with wind and frost. Even if her posture was still elegant, there were too many emotions in her eyes, and she was very tired.

She pursed her lips, but before she opened her mouth, Wen Cheng had won the first place. "It's very good. I'm not used to it."

Wen orange's straightforward answer, eyes set to fall on Duanmu Lan Ya, calm without a ripple.

Clearly they are mother and daughter, but because of preference and injury, leading to such a strange scene.

Wencheng didn't think there was anything bad about it. She was not good. No wonder her parents didn't like it.

However, when she returned from her serious injury, she didn't get a word of love and care. On the contrary, in the face of Wen Zhiyuan's various evils, her parents still showed a worried side, which made her completely believe that she was born unhappy.

Perhaps, Wen orange's indifference mixed with too many stories, bit by bit together, has become a thorn on the tip of the heart.

For Yan Shiqi, Duanmu LANYA may be more just an identity, a name, a stranger with the same blood flowing on her body.

At this moment, the two sisters feel different, but their performance of Duanmu LANYA is almost the same.

Duanmu LANYA hears Wencheng's response and breathes for a moment.

Her eyes turned red and her voice trembled. "Orange, Xiao Qi, are you still blaming me? At that time... "

Words in the mouth, but difficult to say.

Duanmu LANYA has lived for such a long time. She never felt so difficult to reveal her mind.

She didn't open her cheek and wiped it with her thumb at the corner of her eye. Before she could get her mood in order, she heard Wen orange open her mouth, "Mom, you think too much, we don't blame you."

Hearing this, Duanmu LANYA's eyes suddenly burst out with surprise, "orange, really?"

Wen orange looked at her excited look and pulled her lips to evoke a faint smile. "If we blame you for being useful, it might not have been like that in Wen's home."

Duan Mu Lan's look in Ya Mou is dim, also stunned!

Wen Cheng looked at her, took the inkstone, put Qi's hand in the palm of her hand, she sighed and said: "Mom, actually you don't have to do this. You like Wen Zhiyuan. There's nothing wrong with that. Every family will have a favorite child.

If it's your fault, it's not without it. I just feel that if I had known you, I would have continued to feign death and remained the same.

Now think about it. Even if Wen Zhiyuan really killed me, it's just losing a child you don't like. It shouldn't matter. "