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Baby Wen patted the back of Wen Shuyue's hand and raised his head. His watery eyes were like black grapes soaked in water. He looked at Wen Shuyue with some worry.

"Mummy, some people can be abandoned. As long as she brings unhappiness to mummy, mummy can abandon her."

Wen Shuyue was slightly stunned and looked at the round baby Wen standing beside him in surprise. He has always been a kid, and Wen Shuyue's mood is not difficult to see.

"Thank you, baby Wen, but she is my mommy. Just like mommy forcing you to learn German, you will be unhappy. Will you abandon Mommy if you are unhappy?"

"That's different. Mommy forced me to learn German for my good, but she didn't do it for Mommy. On the contrary, she dragged down mommy's life."

Wenbaobao's words made Wen Shuyue say nothing for a while. Sure enough, the child is too smart, which is a little worrying.

Wen's mother really didn't fulfill her duty as a mother, and Wen Shuyue didn't like her, but she was not bad to Wen Baobao. Although she didn't have much enthusiasm, Wen Shuyue was very grateful, and she valued Wen Baobao's education more than anything else.

Wen Shuyue looks to he Siming for help, but he Siming seems to be in the same line-up with Wen Baobao and turns a blind eye to Wen Shuyue's help.

"I..." Wen Shuyue is worried about how to answer Wen Baobao's words, but he Siming suddenly interrupts her.

"Well, it's time to board."

He pulled the leg of his suit, then squatted down his strong arm gracefully, held Wen Baobao in his arms, and walked forward under the gentle gaze.

Wen Shuyue looked at her back, a little stunned. Suddenly, the man in front of Wei'an stopped and looked back at her deeply: "Wen Shuyue, are you still going?"

Wen Shuyue answered immediately, and then quickly came forward with high heels.

After the plane landed, Wen Shuyue sent an apartment address in her name to Wen's mother, and told her that she would have the key sent to her tomorrow.

A moment before the mobile phone goes out of the screen, he Siming walks up to her with Wen Baobao who is already sleeping. He accidentally sees the text message sent to Wen's mother on her mobile phone. Although the sentence is short and indifferent, it is not difficult to see that she is still very concerned about Wen's mother.

"Why?" He Siming peeks at other people's text messages, and the content is still aboveboard. He stares at the woman who is short in front of him. At night, the street lights on the edge of the airport shine on her face, which is more delicate.

He Siming doesn't understand. Why can't she give up the person who used to treat her like this?

"It's my mother, after all."

Wen Shuyue quickly put the screen out of her mobile phone into her bag and watched Wen Baobao's fleshy little face press on he Siming's shoulder. The crystal clear saliva all wet he Siming's Gaoding suit.

Wen Shuyue's face was stiff. Looking at he Siming, she seemed to have no idea that her clothes were stained. She said with a smile, "you've been holding him since you got on the plane. Have a rest."

He Siming has a serious habit of cleanliness. If you know...

"I'll come and don't wake him up."

Just then, a black Bentley slowly stopped in front of the two, noble black and night into one.

The servant who came down from the car took the suitcase behind her and put it in the trunk. Before Wen Shuyue could remind he Siming of the pool of saliva on his shoulder, he pushed it onto the car.

Wen Shuyue gave the spare key to Wen's mother to the servant and asked him to help deliver the key to Wen's mother.

It's midnight when we get home. Wen Shuyue settles the sleeping baby in his own room, and then tucks in his quilt. Then she leaves safely.

He Siming put the packaged supper in the living room. The powder was still steaming with smoke. He stood beside the sofa, his suit coat had been taken off, and he was staring at the pool of water flowing by Wen Baobao.

"Baby Wen doesn't sleep very well..."

Wen Shuyue smiles awkwardly, but he doesn't care at all. He just gives a faint hum, and then points to the steaming face on the table: "I didn't eat anything on the plane just now. I asked someone to buy a beef ball powder, and eat less at night."

Although he did not name her, Wen Shuyue knew that she was talking to herself. She was not used to the kindness of others. She shook her head subconsciously: "I'm not hungry."

Where to know the voice just fell, Pingtan's stomach came to the sound of grunting, like a pigeon in the stomach.

Wen Shuyue's face turned red. She quickly dodged the sight of he Siming's joking smile. She felt as if she had been slapped twice on her face. It was burning hot. She felt that if anyone dropped a drop of water on her face, it would immediately evaporate.

"I'll go upstairs first, whatever you want." He Siming put his suit coat on his arm. Although his jaw was tight and he could hardly bear to smile, his eyes were full of smile.

"I... ah, you go up." Wen Shuyue has given up struggling. Let him hear it. Anyway, he has seen himself make a fool of himself. Why don't you say goodbye again.Wen Shuyue can't help eating up a bowl of beef ball powder and taking a hot bath. When she takes a bath, she still can't help thinking about Wen's mother. Lu Junhan and Qin Weiwei divorce and drive Wen's mother out. Shouldn't she be on the street at this time?

One day, the bumps made her fall asleep when she touched the pillow. When she woke up the next day, Wen's mother sent a message telling Wen Shuyue that she had got the key. The message only contained three short, cold words: Yes.

Even without a word of thanks, Wen Shuyue sometimes really doubts whether Wen's mother has feelings, or whether she is her own daughter. She has abandoned her and her father for so many years. Doesn't she feel guilty at all? Why can you come back and ask for things from them?

It is said that there is only mother in the world, but her mother is not as good as none.

Wen Shuyue sat up from the bed, left her mobile phone on the bedside table at random, and rubbed her fluffy head irritably.

After Wen Shuyue finished washing, Wen Baobao had finished breakfast and looked at the German book in the living room. When Wen Shuyue came out in her pajamas, Wen Baobao put down the German book and said good morning to her in German.

"Good morning." Wen Shuyue smiles softly. His eyes fall on the dining table with only one breakfast. It seems that he Siming has gone to work.

"Don't look, he has gone to work, which like mommy, the sun is farting, it's too late." Wen Baobao saw through her mind, mercilessly exposed her.