Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

Wen Wan understands that with Shen Moling's ability, as long as it is something he wants to know, he will definitely be able to investigate clearly, not to mention that when she gave birth to a child, the city was full of trouble, how could she cover it up?

Immediately, she felt embarrassed and embarrassed. The secret she had been trying to hide all along, it turned out that the other party knew it long ago, and she kept pretending to be stupid.

But why did he still ask Youyou if Ye Chenxi's?What exactly do you mean?

Shen Moling didn't care what he said on the surface, but Wen Wan personally admitted that she had been with Ye Chenxi back then, how could he not feel it at all?

Right now, he is only half sure who this child belongs to, but he dare not declare it. What he fears most is that this child is not his own, otherwise Wen Wan would have told him already, wouldn't she?

From getting the certificate to now, Wen Wan had countless opportunities to tell him, but she didn't say anything, what does this mean?It can only mean that she doesn't want him to know about this child at all.

Both of them fell into deep thought, neither of them spoke, and they didn't mention this matter again until they got home.

Shen Moling went to take a bath, and Wen Wan came to Youyou's room. She thought the child was asleep, but who knew he was sitting on the bed reading a book.

"What are you looking at? Don't sleep yet, watch your eyes." Wen Wan turned on the headlights, walked over and sat by the bed.

Youyou hurriedly hid the book in her hand under the quilt, as if she was afraid that Wen Wan would find out.

"Show Mommy, what did you take?" Wen Wan curiously lifted the quilt.

I saw a crumpled people magazine on the child's lap, and on the cover of the magazine suddenly appeared an extremely handsome Shen Moling in a suit.

"Youyou, what are you reading this for?" Wen Wan picked up the magazine and asked.

"Mum, don't you think he looks a lot like me?" Youyou asked with a pout.

Wen Wan was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the time in the magazine, it was obviously a long time ago, she asked: "...Where did you come from?"

"I bought it." Youyou replied honestly.

"Why did you buy this?" Wen Wan asked again.

The child lowered his eyes, his face a little sad: "Because I have seen this uncle, I think he looks like... Dad."

"He..." Wen Wan wanted to tell him that this is your father, and he is at home, but she decided to test it first, "If he is really your father, will you be happy?"

"Unhappy." Youyou raised his face, his big eyes gradually filled with anger.

"Why?" Wen Wan was surprised.

"I always thought that my father left because he was too poor to support my mother and me, but this man is so rich, why doesn't he want us?" Youyou asked sternly.

Wen Wan was stunned again, what are children thinking about all day long?Thinking about why Dad left?

Wen Wan thought, this reason should be the only reason Youyou can forgive, right?He also wanted his father, but he was angry and complained that he couldn't change all the vacancies in the past three years.

Thinking of the scene when she sent her child to Nanjin City Kindergarten before, Wen Wan's heart would ache.

Almost every child, even the teacher, would discriminate against him, saying that he was a well-known bastard in the whole city.

Her gentle infamy has spread throughout Nanjin City, and even Youyou, who has been troubled, can't lift her head... All of this is her fault. She shouldn't let her child live in such a complicated environment for no reason. It's because she didn't She did her duty as a mother and failed to protect him.

Suddenly, I remembered the scene of trying to keep Shen Moling at the airport more than three years ago. At that time, he was anxious to go to country M to see Lin Xi, and he left so decisively that he didn't even turn his head...

Wen Wan thought, maybe she still didn't really forgive him, and she chose to accept his marriage proposal, maybe it was just because she was still in love.