Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

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Wen Ruo smoked a cigarette, and the aura around him felt like Satan was alive.

"Jiang Qingqiao, why?" Wen Ruo said calmly, "Cheng'er is just a child. How much do you hate me, even for such a young child?"

Jiang Qingqiao was very calm now. She stood in front of Wen Su and looked at the man in front of her through the moonlight.

He is still so good-looking, and the years have not left the slightest trace on him.

Just like when we first met.

Jiang Qingqiao smiled, as if talking to an old friend, "Wenli, do you still remember the first time we met?"

Wen Ru said nothing.

The past is like smoke, and he doesn't want to recall it.

Jiang Qingqiao looked outside, the sky was blue, "It was also such a night. I attended a cocktail party with my family that day, and I accidentally picked up one of your business cards. I called you. I was so nervous that I didn't know what to say."

"Although our encounter was carefully planned by the Jiang family, my anxiety at the time was real. I was really afraid that things would be exposed."

"My father wanted to use me to get into your family. Even though he knew I was a pawn, I still didn't refuse because I wanted to leave, leave that dirty family."

"Wen Zhu, I have no choice. Jiang Jin is my brother and a pure blood of the Jiang family. I cannot refuse his wishes."

"I couldn't abandon everything I was enjoying at that time, the place of wealth and the gentle countryside. Once I get attached to these things, I will never let go."

Jiang Qingqiao looked at Wen Li with a wry smile on his face, "Whether you believe it or not, Wen Li, I really loved you, and I really want to have a good relationship with you. If I were not the daughter of the Jiang family, now we are Don’t you know how to play the piano and the harp and grow old together?”

"Wen Zhu, at this point, there is nothing to hide between us. Have you ever loved me?"

Wen Ruo exhaled gray-white smoke, "I loved you, but what's the point now? Now, Cheng Wanzhong is my lover and Cheng'er's mother."

Jiang Qingqiao smiled bitterly, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, "Why? Wen Zhu, why is my fate so miserable? If there is an afterlife... that's all, it's better not to have an afterlife."

Wen Ru: "Jiang Qingqiao, you choose your own life. You made all this with your own hands. You can't blame others."

"Can't you blame others?" Jiang Qingqiao raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, "Yes, you can't blame others."

"Fortunately, Cheng'er is okay this time. Otherwise, Jiang Qingqiao, even if you have a hundred lives, it won't be enough to apologize to Cheng'er!"

Wen Rui put out his cigarette butt and said, "This time, Jiang Qingqiao, I hope you can leave this country completely and never come back. There will never be any affection between us."

"In the future, please ask Miss Jiang not to do such stupid things again!"

……

Linjiang Villa.

In the children's room, Cheng Wanzhong was lying on the bedside looking at the little bean sprouts. The child didn't sleep either. He stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, not knowing what was so good about the ceiling.

Cheng Wanzhong had already yawned several times, "Oh, my baby, go to bed quickly. Can you just let your mother put you to sleep for once? Mom really doesn't want to be laughed at by your father anymore, okay? You cooperate." Cooperate and let mom show off in front of dad."

"Wow..." Little Douya smiled at Cheng Wanzhong, showing no signs of going to sleep.

Cheng Wanzhong sighed, "Forget it, if you don't want to sleep, just don't sleep. Stop laughing, or your dad will call you stupid again."

The little bean sprouts still smiled.

Cheng Wanzhong had nothing to do with the child, so he simply let him go.

After a while, Wen Ru walked in.

When Little Douya saw him, she immediately reached out for a hug.

Wen Ru didn't want to hug him, but Cheng Wanzhong was watching and couldn't do it without hugging him, so he reluctantly picked up the child.

"Why are you guarding him? This kid is a night owl." Wen Ru said, asking Cheng Wanzhong to go back to his room to sleep.

Cheng Wanzhong shook his head and yawned, "I wonder why he doesn't sleep. Do children always sleep during the day and wake up at night?"

"What do you think?" Wen Ru asked back, pinching Cheng Bao's face, "Why are you laughing? Do you think you are not stupid enough?"

"Wow..." Cheng Bao was very affectionate towards Wen Zhu, but in Wen Zhu's eyes he was just a little fool.

Wen Ru was extremely depressed.

How could such a shrewd person like him give birth to a child who looked so stupid?

This is very wrong.

Cheng Wanzhong lay on the bed and watched the interaction between father and son.

"Wen Zhu, don't dislike Cheng Bao. Children also have self-esteem."

"What do you know at such a young age?" Wen Ru shook the child's little hand, "We agreed, now that you are still young, if you are stupid, others will say you are cute. But in the future, you must not be so stupid, or others will say you are stupid."

Cheng Bao didn't understand it at all. He only had eyes for his father and seemed to want to take a bite of his father's face.

Wen Ru: "..."

I despise my son even more.

Cheng Wanzhong was overjoyed, "It's useless for you to say this when he's so young. Besides, I don't think Cheng Bao is stupid. Why did he fall in your eyes? Our little Douya has become a little fool."

Wen Ruo sighed, "That's because you haven't seen Sijun and Chaochao from B City, and Xiao Qi from Shen Zheng's family when they were born. They are much more stable than ours. Cheng'er... seems to only know how to giggle."

"..." Cheng Wanzhong suppressed a laugh, "Oh, Wen Zhu, don't be so pessimistic. What's wrong with this? You can use Cheng Bao as a little cotton-padded jacket."

Wen Ru frowned, "How is this appropriate? It's not okay to raise a good child as a girl."

"Didn't you say before that Gao Gao wore a skirt when she was a child?"

"This is different. I can't control other people's children. Our Cheng'er must grow up healthily."

Cheng Wanzhong snickered.

On the surface, I dislike the little guy, but in fact, it hurts a lot, and I feel so uncomfortable.

……

In the master bedroom, the child was lying between Wen Ru and Cheng Wanzhong.

Both adults were about to fall asleep, but the child was still not sleepy at all.

Waving his little hands, amusing himself.

After a while, the little fist came to Wen Ru's body.

Wen Ru opened his eyelids and glanced at the child, not wanting to care about him. After closing his eyes for a while, another small fist was hit on his chest.

"It's not over, isn't it?" Wen Ru asked gloomily.

But the child is not afraid at all.

"Wow...wow..."

Wen Zhu was too lazy to pay attention to him, "If you don't want to sleep, just be quiet. Don't disturb my wife's sleep."

Cheng Bao really likes his father. He doesn't make trouble for Cheng Wanzhong, he just makes noise and violence.

Wen Ru had no choice but to play with the child for a while.

"Okay, go to sleep." Wen Ruo touched Cheng'er's little head, and looked at the child's soft face, and his heart felt a little softer, "Cheng'er, good night."

The child seemed to understand this sentence and slowly closed his eyes.

Wen Ru shook the child's little hand and whispered to himself, "I'm sorry for letting you encounter something like that. Dad promises that he will never put Cheng Bao in danger again."