Addiction to flash marriage: Mr. Li, don’t be too flirtatious!

"He...he is a kid from the supermarket downstairs,"

Wen Ning explained guiltily, secretly warning Mo Bao, the little devil, and threw out a banknote, "Okay, kid, go home quickly!"

"Uncle, you are so handsome. You are tall and big. Much more handsome than my scumbag father." Mo Bao looked up at Li Beichen and spoke.

Wen Ning's whole body felt bad.

"Scumbag dad?" Li Beichen frowned. For some reason, he didn't hate seeing this kid wearing a mask.

There is also a subtle feeling, probably because he and Jiujiu are about the same height and age.

"Yeah, my dad is such a scumbag! He took advantage of my mommy's pregnancy to have a woman outside, and sent my mommy to a mental hospital. In the end, my mommy gave birth prematurely, and took me away. The key is that he is still obsessed with it. With the mistress! Do you think he is a scumbag? Uncle? "

"..." Li Beichen frowned slightly, feeling that the boy's story somewhat overlapped with that of himself and Wen Ning.

But I am definitely not such a scumbag.

He coughed lightly and said, "Don't want this kind of scumbag."

"..." Wen Ning, Jiujiu.

Mo Bao chuckled coldly, "Yeah, I also think my mother doesn't want him. Unless he kneels down and admits his mistake in tears, chasing his wife ninety-nine times in the crematorium is enough."

Li Beichen said "en" without comment.

Wen Ning immediately twitched.

"Oh, I see your family of three together. I'm so envious. Auntie, can I stay and play for a while?"

Mo Bao asked cautiously.

Wen Ning wants to vomit blood, has she become an ‘aunt’?

Before she could speak, Li Beichen was slightly startled by the "family of three". He looked deeply at Wen Ning and Jiujiu.

A family of three? The man's heart seemed to have been hit, and he felt swollen. He said in a good mood, "Okay."

"Jiujiu, let's take the kids to the living room to play!" He sounded like the man of the house.

Which onion are you?

Wen Ning looked on the verge of tears as he watched his two sons run into the living room hand in hand.

"Is your meal not ready yet?" Li Beichen turned his head and asked her with dignity and erectness.

The little woman, who was [-] meters tall, was too petite to look at him.

She glanced at him sideways, not wanting to pay attention, walked into the kitchen, and soon brought out sumptuous dishes.

"Jiujiu, it's time to eat." She called her son.

Li Beichen felt really hungry when he smelled the fragrance, so he sat down with dignity and aloofness.

"Kid, take off your mask and eat with us." He asked Mo Bao.

Wen Ning was a little nervous...

Mo Bao shook his head, "No, uncle, I can't take off the mask."

"Why?" The man glanced over inquiringly.

"I have an infectious disease, and I'm afraid I'll infect you!" Mo Bao smiled bitterly and pretended to remove it, "But if uncle doesn't dislike me..."

Wen Ning twitched his mouth fiercely and calmed down his breathing, this little drama queen!

"No need!" Li Beichen immediately stopped him with a dark face, "Just wear it."

As a man with a first-class mysophobia, he quickly carried Jiujiu a meter away and never mentioned taking off the mask again.

Jiujiu couldn't help but turned her head and smiled, winking at Mo Bao.

You're so cunning, Mo Bao, you're going to ruin your daddy.

Mo Bao also raised his eyebrows secretly.

"Okay, Jiujiu, hurry up and eat." Wen Ning secretly glared at the two bad guys, sat down, and picked up some food for his son.

As for Mo Bao, he had already eaten, so she didn't need to worry.

"Why didn't you put my rice in it?"

Li Beichen looked at it for a long time and found that there were no dishes or chopsticks in front of him. He became very unhappy and raised his head to question the woman.

"Hey, Mr. Li didn't eat?" Wen Ning said hypocritically, "Don't you have any hands or feet?"

She chose the ribs for her son.

Li Beichen's eyebrows darkened as he stared at the mountains of ribs in the Jiujiu bowl. They were rich in color, fragrant and light but not greasy.

He had to admit that this woman's cooking skills seemed to have improved after three years.

It's just that this differential treatment is too obvious.

The man got up unhappy. He was hungry and had to go into the kitchen and load his own food.

But when he opened the rice cooker with his big hand, he found that not a grain of rice was left inside:...

Li Beichen's face darkened fiercely, he strode out with long legs, gritted his teeth and said, "Wen Ning. Where is my food?"

Wen Ning raised his head casually, with a slight smile on his red lips, "Mr. Li's food is naturally at your home. My cooking skills are much worse than yours, and I don't dare to let you taste it. You'd better go home and eat with me." Kiss your fiancée’s food!”

"..."

Li Beichen's stern outline was tinged with darkness, and he sneered, "How naughty are you, eavesdropping on my conversation with my son."

"Who asked you to discredit me in front of Jiujiu? Do you think I am still the woman who only knew how to make tomato and egg noodles three years ago?" Wen Ning chuckled coldly.

When the topic of tomato and egg noodles was mentioned, the two fell silent again, and sweet memories were brought back, with inexplicable emotions.

Li Beichen's voice rolled, with a hint of unconsciousness, "Make me a bowl of noodles."

"Are you giving me money?" Wen Ning also concealed the slight discomfort in his eyes.

Someone coldly dropped a check for one million dollars on the table.

Wen Ning picked it up and went to the kitchen. After a while, he brought out a bowl of white water.

Li Beichen didn't say anything. He picked up his chopsticks and ate the noodles gracefully, while glancing at the ribs on Jiujiu's plate.

The woman was deboning the child with tenderness, removing all the thorns from the fish, and then feeding Jiujiu.

Jiujiu was so satisfied with her food that she was too lazy to move her little hands.

The way she took care of her children was tender and delicate, just like him.

He glanced at the four people on the table again. If the takeaway children were considered, they would die 'often'.

They really looked like a family of four, neat and tidy... The man's heart ached, and he took a deep breath to swallow the noodles in his mouth. The false happiness was beyond expectation and was often gone. He and she were torn apart and could not be restored.

After giving the woman a stern look, Li Beichen got up and left the dining table, going to the terrace to smoke.

"What happened to Daddy?" Jiujiu's mouth was full of sweet and sour sauce.

"Maybe seeing us like this reminds me that we should be a family of four." Mo Bao lowered his eyes with irony.

Jiujiu also fell silent, "I'm afraid Daddy always thought that Mo Bao was dead. I heard from Grandma Dong that he bought a mausoleum, but he never mentioned it to me. Sometimes he goes to see it himself."

Wen Ning's hand paused slightly, Mo Bao was right in front of him, but he didn't know...

Did he mourn Mo Bao and buy a mausoleum? But he was so cruel that he didn't want children.

Wen Ning told herself that she must not be soft-hearted, and that he must feel the pain and despair of her jumping into the sea.

Taking a deep breath, she touched the heads of her two sons, "Stop talking about him, you two have had enough trouble, Mo Bao, go to your uncle and grandpa quickly!"

"No, when I see Jiujiu and your family of three, I want to get involved." Mo Bao said in a rare coquettish way.

Of course Wen Ning knew Mo Bao's thoughts. He didn't like his scumbag father, but deep down in his heart he longed for the excitement of the family.

Forget it, there are very few opportunities to get along like this tonight, so just use it as an illusion to comfort the child.

"Then you go into the bedroom to play, Mo Bao, don't take off your mask."

"kindness!"

The two little guys went in, and it was obvious that they were in a good mood.

Wen Ning helplessly cleared the table, washed the dishes, and then went to the bathroom to wash Jiujiu's wet underwear.

The terrace is the living balcony, and Wen Ning took the tube to dry the clothes.

Li Beichen was holding a cigarette in his hand and stood silently. When he heard the movement, his narrow eyes under the smoke looked over.

It was as dark as a cold night, reflecting the lights of thousands of houses outside the window. It was not an exaggeration to describe this man with endless beauty.

But those deep eyes looking at her were dotted with bottomless blackness and coldness.

The two looked at each other, and the space they were alone in seemed to become very narrow, and their breaths merged for a moment.

Wen Ning couldn't breathe easily, so he picked up a clothes rack to hold up his clothes.

He stared at his thin white hands. Finally, he broke the silence and asked calmly, "Where is your uncle? He doesn't live with you?"

Wen Ning was stunned. Why did he mention his uncle?

She answered somewhat cautiously, "He was just released today and is temporarily living nearby."

"Are you happy that he was released?" Li Beichen suddenly turned around and asked her with unclear meaning.

? It's none of your business if Gao is unhappy. Does it have anything to do with you?