After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Wen Cheng's eyes widened: "Mom, you are threatening me!"

Wen Jian turned around without even looking at Wen Cheng: "If you don't want to go, go cook. I'll accompany Xiaobao."

Wen Cheng’s speed was so fast that an afterimage was left.

Wen Cheng stopped when he ran outside the living room.

I kept telling myself not to be anxious, not to be anxious, not to scare Xiaobao, not to scare Xiaobao, and then I slowly walked in.

Wen Yinuo, who had been waiting nervously in the living room for a long time, stopped being silent when he saw Wen Cheng reappear in front of him.

She jumped off the sofa and ran to Wen Cheng in her slippers. With tears in her round almond-shaped eyes, she asked timidly and aggrievedly:

"Brother, do you hate me?"

Wen Cheng, who was still thinking about how to start the topic, stopped thinking.

"No! Really not!"

"Why would Xiaobao think that?"

Wen Yinuo scratched his fingers and asked, "Why did my brother go to find mom alone just now?"

Wen Cheng hesitated for a fraction of a second between "making up an excuse to lie and having Wen Yinuo see through his misunderstanding" and telling the truth, and decisively chose the latter.

"I'm nervous." The boy, who was always arrogant and hypocritical in front of his peers and elders, was as obedient as a large puppy in front of Wen Yinuo.

"I'm afraid I'll say something wrong and make you hate me, Xiaobao."

"Why?" The timidity in Wen Yinuo's eyes faded a little, "Brother is willing to let me stay in your house, I should thank you brother."

Wen Cheng brought Wen Yinuo back to the sofa and sat him down, and seriously corrected his words:

"It's not my house."

"It's our home."

Almost two hours later, when Wen Jian came over with three simple dishes and a soup, he saw the two little ones huddled together, whispering to each other.

Children's friendship always comes quickly.

After resolving the most basic misunderstandings, with Wen Cheng's deliberate guidance, the relationship between the two children progressed by leaps and bounds, and they were able to talk to each other immediately.

So much so that he didn't even notice that Wen Jian had already brought the food over.

Wen Jian looked at the two little ones getting along with each other and didn't call them immediately.

After taking out my phone and taking a few photos, it was still not enough.

I went to the room and took out a professional camera, and took more than ten photos from various angles.

If the camera had not been put in front of the two little ones and discovered in the nineteenth photo, Wen Jian would have continued taking pictures.

"Mom." Wen Cheng looked shameless, "What are you doing?"

"I am leaving you with a memory of your life." Wen Jian spoke in a grand manner, "One day in the future, when you are in your twenties or thirties, you will see the photos you have taken now."

“Those are definitely precious memories that no amount of money can buy.”

"For example, Dabao, you climbed a tree before, but your feet slipped..."

"Mom!" Wen Cheng suddenly raised his voice, "Xiaobao said he's hungry!"

"Let's eat first!"

He has to find a way to shut up his mother.

Wen Yinuo, who was struggling to put the puzzle together, raised his head and looked at his new brother and new mother, his eyes full of confusion.

He didn't say he was hungry.

"Huh? When?" Wen Jian's attention was indeed diverted.

"Um, Mom, Mom." Wen Yinuo raised his hand weakly.

The children who had not been led astray were completely unable to respond to Wen Cheng who was grinning, winking and giving hints next to them.

"I'm not hungry yet."

"Don't worry about me, Mom."

Wen Cheng: ...

It's over.

"Hehehe." Wen Jian's face was full of loving smiles, "Wen Cheng, you don't have any shame at all. You used Xiaobao as a shield on the first day, right?"

Wen Cheng smiled guiltily:

"no no."

"Mom, you heard me wrongly. I didn't say anything."

Wen Jian actually really wanted Wen Cheng to feel the "love" from his mother.

Looking at Wen Yinuo, who was sitting on the sofa obediently with his eyes wide open, staring at her and Wen Cheng, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

In front of such a well-behaved kid, he assaulted another troublesome kid.

I feel guilty no matter how I think about it.

Wen Cheng obviously also discovered this.

Suppressing the corners of his mouth that were raised, Wen Cheng, feeling guilty, swaggered over and sat down next to Wen Yinuo.

Hehe, he now has a younger brother to protect him!

Wen Jian, who couldn't do anything about the shameless elder, decisively turned his target to Wen Yinuo.

Before today, Wen Yinuo had met Wen Jian many times, and the time he had spent with her, in total, was almost half a month.

In general, children tend to be more favorable toward their peers.

But at least that's based on the same familiarity.

Now, it was only the first day that Wen Yinuo met Wen Cheng.

Naturally, I prefer Wen Jian.

Wen Jian only said two sentences, and he obediently let Wen Jian carry him to the chair at the dining table.

Wen Cheng’s teeth were about to break.

"Okay, stop being angry." Wen Jian clicked his tongue, "Come and have dinner."

"Don't be like before, eating cold food..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Cheng teleported over and sat down.

He wanted to pick some food for Wen Yinuo, but he didn't know what the other person liked.

I could only eat my meal while secretly glancing at Wen Yinuo.

As he watched, the thought in Wen Cheng's mind changed from "I need to observe what Wen Yinuo likes to eat" to "Xiaobao is so cute."

Wen Jian just glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and then looked away with great disgust.

She couldn't understand how she could have turned a baby that was so well-behaved when she first picked him up into what it is now.

Forget it, let’s just look at her new cub.

The new cub took the spoon and put the rice into his mouth in small mouthfuls.

When eating food, he only eats what Wen Jian puts in his bowl with the serving chopsticks and never takes any food on his own initiative.

"Xiaobao, don't you like it?" Wen Jian put down his chopsticks and asked calmly and gently.

Wen Cheng picked at the bowl which was empty now and pricked up his ear to listen.

Wen Yinuo nervously clenched the spoon in his hand, pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.

In his vague memory, he saw that his past self seemed to be not allowed to choose vegetables.

Why, Wen Yinuo couldn’t remember.

Wen Jian noticed his nervousness and softened his voice:

"It's okay, our little treasure will think about it slowly."

"Forget it if you can't remember."

Wen Yinuo should have felt comforted by the gentle words, but he felt inexplicably wronged, and his tears fell uncontrollably one after another.

Wen Jian and Wen Cheng were both panicked. They were anxious to comfort Wen Yinuo and didn't know what to do with their hands and feet.

The tears on the child's face never stopped.

After several minutes, Wen Yinuo sobbed and replied:

"He, they won't let me pick up my chopsticks."

"They" refers not to the human traffickers who have been sent to prison, but only to Wen Yinuo's biological parents.

Wen Jian looked at Wen Yinuo's heartbreaking crying face and felt a tightness in his chest.

She really couldn't understand what kind of family would not want a child as well-behaved, cute and sensible as Wen Yinuo.

Not only did they not want the child, they even refused to send him to an orphanage and instead sold him directly to human traffickers.

People like that are not worthy of being parents.