You Can't Be Fierce Towards Me!

After the members of the Jiao family left, there were only three people left in the main hall.

Wen Tian stood beside Fu Youqin, the mother and son stood on the same front, and Wen Boli, whose complexion changed several times, stood alone at the other end.Without the presence of outsiders, the contradictions between each other became more and more prominent.

There was an icy silence in the room, and the sound of Wen Boli's heavy breathing and the sound of cloth rubbing against each other was particularly clear.

"Ms. Qin..."

Stretching out her hand to support the bun on the back of her head, Fu Youqin ignored her husband who was hesitant to speak, and the loose hem of her clothes rolled out like a cloud, and she left with Wen Huang.

Without Wen Boli's presence, and after cleaning up the Jiao family, Wen Tian's mood visibly improved, and his heels bumped when he walked.Contrary to his joy, Fu Youqin next to him bent his straight back slightly after going out, his expression full of exhaustion and disappointment.

After Wen Tian realized his mother's emotions, the little joy in his heart settled down, and he walked silently with his obviously depressed mother for a while. Wen Huang stopped on purpose and pointed to the pavilion on the right, "Mother, The flowers in the garden are all blooming, can you sit with me?"

He was stunned for a moment, looking at Wen Huang's eyes widened on purpose, Fu Youqin could not guess what he was thinking, every time he wanted something before, Wen Tian always used this trick to please her.

Even if you grow up, such a small habit can't be changed.

The mother and son went to the pavilion one after another, and Wen Tian wiped the stone bench clean before letting her sit down.

There was a long stone bench, and Wen Tian sat down next to Fu Youqin. He was more than half a head taller than Fu Youqin, but he put his head on Fu Youqin's shoulder and rubbed it lightly just like when he was a child.This is the tactic he used to be coquettish when he was a child, but now that he uses it when he grows up, it is somewhat awkward and jerky.

Fu Youqin patted him on the head, with a smile on his face, "I'm not ashamed at this age."

"Does mother dislike me?"

"I don't think so." Pointing her finger between his eyebrows, Fu Youqin teased, "I'm afraid your wife will dislike you in the future."

Wen Huang didn't take it seriously in his heart, but in fact, besides trying to make people happy, he also wanted to tell his mother about Wen Boli's concubine.

But things like reviving the first life sounded too ridiculous. Even now, he often wondered if he was having a long dream. He couldn't believe it completely, so how could he make others believe it?

Rolling his eyes twice, Wen Tian decided not to talk about the rebirth for the time being. Anyway, he just needs to let his mother know about the disgusting things Wen Boli did. As for how he knew, isn't it up to him to make up the reason?

A servant came over with the brewed tea, and drove the servant away. Wen Tian sat up straight and poured a cup of tea for Fu Youqin himself, his previous coquettish and obedient expression also restrained.

Fu Youqin didn't know why he changed, but from his appearance, he knew that his son had something to say to him.

With lowered eyes, he pondered his words, Wen Tian tightened his fingers hidden under the table, but said in his mouth: "Last month... I saw my father outside the town..."

As he spoke, he raised his head slowly, Wen Tian paid attention to Fu Youqin's expression, and slowly finished the unfinished words, "He is with a woman...the movements are very intimate."

Fu Youqin's expression remained unchanged, but her fingers tightened slightly as she pinched the handkerchief. Seeing her son's cautious expression, she forced a smile, "Don't be afraid, what else did you see?"

Swallowing, Wen Tian's heart was pounding, he was still not good at making up lies on the spot, he clenched his fingers, and he continued: "I saw them go to the official road in a carriage."

In fact, it was the last life, and Wen Tian didn't know where Wen Boli hid the concubine and the concubine. In the last life, Wen Boli took the initiative to bring him back after he was promoted to Qingyang. No one cared about finding out where the person was hiding before, and Wen Tian only knew that the other party didn't seem to be in Sifang Town before.

He casually mentioned a time when Wen Boli was away, as long as his mother became suspicious and went to investigate, she could always find clues.

After Wen Tian finished speaking, looking at Fu Youqin's face, he added cautiously, "I thought I was delusional, but today..." He purposely didn't finish his sentence, Wen Boli's performance today can be said to have been torn off Putting on a mask that has been disguised for many years, and pushing his own daughter into the fire pit for his own official career, it seems less shocking than raising a foreign room.

"I see." Fu Youqin sighed softly. He had experienced too many things today, and the person next to him who was familiar with him in the past had completely changed his face. Even the innocent young son seemed to be hiding a lot of things on his mind.The previous cognition was overturned, and Fu Youqin was exhausted from dealing with it, but seeing Wen Huang's cautious expression, he was a little relieved.

At least she had a pair of children to accompany her, and the youngest son, who always liked to act coquettishly, also had a heart. Fu Youqin touched his head, but couldn't help but lean her face against his chest.

This is a posture of relying on. In the past, Wen Tian always relied on the one, but now the roles are suddenly changed. Wen Tian is at a loss and gently pats his mother's back, just like his mother coaxed him when he was a child.

The person leaning on the chest just lowered his head for a moment, and after a while Fu Youqin raised his head, it was still the gentle and noble lady.

Tucking the loose sideburns behind her ears, Wen Tian pursed her lips, and said seriously: "No matter what mother decides, I will stand by your side, and my sister will definitely be the same."

"Okay," Fu Youqin smiled, pinching the flesh of his cheek with his fingers, "much more clever than before."

Wen Tian didn't understand, so he covered his face, he just felt that the woman's emotions changed too quickly, and he couldn't understand why he was pinched.

After being separated from his mother in the garden, Wen Tian felt a lot more relaxed, and slowly returned to the east courtyard, where he saw Chu Xiangtian lying on the roof basking in the sun, saw Wen Tian enter the door, and greeted him.

"!!!" Staring at the smiling man, Wen Tian questioned, "What are you doing on the roof?!"

"Basking in the sun." Chu Xiangtian put his hands on his head and put his right foot on his left leg, looking very leisurely, "The sun is very warm, come up?"

Wen Tian: "..."

Unable to resist the temptation, Wen Tian looked at the high eaves, pursed his lips and nodded.Chu Xiangtian laughed out loud, sat up and stretched out a hand towards him, "Step on that rock, and I will carry you up."

Wen Tian looked at the landscape stone on the left, and stood on it without much hesitation, puffing up his cheeks. The height of the pad was just enough for Chu Xiangtian to bend down and grab him.

Grabbing his armpit, Chu Xiangtian firmly carried him up, and being hugged tightly by those big hands, Wen Tian personally felt how strong the man was.

He hugged him up effortlessly, but Chu Xiangtian didn't let go immediately, and even shook him in his arms, and said with a smile, "Why is it so light and fluffy like a piece of paper?"

Wen Dian punched him, and asked him to put himself down with a straight face, but the soft fist landed on Chu Xiangtian's strong chest. Chu Xiangtian didn't hurt, but his hand hurt. This fist was real. After exerting all his strength, he hurt himself, and Wen Tian's eyes quickly turned red.

Chu Xiangtian was frightened by his ability to cry when he said that he was about to cry, so he hurriedly took off his robe and put it on the roof, let him sit down, squeezed his hand nervously to check, and he couldn't laugh or cry, "This can't be blamed. me."

Wen Tian actually didn't want to cry, it was just a physiological reaction just now, he sniffed, then retracted his hand sullenly and stopped talking.

Seeing him hugging his knees like a wronged little animal curled up into a ball, Chu Xiangtian's eyes moved, and he reached out to poke his exposed half of the cheek.Soft and warm, and a little slippery on the hand.

Chu Xiangtian couldn't hold back and poked it twice.

Wen Tian raised his head in annoyance, pushed the man who came close to him away, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't make noise."