I didn't know the meaning of the song at first [entertainment]

At that time, Pei Zhendong probably had the idea of ​​seizing power, so he had to pretend to be a man without heirs to the end. Tian Min was raised outside all the time, had clothes to wear, schooled, fed and warm. Although his surname was also Pei, he could not Called Pei Zhendong's father, every parent meeting is a nanny...

It wasn't until the age of 16 that I officially called my father as a godson...

"I really have nothing to do with him. It's just acting. I haven't even held hands. I sent you a message to explain it at the first time. It was really forced by the situation..." Mentioning Tian Min, Wen Yi couldn't bear it. Stop explaining.

"Information? What information??" Pei Wanchu blinked. Why are there so many things I don't know tonight?

"Before Tian Wen and I announced our engagement news, I sent you a message." Wen Yi grabbed his phone and opened the top dialog box. After they met again, they almost worked together during the day and talked when they were not together. At work, they were all voice calls. Speaking of which, the two of them didn't even chat at all, so there wasn't much information. After he dialed twice, he found the message from a few months ago.

The phone screen was in front of Pei Wanchu's eyes. He glanced at the time and saw the last three words: I love you.

"Oh, I dropped my phone in the water after I got off the plane that day, so I bought a new one."

Although time has passed and this news is not so important, but if he saw it at that time, what would he think?Do you trust him?

Pei Wanchu shook slightly, maybe it's still hard to believe it?Then you will be unknown and have nothing, so what qualifications do you have to believe?

"You still don't believe it?"

"No, actually I never..." Pei Wanchu didn't know how to express it, saying that he didn't believe that their engagement was too fake, and that he believed that Wenyi only liked herself, which was too self-confident.That morning at Yu Hot Spring, he didn't believe everything Tian Min said when he came to the door, and he didn't believe how many people had crawled over Wen Yi's bed...

It's just that he was really sad later...

"Forget it, it's over, it's all my fault. I won't make you sad because of these things in the future, go to sleep." Wen Yi moved his wrist, and pulled Pei Wanchu who was lying flat into his arms and faced him, Patting him on the back is like coaxing a child...

Pei Wanchu closed his eyes, thinking a lot in an uncontrollable mess, and finally fell asleep after thinking that he was tired. He felt that he had not slept for long, and the heat source around him left. He closed his eyes and grasped habitually, and his hand was caught.

A kiss on the back of the hand...

The birds were chirping outside the window, Pei Wanchu opened his eyes, the strong sunlight illuminated the room through the thick curtains, and the strong smell of tobacco in his breath was a bit irritating.

He moved his imprisoned body, and heard a voice above his head: "Are you awake?"

He hummed, his nasal voice thick.

"It's only past ten o'clock, do you want to sleep again?" Wen Yi's voice was completely different from his, clear and clear, without the sticky vigor of getting up early.

Before Pei Wanchu finished speaking, she moved her body and lay down on the bed, Wen Yi's hand patted his back lightly, from neck to waist, along the spine like a docile kitten.

He would prop up his body when lying on his stomach: "Get up."

"You wash up first, come down for breakfast."

"Huh?" Pei Wanchu turned her head, only to see Wen Yi's chin was smooth, her hair was meticulous, and she looked like she had finished washing long ago.

He frowned, did this person get up early?His confusion seemed unexpected to Wen Yi, Wen Yi smiled, leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth lightly.

"Good morning."

Wen Yi doesn't know how to cook, and the breakfast is very simple, with slices of bread in a bag, and fried eggs with barely distinct yolks.

There was a small bowl of thawed pork ribs on the cabinet, and a few small potatoes that had been peeled and soaked in water.

"When did you get up?" The ribs must have thawed for at least an hour or two, so Wen Yi got up early to prepare.

"Have a meeting for them, and then get it done by the way, and then sleep with you for a meeting after the end."

Wen Yi opened the refrigerator door to get milk, the refrigerator was full of fruit, vegetables, juice...

"When are you leaving?" How could he finish eating so many things?

Wen Yi's hand for pouring milk froze: "Boss Pei, are you busy chasing customers so soon?"

Pei Wanchu immediately explained: "I'm the guest... Chinese New Year is coming soon. Aren't you going back to spend the New Year with your family?"

Wen Yi didn't answer right away, but stood in front of the microwave with his back on his back, turning the glass half full of milk in the stove...

After putting the warmed milk in front of Pei Wanchu, Wen Yi opened his mouth.

"You are the master, you are the family."

Although Zhao Yuanqing is Wen Yi's biological father and Wen Yi is his first son, the relationship between father and son is not deep.

During the few years when Wen Yi was born, Zhao Yuanqing was busy showing his abilities and ambitions, making his wife and father-in-law think highly of him. Although the child had a nanny, Wen Zhi had taken him to work since he was over one year old. waiting for the office.

Work and eat with my mother.

After school, everyone who checks homework every day, tutors homework, and attends parent-teacher meetings is known.

Zhao Yuanqing probably only contributed one sperm to this son.

But he didn't feel much guilt, after all, he even changed his surname to Wen...

His mother passed away suddenly, and Wen Yi was hit hard. Zhao Yuanqing was very busy, and didn't know how to comfort his son. Lu Zhi's mother took Wen Yi back and brought the two children together.

Wen Shu and her sister look alike, which relieved Wen Yi's pain of losing her mother to a certain extent.

Then, Zhuo Jing, Zhao Yuanqing's all-round assistant, brought her son to live at home in the name of convenient work.

Zhao Yuanqing was still young, and no one asked him to be a widow and set up an archway. Everyone knew what this meant, but the reason no one said it was because Zhao Yuanqing said that he would not remarry, and everything about the Wen family would be heard in the future.This invisibly stabilized the hearts of the veterans who followed Wen's family to fight for the country.

Wen Yi was even more reluctant to go back, the trace of his mother in the house was replaced by another person, that child who was not even remotely similar to him chased him sweetly and called him brother, with a flattering look on his face.

No matter how you look at it, nothing compares to Lu Zhi who is lying on his bed, crying and telling him to go away...

In the second year of high school, he moved to live alone near the school on the grounds of heavy study, and completely left home...

Lu Zhi's father's family also has a lot of property. Although it is not as good as Wen's family, it is also very busy during the Spring Festival. He stays by himself most of the time. Wen's family has banquets, and he needs to appear as the future heir. ...

In the first few years, Zhao Yuanqing would make phone calls and try his best to get him to go back for the New Year, but later he just sent a message and asked politely.

Wen Yi's tone was indifferent, as if talking about other people's family affairs.

"I don't want to believe that he teamed up with others to kill my mother, but I also don't believe that he didn't notice Zhuo Jing's every move. If he cared more about my mother back then, if he hadn't had any trouble with Zhuo Jing In a proper relationship, I will not be ten years old without a mother, and you will not be six years old without a father, and you will be displaced with your mother."

"The blood relationship can't be broken, and the debt I owe can't be settled. I don't have the ability to travel through time and space to go back to the past to save the future. I can only do my best to protect the people I want to protect, including you."

Speaking of his mother, Wen Yi's voice was finally no longer calm and indifferent, and he took a deep breath.

"I have expelled all of Zhuo Jing's cronies and her son, as well as some unclear people on Zhenhuan's side, as well as Pei Zhendong's new project, which should be optimized and abolished. Their compensation is higher than the law. Everyone should be able to have a good year."

The white bread that Pei Wanchu was chewing in his mouth was originally smeared with strawberry jam, but it tasted very sour...

"I didn't share the DNA of Zhuo Jing's son. To let him lose everything immediately is to be grateful to him for giving birth to me. Now he and I only have benefits. He helps me manage Wen's, and I let him grow old and stable." It means that when he said this sentence, he said it in a completely different tone than when he said "Pei Wanchu is a family member" just now.

stiff, cold...

"Then let's celebrate the New Year together, I'm alone anyway..." Pei Wanchu swallowed the last bite of bread, picked up the cup and drank a few sips of milk, the choking feeling in his heart finally dissipated.

"From now on, I want to spend every birthday and every Spring Festival with you, can Xiao Chu do it?"

Pei Wanchu raised his head and met Wenyi's eyes, the dark eyes reflected his small shadow, he couldn't say anything to refuse.

"it is good."

After breakfast, Pei Wanchu naturally walked to the kitchen counter, before touching the ribs with his outstretched hand, Wen Yi grabbed his wrist and pulled him aside.

"You guide, and I'll do it. Your hand is the hand that writes the script and signs it. Don't do these rough jobs..." Wen Yi stuffed a cup of freshly ground coffee into his hand after speaking.

Holding the cup in both hands, Pei Wanchu leaned against the pool, directing Wenyi to wash the pork ribs, soak them in water, and cut potatoes.

After the pork ribs were blanched, when it was time to put them into the pot, Wen Yi opened the kitchen, and there were none of the ingredients that Pei Wanchu had mentioned, except ginger.

"It's okay, eat the same."

After drinking a cup of coffee, Wen Yi washed the cup and stuffed him with a cup of hot water, always holding something warm in his hand, which warmed his heart.

"You started cooking at a very young age?" Wen Yi asked.

"My mother needed to receive treatment from time to time when I was about ten years old. She might be worried that I would starve myself to death when I was away, so I started to learn to cook noodles and rice by myself when I was about seven or eight years old..."

Although Western-style cuisine is not as rich as Chinese-style cuisine, there are many ready-made foods, such as spaghetti bolognese, grilled sausage, etc., make rice or noodles, heat it and pour it on for a meal.

Although rough, the taste is not too difficult to swallow, and it can be full.

Later it was Joe and William who fed him.

Pei Wanchu slowly told about the past that he never told anyone.

"Why did your mother teach you to do this at such a young age?"

Wen Yi only knew that Pei Wanchu's mother died of illness that year. Before he arrived at Cemetery No. 43, he even thought that at least one of Pei Wanchu's parents was still alive. He had no way of knowing about his childhood life and was full of curiosity.

When he was a child, Pei Wanchu should be regarded as being pampered and brought up. How could his mother be willing to let him be a few years old. He was not tall enough for the stove, so he had to use a stool to handle the cooking.

Pei Wanchu took a deep breath: "Perhaps from the moment my father passed away, my mother was preparing for her departure."

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