The servant hurriedly agreed, and cleaned up the debris on the ground.

But despite this, there was still an ugly oil stain left on the carpet, Fu Mu's face was gloomy, and a pair of sharp eyes swept on Wen Ruan's body: "Wen Ruan, you go back first." ”

Immediately, he looked at Zhou Anqian, who was coaxing the baby at this time, and his tone was kinder: "Ting Xiao and An Qian stay, I have something to say." ”

Let her go first, is it to make room for Fu Tingxiao and Zhou Anqian?

Wen Rou's heart was sour, and he unconsciously rubbed the oil stain between his fingers, and asked tentatively: "Then, what about the baby?"

Hearing this, Fu's mother's eyebrows rose deeply, and she said unhappily: "Of course you stay here, anyway, you can't coax the child, the baby will follow you back, what should I do if I cry?"

Stay here.......

With a buzz, Wen Soft's mind went blank.

Why did her children stay here?

She picked her palm, her tense body trembled slightly, and she barely squeezed out a smile: "Mom, the baby is still young, staying here may disturb you and Dad to rest, let me take it back." ”

As soon as the words fell, Fu Mu's brows immediately furrowed, and she glanced at Wen Soft with extreme impatience, when did it take her turn to refute what she said?

The words of scolding were about to be spoken, but Fu Mu's eyes suddenly swept to Fu Tingxiao's face, the man's facial features were three-dimensional, his thin lips were pursed, his eyes were heavy, and his expression was condensed.

The words that originally came to his lips also turned a corner at this moment: "Go and go, take the child back." ”

There was a hint of impatience in his tone.

Wen Soft but didn't care at all, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and the servant took the baby back from Zhou Anqian's hand, and when the baby returned to his arms, Wen Soft's hanging heart was put down, and his eyes overflowed with joy: "Baby, mom will take you home." ”

"Young lady, this is something you have brought. The maid respectfully put the baby's things into a bag, stuffed them directly into the soft hand, and went about his business.

Wen Rou held the baby carefully with one hand, hooked the baby's things with his fingers, and the white cane was on the ground, making a sound, and quickly walked out of the Fu family's villa.

After getting into the car, she breathed a long sigh of relief, although she was still a little lost in her heart, but at least, she hugged her baby back.

The car slowly drove out of the courtyard of the Fu family's old house, and the baby in his arms played with the rubber duck in his hand, making a sharp sound, breaking the quiet atmosphere on the car.

"Baby, why didn't you listen to your mother just now?" gently stroked the baby's back, and the voice was soft and a little astringent.

"Quack!" the voice of the rubber duck sounded, noisy soft ears, the baby in his arms played with the toys in his hands, and his small mouth let out a hehe laugh: "Mom... Give... Mom..."

Mom?

Warm cork woodenly connected a few words, what else do you not understand?

This is the rubber duck sent by Zhou Anqian, he treats Zhou Anqian as his mother!

The bottom of my heart was like a nameless fire suddenly burning, and I stretched out my hand softly and touched the toy in the baby's hand, as if I was afraid of being snatched away by her, so I hid with the rubber duck.

In the dim car, the soft face was particularly gloomy, and he slapped the toy in the baby's hand: "You are my child, don't call other people's mother!"

The toy was suddenly knocked down, the baby's mouth glanced at it, tears fell down his cheeks, and the car was instantly filled with the baby's heart-rending cry.

The crying sound, as if awakening the soft reason, she hurriedly touched the toy in the car, sent it to the baby, and carefully hugged the baby, with a gentle tone: "It's the mother's fault, the mother's fault, the toys are given to you, and the mother is not good." ”

There was a sour and regret in my heart, what happened to me, what can an eight-month-old child understand?

The baby in his arms is still crying, but the voice is gradually quieter, lying in the soft arms and slowly closing his eyes, Wen Soft stretched out his hand to touch the baby's soft little face, there are tears hanging on it, wet.

Wen Soft's heart was broken, and he carefully wiped the tears on the baby's face, gently patted the child's back, and sang a lullaby.

The originally noisy car gradually quieted down, with soft eyes and empty eyes, and mixed tastes in my heart.

The car was parked outside the villa, and Wu's mother heard the sound of the car and was already waiting outside the car, helping Wen Rou to get out of the car.

"Madame, you're back. It was Wu's mother's gentle voice, and she reluctantly pulled out a smile, and entered the villa with the support of Wu's mother, and handed the baby to Wu's mother: "Take the baby back to the room to rest, he is already asleep." ”

Seeing that Wen Rou's face had a bad expression and that she was coming back alone, Wu's mother didn't ask much, hurriedly agreed, carefully took the baby from Wen Rou's arms, and sent the cane to Wen Rou's hand.

Wu's mother's footsteps faded away, she exhaled softly, and the white cane tapped on the ground, and slowly returned to the room.

As soon as I entered the door, the smell of laundry detergent came and the maid had already sent back the washed clothes.

Wen Rou touched his shirt, carefully folded it on the bed, felt the embroidery marks on the neckline, and the movements of Wen Soft's hands gradually slowed down.

Tomorrow, he will work with Zhou Anqian.

With a twitch in his heart for no reason, he hung his head softly, his long eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and he hooked the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly.

Isn't that what he wants most?

She took a soft breath and pursed her lips, he would be happier if he didn't have a superfluous person like herself.

It's like something is blocked, not up or down, and it's uncomfortable.

She rubbed her temples, eased her mood, and continued to help Fu Tingxiao sort out her clothes.

In the middle of the night, the dull footsteps gradually approached.

"You're back. Wen Ruan hurriedly got up and greeted Fu Tingxiao: "Mom, what did you say to Miss Zhou?"

Fu Tingxiao didn't answer, he walked closer, the moonlight shone, his tall figure cast a shadow, and the man's heavy gaze fell on the shirt in her hand.

The dark eyes looked extraordinarily bright in the dim moonlight, Fu Tingxiao's eyes became darker, and the emotions of the waves under his eyes were instantly, and one hand raised his soft chin.

Leaned over and kissed it.

"Hmm......" The other hand was domineering around Wen Soft's waist, and in the middle of the whirlwind, Wen Soft came back to his senses and was pressed on the bed, and the clothes he had just sorted out were all pressed under him.

A kiss parted, her soft hand resting on his solid chest, and she gasped quietly to remind him, "Clothes!"

Fu Tingxiao didn't speak, rudely ripped off the clothes under her and threw them on the ground, and then kissed them again.

Wen Rou heard the movement, turned his head sideways, quickly lowered his eyelashes, and pushed him with his arm: "Tomorrow is the first time you go to work with Miss Zhou, I specially prepared it, it won't be good if it is crumpled." ”