In the evening, the four people at the table had different expressions.

Wang Xueyan was unspeakably worried, Chen Chen was hiding a secret fun, Song Yizhen kept peeking at her daughter, and Xia Ziqing was a little lost.

All of them know some common facts, but they don't say them for one reason or another. Chen Chen remembered that he asked Wen Yihua in the afternoon: "I'll make an appointment for you today, right?"

Smelling a painting, he said, "No, I'll talk about it later." ”

She was so anxious that she couldn't hide her words: "How many days do you have to wait?"

"Two or three days!" there was a deliberately suppressed expectation in Wen Yihua's voice.

Chen Chen said: "You will get an unexpected surprise. Mr. Wen, don't let go this time, okay? No matter what difficulties you encounter, you will face them together. You can all love each other twice! ”

Wen Yihua said seriously: "Li Mingze is my brother, my twin brother. ”

At this time, Chen Chen was struggling to judge in his heart whether Wang Xueyan knew the truth. Compared with the daytime, Wang Xueyan was silent a lot, and sat on the sofa silently after eating, until Chen Chen sat next to her, and she didn't react.

But when Xia Ziqing sat down opposite her, she looked at him with a blank face, and he calmly met her gaze, conveying a message: If you want to know, go to him yourself!

was so sullen for two days in a row, Song Yizhen took out her previous photos at school from time to time, and commented while looking at them: "This Li Mingze in your class looks exactly the same as Wen Yihua." ”

At first, Wang Xueyan didn't answer, but Song Yizhen pretended to be a little too much, and kept commenting on the photos. Wang Xueyan looked at her suspiciously: "You also know?"

"Eh?" Song Yizhen just wanted to deliberately find an excuse to lead the topic to Wen Yihua, but she didn't expect her to ask such a question, she was stunned, "What do you know?"

Wang Xueyan said: "Ming Ze and a painting are to twins. ”

It turns out that she also knew. Song Yizhen thought and pulled her to sit down: "Well, do you know who their father is?"

Wang Xueyan was inexplicably nervous in her heart! Because of Wen Yihua's life experience and the grievances of her parents, she chose to leave, at this time, her mother won't bring up the topic again, right?

Unexpectedly, Song Yizhen stopped his gaze on her abdomen: "They are your Uncle Li's sons." ”

Her eyes gradually widened, and she was so shocked that she couldn't speak, Song Yizhen hurriedly called: "Xue Yan?"

A layer of mist blindfolded her eyes, and she clenched Song Yizhen's hand: "My God, how can this be?"

"I'd love to know, too. Yesterday, your Uncle Li came to me, hoping to let you marry Yihua. As for me, I told him about your physical condition as well. Song Yizhen said to her slowly.

She couldn't believe what Song Yizhen said: "Mom, don't worry, I won't let you face people you don't want to see in the second half of your life." There are a lot of situations that I can't control, but at least I have to learn to control myself. ”

Song Yizhen shook her head: "Xue Yan, after going through these things, I have already figured it out." Only when you are happy, will I be truly happy. In the past few months, I have seen that Xiao Xia is really good to you, but when I think about it, you are just a formal marriage, and my heart is particularly unpleasant. Your Uncle Li is right, we can't be a stumbling block for you. It's really wrong to keep it in my mind after all these years. No matter how much you hate it, it's time to disappear. ”

This made Wang Xueyan's eyes even redder, and she only whispered, "Mom... ”

Song Yizhen patted her hand: "This time, Mom, please rest assured, Mom is telling the truth." In order to hide from Li Xuanwen, you want to have children, but you can't tell Wen Yihua that you can fake marriage with Xiao Xia. You've taken so many steps back, what else can't I back?"

Wang Xueyan hugged her so sadly that she hugged her tightly: "Mom, I don't know how to thank you." ”

patted her on the back: "Silly child, it's mom who wants to say sorry to you." I thought about it again, even if Miss Hua disagrees, you have to insist this time. ”

Wang Xueyan lowered his head and said, "Don't talk about this, I haven't figured out how to face a painting yet!"

"He's such a good kid, he'll definitely understand you. Song Yizhen comforted her.

She looked guilty: "It's because he understands me so well that I feel I can't face it." Mom, you know what? He knows about my pregnancy. Why didn't he come to me?"

Song Yizhen is much more sensible: "Don't guess, I have sorted out these things, and I feel that there must be relevant connections and reasons for each case." The best solution is not guessing, but communicating. ”

"I still want to see him!" Wang Xueyan said sincerely.

The mother and daughter were talking, and Chen Chen came back: "Auntie, aunt, I just saw a lot of cute baby clothes in Intime Department Store. I want Xue Yan to accompany me to have a look. ”

Song Yizhen said curiously: "Do you have a child?"

Chen Chen interrupted her angrily and angrily: "What's the matter, I want to buy it for Xueyan Baby!"

Wang Xueyan was sullen: "I don't want to go out!"

Song Yizhen persuaded: "Go out for a walk, don't be bored at home." Since you come back, you've been at home almost every day!"

Unable to resist them, Wang Xueyan was pulled by Chen Chen to Lakeside Intime City.

She rarely goes shopping, very little before, and very little now. But when I'm with Wen Yihua, I always like to take her to the mall.

Or come to dinner, or come to watch a movie with her, no matter how bad it is, I feel happy to wander around. Also very fond of taking her to buy clothes, yes, to take her to buy clothes. Walking here, even around the corner, is full of memories.

Wang Xueyan was in a trance, and he didn't have much to do to shop, so Ren Chen Chen pulled himself, and he would go into this store for a while, and then he would go into that store to take a look.

In the end, I finally came to the mother and baby store she said.

Wang Xueyan prepared the baby's clothes, but when she walked into the mother and baby store and saw these pink, tender, crispy and soft baby cotton products, her heart was melted.

Walking between the shelves, her fingers running over the rows of delicate clothes, the soft touch coming from her fingertips, she couldn't help but smile.

More than once, I have imagined what my baby will look like, what it will look like in these clothes with little arms and legs?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but pick up a small set of clothes from the shelf and put it in the palm of her hand. Don't stroke it gently with one hand, like stroking a cat.

She exuded a kind of maternal softness and charm around her, a gentle expression, an indifferent WeChat, a longing expression, and slow movements, which made the person who was quietly watching her not far away look dumbfounded.