When Wen Ziqing was conscious again, he only felt that it was dark in front of him, and his body seemed to be lying in a hot spring, warm and comfortable.

Where is this? As soon as this thought flashed through Wen Ziqing's mind, a sharp voice rang out, crying and screaming, although the voice was raised an octave, Wen Ziqing could still tell that it was Wu Xiuli's voice.

"Sister Aimei, you hit me! I don't mean it, I don't mean it, I ······ It was Yulong who asked me to come here, and he said he liked me, me, I was drunk, I didn't know anything, I really didn't know how we could sleep in the same bed. ”

"Get out. Cao Aimei's voice was icy.

"Aimei, it's my fault, I'm drunk, I think Xiaoli is you, it's all my fault, don't blame Xiaoli. Wen Yulong's voice was full of pain and regret.

"Sister Aimei, huh······ I didn't expect this, I like the Jade Dragon, but I never thought of snatching it. What Wu Xiuli said was pitiful, which made Wen Ziqing want to vomit when she heard it.

This pair of scumbags and, what are they doing? What do they want their mother to do? Wen Ziqing was so angry that she couldn't help but struggle.

A gentle big hand patted Wen Ziqing's body, making a slight "dong dong" sound. Cao Aimei's gentle voice rang out: "Baby, mom is here!"

Is this in my mother's womb? I'm still an unborn baby? Wen Ziqing was stunned, and then a little shy.

What the hell is going on outside? Is Wen Yulong and Wu Xiuli joining forces to bully their mother? The two of them are rolling together so early? No! He can't let this pair of scumbags and bully his mother! He wants to see what the hell is going on, by the way, he is a monk, he has divine sense.

After Wen Ziqing came to his senses, he lay down in the warm amniotic fluid and let go of his senses.

The first thing Wen Ziqing saw was a room. Looking at the arrangement of mahogany furniture in the room, Wen Ziqing remembered that this was the home he had stayed in for four years in his childhood, the dormitory building given to Wen Yulong by the Southeast Military District. These mahogany furniture is Cao Aimei's dowry.

The room was a little messy, and Cao Aimei stood in front of the bed, looking at the two Hongguoguo people on the bed with an expressionless face. Most of the big red satin quilt on the bed fell to the ground and was hanging at Cao Aimei's feet. The two pillows on the bed were being held by Wen Yulong and Wu Xiuli, covering their key parts.

Cao Aimei felt that the children under her hands were no longer kicking, and then let go of her hand.

Cao Aimei's eyes were cold, she didn't look at Wu Xiuli, she just stared at Wen Yulong and asked, "Wen Yulong, what do you say now?"

"Aime, I ······" Wen Yulong gritted his teeth, raised his head and said, "Aimei, it's my fault, can you forgive me and forgive Xiaoli?"

"Forgive you, how to forgive, will we divorce and fulfill you?" Cao Aimei's mouth showed a hint of sneer.

"No, Aime, you know that I love you, and I don't divorce. If we get divorced, Dad won't let me go. Wen Yulong's body trembled, remembering the stick that Wen Yiran had used mercilessly when he taught their brothers a few lessons. Wen Yulong knew that if Aimei wanted to divorce because of his bastard, his father would definitely beat him to death.

"Then what do you say you should do? And what are you going to do with this woman?" Cao Aimei held her waist with one hand, and stroked her round belly with the other hand, and the maternal glow emanating from her face. Cao Aimei turned back after asking this sentence, with her back to the pair of men and women on the bed, to be honest, Cao Aimei was sick to her stomach when she saw such a slut. If it weren't for the child in her belly, she wouldn't even talk to Wen Yulong now.

"Aime, we don't get divorced. Xiaoli and I will not meet again, you believe me. Wen Yulong made a decision immediately. Compared with Cao Aimei, Wu Xiuli is a few years younger than Cao Aimei, what is there like Cao Aimei?

"Brother Yulong~!" Wu Xiuli's voice turned back and forth, full of pain and disbelief.

"Xiaoli, I'm sorry for you, I'll change you to a better job, and then give you two hundred yuan, I hope you ······ Forget me!" Wen Yulong hurriedly made a promise. If Wu Xiuli kept grasping this matter, he Wen Yulong would be unlucky immediately. In this era, it is impossible for people with undecent styles to have a good future.

"Brother Yulong, I'm ······ Wow~!" Wu Xiuli cried loudly. Wu Xiuli knew that Wen Yulong was ready to give up on her, Wu Xiuli's cry was full of unwillingness, why couldn't she marry Brother Yulong? Why couldn't she be Mrs. Wen? Is her background too low? There is no good parent, and she is not willing? She is already like this, why would Brother Yulong rather choose Cao Aimei, an "old" woman, than choose herself, she hates it, she hates it so much!

It's all her! It's all this woman who occupies Mrs. Wen's position, if it weren't for her, would she ······

As soon as this thought appeared, it kept growing in Wu Xiuli's mind. Wu Xiuli gritted her teeth, didn't care that her whole body was still naked, she stepped under the bed and stepped on it, shouting in her mouth: "Sister Aimei, it's all my fault, you hit me!

Cao Aimei turned her back to the bed, but she didn't expect Wu Xiuli to rush towards her. Wu Xiuli's momentum was very strong, and after Cao Aimei staggered forward for a few steps, she was entangled in the quilt under her feet and tripped on the ground.

Wen Ziqing only felt a huge momentum smashing towards him, his heart tightened, his divine sense withdrew into his body, and he couldn't see what was happening in the room.

"Oops~!I didn't mean to, Sister Aimei, are you okay?" Wu Xiuli looked at Cao Aimei holding her stomach in pain, and her heart was finally refreshed.

"Xiaoli, don't hurry up and get dressed, do you want to recruit everyone to the house?"

Wen Ziqing only heard Wen Yulong scold, and then fell into a coma again.

When Wen Ziqing was conscious again, he was being held in his hand.

"Ouch, my eldest grandson~! It's the first time I've gone back to my grandmother's house when I'm so old! Feng Xueying held a month-old Wen Ziqing in her hand and looked at it again and again with a smile on her face. This is the first child of their old Wen family, the eldest son and eldest grandson!

"Mom, the child is a little heavy, tired of holding, or give it to me, the child doesn't like to eat all the way, I just made some milk powder for him. Wu Xiuli stood aside and looked at Wen Ziqing in Feng Xueying's hand with a loving face.

"I'll come!" Feng Xueying took the milk bottle in Wu Xiuli's hand and stuffed it into Wen Ziqing's mouth. Wen Ziqing turned his head and refused to give in. He's dozens of years old, what kind of milk does he eat? Shame on him!

Huh, isn't he a little BB? How can he have a little BB who is dozens of years old? Wen Ziqing was stunned.