"Touching is not love." Wen Yimo saw the doubts in my heart, paused and said, "I didn't live with her."

I was stunned, "Then why do you have her clothes in your apartment?" ”

The key is still in the wardrobe in the master bedroom......

Wen Yimo sneered and rubbed my hair, "Fool, that's your clothes, the clothes I bought for you." ”

"Mine?"

He nodded, his eyes a little confused: "Because I don't know what style of clothes, shoes, and bags you like now, and I don't know when you will come back, and whether we can still be together." Although I have countless unknowns in my mind, every time the weather gets cold or hot, I will go to buy women's clothes, and I will buy a few pieces of various styles of clothes, as if it is instinctive, as if you are by my side. ”

My heart was shocked, it turned out that Wen Yimo was thinking about me all the time.

Wen Yimo smiled, "It's really naïve to think about it back then. ”

My nose was sore, and tears were falling in large gulps.

In my last life, I must have blessed mankind, and in this life I will be so lucky to meet someone who loves me so much.

"Chenxi, I won't talk about it in the future, don't cry, okay." Wen Yimo was so nervous when he saw me crying that he didn't know what to do, so he wiped away my tears in a hurry.

Looking at his nervous appearance, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I know that Wen Yimo has not changed, he is still the same Yimo who is considerate of me, pampers me, and is reluctant to let me get hurt.

Wen Yimo, obviously you are in front of me, I always feel so unreal, I am really afraid that this is a dream, and when the dream wakes up, you will leave.

I really love you so much, I love you so much that I can't help myself.

I've spent all my good fortune when I met you, but I'm not sure if I'm inseparable from you.

"Let's get back together." Wen Yimo pressed to my ear and whispered.

I had mixed feelings in my heart, and at the same time I was happy and at the same time had a little more worry and guilt. opened his mouth, but the good words became when they came to his mouth: "I don't know how to face Yuanyuan and face everyone, and I don't want to see Yuanyuan sad and sad."

From the very beginning, our relationship was not favored by everyone and was not blessed. What separates me from Wen Yimo is not only Wang Yuan, but also the resolute opposition of Wen Dong and my father.

These gaps cannot be solved with a single "good" word.

I saw the loss and pain in Wen Yimo's eyes that was difficult to hide, and he made another concession: "Then let's hide it from everyone first, okay?" As if afraid that I would refuse, he continued before I could speak: "Isn't it popular to hide marriage now? We can 'hide' our feelings. ”

"Okay, when Wang Yuan finds a home, we will be together openly." I pulled away Wen Yimo's arm and leaned into his arms.

Time, time, please stay in this moment, I just want to snuggle in his arms for a little longer.

"Well, at least that way you won't get hurt." Wen Yimo looked preoccupied.

I looked up and asked him, "Huh?" What the? ”

Wen Yimo pressed my head back, "It's okay." ”

Not long after, I looked up again and asked him, "Ah, by the way, what time is it, I'm going to the company."

My head was pressed back again, and I rubbed around like a lively rabbit in Wen Yimo's arms, and he simply tightened my arms with his arms.

I gently slapped him on the chest and said, "Okay, I'm really leaving."

Wen Yimo's big palm slid down to clamp my waist, picked up my chin with one hand, kissed it deeply, and then let go contentedly.

After finishing the work at the company, I booked a ticket back to City A, and the construction site is still being demolished and constructed, and the foundation was only started after two months, so I worked in City A during this time.

There was a difference of more than 40 minutes from the flight, and when I was packing up my things, I received a call from home, and I didn't have to guess to know that it must be my family's future handsome guy and now Mengbao - An Ming.

The excited voice of the little guy came from the phone: "Hey? Mom, are you back? ”

I rolled my eyes and asked him pretending to be angry, "Am I old?" I'm only in my twenties, right? ”

An Ming asked rhetorically, "How old am I?"

"Three-year-old, what's wrong?"

"That's right, you're twenty-six, I'm three years old, ...... difference" An Ming paused, only to hear him whisper the sound of counting, "26 minus 3 equals, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8......"

I can't help but laugh when I imagine his cute appearance of counting on his fingers, I haven't seen him for two days, and I miss him so much.

An Ming counted for a long time, and the order of the numbers within the last 10 was wrong, he was frustrated, and asked in a humble tone: "Mom, how much is 26-3, An An can't figure it out."

As expected, it is still the sentence "knowing the son Mo Ruomu"! Don't I know my own son? I haven't finished reading the kindergarten class, and I just learned to count the numbers between 1 and 10, how can I calculate the two-digit subtraction, and if I can calculate it, wouldn't I be a prodigy?

I said softly, "23, baby, you and your mother are 23 years apart."

"Haha, An An is right, Mom, you're old~"

Speechless ......

Finally, I realized what it means to "lift a stone and shoot yourself in the foot".

I snorted, "Where did you learn to flamboy, see how I clean you up when I go back."

"Who are you talking to? Had such a nice chat. "I don't know when Wen Yimo entered my room.

"Huh? How did you get in here? I looked surprised.

Wen Yimo was speechless, shook his head, and didn't want to answer my idiot question, "You don't know if the door is closed?" ”

"Uh......" seems to be ......

"Wow! Uncle Wen, Uncle Wen! I want to talk to Uncle Wen! An Ming heard our conversation and jumped up for joy, I held my forehead, this kid, who was thinking about his Uncle Wen all day long, almost forgot about my mother.

I handed the phone to Wen Yimo, "An Ming said that I want to talk to you on the phone." ”

Wen Yimo pursed his lips and smiled, "It turns out that our family An An missed me." ”

As soon as he took over the phone, I grabbed it back and clicked on the amplification, the purpose was to prevent a certain imp from making a small report, so that I could know and stop it in time.

Wen Yimo closed the door of the room, sat on the edge of the bed, held the mobile phone in one hand and talked to me in the other.

An Ming seemed to know that I had turned on the amplification, and said mysteriously in a low voice: "Uncle Wen, I want to whisper to you, don't tell my mother, okay?"

Wen Yimo smiled: "Okay." Then he turned off the amplification, walked away, and wouldn't let me listen.

knew what An Ming would say to Wen Yimo, but he didn't expect him to be so smart.

Speechless asked Qingtian, it seems that in the future, he will have to prevent fire and theft.

However, looking at Wen Yimo's smile and talking to An Ming, it is like a father and son, it is not difficult to see that Wen Yimo likes An Ming very much, and it just so happens that An Ming also likes him.

After chatting a few words, Wen Yimo sat down next to me, turned on the amplification and put the phone between us. An Ming's painting style changed, and he sighed: "I heard grandma say that my mother will work in City B for a long time in the future, alas, it's a pity that I'm not by her side."

"Well, I'll take care of her, don't worry." Wen Yimo looked at me and said very seriously.

"Although my mother is a little older and older, she is actually young in her heart, and she ......"

Almost immediately, I immediately put on the posture of an elder to educate him: "Hey, hey, are you my son, do you hurt your own mother like this?" Also, I'm not old, and I'm not allowed to call my mom in the future! ”

In fact, my soul is very hurt, my son actually thinks I am old!

Unexpectedly, An Ming took advantage of this to play, and continued to say unscrupulously: "Uncle Wen, you see that my mother is so unreasonable."

I deliberately interrupted An Ming's words with a "hmm", stood up with my hands on my hips, "Little children don't know how to use idioms, don't talk nonsense." ”

Obviously, my aura is not big enough, but I let An Ming educate me as a little adult: "Mom, when will you be as mature and sensible as me."

Are you mature?

Are you sensible?

An Ming, my dear baby, you are only three years old this year, do you dare not to be so narcissistic?

It seems that I have to hurry up and give him "political lessons" and "ideological lessons" from an early age, so that he will not grow up narcissistic and out of control.

Wen Yimo listened to the wonderful and wonderful dialogue between our mother and son, and she was already laughing so much that tears were about to flow out.

"You wait for me, wait for me to go back and give you a good lesson!" After saying that, hang up directly.

I can't talk happily anymore, this baby really doesn't save a little face for his mother.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh." I reached out and blocked Wen Yimo's mouth rather domineeringly.

Wen Yimo pulled my hand, "Is this how you usually get along?" I am so lovely and proud to have a quirky son. ”

Hearing this, my heart warmed.

I am very happy that he can treat An Ming as his own child.

I rolled my eyes up and down, and said shamelessly, "That's right, mainly because there's a mom like me."

"Yes, yes, you are all my pride, my favorite." Wen Yimo kissed my forehead and took me into his arms.

I blushed and pushed him to the door, urging, "Oops, I'm going to pack my bags, are you packed?" Didn't go quickly, I'm about to go to the airport to board the plane. ”

As soon as I got off the plane, An Ming ran towards me excitedly, I put down my suitcase, spread my arms, and smiled and waited for him to give me a big hug.

Can...... But...... But he went astray and threw himself into the arms of Wen Yimo, and I was instantly petrified with embarrassment.

Wen Yimo picked him up, he held Wen Yimo's face and kissed him, and said coquettishly: "Uncle Wen, An An misses you so much."

"Well, Uncle wants to be safe too." Wen Yimo was about to kiss him, but unexpectedly he was disgusted by An Ming, An Ming leaned back, and his little hands subconsciously blocked him, "A lot of beard." ”

Wen Yimo touched his chin, which had not shaved for two days, and deliberately approached An Ming, itching An Ming to "giggle".

I looked aggrieved, "An An, don't you miss me?" Have you changed your mind? ”

Wen Yimo scraped the tip of An Ming's nose and said, "Go and kiss your mother, otherwise your mother will be jealous."