October 5th is a very special day. The day An Ming was born. The days of Xu Chenyi and Jiang Kexin's "rebirth". It is also the memorial day of An Ming's biological parents. This secret I will keep in my heart forever. Don't let An Ming know. From the day I adopted him. He is my own son. I'm his own mother.

I will raise An Ming as an adult. watched him grow up and succeed in his studies, get married, have children, and have a thriving career. I swore by it. Never let him suffer the slightest grievance. AN Ming. AN Ming. It's peace and security every day. I never regretted adopting him in the first place. Do not regret carrying the head of the "divorced woman".

Instead, I should thank him. Thank you for this sensible and obedient child. Two years with me in a lonely foreign country. Whenever it's the dead of night. When I dream back in the middle of the night, I think of someone, some memory. will burst into tears. The little people around me will hug me tightly. Fat little hands wipe away my tears. Then snuggle up in the crook of my arm. I never get tired of listening to the story of me and Wen Yimo over and over again.

Wen Yimo. Wen Yimo. Whenever I think of him, my heart inevitably hurts.

I looked through the frosted glass between the kitchen and the living room. An Ming was sitting on Wen Yimo's lap. Wang Yuan sat beside him and told An Ming the story of the big bad wolf. What a warm and happy side. I think it will be like this in the future when they have children.

Jiang Kexin pushed my elbow down. He asked, "Hey. How are you and Ye Xuanlin doing?"

Here we go again. When Xu Chenyi picked up his grandparents, the first thing he said was to ask this. I continued to cut tomatoes with my head down. Pretending to be confused: "What's how?"

"Yo. I'm shy. And they are going to hide it from us." Jiang Kexin obviously misunderstood. Don't smile meaningfully." Quickly recruit from the truth. Confess leniently. Resist strictly."

Embarrassed.

We didn't have anything. It's just a normal friendship. How can everyone misunderstand. It must be a rumor spread by Ye Xuanlin again.

"Who do you listen to?"

"Yuanyuan." Jiang Da beauty put down the green vegetables in her hand. Raise slender willow eyebrows." If it weren't for Yuanyuan meeting you some time ago. Are you going to keep it a secret?"

"We don't ...... at all," I explained. The words are not finished. A sound full of surprises came to my ears outside the kitchen. It seems that my grandmother deliberately raised the decibel level to tell me." Ah. Xiao Ye, you are already very happy to be able to come to our Xiao Xi. And bring so many gifts. That's so gracious."

I didn't invite him to attend An Ming's third birthday at all. Jiang Kexin smiled slyly. I understood instantly. They came behind my back and called Ye Xuanlin.

Jiang Kexin watched Ye Xuanlin walk towards us. Pat me on the shoulder. He said the unfinished words for me as if he knew very well: "You have discussed it at all. I'll give you a surprise today, right?"

What follows what.

"I won't bother you. Gone." After speaking, Jiang Kexin took off his apron and walked out. Also particularly "intimately" close the glass door. Make room for me and Ye Xuanlin a small "two-person world".

I pretended not to see him. Carefully cut the tomatoes. Just ignore him. I guess he'll be gone.

"Dawn don't move." Ye Xuanlin suddenly stopped me. I was so scared that my kitchen knife landed on half of the tomato. I didn't dare to cut it all in one fell swoop.

Ye Xuanlin snatched the thing in my hand. Pick up a tomato and show it to me as if you were discovering a new world." You see the facet is a heart-shaped. How beautiful and perfect. It's like a work of art. How can people bear to cut it horizontally?"

"......" was taken aback. I thought something big had happened.

"Do you know how to cook Western food?"

"No, it won't."

Ye Xuanlin smiled softly. I'll teach you. It doesn't matter if I agree with it or not. Take care of yourself and get started. Stand the tomatoes up and cut them. Cut into thin slices of heart-shaped shapes. His knife skills are very good. Studied in France for more than ten years. I must know a lot about the food there. The knife is like this. The cooking skills are not too bad. I said, "I'm not allowed to open a Western restaurant. Business is absolutely booming."

He nodded approvingly. If you are willing to be a hostess. I wouldn't mind opening a western restaurant for you."

Is this a confession? It's a pity I don't want to.

I felt that I needed to make it clear to Ye Xuanlin. I haven't had time to speak. He seemed to have guessed my mind. Take a quick step and say, "Don't be in a hurry to answer. Maybe you don't feel for me right now. That's because you don't know me. I believe. You're going to love me."

I smiled disapprelicly, "You're confident."

Ye Xuanlin said: "Self-confidence is the first step to success."

Beyond self-confidence. He's completely egotistical.

Ye Xuanlin was quite skillfully busy. I'll give him a hand. Every time he makes a dish, he has to arrange it carefully. Be perfect. He is a man who strives for perfection. There are countless artistic cells in the body. A very ordinary dish. After a bit of a pinch from him. Immediately tall.

Dishes are served one after another. An Ming is not as I imagined. Drooling greedily. Bubbles in both eyes. Rather, it looks dismissive. I remember that the little guy likes to eat Western food. I'm probably tired of eating it now.

"The cooking you two made together is great. Color, flavor, and flavor. To be honest, I lived a handful of years. It's the first time I've eaten Western food." Grandpa tasted it. Praise.

I quickly explained: "Grandpa. I did this. It's all from Ye Xuanlin." I'm just helping with the dishes. Then cut the vegetables according to his request.

Ye Xuanlin smiled with a spring breeze on his face. Deliberately confusing. It's a reverie." Whoever does the same. Why do you need to be so clear?"

Speechless.

Wen Yi, who was sitting opposite, ate silently. And I briefly made eye contact. As if he was just casually glancing. I've started fidgeting. He must have misunderstood. Want to explain. But it is inappropriate to say that such a happy scene is a big scene.

I had to divert my attention. Pick up the sullen An Ming. His little mouth was pouting all the way up. The little birthday boy doesn't seem to be happy." What's wrong. Baby."

"Mom. I don't like to eat Western food."

Ye Mingjun looked embarrassed. I hurriedly played a round: "Maybe An An is tired of eating. I want to eat Chinese food." Then he asked the little birthday boy in his arms. Whatever you want to eat, mom will make it for you."

An Ming pointed to the cake on the table. The milky voice said, "Eat the cake. Uncle Win's birthday cake."

"Ann An. Shall we eat cake after dinner?"

An Ming didn't relent: "Don't, don't. I don't eat it." He struggled to jump off me. Squeezed in front of Wen Yimo. He opened his arms and said coquettishly, "Uncle Wen hug."

Wen Yimo hugged him to his lap. Patiently enlighten him. The tone is very gentle. Very doting rubbing of hair. An Ming was obedient. Go to the living room by yourself and watch cartoons. Wait until everyone has finished their meal before eating the cake.

Xu Chenyi quipped: "Yimo likes children so much. How good it would be to marry our Yuanyuan as soon as possible and have one of your own."

My hands visibly smacked. Absentmindedly burying your head in eating. For Wen Yimo's next answer. I had no expectations. Because I have self-knowledge that he doesn't love me. What can I expect. Expecting him to say he wants to marry me? It seems ridiculous. It's just nonsense.

I almost felt the urge to make excuses to avoid it. But it seems to be firmly glued to the stool and can't get up. Sit there and eat mechanically.

Wen Yimo glanced at me faintly. His eyes finally stayed on Wang Yuan next to him. The eyes are so gentle. The tone is also so gentle. It's cruel to me." It's still young. Let's talk about having children later."

Does this sentence mean that he will marry Wang Yuan. Will be together.

The corners of my mouth can't help but go up. Of course. Wang Yuan said that they would re-organize a grand engagement ceremony. will join hands and enter the palace of marriage together......

Everyone talks and laughs. It's very lively. I forced a smile on my face. My heart aches. Nobody knows.

"Dawn. I have something to discuss with you." Wang Yuan smiled sweetly. Two small dimples are exposed. The lips are red and the teeth are white, and the smile is charming. And my laughter must be worse than crying at this point." What's the matter?"

"Everybody's here today. I want to recognize An Ming as my godson."

"He was your godson." When I was in college, Jiang Kexin, and Wang Yuan made an agreement. Be each other's bridesmaids. Child's godmother.

An Ming ran over after hearing this. The little face showed joy that could not be concealed." Are you sure. Then An An will have two godmothers in the future."

I pinched the baby fat face of the little birthday star." Of course. It's a promise between mom and them."

Here comes the question. The little guy tilted his head and asked, "But what are the two godmothers called?"

Wang Yuan said: "Call me Yuanyuan godmother. Just call her Kexin's godmother."

An Ming shook his head. It's not good." He thought about it. Pointing at Jiang Kexin, he said, "I'll call you a godmother in the future."

Jiang Kexin's eyes widened. Excitedly hugged An Ming and kissed him again: "You have a conscience. It's not in vain that I usually love you. Call it again, godmother, come and listen."

An Ming let out a "giggle" laugh. yelled, "Good godmother."

Someone listened with a flutter. It's like getting some great head harmonic. As if ostentatious, he also shouted: "Hey. Good son."

This who taught An Ming. It's really a good shot.

I looked at Xu Chenyi. He immediately raised his hands. I didn't teach him."

An Ming continued to pat himself hard. "Take the initiative to take the initiative to pay the prince." I call you pretty godmother."

Wang Yuan laughed. joked: "Then should An An change his name to Uncle Wen's handsome godfather."

I'm smiling. Laughing so hard that his cheeks are sour. Laugh until you feel sad.

An Ming shook his head dissatisfied. Correcting mistakes." Uncle Wen is Uncle Wen. Not a godfather."

"An An, you're not good. You call Chen Yi godfather, why don't you call Uncle Wen godfather."

An Ming hugged his arms. Pout. stubbornly refuses to change his words: "He's not my godfather. It's my uncle."

Wen Yimo persuaded Wang Yuan: "Okay, okay. I don't want to scream, I don't want to scream. Kids. Don't be serious about him." turned to An Ming and said, "An An can call whatever he wants."