The maid entered the living room with a teacup.

Rong Yi didn't look at it, and just picked it up and took a sip.

When his tongue tasted it, he was confused.

When I looked down, the white mug was full of black liquid, sour, spicy and bitter, which was wonderful.

Wen Yan admired the fingernails that she had just put on the good color: "It's delicious, I specially asked my aunt at home to mix it, and I have to give this drink a name...... By the way, it's called mixed tastes. ”

Capacity: ......

Is God here, discuss something, can you change a pair of parents, he doesn't want these two now.

Wen Yan: "Son, what about Mom now, I want you to taste all the flavors of life, and one day you will thank me." ”

Capacity: ......

Don't do it someday, thank you all right now.

Rong Yi let out a long sigh, endured the sour and bitter discomfort on the tip of his tongue, and asked, "If you have anything to say, just say it." ”

It was rare to see such a frank and warm face of my son, and I was a little surprised: "That little girl surnamed Chen is really your first love?" ”

Rong Yi looked up at Wen Yan and nodded.

It's not just my first love, I've been in love with her all my life.

Wen Yan's expression became more serious: "Let me ask you, what is the situation now?" That little girl, do you still like it? ”

Rong Yi didn't answer her question, but asked rhetorically, "Where did you get so much information?" ”

Wen Yan glanced at him: "Your mother, I have been in this industry for so many years, I think I was also a gold medal agent in the circle, and you were still wrapped in diapers when the artists I brought out became popular, what's the matter, I am not allowed to have my own information network?" ”

Rong Yi leaned back on the sofa again, didn't speak, and just looked at her like this.

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows: "Don't look at me with such eyes, you just look at your own eyes, and I won't tell you that Zhiyang told me." ”

Rong Jinchang, who has never dared to interject: ......

Since giving birth to a son, my wife's IQ has occasionally dropped offline.

Capacity: ......

Thank you for the mouth scoop, I already know.

Wen Yan: "Straight down to business, son, what are you going to do now?" ”

Rong Yi took out his phone again and clicked into the game again: "Let's do it." ”

Wen Yan moved his body, raised his leg and kicked him: "What do you mean by doing this, what should I do if I do this?" Rong Yi, I didn't say you, you didn't want to be a little girl at the beginning, and now you go back to her, anyone who changes will have a thorn in their heart, and after all these years, how can you be sure that people still like you? ”

"Just your face?" Speaking of this, Wen Yan paused for a moment, looked at Rong carefully, and then spoke again, "Although my son's face is with me, if people don't like handsome guys, they can't help it." ”

Rong argued a little: "She likes handsome." ”

At least I like to look handsome, otherwise I wouldn't have taken the initiative to come up and ask him to help as a model.

Wen Yan sneered: "You are not the only one in the world who is handsome." ”

Capacity: ......

Holding the idea of "whose son hurts", Wen Yan couldn't bear to hit him anymore: "Son, my mother asked you, do you have to be this little girl?" ”

After speaking, she thought about it and corrected: "No, it should be said that except for this little girl, probably no one will want you." ”

Capacity: ......

I'm not that bad, really!

Wen Yan: "For the happiness of the rest of your life, my mother will teach you ......"