Small children are sensitive.

What's more, Wen Xiangliu is smarter than ordinary children.

Although Jiang Jiu deliberately lied to comfort him, he couldn't tell that he was lying to him.

He didn't understand what was going on between adults, he was just instinctively seeking his father's love, no matter how indifferent Wen Xili was to him, his young heart was full of expectations for him.

Although, this expectation, I am afraid that I will not have a chance to respond in this life.

Jiang Jiu rubbed his hair and didn't speak again, just waited with him for Linde to come over.

Linde came quickly.

Ten minutes later, a black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the noodle shop.

"Little master!"

Linde hurriedly walked out of the car, saw Wen Xili standing at the door, and called him eagerly.

"Linde, we're going back."

Wen Xiangliu didn't pay much attention to him, he walked into the car, climbed into the car, sat in the back seat and shook his legs.

Then he turned his head and looked at the ginger wine.

Jiang Jiu was talking to Linde, and the kid next to her was standing next to her, as if sensing his gaze, and the other party raised his head and glanced at him.

I couldn't see any emotion, but I quickly retracted it, and then reached out and grabbed Jiang Jiu's fingers.

“……”

Cut.

Wen Xiangliu pursed his lips, lowered his head and looked at the little train that ginger wine gave him, I don't know why, I feel a little lonely.

He wanted to go home.

He misses his mom.

*

Back to Wen Fengmian's apartment, Wen Xiangliu ran to Wen Fengmian's study.

The man with an elegant face was sitting at the desk processing the papers, heard the footsteps, looked towards the door, and saw Wen Xiangliu crashing into his arms.

“…… What's wrong? The man lowered his head and looked at the child's somewhat unhappy expression.

"When are we going back?"

Wen Fengmian raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you say you didn't want to go back?" ”

"I want to go back now." Wen Xiangliu pouted, lay in his arms and said, "I want my mother." ”

It turned out that I was thinking about Chu Wanning.

Wen Fengmian couldn't help but laugh, took the person into his arms, and let him sit on his lap.

"Once I've taken care of a bit of clutter here, we'll go back."

Wen Xiangliu shook his little short legs and looked at him suspiciously: "We came here, didn't we look for Dad?" ”

The man lowered his eyelashes silently and said with a faint smile: "There is a little situation, when I take care of the little things here, we will go home, okay?" ”

"Hmm." Wen Xiangliu raised his head, looked at his face, and said ignorantly, "Then you have to hurry up." ”

Wen Fengmian smiled and stroked the top of his hair.

At the door, Linde walked in with a large bag and a small bag.

He stood at the door of the study and greeted Wen Xiangliu: "Little master, where are these things?" ”

Wen Xiangliu immediately jumped off Wen Fengmian's lap, he took the beloved little train, and then said to Wen Fengmian: "Teacher, you teach me to draw." ”

Wen Fengmian naturally also saw the pile of painting paper and paint that Lin De was carrying in his hand, he frowned and looked at Wen Xiangliu: "Do you want to learn to paint?" ”

Wen Xiangliu touched the little train, remembered Jiang Ci's skillful selection of paintbrushes, and said with a sense of victory: "I want to learn to paint!" ”

Moreover, he has to draw better than that stinky boy, which impresses ginger wine!

Wen Fengmian glanced at Lin De, and then said, "Find him an art teacher." Then he patted Wen Xiangliu's little head again, "Go and review tomorrow's homework." ”

Wen Xiangliu answered, hugged the little train and left obediently.

"Linde."

After the others left, the man lowered his voice and called him softly.

Linde hurriedly walked in, "Sir? ”

"Xiangliu went out today, who did you meet?"

Wen Fengmian, who was familiar with his nature, realized that this was probably not a whim the moment he heard that Wen Xiangliu wanted to learn to paint.

Wen Xiangliu has no artistic cells, so he is reluctant to sit and play the piano for an afternoon, let alone learn to paint?

Lin De looked at the man's light face, knowing that Wen Fengmian was very concerned about Wen Xiangliu's interpersonal interactions, and did not hide it: "The little young master got rid of us as soon as he went out today, and later, it was the second young master who called me, and we found him in a noodle shop." ”

"Noodle shop?" Wen Fengmian frowned, "Who bought this pile of things for him?" ”

“…… It's Miss Jiang. ”

"Ginger wine?" Wen Fengmian's voice was slightly cold, and his face sank, "Where did he run to that woman again?" ”

Sensing Wen Fengmian's anger, a layer of cold sweat broke out in Lin De's palms.

He replied with difficulty: "We did find the little young master on Miss Jiang's side. It may be that the little young master thought that the second young master was at Miss Jiang's, so he went to Miss Jiang to find him. ”

"It's nonsense!" Wen Fengmian was a little angry, he looked at Lin De with a cold face, "Didn't I say that you shouldn't let Xiang Liu have more contact with ginger wine again?!" You're bringing all her stuff back?! ”

Lin De hurriedly explained: "The little young master likes the gift from Miss Jiang very much, and the paper and paint he must bring back, we don't dare to throw away the things that the little master cherishes privately." ”

"......" The man's anger did not subside, there was still vague anger between his eyebrows, and he seemed to say something more, but suddenly his face changed, he lowered his head and covered his mouth and coughed violently.

Linde subconsciously closed the door, he didn't dare to step forward, and watched Wen Fengmian coughing heartbreakingly in front of his desk.

The blood on the man's face seemed to be a little lighter, only a faint pink color remained on the thin red lips. He frowned until the choking cough subsided, then closed his eyes slightly, leaned back in his chair and gasped lowly.

"Sir, you ......"

Lin De's slightly worried voice sounded, and he looked at Wen Fengmian's face like snow, and his expression was a little worried.

"You go find an art teacher." Wen Fengmian changed the topic, he frowned, looking a little weak, "It's good to learn a little more." ”

In his tone, he still pinned the expectations of the elders on the juniors.

"I see." Linde said, "Take care of yourself. ”

Wen Fengmian's expression was cold and indifferent, he raised his hand and pressed his temple, "...... If you can give me some peace of mind, I might be able to live a few more years. ”

"......" Linde lowered his head and sighed lightly.

"When you're done here, let's take Xiangliu to Hawaii for a few days." Wen Fengmian said, "It's really time for me to take a break." ”

Linde hurriedly responded: "I'll go and prepare immediately." ”

Wen Xiangliu nodded, his tone a little tired: "You go out." ”

Lin De answered, walked out respectfully, and left the man's office, his face immediately sank.

Wen Fengmian's body......

In the study, the man took a tissue, wiped a few drops of blood coughed up from his palm, then took out a lighter, lit the soiled tissue, and threw the ashes in the trash.

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