Gao Qi wrapped her hands, quite a bit of a big sister's posture, she glanced at Chen Susu up and down, and slowly threw out a sentence: "Okay, I'm waiting for your counterattack at any time, but don't fall too low, so as not to lose your identity." ”

Mengmeng, who has been standing opposite Chen Susu, was so shocked that her mouth became O-shaped, she admired this Aunt Gao Qi so much that she was about to offer her knees, she pulled the corner of Cai Ziqian's clothes, and did not hide her appreciation: "Mom, Mom, Auntie is so cool!" ”

This made Wenbo unhappy: "Is only Auntie cool?" ”

Meng Meng raised her head and smiled at Wen Bo flatteringly: "Uncle, you are also very cool." ”

This sycophant is very useful, wait, shouldn't you call Dad? The wife hasn't released the truth to their little princess? Wen Bo picked up Meng Meng: "It's not an uncle, it's a father." ”

"Daddy?" Meng Meng's puzzled eyes aimed at Cai Ziqian, and Cai Ziqian didn't respond as if she hadn't heard anything. She scratched his nose in Wenbo's arms, "Qianqian disagreed. ”

"What does it mean that she disagrees, whether she agrees or not, I am your father, and you have my blood in your body."

"What do you mean by blood?"

Wenbo sold a pass: "I want to know the answer." ”

The curious baby nodded cutely: "Yes." ”

"Then you listen to me, and I will tell you."

Meng Meng changed her mind: "Forget it, I suddenly don't want to know." ”

Wenbo has a headache, this child really follows her mother, unpredictable character, does not play cards according to common sense, this trick is useless to her, and there are other tricks: "What does Mengmeng like?" ”

"I like cool aunts, and godfathers." She said it unguardedly, which made Wenbo not very happy when he heard it, the serious father was not pleasing in front of him, and he liked his godfather.

He couldn't speak ill of Bai Lu openly, and comforted himself in his heart: It's okay, one day he will change the optimism of this child, and make her feel that he, the father, is the person who makes her admire and favorite the most. The future husband has to stand aside, and after giving birth to this kind of thought, he can't help but blame himself, isn't that so bad that Meng Meng can't get married?

Thinking about it, she glanced at her wife again, but fortunately her father didn't pamper his daughter like this.

Chen Susu finally left under the gaze of a group of people, and the party scene became lively, several of them were employees of Feiyue Group, Wenbo's most trusted right-hand man.

There are two other good friends she has made.

Originally, she should have called Sun Zhiqing's girl, but after thinking about it, Sun Zhiqing was a single girl no matter what, in order to avoid unpleasantness, Gao Qi did not invite Sun Zhiqing.

Sun Zhiqing, who was in school, since she knew the relationship between Wenbo and Cai Ziqian, automatically and consciously stayed away from Wenbo, some friendships only exist in a certain period of time, she happened to meet him who happened to want to chat with people at that time, and in the future, she had to get used to one less person among her friends, and she also had to get used to it, when she went farther and farther, there were more and more friends who stayed away, and if she was lucky, she would meet new friends.

Yes, exactly.

She drew a smiling face at the window: Well, I wish you happiness!

is indeed happy, the friends who came to the party were obviously invited by Gao Qi, in fact, they all felt that they came to eat dog food, Wenbo was so attentive to the big beauty Teacher Cai and the little beauty Meng Meng that people couldn't stand it, in stark contrast to his coldness in the past, making them all suspect that the person in front of them was their president?

However, it is to celebrate the reunion of Mr. Wen's family, and face kung fu always has to be done, and the two beauties have masters, so they can only tease the little beauty: "Mengmeng, how old are you?" ”

"The age of the girls is a secret." Meng Meng is particularly serious.

"Meng Meng is your nickname, right, what's your big name?" As soon as the voice of the person squatting and questioning fell, the scene was silent, and everyone wanted to know the name of Meng Meng. They all listened with their ears pricked up.

Meng Meng looked up at her mother and asked her mother, "Mom, what's my big name?" ”

Daimyo?

She never thought of a suitable name.,So I only gave her a nickname.,It's not that no one has asked Meng Meng's big name.,It used to be small.,You can also prevaricate on the grounds that you don't know how to speak.,When it comes to school.,There's no way to prevaricate.,The last time I went to kindergarten, the teacher also raised this question.。 Under normal circumstances, kindergartens must be registered at home. The kindergartens here in Haoting are all high-end customers, but they are not strict in this area.

Cai Ziqian told Mengmeng seriously: "Only when you go to the household can you have a big name." ”

Meng Meng nodded as if she understood, the appearance of a little adult makes people have to love, everyone else is having black lines on their heads, a kind mother, the reason is serious.

They all looked at Wenbo with an inquiring gaze.

Wenbo didn't react, and looked at Cai Ziqian with a doting face, they were going to be blind, they were all going to be blind. Gao Qi led a group of people to say goodbye to the head of the household: "Don't disturb you to reunite after a long absence, we will withdraw first." ”

After saying that, go simply.

Only Cai Ziqian and Meng Meng were left, as well as Wenbo.

Meng Meng took Cai Ziqian's hand: "Mom, let's go too." ”

Wen Bo blocked the door, his figure stretched long, "Uncle, we're going home too." ”

"Where to go, this is your home."

Meng Meng looked at Wenbo with frightened eyes, she protected her mother behind her and confronted Wenbo: "Don't hurt your mother, if you want to tie me up." The stubborn appearance of a little martyr made Wenbo cry and laugh. Is he too anxious, his daughter is not mentally prepared, but she is protecting her mother, has his wife suffered any other grievances before?

Receiving Wenbo's inquiring gaze, Cai Ziqian said lightly: "It's all in the past." Let us go back! She looked at Wenbo with pleading eyes.

When Wenbo came into contact with her eyes, he immediately softened, and changed his words to Mengmeng: "I'm sorry to scare you, my uncle's home is also my mother's home, and you are welcome here at any time." ”

Mengmeng turned her head to look at Cai Ziqian, and Cai Ziqian nodded.

"Got it, uncle, goodbye." After Wenbo gave up a passage, she was held in her hand by Cai Ziqian and waved goodbye to him, Wenbo was still annoyed, he was still an uncle, he was not as close as the godfather on Bailu.

The next afternoon.

Meng Meng obediently stayed in the kindergarten, waiting for her mother to pick her up, all the children left or didn't see their mother, Meng Meng was not angry, she stayed alone in the dollhouse and played with toys, like a role play to let toys and toys play at home. Wenbo, who rushed to the kindergarten to pick up Meng Meng, saw the child so calm, and his heart was stung again.

"Moe Moe!"

Hearing the shout, Mengmeng turned back happily, but when she turned around, she saw Wenbo's face, the joy on her face dissipated, and she whispered in a sullen mood: "Uncle! ”

"Mom asked me to come and pick you up."

"I'm going to call my mother." Mom said, the teacher said, in case mom didn't come to pick me up in time, you must call mom to confirm with mom in time.

She dialed her mother's phone with her phone watch: "Qianqian, where are you?" ”

"I'm out there right now."

"Oh, when are you going to pick me up?"

"I've asked Uncle Wen next door to pick you up, hasn't he arrived yet?"

"Mom, I know, Mom, goodbye."

Wen Bo listened to the conversation between the two word for word, thinking to himself, this child is quite clever, calm and not at all like a four-year-old doll, what have they experienced in the past. If you look closely, Mengmeng, this child, in addition to her appearance exudes childishness like ordinary children, and she is the epitome of Qianqian in her bones.

Or is it that Cai Ziqian's childhood is like this.

He took the cute little hand and walked home, the kindergarten was not far from their villa, he wanted more time between them to be together, and chose to walk.

"Mengmeng, are you hungry, what do you want to eat?"

"What will you do?"

Wenbo touched his chin, Meng Meng tilted his head to look at the uncle who claimed to be his father yesterday, he thought about it and told her seriously: "Stir-fried meat with carrots." ”

Kindergarten children are generally very repulsive to carrots, and he remembers that Liang Ping's child hated carrots very much, saying that this dish Wenbo simply wanted to tease her, and wanted to see her cute expression of disgust.

Meng Meng said: "Okay! ”

"Does that cute cute food have any special annoyance?"

For example, Liang Ping, when he was young, what he hated the most was his sister, who was older than him, but never let him fight for everything, causing him to become extraordinarily sophisticated at a young age. As for himself, the food he hated the most when he was young was corn soup and corn paste, he didn't like anything related to corn, and when he was young, he often secretly stuffed the corn he didn't like to eat to his brother Wenyuan.

Meng Meng replied very simply: "No, Meng Meng is not a picky eater." ”

She replied decisively, Wen Bo held her hand tightly, as wise as he immediately imagined the life of their mothers, he knew that a large part of the children who are not picky eaters are forced by the environment, food has been hard to come by, it is a blessing to be able to fill the stomach, where is there still the right to be picky. Those babies who grow up in honeypots are likely to have too many things to choose from, and it is too easy to come after discarding, so they will be picky eaters.

"Uncle, are you going to your house?"

"You choose."

"I'll go to your house for dinner, can you send me home after eating?"

"Okay."

Wenbo took her home, placed her in the living room, and rolled up his sleeves into the kitchen, this kind of handicraft work, in the past, he had long been abandoned, but who was he, nothing could stump him, just look at the recipe, and he could make two delicious dishes according to the storage of his brain capacity.

Food is not carrots.

Meng Meng's eyes lit up when she smelled the incense, she was already hungry, and she was conquered by Wenbo's cooking skills: "It's so delicious." The little man ate a bowl and a half, and she went into the kitchen and took the food box and filled the remaining half.

Wenbo was puzzled: "Have a pet? ”

"This meat is delicious, I'll keep it for my mother."

"Does mom often run out of food?" Wenbo raised his hand and touched her little face.