The moment Wang Chen raised his eyes and lowered his eyes, his mind had already turned more than once.

He thought, even if there is any emotional relationship, the children do not count among themselves......

Another way of thinking, even if it is a marriage in love, the identity of the second daughter of the Xu family is still worthy of his son. In short, in the future, I will have some heart for the second girl of the Xu family.

Under Wang Chengyou's eager gaze, Mi Zhi immediately got up to find his mobile phone.

"Let's go to Dad's study, be quiet and talkative." Wang Chengyou helped his mother and sent him to the elevator.

In the third year after Wang Chengyou was born, Mi Zhi was pregnant with a child, but unfortunately, the fetus was stillborn at 6 months. This incident caused a serious psychological shadow to Michi, and she didn't get pregnant again after that, but she watched Chengyou watch it more closely.

Mi Zhi did not spend her time on maintaining herself and following her husband like other wives, half of her time was spent on her son Wang Chengyou.

Crookedly, this kind of motherly posture has stabilized the status of the hostess in Wang Chen's eyes. Wang Chen, who has experienced a failed marriage, can already rationally distinguish the difference between appreciative women and suitable women. He undoubtedly admires Wang Zhifeng's mother's cutting-edge, brave, and independent posture that dares to love and hate, but he prefers to marry a supple, tactful, and family-friendly little girl.

He doesn't need his other half to earn anything for him, he just needs her not to mess with him.

Just asked for such a point, but Wang Zhifeng's mother couldn't do it.

Wang Chen glanced at the people who were a little stunned throughout the whole process, and he was quite comforted in his heart. At the very least, he had two male heirs.

"Scared?" He was gentle with the inquirer's style.

Wang Zhifeng hurriedly cheered up: "It's quite unexpected." ”

"Rest assured, your driver is no ordinary person. Every year, I pay him more than you pay in a year. His ability, I confirmed, is worthy of his high salary. Your personal safety is assured. ”

Wang Zhifeng nodded gratefully.

Wang Chengyou did not enter the study, believing that her mother's fear and gossip spirit would ask him everything he wanted to know. In order to make his mother feel less burdened when she spoke, he stayed outside the door. Just as Zhang's mother passed by the corridor, Wang Chengyou followed her footsteps and went downstairs from the stairs together.

Elevator in the villa for the owner only. This is the unwritten rule of the royal family.

"Mom Zhang, she accepted it."

Zhang's mother smiled sweetly. Immediately took an egg yolk cake from the basket of pastries he was carrying and gave it to Wang Chengyou. This mode of feeding does not require a brain, after all, it is a habit that has been cultivated for many years of caring for young children. Wang Chengyou habitually opened his mouth to eat.

After eating the small crisp, there were residues left at the corners of her mouth, and Zhang's mother took out a handkerchief from her pocket and habitually wiped it for Wang Chengyou. At that time, the two of them were already walking down the stairs, Wang Chen had his back to the stairs, and Wang Zhifeng's angle just happened to see this scene clearly.

The warm, intimate images simply burned his gaze. He hurriedly turned his head, and his movements were so big that Wang Chen couldn't help but look behind him. So I saw the scene of Zhang's mother smiling and Cen Cen carefully wiping the corners of Wang Chengyou's mouth with a handkerchief.

Wang Chenda's expression did not change, but his eyes sank.

Wang Zhifeng, who turned his head suddenly, had a place in his heart, and he didn't want to be hit hard.

Suddenly, many memories flashed by.

Mom is always busy. Obviously he doesn't have a job, but he is in a hurry every day, and he has a computer and a phone, making it look like he has a lot of opportunities.

Breakfast is always green egg noodles. Because she thinks the bread is too dry, the milk is allergic, the fritters are unhealthy, the buns are too profitable, and the pancakes are time-consuming...... Anything can be picked out, with the exception of her own green vegetable egg noodles, which she never gets tired of eating.

For the rare joy and tenderness on his mother's face, he doesn't mind breakfast with vegetables and egg noodles every day. But listening to my mother tell me day after day how she captured a man's stomach with a bowl of green vegetables and egg noodles was too disturbing. In particular, the "man" in my mother's mouth does not refer exclusively to my father.

Wang Zhifeng was impetuous, and his right hand unconsciously rubbed the scar on the inside of his left hand.

That scar was originally a knot in my mother's heart.

She was busy making calls that she would never finish, and he was crying thirsty. She held her phone between her chin and shoulder, hurriedly poured him a cup of hot water, and told him with her mouth that it was too hot and waited.

At the age of five or six, where did he have a concept of time, he waited for three or five seconds before he thought he had waited, he went up and drank it in a big gulp, his mouth was so hot that he knocked over the mug in a hurry, and the boiling water was sprinkled on the leg of only one layer of single pants, and it was as hot as peeling, so frightened that he jumped up, and his raised arm made the thermos tip down......

The burn was secondary, although he took 3 weeks off from school for it; A tall glass that had been drinking last night and had not been put away in time was hit by a dumped thermos, and the broken glass was inserted into the inside of the delicate left wrist.

He was stunned, and the blood was dripping for a while before he cried "wow".

And his mother scolded him in the next room for silencing.

It wasn't until she came out aggressively to punish him for his ignorance that she realized what had happened to him.

The phone fell from her hand, and she knelt in front of him, repenting in despair.

"Mom, it hurts." He cried, out of breath.

"I'll take you to the doctor." She hugged him.

But the next second, she put him down again.

With a charming smile that only showed to those she was interested in, she told him that she had studied nursing in college and was able to deal with this little injury, and that she was waiting for her to help him stop the bleeding with a family medical kit.

At that time, he still looked at her with pious and proud eyes, trustingly.

How many years later, he came back to his senses and vaguely guessed that in that case, his mother obviously didn't dare to take him to the hospital for medical treatment. If you go to the hospital, you will leave a medical record, and your father may know about it.

Even if the father does not fight for his custody because of this, he will at least ask why he fired the domestic helper and said that he was a full-time nanny for the child.

In retrospect, the scar the size of his thumb and belly became a knot in his heart.

It's like a proof that his mother doesn't really love him.

At a critical juncture, she calculates her own interests rather than his safety.

Fortunately, it was a whole piece of glass that was stretched into the flesh, but what if there was any crumbs? What if it hurts an artery? Isn't it bleeding to pull it out? Mom, who has never studied nursing at all, is just roughly pulling out the visible shards of glass.

Just think about it.

Not to mention, the inside of the left leg, which was the most burned, still has a piece of wrinkled skin the size of a dollar coin.

So, who in this world really loves him?