She lacks nothing, but she lacks the most precious innocence of children. She can play the piano, know how to dress up, know a lot of things from the adult world, but she can't sing nursery rhymes! What made her like this?

He Mengjie's mind came up with Wen Xuan's handsome and cold face. He loved his daughter so much, but he couldn't give her all the things that a child should have—innocent! What a derelict father he was!

In just a few seconds, He Mengjie's heart thought a lot, and when she went to see Wen Tingyu again, she suddenly overflowed with maternal love. She wanted to hold Xiao Tingyu tightly in her arms, but just as she was about to show this meaning, she was interrupted vigilantly by Wen Tingyu.

She took a step back, her eyes defensive. Her little red lips pursed in expression of displeasure. "I hate it when you look at me like that like I'm a puppy that no one wants!" Her eyes were a little red as she spoke, but the disdain in her eyes covered the redness.

He Mengjie laughed softly and squatted down to meet her eye level. "I taught you to play nursery rhymes and sing nursery rhymes, what do you think?" She changed the subject.

Wen Tingyu's big eyes lit up for a moment, but then dimmed again. She bit her lip and replied, "I'm not interested." With that, he turned and walked outside.

It's a big room, and there are only two people. When Wen Tingyu walked through the living room, his small body looked lonely, which was particularly pitiful.

He Mengjie remembered something, and shouted behind her: "The ice cream I made yesterday is still there, do you want to eat it?" ”

Wen Tingyu stopped walking, obviously moved, but in an instant, he pretended to be uninterested and replied: "I don't eat, it's easy to gain weight when I eat ice cream, and when I get fat, my father won't like me." ”

"How is it possible, Daddy will always love you, no matter what you look like." He Mengjie replied immediately. Her tone when she talked about Wenxuan made her feel a little sad inexplicably.

Wen Tingyu thought about it, laughed, and was happy. She clapped her hands and said, "Yes, Daddy will always love me!" With that, he jumped and walked towards the kitchen.

At noon, He Mengjie pulled Wen Tingyu to make lunch together. Although Wen Tingyu always pretended to be uninterested, He Mengjie felt that she was in a good mood today.

In the afternoon, Wen Tingyu was taking a nap, and He Mengjie's phone suddenly vibrate, and it was a nurse from the hospital who called.

"Miss He, your grandfather's mood today is not very good, and he is always clamoring to be discharged from the hospital, so he has to ask me to find a doctor and ask to be discharged!" The nurse's voice was a little anxious, and He Mengjie's heart skipped a beat.

She asked the nurse to put the phone to her grandfather's ear, and comforted him as loudly as possible: "Grandpa, you can rest assured in the hospital, I have solved the money matter, don't worry!" ”

She heard a stumbling voice on the other end of the phone, her heart was sour, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

After hanging up the phone, she went to the kitchen to take a look, saw that there was flour and leeks, and had an idea in her heart. She prepares to pack more dumplings in the afternoon and bring a little to her grandfather when she gets off work, he likes to eat dumplings the most.

When I just came out of the kitchen, my phone rang again, but this time it was Wenxuan.

"How's it going to rain when you hear it?" Wen Xuan went straight to the point when the phone was connected, and he seemed a little uneasy when he heard that tone.

He Mengjie hurriedly reported the situation: "It's good to listen to the rain, we played the piano for a while in the morning, and then made lunch together, which will make her sleep." In the afternoon, I'm going to paint with her. ”

Wen Xuan listened, and was obviously relieved on the other side of the phone, and then said: "I'll come back late tonight, you don't have to wait for me to eat, just eat by yourself." ”

After he finished speaking, he was about to hang up the phone, and He Mengjie hurriedly stopped him: "That...... Mr. Wen, can you tell me what time you will be back? ”

Wen Xuan was silent for a moment and replied, "It's hard to say, there is some official business to do, it may take until ten o'clock." What, is there a problem? ”

He Mengjie wanted to speak and stopped. She wanted him to come back early, not only because she had only hired a daytime nurse for her grandfather, who left work at seven o'clock, but also because there was no bus to the hospital after ten o'clock......

However, she did not open her mouth after all. She thought of the favor she had been given, and he gave her a month's salary advance without even asking why. Now that people have business, why is she embarrassed to speak?

Hanging up the phone, she thought about it for a while and had an idea. So, she went back into the kitchen and prepared to knead the dough while Wen Tingyu hadn't woken up yet.

It's been a long time since I've made dumplings, but He Mengjie is not unfamiliar at all. In the first half of the year, she used to work in a dumpling restaurant, specializing in making dumplings. That kind of action, because it is repeated too much, even if she doesn't make dumplings in her life, she won't forget it.

As soon as the dough was kneaded, there was a "bang" sound upstairs. He Mengjie was startled, and she didn't even have time to wipe her hands, so she ran upstairs.

Wen Tingyu woke up from his sleep, and because he saw that He Mengjie was not there, he was losing his temper. The sound was the same as the sound of her slamming one of her toys on the ground.

Each of those delicate toys will probably not be less than a big red ticket. Now there is a broken lying on the ground, and He Mengjie is very distressed.

"What's wrong?" Even though she knew she didn't have much, she couldn't help but ask.

"I woke up." Wen Tingyu replied indifferently, and after his eyes swept over her, he stopped on her hand that was still sticky to the gnocchi. "What are you doing?" Her eyes lit up.

He Mengjie laughed, a little unnaturally flattering. "I'm making dumplings, do you want to make them together?"

Wen Tingyu was stunned for a while, as if he had thought for a long time before finally understanding her words. This time, she unexpectedly did not refuse, but asked, "Is it fun to make dumplings?" ”

"Of course it's fun, you can wrap the dumplings in any shape you want!" He Mengjie tried hard to tease her, hoping that she would be interested. If she is willing to make dumplings, then the next step should be easy to complete.

Wen Tingyu nodded, probably because he had slept enough, so he was in a good mood.

He Mengjie pulled her downstairs, feeling a little guilty in her heart. Originally, the plan was to paint with Wen Tingyu, but now - let's switch to handicraft.

Obviously, Wen Tingyu is the first time to come into contact with the handicraft of making dumplings, and he is particularly interested. From stuffing, to rolling skin, to buns, she has to try everything, and she learns very quickly.