After a while, Wen Tingyu came down, washed properly, and his face was smeared with fragrant incense.

He Mengjie couldn't help laughing when she saw her head tilted her head to look at the pancakes she made: "Is it fragrant?" ”

Wen Tingyu smiled like a flower on his face, and replied without hesitation: "Fragrant, especially fragrant!" During my days at Aunt Chen's house, I saw people buying this kind of cake on the street, but she always refused to buy it for me, saying that it was unhygienic. ”

She mentioned that Aunt Chen again, He Mengjie remembered what the kindergarten teacher said for some reason, "I am looking at her and listening to the rain is a bit like ......"

He Mengjie's heart skipped a beat, and then she looked at Wen Tingyu and asked carefully, "That Aunt Chen is very good to you, isn't it?" ”

Wen Tingyu pinched a piece of pancake with his hand and put it in his mouth, nodding his head nonchalantly.

"Your kindergarten teacher said you look a little like her, didn't you?" He Mengjie asked cautiously again.

Wen Tingyu glared: "She is talking nonsense, where do I look like Aunt Chen?" I look alike with my father, okay! ”

When He Mengjie heard this, she was a little relieved. It seems that she doesn't have much affection for that Aunt Chen.

He Mengjie reached out and rubbed her tender face, and said with a smile: "Little mother and father took you out to eat this afternoon, how about it?" ”

Wen Tingyu tilted his head and thought for a while before asking, "Aunt Chen won't come to pick me up today, right?" ”

He Mengjie nodded hurriedly, although she hadn't asked Wen Xuan about this matter yet.

Wen Tingyu laughed: "That's good, I'll live with my little mother and father in the future." I don't want to live with that Aunt Chen! ”

This sentence was an understatement, but it shocked He Mengjie's heart. Her heart sank inexplicably, and she had an indescribable bad feeling.

"Who said they were going to let you live with Aunt Chen?" Her voice trembled involuntarily.

Wen Tingyu blinked his eyes and said, "It's her who always tells me this, and I'm annoyed with her." I lived with her for two days before, and that was because my little mother's grandfather passed away, and my father wanted to help my little mother, so I couldn't care about listening to the rain. And then she kept saying it to me. I'm not one of her, so why should I live with her! It's weird! ”

Wen Tingyu said that in the back, his cheeks bulged, and he seemed to be very angry.

He Mengjie's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and her throat was a little dry.

Who the hell is that Aunt Chen? It's not Chen Yuwei, who else is surnamed Chen, could it be Chen Yuelin?

He Mengjie thought of this possibility, and her heart jumped, and she was about to be scared by herself.

Isn't Chen Yuelin dead! How can it be......

He Mengjie thought about it, her hands trembled a little, and when she turned around unintentionally, she saw Wen Xuan standing at the door of the kitchen.

Wen Xuan's face was a little strange, he cleared his throat and walked into the kitchen, picked up the plate with the pancakes and walked out. Wen Tingyu immediately followed and went out.

He Mengjie poured three glasses of milk, put them on the dining table, sat down, sullen.

Wen Xuan looked at her deeply for a few moments, and then lowered his head to eat breakfast.

This morning, He Mengjie was unusually silent. Wen Tingyu was sent to the kindergarten, and the atmosphere in the car was dull, and no one spoke first.

He Mengjie's heart was thinking about what Wen Tingyu said before, and the more she thought about it, the more unsteady she became.

Finally, she couldn't help it anymore and turned her head to look at Wen Xuan: "You tell me honestly, is Chen Yuelin dead or not?" Is it just as Chen Yuwei said, not only did she not die, but she also went abroad, and she was doing well? ”

The car suddenly stopped on the side of the road, and Wen Xuan turned to look at He Mengjie. For a few seconds, neither of them spoke, just quietly stared at each other.