In the face of Wen Siyu's mockery, Si Yihang swept over with a cold look, he was really fierce. Even though Wen Siyu really doesn't like the little kid, he is still cute by his cute expression.

She smiled and said, "Don't worry, little fool, I won't laugh at you!" After saying that, the movement of applying medicine to him became more gentle.

The TV station is some distance away from Sijia Villa, it happens to be the rush hour after work, and there are some traffic jams on the road, and the twenty-minute journey is a full forty minutes, and it has not yet reached the destination.

"Mom!"

Wen Siyu was attracted by Si Yihang's voice, and when he turned his head, he found that the little kid next to him was actually asleep. Probably missing his mother too much, he kept shouting in his dreams: "Mom! Mom! I miss you so much......"

Stinky boy, who seems to be strong on weekdays, turns out to miss his mother!

Forget about talking in the dream, even with a crying voice.

For a while, Wen Siyu probably thought of herself, she had no father or mother since she was a child, and she had never felt family affection, and she was also envious when she saw other children having mothers.

Now, looking at the poor Si Yihang, her heart trembled slightly, and she actually felt a little sympathetic.

The car turned, and there was a violent shaking, Si Yihang's head tilted, and he saw that he was about to fall, but fortunately, Wen Siyu was quick and dragged him back into his arms.

She let him lie flat on her lap, for fear that he would fall again, so she could only hold him silently. At the same time, Wen Siyu lowered his beautiful eyebrows and looked at his sleeping face.

As if moved by this warm embrace, the little guy who was crying just now suddenly smiled extremely brightly: "Mom! You smell so good! Mom! I like you......"

Wen Siyu, who was immersed in warmth, was broken by the piercing phone ringing, she secretly wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and then looked at the caller ID: Sister Xin!

It was the phone number of her agent, Shen Kexin.

As soon as it was connected, Shen Kexin came from an angry voice: "Wen Siyu! How many times have I warned you! This time, I finally had the opportunity to be on a popular variety show, I asked you to keep a low profile and give me a good performance, why didn't you listen? ”

"Are you going to be hacked for the rest of your life?"

Facing Sister Xin's questioning, Wen Siyu was confused: "Sister Xin, I didn't do anything?" What's wrong with me? ”

"Didn't you read Weibo? You've been scolded miserably! ”

"Today's netizens are watching the show with a magnifying glass, and a small detail can't escape their eyes!"

……

In the voice of Shen Kexin's broken thoughts, Wen Siyu hurriedly looked at Weibo, and this time, her scalp was numb: netizens are really per capita screenwriters, and because of the bruises in the corners of Si Yihang's eyes, they wrote a "Vicious Stepmother Abuse Baby" to Wen Siyu, saying that she, the vicious stepmother, did not give her stepson food, and punched and kicked him, a small beat a day, a big beat every three days, and even beat the child into the intensive care ward several times......

The corners of Wen Siyu's mouth twitched: "Sister Xin! I didn't hit him! He fell on his own! ”

After speaking, she glanced at the sleeping Si Yihang, although she hated little children, but such a handsome and cute child, she really couldn't do it.

"I know!" As Wen Siyu's agent, Shen Kexin still knows her, and Shen Kexin continued to speak, "I always thought that you belonged to the thief who had no thief heart!" ”

"I didn't expect you to really beat that scumbag Lin Yanxi!"