Under the gaze of a group of reporters at the door, Wen Renxue and his party flew into the mansion from above, and this huge mansion finally ushered in a neat family of three for the first time.

Hearing the snow falling, her eyes slowly swept over the huge mansion registered in her name.

Magnificent, beautiful, delicate everywhere.

It's just that there is really no trace of Feng Yan's existence.

It's no wonder that she had mistaken herself for a widow before.

Thinking so in her heart, she asked directly.

"Did Feng Yan really live here before?"

Hearing this, a fleeting inexplicability flashed on the housekeeper's face, and then he took Wen Renxue to turn around the mansion again.

"Madame coming here to have a look?"

Wen Renxue followed, and at this glance, she found that there were so many traces of Feng Yan hidden in the house that she had never noticed.

For example, the closed door next to her bedroom turned out to be Feng Yan's room.

For example, there is a cellar in the house that she has never set foot in, and there are a lot of all kinds of fine wine collected by Feng Yan.

For example, the housekeeper told her that the flowers and grasses in the small garden were all planted by Feng Yan himself, and after the housekeeper told her about it, Wen Renxue turned around and noticed the hoe leaning against the wall in the small garden.

It was half as tall as a man, and the handle of the hoe was carefully wrapped in a soft cloth so fine that it did not look like a gardener's tool.

It turned out that there were no traces, but she never paid attention to it.

System: [I don't blame you, no matter if Feng Yan is at home or not, the comfort of the hostess is the first thing in the house, and everything is close to you, in this case, it is normal not to notice the traces of the male host.] ]

Wen Renxue became more and more surprised: [Put me first? Really? ]

The information she got clearly showed that the program's attitude towards Feng Youyou was so bad that it couldn't do it, so could she still put her first?

The system rolled its eyes, and wanted to throw 100% of Ming Huanghuang's favorability on Wen Renxue's face, but when it touched Wen Renxue's eyes of "Your entire management bureau seems to be unreliable", Xiao Tongzi could only swallow his words hatefully.

No, they are the most reliable!

By the time the Lord of the Master System finds out, the host will know how stupid her questioning is!

[Don't believe it, hum!] ]

The system turned around angrily and continued to frantically submit a report application to the main system, after all, it also wanted to know what was going on with the deviated Feng Yan's favorability.

Wen Renxue shrugged.

[Then when there is feedback from the main system, I will cooperate with you to correct the plot?] ]

The system was obviously busy with this matter and did not respond to her again, so Wen Renxue took this matter for granted.

However, she didn't put away the backstage, but continued to pull on the panel, studying Feng Youyou's favorability.

After all, the small world is still very stable now, and there are no bugs that may collapse the small world, compared to correcting the plot of Feng Yan, the favorability of Feng Youyou in front of her is more worthy of her attention.

Shangwa Zong's favorability has risen rapidly these days, and there are dingdong dingdong prompts in the background from time to time, and the value has risen to 75% very gratifyingly.

But after the initial crazy period, the forward speed of the progress bar began to be visibly tired, and after reaching 70%, it was more like squeezing toothpaste, jumping from the previous ten or twenty to the current one bar by one.

However, Wen Renxue is not surprised.

In fact, at the beginning, even when the favorability was thriving and rising, Wen Renxue vaguely guessed that the current situation would occur.

As a stepmother, the mother-daughter relationship between her and Feng Youyou, like any relationship in the world, will definitely have a bottleneck period.

Favor, like, closeness, these are not the hardest to get.

The hard thing is 100% trust, 100% attachment.

To use the inappropriate love as an example, falling in love may only take a moment, and the resonance of the soul and the rule of the rest of the life require long-term management and hard work.

So, from 75% to 100%, how exactly should she work hard?

Thinking of this, Wen Renxue's gaze couldn't help but drift to Feng Youyou on the side.

After coming back, Feng Youyou went to take a bath first, the little doll who loves cleanliness is moist and fragrant, and she takes care of her freshly washed hair very independently, like a little milk cat who insists on licking her own hair.

Wen Renxue was hooked by Feng Youyou's soft white little face and moved her fingers slightly, and almost instinctively stepped forward to take the handkerchief in the little milk cat's hand, and helped wipe it very gently.

Feng Youyou muttered something in a low voice, but did not refuse Wen Renxue's action.

In the past few days outside, Feng Youyou has become accustomed to the closeness of her stepmother, sitting on a small stool, and letting the people behind her take care of her tirelessly.

The progress bar in the background was still motionless, and Wen Renxue was not in a hurry, focusing on the movements of his hands, carefully wiping every strand of wet soft hair.

Until the ends of the little milk baby's hair stopped dripping, Wen Renxue rubbed her wet hair with her fingers.

"Mommy is drying it for you now?"

Feng Youyou snorted, his fleshy little hands on his knees, and he was too obedient.

The whirring sound of the hair dryer sounded, and the warm warm wind shuttled between Feng Youyou's hair, making her squint comfortably, and Wen Renxue's heart was also like a warm breeze, ironing to the bottom of her eyes, smiling slightly.

Feng Yan, who had found it, looked at the scene in front of him and curled the corners of his lips.

When Wen Renxue finished blowing Feng Youyou's hair, he looked up and saw Feng Yan leaning on the door frame, looking at them with heavy eyes.

Wen Renxue blinked, and it was written in her eyes.

"Something?"

Feng Yan nodded and motioned for her to come over.

The dry hair of the young child in his hand was as smooth and soft as satin, and Wen Renxue reluctantly touched two handfuls before raising his legs to keep up with Feng Yan.

In the study, Feng Yan stood in front of the table, flipping through a document in his hand.

He has a slender physique, wearing a summer dress made of light fabric, and the loose material is on him, showing the faint strength of the muscles underneath, and the half-sleeves are rolled up, directly revealing the bulging forearms.

Seeing Renxue approaching, Feng Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he turned back unhurriedly, picked up the tablet on the table and handed it to her.

Wen Renxue was originally slightly distracted by Feng Yan's appearance, but suddenly came back to his senses because of the action he handed over.

Feng Yan's words followed closely, and suddenly made her ignore the inadvertent stunned she had just been.

"I checked the remarks on the Internet, and by the way, I also checked the movements of your economic company, and what to do next, it depends on your attitude first."

Wen Renxue took a closer look, and the information in the tablet was recorded very clearly, who was the leader, how the marketing account was created, how her brokerage company watched from the wall, and even how it helped the fire.

The initiators were not unexpected, it was Ambana and Gu Yingdi, and Lao Pi's actions surprised her a little.

Wen Renxue originally thought that no matter how she was said, she was an artist under Lao Pi's name, even if there was a conflict, the interests were still one, but Lao Pi didn't take into account this so-called interest at all, it was like suppressing the opponent, and he had to hurt 10,000 enemies if he lost 8,000 himself.

Feng Yan saw that she was almost there, and asked out loud.

"Do you want to cancel the contract?"

(End of chapter)