The son with white skin and black sesame stuffing is so black-bellied when he is young.

Wen Jingchu pressed his eyebrows, bent over and picked up his son with one hand, and went back to his small room.

In order to have a good time with his wife tonight, Wen Jingchu compromised.

He put his son back into his cot, "You can go to bed obediently, you can go without carrots for a month." He continued, "If Dad repents, you can call Grandpa to complain." ”

Rong Heng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he stretched out his little finger, "Dad, pull Gougou." ”

Wen Jingchu snorted lightly, "Pull Gougo." ”

After the agreement was completed, the little guy immediately pulled out the quilt and lay down, and waved his hand towards Wen Jingchu, "Good night, Dad." ”

Wen Jingchu snorted, "Good night." ”

......

The next morning, Rong Yan took a son and a daughter to Jiang Yuan's crew.

Mingxi and Jiang Yuan collaborated again, and in the movie, a four or five-year-old girl was needed to play the daughter of Mingxi's movie.

It just so happened that her daughter kept shouting that she wanted to be a big star like Mingxi, and Rong Yan simply took her to experience it, letting her know that it is not easy to be a big star and filming.

Let my daughter study hard, and she will be in the first grade next semester.

It happened that today was Jiang Yuan's birthday, so Rong Yan made a cake and sent it by himself.

Although Wen Jingchu refused to be close to his mother, he would acquiesce to Rong Yan taking the child to be close to Jiang Yuan.

Rong Yan didn't hide it from the children, and both children knew that this was their grandmother.

In private, when there are no outsiders, Rong Yan asks the two children to call her "grandma", and when outsiders are there, he asks the children to call her "Grandma Jiang".

Jiang Yuan understood that Rong Yan was protecting her, lest outsiders know about her previous relationship with the Wen family and involve her in the wrong thing.

But at this age, Jiang Yuan no longer cares about other people's opinions, nor does she deny her mistakes, and faces the past calmly.

But she didn't refuse Rong Yan's kindness.

As soon as he entered the lounge, Wen Rong ran to Jiang Yuan, "Grandma, we're here." ”

Jiang Yuan smiled kindly and bent over to hug her and kissed her face, "Little baby, let grandma hug her." ”

Rong Yan held his son with one hand and held the cake with one free hand.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuan hurriedly asked her to put down the cake, "Just put it on the table, be careful not to get tired of your hands." She smiled and said, "The doctor's hand is precious." ”

Rong Yan curled his lips and smiled lightly, "It's okay, it's not heavy." ”

She put down her son.

Rong Heng also ran over and stretched out his hand to let Jiang Yuan hug him, "Grandma, hug." ”

"Hengheng, grandma is still holding my sister, and I will hug it later."

Rong Yan reminded.

Wen Rong got down from Jiang Yuan's arms, "Brother, come here." ”

Seeing that their sisters and brothers get along harmoniously, you can know what Rong Yan and Wen Jingchu taught their children.

Jiang Yuan smiled with relief, and her gratitude to Rong Yan was even greater, and she kissed her little grandson gently, "Okay, grandma hug." ”

She looked at Rong Yan and asked, "Xiao Hengheng is ready to go to kindergarten, right?" ”

Rong Yan nodded, "Well, I'm going to kindergarten in September." ”

Rong Heng frowned when he heard this, "Mom, Hengheng doesn't go to kindergarten." ”

I heard my sister say that there are many children in the kindergarten, and they are very noisy, and they are still crying.

He didn't want to go to kindergarten, he might as well go to the company with his father, those uncles quarreled, but they didn't cry.

"Dad wants you to go to kindergarten, go home and protest to Dad, tell Mom it's useless."

Rong Heng obediently shut up.

Rong Yan called Mingxi over, and several people celebrated Jiang Yuan's birthday together

There are very few gentle scenes, and they can be done in one day.

When she was filming with Mingxi, Rong Yan sat in front of the monitor with her son in her arms, watching her daughter immerse herself in the scene with Mingxi.

Rong Yan thought for a long time, took out his mobile phone and recorded a small video for Wen Jingchu, [My daughter seems to really like filming, do you say she will really do this in the future? ] 】

Wen Jingchu held a meeting and carefully watched the video sent by Rong Yan several times, with a faint pride in his heart.

[As long as she likes it, her son is responsible for the family business, and her daughter can do whatever she likes. 】

Rong Yan: "......"

She lowered her eyes to look at her sleepy son, and her mood suddenly became a little heavy.

Can my son's laziness really afford such a big responsibility?

Rong Heng felt Rong Yan's gaze, opened his eyes and looked at her ignorantly, "Mom." ”

Rong Yan gently touched his head, "Little lazy continue to sleep." ”

"Mom, I'm not called Xiao Lazy, my name is Rong Heng."

He was drowsy, frowning, and reluctant.

Rong Yan smiled, "Okay, you don't call Xiao Lazy." ”

The two children only inherited her in appearance, and their personalities are all like Wen Jingchu.

The temperament of this little boss is a proper copy of Wen Jingchu's childhood.

Her daughter's sharp personality is also like Wen Jingchu, and a group of little fans in kindergarten are pestering her.

At the beginning, Wen Jingchu was worried that her daughter had not been in a small class, and she would be bullied if she suddenly went to middle school, so she secretly hid outside to observe the situation in the kindergarten.

As everyone knows, her daughter has a cold personality, and no one dares to mess with her at all.

Even those naughty little boys were a little scared of her.

Rong Yan lowered his eyes and squinted at his son who was about to sleep.

Who inherited Xiao Hengheng's laziness?

She loves quiet, but she is not as lazy as he is.

Not to mention Wen Jingchu, he has worked hard since he was a child, and he can't be idle at all.

Rong Yan looked at his son lovingly, bent his lips and shook his head with a light smile, took out his mobile phone and secretly took a photo for Wen Jingchu.

[Look at your son, can he inherit your family business? 】

Wen Jingchu hooked his lips and chuckled when he saw the photo, [He is just lazy and loves to sleep, and he is not stupid, his head is smarter than when I was a child, and when he grows a few years older, he will try to study in the group. 】

Rong Yan: [It's too early. 】

Before, Wen Jingchu took his son to the company and said that he wanted him to start studying, but it was just a joke.

may be due to Wen Jingchu's childhood experience, saying that if he gave birth to a son, he would be a strict father.

But Rong Yan knows that Wen Jingchu is very fond of children, whether it is for his daughter or son, he almost takes what he wants.

In taking care of the children's daily life, he almost does it himself, and everything is very small.

It is to make up for what she and him lacked in childhood to the children of the two.

Sometimes, Rong Yan has to sigh that Wen Jingchu is really good to children.

Since he had a child, his brother asked him out, but Wen Jingchu refused as much as he could, and stayed home with the child as long as he had time.

Here, Wen Jingchu returned to the office after being busy before he had time to reply to Rong Yan's message, [Just let him study slowly, I think Hengheng is acceptable, don't worry, I have a sense of proportion. 】

Rong Yan didn't say anything anymore, he just had a sense of proportion.

As a mother, she is always easy to be soft-hearted, she is just worried about the hardships of her children, and always thinks that her daughter and daughter can grow up happily and enjoy the process of growing up.

[My children and I may not go home for dinner at night, with Mingxi and them. 】

Wen Jingchu: [Okay, I'll make an appointment with Tang Muchuan and them, and I haven't gotten together for a long time. 】

Rong Yan: [Try not to drink, you are not young, pay attention to your body.] 】

The man was unhappy when he saw this message, but he couldn't refute the question of age.

Wen Jingchu: [Mrs. Wen, I'll let you know tonight if my body is okay. 】

Rong Yan: "......"

It's all a misinterpretation of what she meant.

......

In the evening, Rong Yan took the two children and Jiang Yuan to have dinner outside.

Mingxi and Xu Youyan's children are still young, so they went back to take care of the children in advance.

Jiang Yuan also has her own family, and her birthday has to be celebrated with her family.

Rong Yan asked Jiang Yuan what he meant, made an appointment with the box in advance, and went to the restaurant when they finished work.

In the box, Wen Rong raised his head and asked Jiang Yuan, "Grandma, Aunt Mingxi, they said that this is your last filming, won't you film in the future?" So what should Rong Rong do if he wants to play your play when he grows up? ”

Jiang Yuan hugged her and pinched her nose lovingly, "When you grow up, you want to cooperate with grandma, grandma will come back again, but you have to study hard and listen to your mother." ”

Wen Rong smiled and nodded, "Okay, Dad said that I will be in the first grade of primary school this summer, and I will become a star when Rong Rong grows up." ”

Rong Heng, who was in a daze in Rong Yan's arms, came to his senses and looked up at Rong Yan, "Mom, I'm also going to go to the first grade with my sister." ”

Wen Rong looked over, "Brother, you are only three years old, and I don't want you in the first grade." ”

The little guy was unhappy, sullen, no matter how Rong Yan coaxed, he didn't look like he had any appetite, and only ate a little bit of food.

When my daughter went to kindergarten, she didn't resist at all, but was happy.

Rong Yan said some benefits of going to kindergarten, but the little guy was still unhappy and very resistant.

She was completely at a loss.

After eating, Rong Yan took his children home.

Before eight o'clock, as soon as the three of them entered the living room, they saw Wen Jingchu wearing home clothes and pajamas watching financial news in the living room, and enjoying wine.

The man was obviously finished taking a shower, looking lazy and relaxed.

Rong Yan asked him curiously, "Didn't you make an appointment with Tang Muchuan and them?" ”

The two children ran towards Wen Jingchu and climbed onto his lap, and the two reached out to take his wine glass, "Dad, Dad, we want to drink too." ”

Wen Jingchu smiled in his eyes, took the wine glass away, and answered Rong Yan's question first, "I can't make an appointment, I said that I want to watch the children at home." ”

Rong Yan sighed, stretched his waist, and looked at Wen Rong, "Little bean sprouts, you have to go to school tomorrow, go take a bath first." ”

"Mom, didn't you say take a leave of absence?"

"Leave is the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow grandpa's birthday, we have to go to grandpa's place."

There was red wine in the wine glass, and Wen Jingchu let his daughter try it slightly, "Children can't drink, they can only taste it when they grow up." ”

Wen Rongru took a sip as if he had won a treasure, "Dad, drink it well." ”

"If it's delicious, you have to drink it when you grow up."

He hugged his daughter down, "Good, go take a bath first." ”

Wen Rong obediently took Rong Yan's hand and asked Rong Yan to put bath water for her.

Only Wen Jingchu and his son were left in the living room.

Rong Heng stared at his father's wine glass greedily, and pointed with his little finger, "Dad, I want it too." ”

Wen Jingchu glanced at him, and only when he asked him for something, this little guy would show softness to him, and the appearance of small eyes was quite distressing.

But if Wen Jingchu doesn't eat him, his wife will be soft-hearted.

He took his glass and drank it down, leaving not a drop left.

"Why don't you eat tonight?"

"Dad, why don't you give me a drink?"

Wen Jingchu looked at his son's little eyes, there was anger and grievance.

He couldn't help but laugh, and instead of answering, he asked, "How old are you?" ”

"Three years old."

The man sighed faintly, "You also know that you are three years old, you tell me, who can drink at the age of three?" ”

The little guy pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"You haven't told me yet, why didn't you eat tonight?"

"I don't want to go to kindergarten."

Wen Jingchu asked Aunt Xiang to cook a bowl of rice cereal.

He looked at his son's aggrieved appearance, and he couldn't teach him a lesson, and his eyes softened, "All children have to go to kindergarten, and my father has to go there when he is a child." ”

"But my sister only went when she was four years old, and I was only three years old."

Hearing this, Wen Jingchu chuckled.

He's very coherent.

"My sister is a girl, and you are a boy."

Rong Heng stopped talking.

Wen Jingchu didn't plan to reason too much with him, the child was still young, and he couldn't listen to it.

He fed his son a bowl of rice cereal and carried him to the bathroom to bathe the little one.

When he was put to bed, he promised to buy him a new toy car tomorrow, and the little one was content to sleep.

After he fell asleep, Wen Jingchu returned to his room.

Rong Yan was lying on the bed looking at his mobile phone, when he heard the movement of opening the door, he looked sideways, "Hengheng is unwilling to go to kindergarten, should we send him to middle school a year later?" ”

Wen Jingchu pulled out her phone and put it on the bedside table, "I'll take a look when the time comes, if you really can't adapt to it, just don't go." ”

Rong Yan pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.

The son is reluctant to get along with other children, and even with Wen Shuze's son, he is also emotionally weak.

Rong Yan was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to merge with the collective.

She was just about to speak, but Wen Jingchu had already blocked her lips.

"Hmm......"

The man's knotted hand held hers.

Rong Yan's hands were pressed on top of his head, and he couldn't move.

Wen Jingchu left her delicate red lips, her thin lips lingered under her collarbone, and her voice was hoarse, "Mrs. Wen, I have to prove to you tonight whether my body is good or not." ”

Rong Yan wanted to cry without tears, "I didn't say that, I only ...... last night"

The man's voice was hoarse and grinning, and his hot palm poked through the hem of her clothes, "How was last night?" ”

"You don't know moderation." , Rong Yan pursed his lips and complained to him.

He lowered his head and bit her gently, his dark eyes were deep, and he was already a little lustful, "Well, I really don't understand." ”

Rong Yan: "......"

She bit her red lips and looked through the thin veil of the bed at the closed door.

How I wish my son had come knocking on the door like he did last night.

Unfortunately, tonight wasn't so lucky.