Cars were driving through Anseong, and the night was shrouded in darkness on the road.

It's already dark.

Tong Yao tried her best to calm down her heart, but the words Yan Qin just said were still swirling in her ears, repeated over and over again.

She couldn't fit into their circle, and they didn't want to see her. In fact, she didn't care, but why did she think she was inferior to Shu Mo in everything? She was obviously the real wife.

She may not care about what Yan Qin says, but she cannot care about Wen Lu's every move. He is her husband.

She knew that Wen Lu often went to Anseong International University, but what she didn't know was that it turned out that Wen Lu was not an indifferent person by nature. He knew how to care about people and take care of them. He also knew how to be considerate to someone, but...

These tenderness and thoughtfulness have never been used on her.

That's all.

The car drove to the nursery, and Wen Mo stood outside waiting eagerly for her mother, clutching the straps of her backpack with both hands, anxious.

The teacher finally saw the nursery rhyme's car and led the children over: "Mom is here, coming to pick up Mo Mo."

After Tongyao got off the car, Wen Mo immediately jumped into Tongyao's arms like a kitten: "Mom, it's dark..."

"Mom is late today, sorry, baby. Let's go home!"

She hugged Wen Mo tightly and forgot to let go for a moment.

Only by holding this soft little dumpling in her arms did she seem to find where she belonged.

After a long time, she carried Wen Mo into the car. The little guy was chirping along the way and liked to talk to nursery rhymes.

"Today...plant flowers..."

"What flowers are you planting?" Nursery Rhyme asked patiently while driving.

Mo Mo shook his head honestly: "A few words."

"Momo, can you tell mom a story?"

"Okay..." Little Mo Mo started to tell a story, "The fox... eats... grapes."

"Well." Nursery Rhyme said patiently, "Then what? Did the fox eat the grapes?"

"There is rice, but it's bad." Mo Mo shook his little feet.

Tong Yao laughed and talked to Mo Mo along the way, not feeling bored at all.

She has this patience, but Wen Lu doesn't. Wen Lu can stay with the children for half a day only when the sun rises from the west, and he only occasionally takes time to amuse the children.

If he is like this, he still wants to have another child. What will he do after giving birth? To relieve his boredom?

There cannot be another nursery rhyme.

Wen Lu has not yet placed himself in the position of husband and father. He is not qualified.

In this way, the car drove all the way home.

To Tong Yao's surprise, Wen Lu was at home.

Doesn’t he have to work overtime due to social obligations?

Wen Lu was sitting on the sofa, flipping through a magazine, with a lazy and leisurely attitude, as if he was doing whatever he wanted.

Kid Wen Mo put on his bunny slippers, picked up the edamame that ran over, and chirped: "Edamame... cute..."

As soon as the children came back, the house was full of excitement. Even Wen Lu raised his head and looked at Wen Mo intently.

He waved: "Mo Mo, come here."

Wen Mo ran over holding Maodou: "Dad, Maodou, cute."

"Yeah, but it's not as cute as you. You're cuter." Wen Lu touched his little head and looked at the son who looked almost exactly like him.

Nursery Rhyme entered the living room, took a glass of mineral water and drank it.

She asked: "Don't you have some entertainment tonight and won't you go home?"

"You don't want me to go home?"

"without."

She left indifferently and walked into the kitchen.

Wen Lu looked at her slender but indifferent back, his eyes cold.
Chapter completed!