The Wen family will definitely treat Wen Mo wholeheartedly and will not treat him badly.

But she and Wen Lu had no choice but to continue on.

He doesn't love her, that's a fact.

Although how many people in modern marriages would fall in love? It was just to continue to be together as long as they could survive, but she didn't want it.

She doesn't want to have strange bedfellows, she doesn't want to be distracted, and she doesn't want her husband to have another woman in his heart.

Wen Mo had a great time playing with his father. He even took off his shoes and stood on Wen Lu's lap, holding Wen Lu in his arms and swinging around.

Wen Lu also dotes on Mo Mo, and occasionally becomes serious a few times, but most of the time, he is pretty good to his son.

When we were almost done eating, the waiter brought tea.

This is the newly harvested Longjing this year.

Nursery rhymes drink hot tea, and the cool private room is filled with the fragrance of bamboo.

Wen Lu said: "Do you like it here? If you like it, you can stay here tonight."

She nodded: "I quite like it."

Mo Mo also nodded: "I like it."

"Then we'll stay here tonight. I'll let my friend get a suite. There will be no one else, just our family."

Tong Yao didn't express his position and obeyed his arrangement.

It doesn't matter how he arranges it.

It's the same everywhere.

But he clearly knew that the place she wanted to go to most was Luancheng, but he would not let her go home.

In the three years of marriage, she has been a dispensable existence. He has never offered to accompany her back to her hometown to visit. Obviously... she still has relatives in Luancheng, and her grandfather is still there.

It's just that I still don't care.

Now, she doesn't care anymore.

After dinner and nothing happened, Wen Lu took Mo Mo to take a shower.

He also had a whim today and wanted to take a bath for Mo Mo. He didn't know how to do it. He just took off Mo Mo's clothes and called out nursery rhymes.

Tongyao couldn't help but sneered at him: "Wen Lu, a young master like you is really not capable of bathing your son."

Wen Lu was a little embarrassed by what she said, but mostly he refused to admit it: "Don't give me the identity of Mr. An, I'm not that playful."

He knew that son, brother, eldest young master was not a good word in nursery rhymes.

She didn't continue talking. She knew Wen Lu wanted to save face, even though there was no one else here.

Mo Mo is very noisy when taking a bath and likes to splash water.

He splashed water on Wen Lu and Tong Yao, and Wen Lu couldn't help but pat his butt: "Little one, can you calm down a little bit?!"

"Woo." Mo Mo felt aggrieved.

Mommy never hits him when she gives him a bath.

Mo Mo becomes more restless and cries when washing her hair.

He hates washing his hair!

When a child cries, it makes the earth fall apart.

Nursery Rhyme was very calm. She patted Wen Mo on the back and coaxed patiently: "Don't cry, baby, it's okay. Mom, please be gentle."

Wen Lu couldn't stand it: "Let the nanny do this kind of thing from now on."

"I'm happy." She said calmly.

Being able to accompany Mo Mo to grow up is her greatest happiness.

She was very attentive and patient throughout the whole process. Wen Lu never left and would hand her something from time to time.

The driver had already brought a change of clothes, and Tong Yao helped Mo Mo get dressed and coaxed him to sleep.

The night in the bamboo forest is quiet and quiet, and everything is like the original state of the primeval forest.

The bed in the suite was very big, and Tongyao insisted on putting Momo in the middle of the big bed to sleep together. Wenlu tried to threaten her to no avail, so she had no choice but to endure it.

Mo Mo slept soundly, holding the quilt in her little hands, and her fleshy face showed tranquil happiness.
Chapter completed!