After sleeping, it was already twelve o'clock noon. Bian Rui entered the space, made some dishes for himself and stir-fryed a plate, then simmered a bowl of rice in the kitchen pot, filling his stomach.

After dinner, I tidied up my small restaurant from beginning to end, wiped the corners and made the entire kitchen with a few small tables spotlessly before I stopped.

There was no order of work as soon as the old man used to teach cooking skills. When cooking, both the kitchen utensils and the clothes on his body had to be clean, and he could not tolerate any oil stains. Every time he touched food with his hands, he had to clean his hands. If he couldn't do one, he would be a board. Over the past ten years, Bian Rui had formed a habit that the kitchen could not contain any dirty.

After a while, it was three o'clock in the afternoon. Bian Rui probably should have his daughter go home, so he packed her things, put them in her travel bag, tied them to the luggage rack on the roof of the motorcycle, and drove the motorcycle toward his ex-wife's current home.

Wang Jie's new home is not close to Bianrui. He will take about half an hour to walk on the motorcycle. He is waiting for the high-rise residential buildings on the roadside to be invisible. He sees the villa area in front of him, and he will almost arrive at Wang Jie's new home.

Wang Jie's current husband is her middle school classmate. I heard that he had been in love with her since middle school, but he had always been inferior to himself because of his own conditions. Later, he worked hard on Mingzhu and met Wang Jie again. Now he could no longer hold back his mind. After divorce, he began to chase the goddess in his heart, and finally got the beauty back.

If this story has nothing to do with Bian Rui, then Bian Rui may not be sure to praise this person, but the one who was robbed was his wife, so Bian Rui's idea was completely different.

Even if Bian Rui doesn't like this person, he has to admit that this boy named Zhao Weishan has two tricks. A poor boy from a township has reached Mingzhu. He has created a foundation with his ability and lives in a luxury car villa. He is definitely a top-notch Phoenix man in a successful person.

When he arrived at the entrance of the community, Bian Rui stopped the motorcycle and registered in the guard room, leaving a personal image. The guard called Wang Jie again and confirmed it, and then let Bian Rui in.

He drove a motorcycle to the door of the small villa. Bian Rui found that Wang Jie and her new husband were already standing at the door waiting for him.

"Dad, Dad!"

When his daughter Bian Jing saw Bian Rui, she immediately jumped happily and waved her hand, shook her mother's hand and ran towards Bian Rui. She arrived at the gate of the courtyard fence, opened the door and rushed to Bian Rui.

Bian Rui bent down and reached out to hold his daughter in his arms. He first kissed his daughter, and then hugged her daughter and began to turn around in the same circle.

Wang Jie stood on the steps at the door, looking at Bian Rui with a ghost expression. When she saw Bian Rui driving a motorcycle towards her, it seemed as if time had flowed back at this moment. The young man riding a heavy machine and wearing a cycling suit on campus was resurrected again.

And the man who was fat and smelled of alcohol when he got home, seemed to have never existed.

It is also a bit embarrassing for the man standing on the steps, because Bian Rui is much more energetic than him now. He has a tall and strong figure, no fat on his body, black riding uniforms, shaved blue temples and chin, and a steel beast beside him with a red industrial texture. How can he be masculine?

The man subconsciously reached out and grabbed his wife's hand, as if he was afraid of losing her. At this moment, even if the man had a pocket of money, he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

Wang Jie felt her husband's hand, grabbed her husband's hand with her back, and took her husband to the door together.

Bian Rui's attention was all on his daughter at this time. He held his daughter tightly and gently sniffed the smell on his daughter's body. His mind was blank, and his heart was filled with the sweetness of embracing his daughter.

"Dad, Dad, I'm a little breathless!"

"Oh, sorry, sorry!"

Bian Rui heard his daughter's nipples and let go of her slightly.

Looking at his daughter's face, gently lifted a strand of hair on her face, Bian Rui asked with a smile: "Does, do you miss your father?"

"I thought about it, did Dad bring me a gift?"

"Of course I brought it, dad will take it out for you!"

Holding her daughter in one hand, Bian Rui opened the rear roof of the motorcycle with the other hand, and placed a very beautiful and cool Viking-style ox horn riding helmet in the rear roof. The children's version of the 3/4 helmet, the surface of the helmet is foreskin, and the leather is treated to a metal texture. There are two real calf horns on both sides of the helmet, and two white fox tail decorations at the bottom edge of the helmet. Not to mention children, even adults will like it when they see it.

"So beautiful, so beautiful, I want to wear it to school."

As soon as he saw this, his daughter stretched out her hand and shouted that she wanted to get it.

My daughter was naturally happy when she liked Bian Rui. She reached out and picked up the helmet and pressed it on her daughter's head. Then she realized that the helmet was a little bigger, but the child was still young and would grow tall. It was not a big problem to be bigger.

In addition to the helmet, Bian Rui also prepared a small cycling suit for his daughter, and there were some European-style silver jewelry, which were bought for his daughter when Bian Rui was waving in Europe.

"It's not good for a girl to play with this. It's too alternative. Don't be crazy like a boy in the future!"

Seeing what Bian Rui bought for his daughter, Wang Jie frowned slightly.

Zhao Weishan came to Bian Rui. Because his height was a little far from Bian Rui, Zhao Weishan wanted to speak and looked up slightly, so Zhao Weishan took a step or two without hesitation.

"Bian Rui, do you want to go into the house and sit for a while? I think we can be friends."

Bian Rui still looked at his daughter: "We will never become friends. Really, it is better to live a more realistic life than everyone is fake. The relationship is good now, and it will be fine in the future."

Zhao Weishan felt a little embarrassed when he heard Bian Rui say this, but he was a businessman and quickly calmed down. He laughed twice and stopped talking.

At this time, Wang Jie handed the bag in his hand to Bian Rui: "Some of the girls change their clothes. Don't let her go crazy when they go back to their hometown, don't let her play with water..."

"Okay, I understand! What's the worry about my parents following you? The two old men want to rub the doll into their eyes, what danger can there be?"

Bian Rui said as he took the bag, put it in the back box, and then took out his luggage and put it on his daughter. After a while, his daughter became heroic in Bian Rui's eyes.

After getting on the car, he put his daughter in front of him, and Bian Rui put his little goggles on his daughter, so that both the father and daughter became American motorcycle trophy.

"Old Zhao, go into the house first, I will say a few words to Bian Rui," said Wang Jie.

Zhao Weishan nodded after hearing this, nodded slightly at Bian Rui, turned around and walked into the room.

Wang Jie waited for her husband to walk into the room, and then said to Bian Rui: "Bian Rui, I'm sorry for you..."

"No, I don't want to judge anyone, nor am I interested in judgementing anyone. Sorry, nothing is meaningful to me. Let's not do this in the future. Let's go one by one. Okay, what else do you have to say? I won't pick up the child and send it back on Sunday afternoon," said Bian Rui.

Bian Rui didn't want to hear Wang Jie's apology, it was not that he was resentful, but he felt that nothing he said now was meaningless. If you say there was no resentment in your heart, it must be fake. If you make money day and night for several years, you will end up in this situation?

But when it comes to hatred, Bian Rui really doesn't have that interest now. Sometimes Bian Rui even feels that he is much happier now than when he lived with Wang Jie. Bian Rui used to bear too many responsibilities, but now after letting go, he feels that he lives like a person, and his whole body is comfortable.

After waiting for almost five or six seconds, Bian Rui didn't wait for Wang Jie to say anything, and then he gently recharged the accelerator, and the thunderous engine immediately roared. The unique sound of the Indian engine suddenly filled Wang Jie's eardrums.

When Wang Jie came to his senses, the demonic red motorcycle was already carrying Bian Rui and his daughter out of Wang Jie's sight.

After leaving the community, Bian Rui adjusted his navigation and went to his hometown.

"Dad, can I live with you?"

After a while, my daughter asked in a slight voice.

Bian Rui asked, "What's wrong? That Uncle Zhao is not good to you?"

The little girl shook her little head gently: "No, he treats me well and has bought me a lot of toys, but I just don't like him very much. I want to live with you. I don't like my current home. Although it's big, I still like my previous home more."

After hearing this, Bian Rui didn't know how to answer his daughter, so he could only gently lean on his daughter's helmet with his chin.

"You have to listen to your mother, be friendly to Uncle Zhao, and be a polite little girl... okay?"

"good!"

Bian Rui doesn't like Zhao Weishan and has some small opinions about Wang Jie, but Bian Rui does not want to pass on this idea to his daughter, because after all, his daughter wants to live with them and may have to live until adulthood. If Bian Rui instills hatred in his daughter, it will not only hurt Wang Jie and Zhao Weishan, but also hurt Bian Rui's daughter.

Bian Rui may not care about Wang Jie and Zhao Weishan, but he cares about his daughter. This is also the responsibility that a father should have. Some things are destined to be carried by a mature father.

The father and daughter walked all the way to their hometown, and Wang Jie, who had just sent his daughter away, also returned home.

"Has Bian Rui changed a lot?" Zhao Weishan said.

Wang Jie replied casually: "It turns out that he is not fat. He is just as fat as he is after work and starts to start a company like Hu Shuo and others."

"I finally know why you liked him before."

"What are you saying?" Wang Jie frowned.

Zhao Weishan waved his hand and said as soon as he saw it, "I don't mean anything else. I just think that if I were a woman, if I had such a classmate in college, he would definitely like him without hesitation, because such a man has a cool smell, and he is not as cold as he keeps people from thousands of miles away. It makes people feel a little distance and a little bit close. Not to mention that he is very attractive to the little girl, even middle-aged women..."

Wang Jie walked to Zhao Weishan and reached out to hold her husband's hand: "Don't think too much, anyway, we will not have much interaction with him except his daughter in the future."

Zhao Weishan was very satisfied and liked his wife's words: We made him feel that he was a family with Wang Jie.
Chapter completed!