Loveless Marriage: Wen Shaotang is Addictive

"It's okay, Daddy's bed is big, the three of us won't be crowded." Although the words were addressed to his daughter, Wen Yuanchen's gaze was fixed on Leng Yan.

And the woman's reaction was as expected by the man.Her red cheeks and angry eyes once again satisfied his wicked taste.

"Oh, that's great," Little Lemon clapped her hands excitedly, "I can finally sleep with Mommy and Daddy."

Seeing that Leng Yan was about to speak, the man said first, "This is my daughter's wish, don't let her down."

Leng Yan's teeth itch with hatred, but it's all for this sake, what else can she say in front of Little Lemon!
Wen Yuanchen chuckled from the bottom of his heart, and looked at his daughter dotingly, "Baby, what do you want to eat? Daddy will make it for you himself."

"Really?" Little Lemon's eyes lit up immediately, "I haven't eaten the meal made by Daddy yet."

The little guy tilted his head, bit his fingers, and thought about it for a while, "I want to eat rolled noodles."

Curly noodles?what is this?Wen Yuanchen frowned, "Is Juanjuan Mian's name?"

Little Lemon kindly explained, "It's colorful on the outside, hard on the inside, curly like Mommy's hair when cooked. It tastes good."

He felt that he was not on the same channel as his daughter, so he turned his gaze to the woman opposite.

Leng Yan didn't want to talk to him at first, but she didn't want to agree with what her daughter said, "She was talking about instant noodles."

Wen Yuanchen suddenly realized, but he didn't understand, "Baby, there are so many delicious food at home, why do you eat instant noodles?"

Little Lemon pursed her lips and played with her fingers, "Because Mommy never let me eat, Brother Jack gave me two bites every time. But I haven't eaten enough, so he won't give it to me." ..."

Her cute and pitiful appearance made Wen Yuanchen feel distressed, "Okay, Daddy will cook for you. Tell Daddy what you want in the future, don't reach out to others, do you understand?"

Little Lemon nodded happily, "Got it."

Leng Yan frowned, and looked at the man disapprovingly, "Do you have common sense? How can you let such a young child eat junk food?"

Wen Yuanchen didn't take it seriously at all, and his tone was very light, "It doesn't matter once in a while."

"Not even once, if there is one, there will be two, you are conniving." Leng Yan's attitude was very firm.

"It's not that serious." He was a little suspicious. This woman was deliberately confronting him. "Children are rebellious. The more you don't let her do it, the more she will miss it. This time, if you satisfy her, maybe in the future, She just doesn't have such a strong desire for it."

"Could it be that Wen Shao has studied child psychology?" Leng Yan sneered disdainfully, "It's ridiculous, I really regard myself as an education expert."

Little Lemon could see that they were arguing, and turned to look at Leng Yan, "Mummy, don't quarrel with Daddy, I won't eat."

Leng Yan's pride has always been her daughter's well-behaved, but this moment made her feel uncomfortable, "Baby, that thing is not good for your health. Mommy is for your own good, do you understand?"

"Yes, got it."

The daughter is only three years old. In order to prevent them from quarreling, she is so sensible. This makes Wen Yuanchen feel very sorry for her.

After a few seconds of silence, Leng Yan put her on the bed, "You are still sick and need to eat light food. Mommy is going to cook porridge for you, and you can play for a while, okay?"

With the child's consent, she dared to leave, and when passing by the man, she gave him a hard look.

If Little Lemon hadn't been present, Wen Yuanchen would have taken that woman back and killed her on the spot until she begged for mercy.However, he understands the truth that the future will last forever, so he will bear it for now.

He came in front of his daughter, squatted down, and looked at her eye level, "Baby, when you recover from illness, Daddy promises you that I will let you eat rolled noodles once, okay?"

Little Lemon's eyes were full of expectation, but also worried, "But... Mommy won't agree."

"We can, without letting her know."

"Is it possible?" Little Lemon frowned, "Mummy said, children can't tell lies."

There was a gentle smile on Wen Yuanchen's lips, "Daddy didn't let you lie, this is a little secret between us, you just need to keep it a secret."

The little guy showed a happy smile and raised a little hand, "Then let's pull the hook."

"Okay, pull the hook."

……

There are three kitchens in Wen's residence.

When Leng Yan came to the Chinese restaurant, she saw a familiar figure from the back.

After standing at the door for a long time, she mustered up the courage to go in, and called softly, "Auntie."

Aunt Pan turned around, just like Leng Yan remembered, with a kind and warm smile on her face, "Yanyan."

Just this one title is enough to make Leng Yan burst into tears.

Aunt Pan hurried forward and held her hand, "Silly boy, what are you doing?"

Leng Yan held back her tears, "Auntie, I didn't intend to hide from you what happened back then, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Aunt Pan patted the back of her hand and interrupted her, "Needless to say, I understand. Seeing that you have such a smart and lovely daughter, Auntie is happy for you."

"The more you do this, the more I feel indebted to you."

Aunt Pan's expression became serious, "Don't think so. Auntie is someone who has experienced it. I can completely understand your feelings at that time. If it were me, I would definitely not be as considerate as you."

Is it thoughtful?Leng Yan knew that she was comforting herself.If she was really thoughtful, how could she come here.

"Okay, let's not talk about the past," Aunt Pan returned to her smiling face, "I'm glad to see you back. I'm not in a position to comment on the matter between you and Mr. Wen. But there is a saying, even if you If you think I'm talkative, I'll say it too. Don't let adults' affairs affect children, children only have one childhood."

Leng Yan understood what she meant, and also knew that she had good intentions, so she nodded, "I see."

"I made millet porridge for Little Lemon, and her favorite pumpkin pie. Let the children eat some."

Leng Yan smiled, "That's great, I'm about to cook porridge for her. Auntie, thank you for taking care of her."

"Thank you? This is what I should do," Aunt Pan's face was brimming with happiness, "And, I really like that child. I treat you like my daughter, and she is my own granddaughter."

Her words moved Leng Yan very much, her eyes became moist again...

After breakfast, Wen Yuanchen went to the company.

And Leng Yan was in her daughter's room, feeding her and playing with toys with her.

Glancing at the time on the phone, she looked at Little Lemon and said in a negotiating tone, "Baby, Mommy needs to go home to get some clothes and daily necessities. You can play for a while, or I can ask Grandma Pan to accompany you. OK?"

Little Lemon put down the things in her hand, shook her head seriously, "No, I want to go with Mommy."

"But, you are sick, you should rest more at home. Be obedient, I will be back soon."

"No," the little guy stretched out his two little arms, "I want to be with Mommy."

Leng Yan picked her up, a little helpless, "Baby, what should you do if Mommy goes out to work? I can't be with you 24 hours a day."

"Work?" Little Lemon's eyes flashed in confusion, "Mommy never worked before..."

Leng Yan knew that her daughter's implication was that she would not need it in the future.Sighing in her heart, she touched the top of Little Lemon's hair, "Because you were still young, Mommy had to take care of you. But you are already three years old, and you will be able to go to kindergarten soon, so Mommy naturally has to go out to work. "

Little Lemon played with her hair, "But I don't want to go to kindergarten, I just want Daddy and Mommy to be with me."

"How can this work?" She felt that since her daughter met Wen Yuanchen, she had become clingy. "There are many children in the kindergarten. Playing with them is much more interesting than at home."

Little Lemon doesn't know much about kindergarten, so she really doesn't care about this topic, "Then Mommy, how long are you going to go out for?"

"Soon, be good at home."

After kissing her daughter's forehead, Leng Yan walked out of the room and told Aunt Pan about taking care of her daughter.

When she got home, she had just packed her luggage when her cell phone rang.

She was not familiar with the number displayed on the screen, but she pressed the answer button anyway, "Hello, who is it?"

"You are too much, you actually deleted my number!"

Hearing James' voice of condemnation, Leng Yan actually wanted to laugh, "Don't blame me, I got a new card, and no one's number is there."

Thinking about it, she hid on purpose, so naturally she wouldn't keep these.

"How dare I blame you, my aunt? My future is in your hands."

Leng Yan frowned, "Ah? What do you mean?"

James pursed his lips into a smile, "It's already Xingchen's official signing artist, why don't you care who your manager is?"

Leng Yan's eyes turned slightly, her tone was full of surprise, "You mean...you are my manager?"

"Well, isn't it a surprise?"

"Of course," she really didn't think about it, "aren't you the executive director of the brokerage department? How could it be my broker?"

"I took the initiative to apply."

Leng Yan's heart was very warm, but she teased deliberately, "Why don't you let the director do it, and come to torture me?"

James smiled, "I like it, can't I?"

"It's not a question of whether it's okay or not," she squinted her eyes as she looked at the blue sky and the dazzling sunlight, "but, you make me feel very warm."

"It's so disgusting, I've got goosebumps," James couldn't stand the sensationalism, and quickly talked about something else, "The last meeting was not over, Mr. Han asked me to inform you, come to Xingchen for a meeting at one o'clock in the afternoon."

"Mr. Han? Is that the man with glasses?"

Leng Yan's face blindness has always given him a headache, "Grandma, he is the person in charge of Xingchen, you can't even remember his appearance."

"I know, I will remember it when we meet."

James glanced at his mouth, "Are you at home? I'll pick you up, let's have lunch together."

"Yes, but..." Thinking of Little Lemon, Leng Yan was in a dilemma.